Four hundred and twenty-five dark imperial body (burning)
What they were waiting for at this time was probably Wang Meng's ecstatic agreement. Others were still experiencing the feeling of the path to immortality and didn't pay attention here.
Wang Meng smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, senior, for taking care of me. I'm fine in the church."
Lu Chenfeng was surprised, not because of Wang Meng's refusal, but because he was calm and seemed not interested in Qingyun Sect at all.
"Haha, meeting each other is fate. The door of Qingyun Sect will always be open to you. You don't have to answer in a hurry. You can think about it carefully."
Lu Chenfeng was not disappointed by Wang Meng's rejection. If the other party really agreed with joy as soon as he opened his mouth, then no matter how talented this person was, his character would be average.
"Haha, Wang Meng, Sect Leader Lu is really interested in talents. This is the first time I have seen him speak in so many years. I can talk to Xue Zhongnan," Fan Ru said.
Wang Meng smiled bitterly, "It's really not necessary."
Is it hard to refuse such hospitality? He feels that the Holy Church is very nice and free, which is more suitable for his style. It is not necessarily the case if he goes to other places. Qingyun Sect, that is Bu Qingyun's territory.
After a while, Bu Qingyun and others all woke up from their exercise. Judging from everyone's expressions, they seemed to have gained a lot. At this time, the Immortal Gate opened, and Fan Hong almost staggered out. After landing,
Immediately sit cross-legged.
It has actually reached the edge of Small Perfection. Fan Ru took a shot in the air, and Fan Hong's expression improved a little.
"Gather your mind and go all out to pass the level!"
Fan Ru roared, and at the same time, the source of energy from the same source was continuously lost to Fan Hong.
Fan Hong sat cross-legged, forming a huge field with all his energy.
Han Yun was originally complacent, and was surprised to see that a waste like Fan Hong wanted to enter the Small Perfection, but then he thought again, so what if he entered the Small Perfection, waste will always be waste.
On the road to immortality, Fan Hong finally understood why he had been so weak. The magical skill of marriage had kept his talents and abilities in chaos. For a period of time, he suffered from constant amnesia. It makes me scared to think about it now, but just now
In this confusion, he actually reached this step.
The Immortal Road is undoubtedly a good place to awaken the soul, even better than the place where Fan Ru was awakened. In an instant, Fan Hong reached the edge of Small Consummation.
Entering the Small Consummation is not a problem, the problem is what can be understood. If Fan Hong just wants to live well and have an average reputation, Fan Ru, as the leader of the Lotus Sect, can do it. But what he hopes is that Fan Ru can surpass him!
And only holy images can do this, and life weapons are not enough.
Yun Potian and Mu Jiuling both saw it. They didn't expect Fan Ru, who was usually the most easy-going, to be so ambitious. It was really well-intentioned. It was not easy for monks to have children, but they were so cruel to their own sons.
Han Yun was even more surprised. After hearing Bu Qingyun's explanation, he was shocked and confused. This guy was actually practicing the magic of wedding clothes, and he even wanted to attack the holy statue?
If such a person can have an icon, what's the point of living?
Song Yifan was really curious after hearing this. He asked Wang Meng about Fan Hong's past. Wang Meng had a good feeling for Song Yifan and told Song Yifan some embarrassing things about Fan Xiaoniao in the past. Song Yifan and Fan Hong were quite a match. If they could get it together.
It's not a big deal, so Wang Meng picked out interesting things to say, making Song Yifan smile knowingly from time to time.
At this time, Fan Hong reached the most critical moment.
His life so far can only be described as miserable. As the son of the sect leader, his performance has been mediocre since he was a child. He grew up being laughed at and finally met a girl he likes. As a beauty in life, the result is just
A money bag was easily abandoned, and coupled with the confusion caused by the exercises, I lived in a hazy state. I never knew why I was living.
Until he met Wang Meng, from that moment on, Fan Hong found himself, and his absence was dispensable.
The magical power of marriage and the son of the sect leader are nothing at all. In fact, he doesn't want much.
This time, he must fight for it!
The heavenly calamity has begun to gather in the sky above the temple, but the scale is not very large. It mainly depends on whether Fan Hong can awaken something.
Fan Hong is holding on, struggling, and trying to achieve something, but the process of suffering is very painful.
What should be there will definitely be there, just like Akito, everything is so easy, effortless, even the catastrophe can be destroyed.
But for the vast majority of monks, it's all just a dream.
But Fan Hong refused to give up. If he gave up, all his efforts would be in vain. Everything he had encountered before, the contempt, the abandonment, the helplessness. The most important thing is that he wanted to become stronger and make himself more useful!
Seeing Wang Meng striding forward, he didn't want to fall behind or become a burden!!!
This is his limit!
In fact, it is already possible to pass the level, and the best time has come, but Fan Hong has been reluctant to pass the level because neither the weapon soul nor the holy shadow appeared.
All the experts present saw it, and Fan Ru sighed in his heart. Although he supported Fan Hong from afar, he might still fall short.
In the past, as long as one could enter the Dzogchen, one would have unlimited glory, but the world has changed. Under the current competitiveness, the Dzogchen is not enough. Having a holy icon, or at least a Dzogchen with a life weapon, is enough to compete for hegemony in the future.
Some people are destined to be kings, while others have to pay too much.
...and even so, it may not be successful.
