Chapter 1160: Practice

Lin Fan, don't you still admit failure?
The tone is calm, but sonorous and powerful, shocking the universe!
At this moment, the entire field was boiling, and there was no doubt that both Cao Qiushui and Zi Xueqing began to put pressure on the last Meng Fan.
If the two of them are Bai Haonan first-rate, then it will not affect Meng Fan at all, but now both of them are holding two large eighth-order divine fetish embryos. They are not only young, but also possessive. To achieve their own supreme accomplishments.
With such a method, the words spoken are absolutely different from Bai Haonan. It is a kind of crushing strength, not to mention that everyone in the field understands that now that time is fast, it is only half an hour left for Meng Fan!
Zi Xueqing couldn't break the rules of Zi Xueqing, and the same was true even with Meng Fan. Rules were rules, especially when so many people watched.
Tianjiao asked, with thousands of eyes, I have to say that at this moment Meng Fan alone is facing a pressure that exceeds everyone's imagination.
However, under countless gazes, Meng Fan seemed to be in another world, his movements were slow, and the divine object was gradually integrated into the cauldron again.
Regarding the pressure from Zi Xueqing and Cao Qiushui, he didn't even even look at it. The movements were so peaceful to the extreme, the knots changed, and all his belongings nowadays were put in this tens of thousands of mothers and children.
There is no doubt that any of these gods are extremely precious. If it weren't for the help of the purple door, it would not be easy for Meng Fan, who is now sitting on the powerful northern group domain, to take it out.
And the energy of the heavens and the earth in it is even greater. Although Meng Fan was doing it in one go, but now he needs to be more careful. Every step consumes a lot of energy, and drops of sweat can be seen from the naked eye constantly on Meng Fan’s forehead. Falling down, but his eyes were staring at the cauldron in front of him.
Seeing Meng Fan's movements, Cao Qiushui and Zi Xueqing looked at each other, and both shook their heads. On the contrary, a kind of curiosity was born on the faces of the two.
"Okay, I just want to see how you stand up again in failure!"
"Yes, I tried twice in the same day. I can't do it, I think you can't do it either!"
The two voices were extremely cold and contained a slight provocation.
At this moment, Meng Fan responded to the two with action, slapped the cauldron, and the spirit power spread out like a tide. Under the fusion of countless gods and objects, once again boiled in the cauldron, bursting out a kind of The breath of horror.
After less than an hour, the body of the ten thousand mother and son Qi Ding appeared again, and the breath came, which immediately attracted a lot of discussions around, and there was a feeling of great shock.
In any case, I have to say that the white-haired youth is too stubborn and too bold!
"Get up!"
For an instant, Meng Fan's face was expressionless, only one word was uttered, and as his voice fell, his palms changed, and a series of Jie Yin appeared from his body.
The more you refine the weapon, the more you are walking on thin ice. The complexity and danger between the processes are beyond ordinary people's imagination. If it weren't for Meng Fan who has been studying this way over the years, he would not be able to persist until now.
Undoubtedly, the countless classics in the past and Ruo Shuiyi's careful teaching are Meng Fan's powerful capital for accomplishing all this, portrayed in Meng Fan's bones.
The eyes are like electricity, and the breath erupts. The more complex the Jie-yin, the more swift and violent the movement, which is beyond everyone's imagination. Within a few breaths, thousands of complicated Jie-yin emerged from Meng Fan's body again.
"Condensation!"
It was another word. At this moment, it was already spit out from Meng Fan's throat, and with a big hand, the huge cauldron in the emptiness was like a star, dazzling, and vomiting the sun and the moon.
Refining the weapon again, it made all the gods and objects integrated in this cauldron into one. There are many strong people in the field who already felt that Meng Fan, who had already failed once before, turned out to be... There is a comeback, and the supreme power erupts in the faint cauldron, there is already hope for another achievement!
Such a scene can be called an earthquake!
However, like Zi Xueqing, a strong man like Cao Qiushui frowned, including the more than a dozen Zimen elders above the altar, all looking at Meng Fan's throat.
People with strong mental power can perceive everything in detail, including Meng Fan who swallowed a mouthful of blood after a loud roar before, and was seen by these people.
Obviously, the cost of refining Meng Fan again is huge, and the energy required is twice as much as before, but he may not be able to support it either mentally or physically.
After its strength, there is already a manifestation of weakness, and the more backward, the higher the risk. Now Meng Fan is not walking on the tip of a knife, and one step may fall into the abyss.
"Cast!"
However, Meng Fan roared again, his body shook, and he waved his big hand. In the next moment, a huge seal was merged into the cauldron, continuously and endlessly.
The cauldron trembled, and the power in it sublimated to a more powerful level, but at a glance, one could see that Meng Fan spewed out a big mouthful of blood, which could no longer be suppressed, and the whole body was trembling.
It was just a moment of loss of consciousness, the power in the cauldron was a little unstable, causing a burst of boos around. There is no doubt that if Meng Fan can't control it, then it is possible to fry the stove, a Tier 8 fetish gathers. The power of the fryer immediately caused countless people around the altar to step back and swallow a mouthful of saliva.
