Fang Han grabbed the main trunk of the "World Tree" and was receiving its power. A huge body came out of the eternal unknown.
The ancestor of the gods.
This ancestral saint king has a sharp and sharp face. At first glance, he looks rough and wild, but then he feels soft and delicate. Such changes make it difficult for people to remember what he looks like, but the only feeling he gives is
, this is the face, the true face of Dao.
The body of the Saint King filled a lot of voids. Everywhere he went, planets were born. Hundreds of millions of larvae of the Gods were born on the planets. He was the ancestor of the Gods and the creation of the Gods.
It is born from heaven and earth.
That tall body, like a pillar of heaven, gave people unparalleled oppression. Fang Han felt an indescribable suffocation in his heart. With his cultivation level, the only person who felt suffocated was the Immortal King.
Boom!
As soon as the Ancestral Holy King appeared, his eyes were locked on Fang Han. There was no fluctuation in mana, only the trembling of the avenue.
The void around Fang Han was burning, and the flames even penetrated the crystal kingdom within his body. Large areas of time and space around him were evaporated, revealing a naked vacuum.
As soon as the ancestral holy king appeared, he evaporated time and space with a single look, and his magical power was simply unbelievable.
"kill!"
Faced with the stimulation of such a powerful existence, Fang Han not only had no fear, nor any trace of terror in his heart, but instead became excited, as if a peerless swordsman had seen a peerless sword.
He roared and grabbed the tree of the world. The tree reaching the sky spanned the whole time and swept towards the ancestor saint king: "It's just a dead Yuanling. Even if it is resurrected and summoned to wake up, it is nothing more than a dead Yuanling."
It’s just a remnant soul, I will fight you, eventually devour you, and give birth to my power to reach the realm of the Immortal King!”
The main trunk of the World Tree was moved in Fang Han's hands, swept across it, and slammed into the First Saint King. The power of this move was enough to wipe out thousands of worlds, and the entire God Realm was destroyed.
On the verge of collapse.
The Saint King of the First Ancestor saw the tree coming towards him and was motionless. He suddenly took action, grabbed it with his big hand, and actually slapped it on the trunk of the tree.
On the tree trunk, billions of worlds exploded with each other, but a simple palm from the ancestor of the Holy King counterattacked all of Fang Han's power.
Click!
The tiger's mouth of Fang Han's big hand cracked open, and the crystal kingdoms all over his body exploded with each other. The power between the palms of the ancestral holy king almost destroyed him and all the magic weapons in his body.
"The First King's Fist! The supreme overlord, birthed the heaven and earth, exploded the universe..."
A palm broke the main trunk of Fang Han's World Tree. The Saint King's face was expressionless, as if he was an eternal war machine. He only cared about killing and had no thoughts of his own. With his tall body, he stepped forward with a black shadow.
The light was completely covered, and under his body, there was only suffocating darkness to the extreme.
He blocked it with a punch. In Fang Han's eyes, everything was sucked into the fist of the ancestor saint king. The whole world was constantly collapsing, deriving, reincarnating, decaying, birth and death... the ancestor saint king.
The king's punch created tens of billions of worlds and destroyed tens of billions of worlds. Even in an instant, many splendid civilizations were born in those worlds.
When Fang Han was punched by the opponent, he was completely immersed in the long river of history. He felt the past, present, future, past life, this life, and the next life, all reincarnation and birth and death, and each country, completely in his mind.
Ups and downs, he suddenly felt the great terror between life and death.
Time began to pass based on the fist strength of the ancestor saint king.
"Okay, okay! The ancestral holy king, this punch is worthy of domineering the world! Destroy the world!" Fang Han raised all his power, his body continued to move, several gods and gods moved, his body expanded violently, and the entire God Realm was
Under his power, it began to break.
He poured all his mana into the main trunk of the World Tree, suddenly raised it, and chopped it down with a stick.
"Creation of heaven and earth!"
On the main trunk of the World Tree, there are hundreds of billions of worlds, each of which reflects the shadow of the First Saint King. Fang Han actually neutralized the bombardment power of the First Saint King just now, and instead used it to temper his body.
His cracked tiger's mouth grew back again, and the damage to his body was repaired one by one. Not only was his body fine, but it became even more powerful.
Boom!
The World Tree once again collided with the fist of the Ancestral Saint King, and strong air waves and ripples erupted, crack, crack, crack... The crystal wall system of the God Realm was cracked everywhere, even Tianfei Wumo, the seven major
The ancient God Emperor kept retreating, almost unable to get close to the battlefield.
Fang Han was shot away like a meteor, gliding in the air for hundreds of millions of miles before stopping. His whole body was broken everywhere, but a burst of light flickered and recovered again. Tianfei Wumo felt that during the bombardment of the ancestor saint king,
The structure of Fang Han's Crystal Divine Kingdom became more perfect and tighter, and the formations composed of some heavenly objects began to combine. Originally, the Coffin of Sky Burial, the Altar of Consecration, the Ancient Temple, and the Gate of Immortal Execution were all independent entities.
