Chapter 248: The Great Perfection of the Tian Gang Zhi Yang Tyrant Body!

Fang Wang seemed to be unable to hear Yang Du's shouts, and did not respond, or even open his eyes.

Yang Du could only keep his mouth shut until he was pushed into the cell. After the cell door was closed, he ignored the cultivator who was performing the sealing method and stared at Fang Wang from afar.

Xiao Zi saw him and blinked at him.

Yang Du suddenly remembered that in recent years, there have been monsters turning into dragons all over the world. Could it be that the snake monster that followed the senior has also turned into a dragon?

He looked at Xiao Zi carefully, and the more he looked, the more he thought it was true.

He had never seen that kind of meanness in other monsters.

Seeing Xiao Zi's eyes, and then looking at Fang Wang, who looked completely uninjured and not embarrassed at all, Yang Du's body was shocked.

Could it be...

Yang Du thought of something and was immediately excited.

He nodded to Xiao Zi, then turned around and imitated Fang Wang and began to practice.

Xiao Zi tilted his head, wondering why this kid nodded?

It was teasing Yang Du with its eyes just now. Why is he so embarrassed after not seeing him for many years?

Who would have thought that Yang Du actually nodded at it with excitement, he was simply sick!

Xiao Zi didn't think about it anymore, and lay beside Fang Wang and continued to practice.

Because Fang Wang had the fluctuation of absorbing spiritual energy around him, everyone thought he was practicing, so no one called him or talked to him.

That's it.

Another three months passed.

This day.

Fang Wang's mind was shocked, and the familiar feeling finally came.

After a dizzy spell, he opened his eyes and came to the Heavenly Palace.

His expression did not change, and he immediately began to practice the new body cultivation method.

Unlike the past, this time, Fang Wang was very determined and just wanted to practice it quickly!

It took him 960 years to practice the Tiangang Holy Body True Art, and it took him 1,700 years to practice the Vajra Supreme Yang Holy Body. Even if the two have something in common, it would take at least a thousand years to practice their fusion version.

Time passed quickly in the Heavenly Palace.

Year after year, Fang Wang practiced with concentration, and the Heavenly Palace changed its environment according to his state of mind.

It took five hundred years for Fang Wang to master the new technique and transform his body.

Another seven hundred years passed before he finally achieved the Great Perfection!

The Great Perfection Body combines the characteristics of the Tiangang Holy Body and the Vajra Zhiyang Holy Body, and is more powerful, and more than one level stronger.

From the Great Perfection to the Great Perfection, it was extremely painful, but Fang Wang gritted his teeth and continued to practice with his anger towards the seven holy clans.

During the entire practice process, he hardly stopped to rest.

He knew that doing so would breed resentment in his heart, but he just wanted this resentment.

When he completely achieved the Great Perfection, he looked back and realized that two thousand four hundred years had passed!

Fang Wang followed and left the Heavenly Palace.

In the cell, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of white flames overflowed from his eyes, and his pupils shone with white light, as if hiding two bright suns.

He started to practice his skills, madly devouring the spiritual energy at the bottom of the cell and tempering his new body.

Rumble--

The violent spiritual energy made the ground tremble, waking up Xiao Zi and other prisoners in the cell.

More and more prisoners came to the cell door. Because the cell door was restricted, they could not feel Fang Wang's breath and could only discuss with each other.

"What's going on?"

"It's the spiritual energy underground that is rioting."

"This has never happened before."

"Could it be that they are arranging some formation?"

"I don't know."

The prisoners were surprised and discussed again and again, while Yang Du looked at Fang Wang, and ended up looking at Fang Wang.

In the dim underground palace, Fang Wang's cell was the brightest, and his shining eyes made it difficult for people to look away after just one look.

"This is..."

Yang Du held the iron bar tightly, with excitement in his eyes.

More and more people noticed Fang Wang's abnormality. As the violent spiritual energy poured into his body, his robe fluttered violently, and Xiao Zi was forced to retreat.

"Young Master..."

Xiao Zi looked at Fang Wang worriedly. It could feel a surge of hostility. Even when Fang Wang entered Xuan Dynasty, his hostility was not so strong.

Fang Wang murmured to himself: "Tian Gang plus Vajra Zhiyang, let's call it Tian Gang Zhiyang Tyrant Body."

The holy body turned into a Tyrant Body. The word Tyrant means that he is about to use his tyranny!

He will not talk about good and evil, right and wrong. He will make all the people of the seven major families be buried with Han Huitian and the seven people!

Xiao Zi's dragon body shook when he heard it.

Tian Gang Zhiyang Tyrant Body!

Did the young master merge the Tian Gang Holy Body and the Vajra Zhiyang Holy Body?

Xiao Zi's blood boiled immediately. It knew that Fang Wang would not sit and wait for death. He came here to divert the war and avoid affecting the Fang family.

Rumble——

The suppressed thunder sound was transmitted into the underground palace, which made the prisoners even more curious. They all looked at Fang Wang.

Fang Wang's abnormality was obviously related to the vibration of the underground palace!

At this moment, figures appeared in front of Fang Wang's prison door.

They were Han Huitian, Qiuya Zhenren, Songhan Fairy and Liu Jun.

The four great monks of the Stepping Heaven Realm looked at Fang Wang with frowns, and their hearts were beating wildly when they looked into Fang Wang's eyes.

"Go in!"

Han Huitian said in a deep voice, and then began to remove the seal on the prison door.

On the other side.

In an attic, Feng Wuzong and Ji Zhan sat opposite each other and drank.

