Fang Han was underground at this moment, looking for the Human Emperor Pen.
He didn't know how much trouble he had caused outside this time.
But with his wisdom, he naturally guessed.
Killing a deputy head in the Feather Sect, killing hundreds of disciples who Hua Tiandu had inserted, killing on a large scale, and even challenging the Supreme Elder, this is tantamount to a great rebellion, and the Supreme Elder of the Feather Sect will definitely punish himself if he holds a meeting, and he will even deprive himself of the Huangquan Diagram.
But Fang Han didn't care about these things.
It's a big deal to get out of the feather gate.
If the Feather Gate can't accommodate this at all and help Hua Tiandu, then there is nothing to be nostalgic for, anyway, he has never received some benefits from the Feather Gate, and the contribution to the Feather Gate is far greater than what he has gotten.
Of course, he still believes in Feng Baiyu, this person's means are all over the sky, and even the Protoss says that he is a key person, and he will definitely not give up on himself easily.
However, these things make them toss blindly.
Strengthening oneself is the key.
The Xuanhuang Great World, like the Infinite World, has fertile soil and deep water, and deep underground, contains more landforms than the Infinite World, and I don't know how many layers.
Fang Han was familiar with the road, and almost instantly, he came to the place where the Human Emperor Pen and the Hatred Heaven God Emperor fought last time.
This place is a fierce underground magma, surging like a tide, it is the best place to cultivate the fire system Dao technique, Fang Han's Red Emperor Fire Emperor Qi automatically absorbed, and the power of thousands of miles of flames poured into it.
The hot flames can't pose the slightest threat to Fang Han at all.
It's empty, there's nothing left.
Fang Han didn't find any trace of anyone's imperial pen at all.
"Fang Han, the human emperor pen is not here, how can we find it without a trace, in an instant, we can travel through the infinite world, it is impossible for us to catch up with this kind of existence."
Yan looked at the empty underground and sighed.
"Don't worry, let me use the little fatalism to investigate, maybe I can find any clues."
Fang Leng said quietly, he retreated in the Huangquan diagram for sixty years, and cultivated to the depth of the Yue, although he was not able to comprehend the mystery of the law of space, became a myth, and reached the "Cave Heaven Realm", but he was able to comprehend in silence, and he was able to feel like a god in the underworld.
The little fatalism has also begun to be thoroughly eaten by him, and he can use all kinds of magic tricks.
At that moment, in the midst of the rolling magma, Fang Han's mind moved, he sat down cross-legged, his fingers moved, and the rune of the little fatalism flew out of the top of his head, and countless lights flickered on it, as if he was calculating, calculating, calculating something, and it seemed to be sensing and scouting around.
Yan watched Fang Han perform it, but he couldn't help much.
Although he is powerful, he has also regained his strength, and now he has the power of three billion fierce horses galloping, and he is also proficient in various cultivation techniques, even if it is the Great Reincarnation Technique, he knows a little bit about it, and he can see it, but for the small fatalism technique, he does not have the slightest comprehension ability.
Even if Fang Han told it the syllables condensed by the little fatalistic technique, he couldn't comprehend it, and he didn't know why.
Not only him, but even many people in the Eight Floating Slaughters couldn't comprehend the little fatalism at all, and even the syllable that Fang Qingxue sang couldn't remember.
This seems to be the magic power of the little fatalism, specially tailored for Fang Han and Fang Qingxue.
Except for these two people, no one can understand it.
It's that magical.
This phenomenon can't even be explained by Fang Han himself.
The runes of the little fatalism were completely uneroded by the power of space and even time, and they swirled and penetrated in the earth, fire, and magma, and all kinds of images appeared in front of Fang Han's eyes, as if they were seeing flowers in the fog, and as if they were acting in a shadow puppet show.
Fang Han's mind was jumping, and he suddenly felt that in the depths of the underground flame lava, in a twisted parallel space, there was a slight fluctuation of mana.
Among the underground lava, there are some deeper places, because of the eternal and unchanging flames, burning for I don't know how many billions of years, the accumulated fire gas, burning the space to the ground, there is extremely dangerous, the space is extremely distorted, leading to the mysterious region, the master of the immortal body, into it, there is only one word, death.
Feeling this slight mana fluctuation, Fang Han grabbed his hands downward, and the vast mana rushed down, and he immediately went deep into the distorted space, grabbing out a trace of white and long head.
This white and long head, full of three thousand zhang, extremely delicate, shiny, extremely transparent, containing a terrifying power, Fang Han took the head, and as soon as he wrapped it around his fingertips, he felt the taste of the flesh being cut a little.
"What a terrifying force, what kind of human head is this" Yan also saw it, and tried his best to think about it, but he didn't have a clue.
"This head is indeed terrifying, people with such a terrifying head are only afraid that they are much more powerful than Feng Bai Yu, and I even feel that this head contains extremely terrifying space power and time power, and even the power of the world."
