The first thousand two hundred and eighty-fifth chapters What is a monster, what is a heaven
A hint of chill could be seen in the indifferent eyes.
Lu Zhao glanced at Lin Shao from the corner of his eyes, and said in his heart, "It's better to let you suffer some blows. When you are surpassed by a new disciple, you will definitely look wonderful."
...
A huge peak south of Shengqing Peak.
"This guy?"
Xiao Xiao, who was about to close the Saint Lun Tower before, was particularly surprised at the young figure above the Saint Lun Tower.
Even she had never expected such a turning point.
"Okay! See what kind of shock you can give me next?"
Xiao Xiao moved his body and returned to the trunk of the towering tree branches lightly and flirtatiously. He leaned against the tree stud and took out a string of candied haws.
...
Time passes quickly.
But this is only for Han Chen alone.
In the eyes of countless people around Shengqing Peak, they are simply living like a year.
Every time Han Chen stayed on the Holy Light Tower for more than one day, everyone became more and more uncomfortable.
The four holy source rivers that scattered across the sky were constantly swallowed by the terrifying black vortex. The power emitted from Han Chen's body became stronger and stronger.
Finally, another five days passed.
One hurdle in five days, Han Chen has already overcome three hurdles.
But such five days are obviously different from other people who have received the Holy Source Body Refining in the past. Because of the assistance of the devouring magical power, the speed at which the Holy Source power was swallowed by Han Chen has increased by many times.
"Although it's fifteen days, I think it's no different from the ordinary twenty days..." A voice echoed in the crowd.
No one responded to him because everyone was silent.
Everyone doesn't know what to say.
Soon, another day passed, and Hanchen still showed no sign of awakening.
Everyone was worried, as if they felt something big was about to happen.
When the sixteenth day ended quietly and the seventeenth day arrived as promised, the atmosphere of Shengqingfeng was in an indescribable agitation.
There were obviously more than 20,000 people gathered here, but it was as quiet as the jungle at night.
Everyone's eyes were gathered tightly on Han Chen.
Everyone has a torment in their hearts.
It seems that something particularly 'terrible' will happen next.
The moment the first ray of light in the morning came from the sky and sprinkled into the sky, something amazing happened.
"Boom!"
A particularly violent fluctuation of power immediately exploded over the Holy Tower.
And this time the movement made everyone's heart hang in their throats, and their faces were filled with tension and solemnity.
"Boom!"
The vast and majestic aura suddenly swept across all directions from Han Chen's body. Han Chen, who had been silent for seventeen days, suddenly opened his eyes, and his dazzling eyes exuded a dazzling brilliance like stars. The heroic spirit revealed between his eyebrows showed the king's style.
A circle of thick seven-colored halos was released from Han Chen's body, and Han Chen spread his arms, as if he ruled the world and the king would return.
"Swallow the sky and the earth..."
"rumble!"
The rolling wind and thunder sounded, and the sky was like thousands of beasts running wildly.
Under the countless gazes of horror in the audience, the four holy sources rivers were like cyan dragons entering the sea, and were swallowed by the black vortex at a very terrifying speed.
The wind is running, the thunder and storm is storm.
The world is about to break, and the mountains are trembling.
Chapter completed!