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Chapter 402 ; The water of the extreme sky, the painted skin of a beautiful woman [5,000 words](2/2)

Half an hour passed in a blink of an eye, and most of the cold air that was constantly invading was offset by the Divine Turtle Zhenhaitu. Fang Ping was circulating his immortal golden body, and the golden true blood in his body was as hot as the sun. Logically speaking, even if a ten thousand-year-old iceberg came into his body, it would be melted into gas empty space, which could penetrate the cold air that came from the Divine Turtle Zhenhaitu, which was different from the ordinary cold air.

Even the golden true blood that burns like a blazing and burns as hot as the sun cannot be burned.

A feeling of fatigue that was drowsy and could not be suppressed was getting worse and worse. The prairie fire impacted Fang Ping's spiritual will, making him want to give up struggling, take off his guard, and have a good sleep in this extreme water.

"Frozen the body and also freeze people's will and spirit. This is the most terrifying place in the water of the sky. In essence, this level tests will. If you have a firm will, you can run wildly in the storm and thunder, and your will is weak, and you will feel biting cold when you blow a gust of wind."

The mind is as calm as water, Fang Ping makes a judgment when facing danger.

He closed his eyes, and consciousness merged with the soul-shen villain floating in the sea of ​​consciousness. The soul-shen villain about inch was carved into the essence of divine gold.

The light was shining with radiance, the eyes closed, and the sun was imprinted there like a sky.

Moving without moving, there is the great power of dominating the world and despising all living beings.

Consciousness condensed into the body of the little soul, and Fang Ping, who turned into one with the little soul, opened his eyes, the beam of light surged into the sky, and his aura looked down on the world. Every inch of his body was beating, flowing with an indestructible and indelible bright light. He seemed to have become a little soul, and he broke through the shackles and was extremely sublimated into a martial arts emperor.

At this moment, his will was unshakable, and he allowed the water of the extreme sky to freeze as strong as the sun and as hot as fire.

The boy who was guarding the water of the sky rose in his eyes, feeling relieved, amazed, and impressed: "When the Emperor was alive, he was also dull than him. His magical powers, spiritual will, and Taoist wisdom have all reached the point where he had never come before, and it coincided with the opening of the golden world."

"The Emperor once said that there is a kind of person in this world who is born in the world, born in the world, and born in the disaster. Is this person?"

Bang!

At the other end of the water of the sky, there was a loud noise, and a huge figure that looked down on the world was like a bird breaking a cage. The hidden dragon flew out of the abyss and flew out of the water of the sky covering the sky and the earth behind.

Fang Ping came to the sea of ​​clouds at 80,000 feet, and was within reach of the end of the sea of ​​clouds.

Without a moment, he flew forward. In the mist in front of him, a woman gathered with beautiful hair and hair as white as a waterfall. She had tall and mature figure, white and tender skin than snow, and her face was whisperable. Her pair of autumn eyes were cold and bright. When she saw Fang Ping, she showed a affectionate smile. Looking at that look, she was the female sect leader.

As the hem of the skirt was flying, a pair of slender legs were vaguely seen wearing white silk stockings.

"This is a pain in my weakness!" Fang Ping was unmoved and slapped it with a palm, erasing the confusion in front of him.

But before the waves were settled, and as the fog turned, two women appeared, one was quirky, playful and beautiful, with a little baby-fat face, and the other was in his forties, and he was not old, with a bit of kindness on his face.

Fang Ping frowned. Of course he knew that these were all illusions, but hesitated for a moment in his subjective consciousness.

Then I walked forward and saw illusions that emerged one after another, with many beautiful women painted skins, demons and monsters, and magical weapons.

As soon as you relax, all kinds of demons will come to your heart.
Chapter completed!
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