Fan Hong...failed.
But Fan Hong still refused to give up, and Fan Ru also continued to support his son. Everything in the past was arranged by Fan Ru, but this moment belongs to Fan Hong himself. No matter how he goes, Fan Ru will support him to the end.
Lu Chenfeng shook his head slightly. He should not get too far into his practice. If he continued like this, he would miss the opportunity. Not to mention comprehending the way of heaven, he might not be able to achieve small perfection.
The catastrophe seems to be over.
With the accumulation of Fan Hong's wedding magic skill, even if it does not form a life weapon, it will be greatly improved, cleanse the body, and get twice the result with half the effort in future practice, reaching a very high level, but if you are too persistent... you will always lose more than you gain.
Wang Meng, who had experienced Small Consummation himself, also knew that it was time for Fan Hong to seize the opportunity.
A relaxed and proud smile appeared at the corner of Han Yun's mouth.
But Fan Hong's expression was still solemn. It was rare for a person to make a bet. He had been confused for more than 20 years and he was not afraid of being confused again.
At least this time it was his own choice!
Wang Meng knew that this was not going to work, and he slowly relaxed his mind. He wanted to use his spiritual consciousness to attract the Heavenly Tribulation. If the Heavenly Tribulation disappeared, then Fan Hong would be completely doomed.
This is very dangerous. But Wang Meng must do it!
To his friends, he never needs to consider the consequences.
As soon as his spiritual consciousness came out, the Heavenly Tribulation suddenly appeared with a roar, as if it had been injected with chicken blood. In an instant, Fan Hong was also greatly stimulated, and the energy all over his body exploded.
Wang Meng hurriedly hid his spiritual consciousness. If he was tracked by the calamity, he would be shattered again.
But the emergence of spiritual consciousness changed the trajectory of fate.
Facing the moment of Perfection, everyone has a chance. It's just that some chances are high, and some are low, but more or less they are there. Fan Hong's ability is not bad, and there are several things in front of him.
It's just that he chose the wrong path.
He was about to despair. He felt a familiar feeling in his heart. Fan Hong knew that it was Wang Meng.
At this moment, I don’t know where the courage and strength came from.
Another road, he really found another road!
Buzz~~~
A blurry image suddenly appeared behind Fan Hong. The three sect leaders looked solemn. Bu Qingyun was surprised, Song Yifan was surprised. Han Yun's dementia was like a painting.
Wang Meng waved his fist fiercely, "Fan Xiaoniao, you can do it!!!"
Wang Meng didn't know if Fan Hong could hear it, but in fact Fan Hong heard it.
The blurry holy image was about to dissipate. As Fan Hong roared, Yuanli continued to pour into the holy image. The power rippled and pushed Fan Ru away.
He walks the final road by himself!
The blurry icon gradually became clearer, a dark figure burning with flames, but with a strange smile hanging on the corner of its mouth. On its head was a shabby little felt hat, and in its hand was a huge scythe. The blade of the scythe resembled
It's making fun of the whole world.
——Netherworld Dark Emperor Body!
When the holy statue was being formed, the natural disaster also came, and thunder struck Fan Hong one after another.
The Holy Statue of the Netherworld Emperor immediately came forward to meet him, and the divine calamity hit him. The smile of the Holy Statue seemed to become more vivid, which was a naked mockery.
Fan Hong's eyes opened and he suddenly waved out his hands. Along with the icon, dark rays of light rushed into the air.
Rumble, rumble...
The Primordial Temple shook for a while, and along with Fan Hong's roar, all the power of the Netherworld Dark Emperor's icon blasted out, and countless rays of light rushed toward the Heavenly Tribulation.
boom……
When the riots subsided and the catastrophe dissipated, Fan Hong stood there, with the huge statue of the Netherworld Emperor behind him still wearing the expression that was mocking the world.
Who is the fool in this world?
Han Yun felt as if he had eaten a bowl of flies. He was so depressed and nauseated that he could not vomit out. Fan Hong, who had been ridiculed by him for a long time, actually built a holy statue???
Han Yun rubbed his eyes desperately, what a god!
Icon of the Netherworld Emperor, the icon of assassination.
Can you believe it?
Can you believe it?
Fan Hong, that Fan Hong, that bastard who could be killed with one slap, has now become a holy statue!
The holy statue slowly disappeared, and Fan Hong's aura also disappeared. Finally, he also had this day.
Fan Ru was so excited that he could no longer speak. With the Holy Statue of the Netherworld and the Dark Emperor, the future of the Lotus Sect is brilliant!
But the first person Fan Hong went to was Wang Meng.
Wang Meng smiled, the two of them punched each other hard, and Fan Hong picked up Wang Meng fiercely.
"brother!"
"brother!"
Needless to say, Fan Hong gained a new life.
Fan Ru really didn't know what to say. He really had nothing to say to Wang Meng. There were such weirdos and aliens in this world of cultivation. It was so humane and so outrageous.
But, so what.
"Thank you father."
Fan Hong did not forget Fan Ru. After all the hardships, the rewards came. Fan Ru indeed had good intentions.
"You brat, haha, very good, you should be right about yourself!"
Fan Ru didn't praise Fan Hong too much. There is no need for it. Fan Hong will hear more in the days to come. {Piaotian Literature www.ptwxz.com thanks all book friends for their support. Your support is our greatest motivation}