Chapter 394: The Divine Fires Gather Together, the Golden Crow Holy Body

"I lost?!"

Sen Zhenlong looked stunned, his eyes full of confusion.

He just stared at the sky blankly, motionless.

Lost.

Once again he lost.

And this time, he lost faster.

It was obvious that he had accepted the cruel special training from his ancestors and worked hard.

As a result, this time, he was defeated in just a few rounds.

This result was really unexpected for him.

At this moment, the sky cracked.

The cracks in the dark void are densely packed, like a spider web formed by a broken mirror, which is depressing.

In this, a huge golden crow shadow spreads its wings, blooms with orange flames, ignites the sky, burns blazingly, and dominates all directions.

Under the shadow of the Golden Crow, Fang Yang was holding an ancient golden spear with a cold face.

When he was still just a shadow of the three-legged crow, he was able to defeat the Mori True Dragon.

Now, having transformed from the Three-legged Crow into the Great Sun Golden Crow, the strength he can exert is even more remarkable.

Naturally, Mori Shinryu's special training had no effect on him.

"From now on, I will be the king of the Changkong clan!"

Fang Yang's eyes widened.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a majestic purple-gold fairy light, detached from the Mori Dragon and rushed toward his head.

In an instant, the real dragon howled and the golden crow jumped for joy.

A faint sense of satisfaction filled his heart.

Visible to the naked eye, Sen Zhenlong's face looked sluggish, as if he had overindulged in lust.

As for himself, he was full of energy, feeling full from his soul to his body.

Cool.

Very cool.

His body couldn't help but tremble.

So far.

The Changkong clan was reunited.

It is worth mentioning that after Sen Zhenlong's defeat, he withdrew from the battle of Xuan Yu and did not choose to surrender completely.

As time passed, Fang Yang led the Changkong clan and successively captured the Dongfang clan and the Minghai clan.

His invasion speed was even faster than Moriyue's.

After all, with Senyue's case replicating for him, no matter how slow he is, he can't be any slower.

What was somewhat beyond Fang Yang's expectation was that the other five golden families did not unite to fight against him.

Just because, in this life, a genius emerged from the Bai family.

A peerless prodigy who instantly awakens to the Holy Body of the [Gold-winged Dapeng], Bai Qisheng!

…

The Golden Crow Palace was burned with fire.

Inside the palace, there is a strange pool.

This pool is not big, two feet square. It has the accumulation of time, the haze of years, and the rock walls are mottled with ancient marks.

In it, there are many strange fires, like water, stacked up here, the auspicious clouds flow, accompanied by bursts of fragrance into the intestines.

"There are no hibiscus branches, only golden crow feathers?!"

Fang Yang sat in the pool, his eyes shining with thought.

According to the reminder of Meng Emperor's shadow, he wanted to condense the Golden Crow Holy Body in this dream.

To advance from a spiritual body to a holy body, the most important thing is to choose the appropriate holy material to absorb the true energy, so that the phantom can condense into a dharma form and transfer the power of heaven and earth.

At this moment, Fang Yang discovered that the holy material in front of him was the Golden Crow Feather.

He knew very well that it was actually best for him to choose Fusang Zhiya as the holy material to condense the Holy Body.

But it is a pity that in the star dream, there seems to be no birth of the cultivator of the 'Fuso Sacred Tree'.

Naturally, the hibiscus branches are hard to find.

In addition, Bai Qisheng is coming with great force, and the pressure is urgent.

If he doesn't condense the Golden Crow Holy Body, he is afraid that he will really die here.

"Then, the failure to use Fusang Zhiya as an introduction was the main reason for Yuesheng Yuanzu's defeat?"

Fang Yang was thoughtful.

He wanted to shake his head, but his intuition told him that it might be possible.

After a moment, he closed his eyes and began to relax.

Make bricks without straw.

No matter how much he pursues perfection, he cannot help but act based on the actual situation.

At this moment, this square pond seemed to be burned by some kind of divine fire. It felt warm and had the aura of time.

The divine fire was lit and the golden crow chirped.

Countless flame petals flew, indestructible, twisting the void, shaking the outside of the field, and the heaven and earth roared.

Above the Golden Crow Palace, endless flames spread across the sky, flooding all directions.

A pair of huge cold eyes appeared, looking down at the world with such indifference and ruthlessness that it made people tremble in their hearts.

"Then, what is that?!"

Fang Yuedong and others were shocked.

All the creatures trembled and suddenly felt terrified.

Everyone worships it, everyone is shocked by it.

…

…

real world.

The third king’s tent.

Fang Yang was sleeping deeply, and a bit of Golden Crow Divine Fire gradually filled his body.

"boom!"

In his first hole, the hibiscus branches rose and fell, suddenly blooming with brilliant golden light, and the terrifying light washed out and flew in all directions.

On the sea of ​​true essence, a sacred hibiscus tree appeared.

It is very dense, golden all over, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and each leaf contains different fire and wood patterns.

It is rooted here, dormant here.

But at the root of the tree, another group of divine light gradually emerged, as if it was pregnant with something.

Its shape is vaguely visible, it seems to be a golden crow, and its aura is terrifying.

As the true energy flowed, the golden crow's shadow moved and came under the roots of the hibiscus tree. It connected with this ball of divine light and fit together perfectly.

boom--

The next moment, the Fusang sacred tree exploded, bursting out dense life essence, all penetrating the Golden Crow phantom and squeezing the four directions.

The Golden Crow phantom quickly filled up, adding a more dazzling golden luster.

At this moment, the entire monarch's tent was shaking.

A sacred aura appeared in Fang Yang's body, chaos was pervasive, the rhyme of Taoism was lingering, the guardian formation was cracked, and the fiery red aura above his head rushed straight into the sky.

The sky and the earth were a fiery red, constantly trembling, as if the avenue was roaring, the auspicious light was rising, and the beam of light penetrated the sky and the earth.

"Monarch?!"

The hermit outside the tent was startled, his eyes widened, and his face was full of incredible expressions.

He was shocked, just because the current situation was beyond his control.

He gritted his teeth and hurriedly cast various spells to try to cover up the magic here.

"What happened?"

In the third army, many masters were startled. They stopped what they were doing, soared into the sky, and looked towards the direction of the monarch's tent.

"It's the monarch's tent. The noise is so loud."

"Auspicious air rushes to the sky, and divine fire fills the sky. What kind of terrible magic is the monarch practicing?"

"It's so shocking. Even the ancient scriptures of the Venerable in the Ten Thousand Fire Hall are probably no more than this..."

Linghe, Jiuming and others were all shocked.

And Su Xi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief.

As the deputy commander of the third army, she naturally understood the situation of the third army clearly.

It seems calm now, but at the border, the enemy soldiers have begun to test it again.

Now that Fang Yang has achieved success in his practice, it is naturally worth her great joy.

She has not forgotten the heroic figure of Fang Yang fighting against the White Tiger Demon Lord and Chong Zunyang alone that day.

(The next two chapters are expected to be released at 23:55)