Meng Fan can be so desperate, but it doesn't mean that they can, even standing next to him will have a shocking feeling, quite trembling.
"Little guy, stop it, I am Zimen Zi Aonan, if you really have any needs, my Zimen can help you a little favor!"
After a while, a voice of vicissitudes fell and fell into Meng Fan’s ears, which immediately attracted the attention of the people around him, only to realize that the speaker was the chief elder of the Zimen who had always been stationary, with white hair. Old man.
Just sitting quietly on the spot, the old man looks extremely peaceful, no different, kind eyebrows, but the latter is able to sit on the position of the chief elder of the purple door. Needless to say, he must be in the purple door. One of the taboo ancient ancestors, but the spiritual power is terrifying to the point, and there is no obvious leakage.
"Thank you!"
In the midair, Meng Fan spit out blood to stabilize his breath, forcibly, the power in the cauldron will gather and calmly said.
"Unfortunately, old gentleman, you may not be able to give me what I want, so I can only fight for it myself!"
The tone was calm, and at the next moment, the soles of Meng Fan's feet trembled. He had already walked through the entrance of life and death before, and one carelessness might fry the stove.
But at this moment, the latter's movements were even more fierce. Standing alone in the sky, an ancient imprint in his body exploded, absorbing the surroundings, and it was the power of Inverse God scroll.
Swallow heaven and earth, merge nothingness!
With the help of the immortal seal, the infinite power in the void of heaven and earth was immediately integrated into this Meng Fan's body, the latter continued to expand, and the physical body improved, like a giant, with his big hands slapped. Power All the power is integrated into the furnace of this ten thousand mothers and children.
If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!
I have to say that the kind of madness in the bones of the Wuzhen boy back then is possessed even by Meng Fan today. Even though he is already a strong Xuanyuan, he has too much of the world, but he can give up everything for his own goal. Directly point to the original mind, understand the thoughts, only use knives, but not easy!
"Roar!"
Meng Fan let out a low roar, shaking the sky, causing Zi Xueqing, and all the strong men above the altar of Cao Qiushui suspended their hearts.
Everyone clearly understands that now Meng Fan has already taken out the last hole card. There is no doubt that there is a big problem with the exercises he has cultivated. It can help his body absorb the power of the week, which is mysterious and unpredictable. Under the power of everyone, Meng Fan was able to mobilize a large amount of heaven and earth energy for his own use.
This scene is simply too powerful, even some of the Zimen elders in the field never expected, including the chief white-robed elder Zi Aonan, who all stood up, with deep eyes and a little shock.
This kind of refining method, this kind of cultivation technique, but they are all rare in their lives!
In particular, the breath of a hand-to-hand fight that broke out in Meng Fan's body, a life and death fight, shocked countless people, but everyone knew that although Meng Fan is now against the sky and his cards are emerging, in the final analysis it is still There is a flaw, that is, its mental power consumption is too huge.
Under this situation, Meng Fan couldn't insist on insisting, and it was bound to have a big problem. The two refining tools challenged the eighth-order divine fetish. This situation is not against the sky or can be ignored.
However, at this moment, Meng Fan stood alone on the sky, controlled by his palm, and his blood exploded. All the vitality fluctuations and spiritual power of the whole person were integrated with the qi cauldron.
The more insistent, the more Meng Fan's complexion turned pale, and in the next moment everyone could see bleeding in his nose, then lips, corners of eyes, ears...
There is no doubt that a lot of mental lapses caused Meng Fan to consume so much, his seven orifices bleed, his eyes were blood red, and his lips trembled. Under such consumption, his whole person was like a straw, and he could be crushed at any time!
In such a scene, ten thousand people trembled in an uproar!
Even the countless people around the entire Forbidden City are difficult to utter a single word, like deathly silence, I have to say that this scene is really shocking.
Since ancient times, the world has heard of refining tools, and life is hard to come by!
Heroes love their lives since ancient times, who dares to be so proud?
Even at this moment Meng Fan failed and died directly, but this figure is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so that countless of these powerful people in the Middle Ages are firmly remembered.
Someone can be so stubborn, this insistence!
After a while, a voice suddenly came out among the deadly crowd.
"Good job, I'll wait to help you, keep practicing!"
The tone was calm, and at the next moment, he lifted a palm, bursting his own vitality into the sky, and hearing this voice, it seemed to be infectious, and countless men around this world also nodded at the same time. Raising the palm of his hand, he blended his own vitality into the sky and gathered in the energy absorbed by Meng Fan.
At first glance, there are tens of millions of people. At this moment, they are all raising their palms. Finally, including the Muronghen on this altar, the many disciples of the Zimen can't restrain themselves. They raise their palms and gather their strength to merge here. In the sky, the words resembling the tide resounded through the sky at the same time,
"Bloody man, go on doing it!"
"Go on!"
"Go on!"
The sounds of thousands of people converge, how shocking it is. Under such a sound, it can be described as resounding through the entire sky, causing the earth to vibrate piece by piece. Countless vitality and eyes are gathered in Meng Fan, many of them are Tears filled my eyes, only three words came out,
"Go on!"
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