Fang Han stroked this head, and his divine thoughts penetrated into it, and he saw that inside his head, there was actually a huge space, almost larger than the space of the Eight Floating Slaughter, and that space was not empty, there were actually mountains and rivers, flowers and grasses inside, it seemed to be a blessed land, an independent world.
This made Fang Han's heart extremely shocked.
What kind of person is so powerful, he has cultivated a miniature world in his head.
This was beyond Fang Han's imagination, especially in the miniature world at the head, there were even some balls of light, like the sun, moon and stars, running endlessly, the only flaw was that there were no living beings in the world of the head.
"This head is an excellent material, and I can even use the refining technique in the Heavenly Dragon Secret Guide to refine this head into a medium-grade Dao weapon, the Evil Dragon Whip."
Fang Han sighed, and once again used his divine thoughts to explore in his head, exploring the mysteries of this miniature world, "Hmm" Something suddenly appeared to him, in this miniature world, there are actually many corpses, in the soil of this miniature world, it seems to be integrated with the whole world, he didn't appear just now, and now when he looks at it, he suddenly has a clue.
Those corpses in the dirt were all tall and bony, and they were actually Protoss warriors and God-Monarch level masters.
Even Fang Han saw a master at the god king level.
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In one head, there is a small world, and in the small world, there are the corpses of the Protoss warriors, and it can be clearly seen that these Protoss warriors turned out to be parasitic in this head.
It's like a parasitic heavenly demon in the Eight Floating Slaughters.
These Protoss warriors are also in the world of the head, constantly praying to add strength to the master of the head.
However, this head was cut off by a huge force, and the Protoss warriors inside were also all killed, and all vitality was stifled by that power.
"Horror, horror, horror.
Among the one head, there are actually tens of thousands of Protoss warriors, eight God Monarchs, and three God Kings.
The head of that head can parasitize how many Protoss warriors and god kings, god kings" Yan trembled all over, with his current cultivation, seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel cold, such a terrifying thing, he was extremely afraid when he thought about it.
"It's really powerful, but the corpses of these Protoss warriors are quite beneficial.
I can just refine it into a supernatural power fruit and use it when I cultivate my own power in the future. ” With a wave of Fang Han's hand, all the Protoss corpses in this root entered the World Tree, and those ordinary Protoss warriors were transformed into divine power, integrated into their own bodies, and stored.
And the corpses of the eight god monarchs turned into eight divine power fruits, and the corpses of the three-headed god kings turned into three true god seeds.
"I dare to conclude that this head was cut off by the emperor's pen.
The Protoss warriors inside were also shocked to death by the human emperor's pen, and these Protoss warriors, all the spiritual wisdom in their bodies, were directly wiped out, and they died with one stroke.
And the wound on this head is indeed the breath of the emperor's pen. ” Stroking the fracture of this head, Fang Han subtly noticed that there was a sharp intention to grasp the life and death of all living beings, extremely sharp, upright, and an example for all living beings, writing straight.
This is the unique breath of the human emperor pen.
You can't learn any magic weapon, no magic power.
"It is certain that the human emperor pen is suppressing a terrifying existence, fighting with each other, cutting off each other's heads.
Fortunately, I was able to catch the clues, and with this head and the breath of the human emperor's pen, I was able to perform some tracking techniques to find their existence. ” Fang Han pondered, looking for some of the supernatural imprints in the "Little Fatalism Technique".
There are 33 supreme supernatural powers of the Wusha Heavenly God Emperor that have been devoured, and there is one of them, called the "Ancient Shadow Trace Method", which is a supreme means of finding enemies according to the breath, and it is an ancient supernatural power.
"There is a big tracking technique among the three thousand avenues, but unfortunately no, I can only use this ancient shadow trace method, hoping to find the human emperor pen."
Fang Han sighed, the runes of the little fatalism technique spun for a while, and the "Ancient Shadow Trace Method" on it flew out, turning into an ancient shadow, this shadow had a very long nose, sniffed fiercely, and then the body shook and drilled into the ground.
This "Ancient Shadow Trace Method" is to use a secret method to condense a shadow, this shadow does not have the slightest combat power, nor is it an entity, but it is the best at tracking, it is an ancient secret technique, which can travel through space for tracking, although it is not as good as the legend, the ancient Three Thousand Great Dao Great Tracking Technique can track infinite worlds.
But it's also very magical, and it crosses some of the demonic paths in the tracking supernatural powers.
"Well, follow this ancient shadow, and you will definitely be able to find more clues.
Find the human emperor's pen, and all problems will be solved. ” Fang Han followed the ancient shadow and drilled down, and the lava spread out one after another, reaching deeper underground.
Countless spaces seemed to be twisted like wormholes, and suddenly, the ancient shadow drilled into a huge wormhole, which seemed to lead to another inexplicable space, and that space did not seem to belong to the Xuanhuang Great World
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