Chapter 393 Living Legend

Real world.

The third monarch's tent.

Inside the tent, it was dark, with only a few golden flames flickering.

At this moment, Fang Yang closed his eyes and lay on the monarch's throne.

The next moment, with a humming sound, the sea of ​​true essence in his first acupoint was no longer as calm as a mirror lake.

Hula la...

Like a surging river and waves, the waves of true essence surged and hit the three-legged crow's phantom.

The three-legged crow's phantom trembled, madly absorbing true essence, and the whole body was shining with divine light.

On its body, fire runes and sword runes were densely covered, causing it to constantly transform, and an extremely terrifying aura emanated from its body.

In an instant, the dark tent was illuminated by the blazing fire, and the fire went straight forward, hitting the formation and appearing outside.

Boom!

Outside the tent, it was like a thunder riot.

Immediately, red fire feathers flew all over the sky, each fire feather was more than ten meters long, like a giant spear, floating in the sky, shocking people.

Not only that, all the swords nearby were buzzing and trembling, trying to break free from the scabbard, rushing into the air, and gathering into a long river of swords.

"Hiss~"

Shan Jushi appeared.

He took a breath of cold air and quickly pinched the magic formula.

In the air, black light was spreading, rushing to the sky, like a huge black curtain, barely covering up this celestial phenomenon.

At this moment, his eyes were shining with divine light, and his face was full of doubts.

He knew that Fang Yang was in seclusion, but judging from the changes in the celestial phenomena, Fang Yang's methods were really amazing.

But fortunately, he hurried and finally covered up the secrets of this world, so that outsiders could not see it.

"The storm is coming~" Shan Jushi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his heart sank.

Not long ago, Su Xi came to report that the White Tiger Demon Lord and the Seventh Prince of Daxuan and other creatures had made some unusual moves, and no one knew what they were planning behind the scenes.

Now, from the situation of Fang Yang studying new magical powers, Fang Yang must have expected something, so he made urgent preparations.

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Changkong clan.

Fang family lineage, ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is full of incense, white mist rises and surrounds it, and many god tablets are looming, and their titles and names cannot be seen clearly.

Under the many god tablets, there is a bronze statue, shining brightly, quite magical.

This bronze statue is the appearance of the Swallowing Sky Bird, the size of a millstone, lifelike, with a fierce aura that is enough to stop children from crying, and it is worthy of its name as an ancient demon bird.

"Yes, why do we have to worship it too?"

At this moment, Fang Lanxi looked at the Swallowing Sky Bird statue curiously.

She looked back and looked at the elder of the Dezhi clan, with a puzzled look on her face.

The other children of the Fang family also raised their eyes, confused.

They knew that they had to worship their ancestors, but why did they even worship this Swallowing Sky Bird statue?

If the elder of the De clan had not asked, they would not have thought of this and would have just followed the custom to worship.

Facing the gazes of many children, the elder of the De clan smiled, stroked his gray beard, and said:

"Hehe."

"This statue has a great origin and is related to the distant ancestor Yue Sheng."

"It is not just a statue, but is made of a real swallowing bird..."

As the elder of the De clan narrated, Fang Lanxi and others looked solemn and serious.

The distant ancestor Yue Sheng was the most powerful ancestor of the Fang family. His deeds inspired every descendant of the Fang family.

Finally, the elder of the Dezhi clan looked expectant:

"Of course, as time passes, everything withers and decays."

"This statue was not cast by the ancestor Yue Sheng himself, but was only imitated by us later generations."

"But it is also because of it that the great elder Fang Yuanshan was able to pass on his true name and be listed in the family tree."

"Hehe, I hope I can be like the great elder Fang Yuanshan."

"I don't ask for much, just a few words in Ayang's biography..."

After saying that.

The elder of the Dezhi clan looked unsatisfied.

For people like him who have entered the last years of their lives, what they want is nothing more than a posthumous reputation.

"Ah?"

Hearing this, Fang Lanxi was at a loss.

But the next moment, Fang Lanxi looked up suddenly.

It was only because she remembered her "cousin" Fang Yang and the remarkable achievements made by her cousin.

The First Martial King!

The Young Great Sage!

The Ancestor of Kunpeng!

The expression on her face suddenly changed, quite surprised.

So, my brother is already a living legend in the eyes of ordinary people! ?

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Starry Dream World.

Fang Yang wants to fight in the battle of Xuanyu, become the monarch of Changkong, and become the destiny of a hundred years.

Now, he has condensed the spirit body of the Great Sun Golden Crow, and he is just short of condensing it into the Holy Body of the Great Sun Golden Crow.

That day.

The dawn broke through the clouds and illuminated the steep mountains below.

In the steep mountains, there were soldiers all over the mountains.

And in the void, there were thousands of densely packed warships.

This is an extremely huge force. Once it is deployed, it will surely destroy any silver tribe or bronze tribe easily.

If there is a saint leading it, then even destroying the saint's Taoism is easy.

This is the legion of the Fang family!

"Woo~"

The wind blew, roaring.

Everyone's eyes looked up at the sky at the same time.

In the sky, golden light surged in all directions, replacing the blue sky, covering the whole world and becoming the only light.

In the center was a huge 'Golden Crow Palace'.

The owner of the palace is "Fang Yuesheng".

"What a magnificent man." Fang Yuedong took a deep breath and looked up with envy.

"A real man should be like this." Fang Yueze's eyes were burning with fire, and his heart was like a snake and scorpion, extremely hot and unbearable.

"Strong soldiers and brave generals, flying boats and warships, the attention of all people..." Fang Anran's mouth was bitter and she felt powerless.

Such a scene is what she has dreamed of since she was a child.

As a result, she failed at the most critical step.

In front of the man who looked like the Golden Crow God King, she couldn't even move forward half a step. How could she not feel desperate?

At this moment, the three of them surrendered in front of Fang Yang.

Not only them, but the troops accumulated by the Fang family were about to follow Fang Yang to fight.

"Dong! - Dong! - Dongdong!"

The deafening sound of war drums sounded, like the roar of a fearless lion, shaking all directions.

In a flash, flags fluttered and waved forward.

Under Fang Yang's will, the army set out, just like the heavenly soldiers and generals marching.

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Fang Yang stood in the Jinwu Palace, with his hands behind his back.

He looked down and looked at the army.

His eyes were dim, and he thought: "Seeing the big picture from the small details, the family management philosophy of the Fang family is almost the opposite of that of the Sen family."

The Sen family is constantly accumulating and accumulating the power of nine generations.

While ensuring the ultra-high lower limit, a young venerable emerged, and then sought the status of venerable.

The Fang family is constantly making progress, adding bars crazily, and decisively going all-in when they find an opportunity.

These are two different concepts, creating completely different futures.

But from the perspective of the real world, in the last step, the Fang family's gamble lost.

Of course, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.

If Fang Yuesheng won everything, everything would be different!