Chapter 4838: teach

Xiao Fan's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of hostility.
For a long time, he has never regarded the old man in front of the land as his apprentice.
Even if the master and apprentice is true, it is just that he traveled through the ancient times, leaving behind the soul to be buried, saving the life of the old man Bianhuang, and teaching him for a period of time.
However, he never expected that the burial famine instead of leaving without reprimanding the burial, he actually recognized himself as a master.
There are not many people who are as loyal as the burial.
"Burial, you apprentice, recognized by the teacher." Xiao Fan sighed long.
A look of joy appeared on Funeral's face, but in just an instant, the aura on Funeral's body declined again, almost only exhaling, without air intake.
"Thank you, Master!" Funeral struggled to stand up and kowtow to Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan hurriedly stopped, and entered another vitality, took a deep breath and said: "You burn your source, and now your oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. Is it worth it for the fate?"
"Master told me back then that people can't forget their roots. My roots are in the Primordial God Realm. I am stupid. I can only protect the boundary mountain for the Primordial God Realm for the rest of my life." Burial Desolate said extremely piously.
"Unfortunately, Disciple's low strength is embarrassing to Master."
"I am proud of you as a teacher!" Xiao Fan took a deep breath and kept giving life to the funeral.
"Master, don't waste it, I'm exhausted, I hope Master can..." Huang Huang's face was pleading.
However, before he finished speaking, Xiao Fan interrupted him: "Do your own business!"
After that, Xiao Fan flicked his finger, and a golden light flashed, instantly submerged in the wasteland.
Burial was shocked suddenly, only to feel that a tyrannical force in his body instantly poured into his limbs, and his entire body was about to explode.
Originally, his original power, vitality, and power of days were all exhausted, and the gods were hard to save.
However, at this moment, his exhausted body was rejuvenated, and the original power consumed was replaced by another terrifying power.
More importantly, his power of the number of days has completely disappeared, but there is a strange power locked in his true spirit.
He has a feeling that he is hard to die at this moment.
boom!
Suddenly, a terrifying breath erupted from him, the injuries in his body instantly recovered, and he broke through to a higher realm.
Supreme Realm!
The crowd was dumbfounded when they saw this scene.
Anyone who sees a dying person will be resurrected, and even break through a higher realm, will not be calm.
Only then did the crowd realize how terrifying this person who was called Master by the Frontier Desolate Old Man was terrifying.
These methods are simply amazing.
Not far away, when Tai Huang saw this scene, his pupils shrank slightly.
No matter how brilliant he is, he has a wealth of knowledge, and he has never seen such methods.
Who is this person?
Why have I never heard of it?
Although he could see that Xiao Fan was only in the supreme realm, he dared not do it.
After a while, the aura on Funeral's body finally stabilized, and the whole person regained his youth again, his vitality surged, and he was absolutely domineering.
"Master!" Fang Huang knelt directly in the void and knocked three heads at Xiao Fan: "Thank you Master for your kindness in rebuilding."
"Own troubles, solve them yourself." Xiao Fan said lightly.
If the devil was here, he would definitely be shocked.
In order to save the burial famine, this peerless realm, Xiao Fan actually used the power of the pseudo fairy, and Xiao Fan also completely controlled the pseudo fairy.
You know, only the ancestor king realm can use the false immortal species, but Xiao Fan abruptly blessed one of the immortal source powers of the false immortal species on the funeral.
If it is a wasteland death, even if this power does not disappear completely, its power will definitely be greatly reduced.
At that time, the reincarnation elders and their arrangements will most likely fail.
Xiao Fan also knew that he had taken a big risk this time.
However, he does not regret it.
It is worth his time to guard the border famine all his life, and do his best.
If the burial of waste can break through the ancestral king realm, Xiao Fan doesn't mind passing this fairy source to him completely.
"Yes, Master!" Funeral gave a respectful salute.
Immediately stepped out, the sky fell apart and the earth broke apart. With him as the center, the radius of tens of thousands of miles turned into chaos again.
Some demon monks who were closer, all turned into blood mist.
It is conceivable that the power at the moment of burial is so powerful, his long hair is flying, like a sharp sword forcing people, the whole body is raging, burning, and collapsed.
Boom!
He spread out his palm, a golden spear emerged, and a spear pierced out, the star field exploded, and the sky flickered, stirring the sky, killing the wasteland.
Tai Huang's face changed slightly, the light in his eyes flashed, and he felt a breath of death.
"The power of the immortal!" Tai Huang was shocked in his heart, and he dared not to face it, and quickly backed away.
A spear condensed purely by the power of the immortal, how not surprised him.
What he was most shocked was not the strength at the moment, but Xiao Fan, who easily created all of this with his hands and feet.
"The magic dragon!"
Seeing that the funeral was about to be killed, Taihuang shouted.
Suddenly, the void dragon roars endlessly, and a black dragon emerges with a length of tens of thousands of miles, and its scales are sharp, across the star sky.
The many worlds around them all shattered, the dragons lie down, and everything was destroyed.
The moment the Devil Dragon appeared, Taihuang had already appeared on its head, and a giant claw slapped towards the wasteland.
boom!
The burial waste and the grasp of the magic dragon collided, and the two regressed, tens of thousands of miles of void burst one after another, and the white galaxy shot like a waterfall, terrifying.
As soon as the two played against each other, it was so intense.
"You unexpectedly surrendered a Primordial Demon Dragon?" Funeral was extremely shocked, and soon recovered to his coldness.
Primordial Devil Dragon, but the thirteenth horrible existence on the list of sacred beasts, one of the three dragon ancestors.
Rumor has it that the first Primordial Devil Dragon in the world is against the sky.
The Primordial Demon Dragon in front of him, the aura that it exudes, is obviously not weaker than the realm against the sky.
Funeral has a kind of uneasy thought in his heart.
"There are so many things you don't know. If you can push the emperor to this level, it would be a pity for you to die." Taihuang was aloft, overlooking the funeral wasteland, and regained his confidence.
"The Taiyi imperial clan is sure to be able to refine the Primordial Devil Dragon as a weapon." At this time, Xiao Fan in the distance spoke slowly.
Too ridiculous, his face sank, and in front of Xiao Fan, he felt like he was completely seen through.
"The burial, your sharp spear is destroyed, let you use your weapon." Xiao Fan said lightly.
Immediately raising his hand, a purple-blood light burst out, and it instantly fell in front of the wasteland.
But it was a purple-blooded long sword, Shura sword!
The long spear transformed by the power of the immortal in the wasteland's hand disappeared, and the Shura sword suddenly turned into a purple blood spear with a movement of his mind. He felt the power from the Shura sword, and his confidence skyrocketed. "Haha, come again, watch me kill you!" The funeral was full of vigor, and there was a long roar, and his figure burst out.