Ji Zhan looked out the window, thunderclouds rolled, covering the bright moon, making the world more oppressive. He retracted his gaze and smiled: "I have to thank you for capturing Tiandao Fang Wang this time. Without your calculations, we would have been unnamed and damaged the face of the Saint Clan."

Feng Wuzong raised the corner of his mouth and sneered: "If you want to blame Fang Wang, you have a nosy nephew. I heard that Fang Jing likes to do chivalry, so I secretly protected the woman and fled all the way to Fang Jing's vicinity before letting Feng Jing go. The clan members take action.”

Ji Zhan shook his head and laughed: "Aren't you afraid that your junior will beat Fang Jing to death?"

"While they were fighting, I also took action." Feng Wuzong said expressionlessly.

Ji Zhan raised his eyebrows, looked at him with a slight change in his eyes, and said with emotion: "That's cruel enough. In this case, the treasure body can only be obtained by our two families."

Feng Wuzong hummed: "He is just a junior with mediocre talent. He will die when he dies. But since we have paid for it, the treasure body can only be obtained by us. It would be good if other companies can take advantage."

Ji Zhan said with a smile but not a smile: "Then let's first talk about how our two families can divide the treasure body. I have a proposal. No matter which family seizes the treasure body, they must marry the other party and leave the bloodline. What do you think?"

"That's a good suggestion."

Feng Wuxing praised, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

A bolt of thunder struck down from the sky, and the lightning illuminated the shadows of the two people on the wall, like two evil demons baring their teeth and claws.

…

Inside the cell.

Master Qiuya and Liu Jun held Fang Wang's shoulders, while Fairy Songhan stood behind Fang Wang, blocking Xiao Zi.

"What do you want to do?"

Xiao Zi said angrily, ready to pounce on Fairy Songhan at any time.

Fang Wang's indifferent voice sounded: "Xiao Zi, just stay there, they can't do anything to me."

As soon as she said this, Fairy Song Han covered her mouth and said with a smile: "My little Tiandao friend is indeed full of confidence. No wonder you dare to come with us. Could it be that you have practiced some amazing skills in the past six months? You think you can defeat the seven of us who are in the Sky-Taking Realm. ?”

Fang Wang didn't answer.

Han Huitian stood in front of Fang Wang, gathering spiritual power in his right palm. He said in a deep voice: "There is something wrong with this boy's treasure body. Just in case, I will beat his soul first!"

After he finished speaking, his right palm fell on Fang Wang's head.

The corners of Fang Wang's mouth raised, but he continued to absorb spiritual energy without resisting.

Wisps of yang energy surged out of his body and burned rapidly, causing Qiuya Zhenren and Liu Jun who were holding him down to frown and had to use their own spiritual power to resist.

Han Huitian's face suddenly changed, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's impossible... Why don't you have a soul?"

No soul?

Master Qiu Ya, Fairy Song Han, and Liu Jun were all stunned, thinking they had heard wrongly.

Han Huitian continued to increase his spiritual power. He did not believe in evil. Fang Wang's state showed that he was conscious at first glance and could not be in a soulless state.

boom!

Fang Wang's Yang Qi exploded, knocking Qiu Ya Zhenren, Liu Jun, and Fairy Song Han away. The terrifying Yang Qi flames burned fiercely, turning all the decorations in the cell into ashes.

The firelight shone on Han Huitian's face, and a hint of joy suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Everyone, the situation is not right, I will seize him first!"

Han Huitian said in a deep voice, and followed the soul out of his body and penetrated into Fang Wang's forehead.

Master Qiu Ya and the other three were shocked. They couldn't care so much and could only rush up and hold Fang Wang down again.

At the same time, Han Huitian came into Fang Wang's body. He seemed to be in the depths of the universe. It was pitch black in all directions. He looked up.

He saw a bright light and rushed towards it.

Soon, he saw Fang Wang's soul, meditating in the darkness, with strong light emitting from his body.

Han Huitian's eyes showed greed, and he rushed over with a grin.

Fang Wang Yuanshen, who had his eyes closed, suddenly laughed, and his smile was extremely weird.

in reality.

Fang Wang and Han Huitian have settled down, but Fang Wang's yang energy is still growing.

"Damn it, do you really want him to take over your body?" Liu Jun said unwillingly.

Fairy Songhan's eyes flickered and she said, "How about taking action against him?"

Master Qiu Ya said in a deep voice: "If we attack him now, he will definitely suffer heavy losses, which is equivalent to breaking up with the Han family, and Fang Wang's condition is indeed not right."

He used his own spiritual power to suppress Fang Wang's body, but he couldn't hold it down anymore.

He could feel an unimaginable force gathering in Fang Wang's body, ready to go.

Not only him, Fairy Songhan and Liu Jun also felt it, so they didn't attack Han Huitian.

Yang Du watched from a distance and shouted: "Hey, you four, if you offend my senior, you will die miserably. Don't forget the Emperor Hai Xuan Dynasty, be careful that your saints will follow in the footsteps of the Xuan Dynasty."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Fairy Songhan and the other three people changed slightly, and their eyes showed terrifying murderous intent.

puff--

Han Huitian suddenly raised his head and vomited blood. A white light flew out from Fang Wang's forehead and penetrated into Han Huitian's body. Han Huitian staggered back.

He covered his chest, opened his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot. He trembled: "You...who are you?"

Hearing this, Fairy Songhan, Master Qiuya, and Liu Jun were all frightened and retreated to the edge of the cell.

Fang Wang's black hair was flying freely. He was still meditating on the ground without getting up. He raised his chin slightly and stared at Han Huitian with an indifferent look.

"He is right. The fate of Xuan Chao is the fate of your holy clan."