, containing extremely tyrannical will, each did its own thing, but now under the bombardment of the power of the ancestor saint king, it actually began to be truly fused by Fang Han and melted into one furnace.
If all the gods and gods are truly melted into one furnace, then Fang Han will truly be promoted to the Immortal King.
Just now, Fang Han swallowed twelve young Heavenly Lords of the God Clan in a row, killed the Lord of the Ancient Buddha of Qingtian, the Lord of Panlong, and the Gate of Immortals, and swallowed them together in his body. Although his strength was enhanced, he still had some alien vitality.
Without refining, it still exists in the Kingdom of Crystal God. It takes a long time of hard work to refine it one by one.
But now, the power of the Ancestral Holy King's punch penetrated his body, which was equivalent to helping him temper his body. Every punch could help him save half of the time of the Great Destruction of the World to practice.
Fang Han devoured many divine objects and could not be melted into one furnace. However, under the strong forging of the ancestor saint king, the secrets of the divine objects in the sky gradually emerged. He was like steel refined a hundred times, becoming more and more tyrannical.
Every time of condensation, it almost reaches the peak of glory.
Boom! Boom... Continuous collisions, the aftermath of each punch, can completely shock Tianjun to death. Fang Han holds the trunk of the World Tree and fights with the Holy King, the ancestor of the Gods.
The form of the ancestral saint king seemed real but not real, seemed illusory but not illusory. It was an inspired spirit, not a real body, but it was extremely powerful. Every punch could kill an invincible heavenly king.
Fang Han roared again and again, shaking the world, and each shot was stronger than the previous one. During the battle with the ancestor saint king, during the bombardment of magic power, the fist force of the ancestor saint king entered his body one after another. Every time it entered, he
The Crystal Divine Kingdom was torn apart, and all the gods and gods even flew out of the body.
But the next moment, his body was completely repaired, and the connection between the gods and gods became even closer, almost completely integrated with his body.
This is why Fang Han is not afraid of anyone.
Even if he is as strong as the Saint King, he cannot kill him. He can only temper his body during the battle, making him more and more powerful and his aura more and more pure.
A straight divine light soared into the sky from the top of Fang Han's head. In the divine light, Fang Han seemed to be baptized. His magic power was as pure as crystal, without any impurities. A long roar penetrated gold and stone, and countless civilizations
The writings of Shi He are flying in it. Fang Han seems to have begun to transform again, becoming more and more brave as he fights.
"The sacred tree shakes all directions and exhales its breath."
The main trunk of the World Tree in Fang Han's hand became more and more fierce with each strike, becoming more powerful and majestic. With each strike, dragons and snakes changed, murderous intent boiled, and the stars moved, and they collided with the ancestor of the Holy King again.
In this collision, the ancestral saint king was motionless, and Fang Han was also motionless. The two of them were facing each other on the same spot. The huge power condensed into black holes and white holes one after another, spinning around constantly, turning the two people's bodies into pieces.
All the power of the aftermath was swallowed up and entered into it.
"Actually, he is evenly matched with the First Saint King!"
Tian Fei Wu Mo was truly frightened.
The seven ancient god emperors, Emperor Shitian and others were also dumbfounded. They could hardly believe that the scene in front of them was real. Fang Han's realm magic power was soaring. He killed gods and Buddhas and became stronger and stronger. They had never seen it before.
People like this, even if they have lived for so many epochs, have never seen a monster like Fang Han, a pervert. It is almost beyond their imagination. This is a strange thing born in the long river of time and history.
"Preparing for the last move, we all put ourselves into the spirit of the ancestral saint king to activate the destiny of the gods and kill the weak Fang Han from the river of destiny! Attack him when he was still in his weak childhood."
Tianfei Wumo suddenly moved and issued an order to the seven god emperors.
Swish, swish! The seven god emperors turned into a halo again, spinning behind Tian Fei Wumo, making her extremely sacred, and the seven-colored light wiped out the heavens.
At this moment, Tianfei Wumo's body was projected into the air.
After entering the spirit of the ancestor saint king, the ancestor saint king suddenly stopped, and from his mouth came out singing and mantras that were like a little destiny spell.
Boom! Waves of aura emitted from the body of the First Saint King, overwhelming the sea. His fingers raised up and wrote a huge word "god" in the air.
"Go back in time, turn back your destiny! Return to your origins and attack yourself!"
The voice of Tianfei Wumo resounded in the spirit of the ancestor saint king. Suddenly, the divine word exploded, and the heaven and earth rotated and changed.
In an instant, Fang Han felt that he seemed to have been transformed back to his youth under this explosion, and that time was constantly flowing backwards, from when he reached the Celestial Immortal, to when he reached the secret realm of supernatural powers.
, and finally reached the servant who raised horses in the Fang family in the secular world.
"It actually goes back in time, reverses my fate, and attacks me when I was young! What kind of Taoist magic is this! It actually has such a magical ability!"