Refining Heaven and Earth

"Dong Yu, we are back!"

After more than a year, the coastline of somewhere in Dongyu burst into the sky!

Back to Dongyu again, different moods and emotions!

It used to be like a mouse crossing the street, but now the king returns, and he is barbaric. Who can stop him?

Liquidation of old accounts is a matter of time. Previously, the strength was poor, thinking about how to get revenge all day, but now they are not in a hurry, I believe those people will not get better.

In this case, why is Fang Bai anxious?

Simply let them spend it in torment!

Before that, he was going to a place, Qingfeng Pavilion, Sword Cave!

When Xiu reached this level, Fang Bai gradually realized that he was ahead of himself.

Feeling is the best way to communicate the world, and it is also the only way to ask the Holy Spirit. It turns out that he has already embarked on this road long ago.

Flying in the sky of the Eastern Region, feeling refreshed, Fang Bai smelled the taste of freedom. He no longer had to hide and hide the taste of freedom that he had long lost.

The Qingfeng Pavilion is past, the emptiness falls, the consciousness is swept away, and there is a dead silence.

"Wait a minute, I'll make you famous and ridiculous, spread through the ages!"

Wherever he went, Qingfeng Pavilion used to be his home, and even with the War Temple today, this fact cannot be changed.

Moreover, in Master Tang Yimu's heart, Qingfeng Pavilion is the home.

Now is not the time, Fang Bai wants to clear all obstacles and never want to be threatened by anyone.

When I came to Houshan, I went straight towards the sword cave, and before approaching, Fang Bai's brow frowned, and the formation of the guardian sword cave changed.

It means that someone has come to the sword cave, or someone is in the sword cave at this time.

His eyebrows stretched, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Someone came to the door unknowingly, and turned to see who it was.

Slowly falling with one palm, ripples and undulations appeared, and the light curtain was flat again.

"what?"

Fang Bai's mouth had a stronger smile, and this formation was a bit interesting. Even if he just held it with one hand, it was not easy to prevent any formation.

In terms of true strength, many quasi-sages are inferior to him, only the realm is worse.

The only difference between the quasi-sacred and the united state is the realm, and that feeling is almost the same.

"Come again!"

Dan Tian roared, and it was shot with another palm. This palm was at least 70% true.

boom!

The gigantic palms dropped, the light curtain shook, and after a trembling, calm was restored here.

"it is good!"

Fang Bai's eyes were full of vitality. The stronger the formation, the stronger the hands-on power, and the simpler the people inside.

"See when you can hold up."

This time, Fang Bai didn't keep his hands. Nine Dantians were running at the same time.

Click!

The light curtain shattered in response to the cracks, the powerful sword spirit came on, and the mountains and hills still had traces of war.

"who?"

The monstrous Jianmang rises from a distance, and it is from the direction of the sword cave.

Sure enough someone!

While Fang Bai was greeted by a volley, a figure came out of the sky, a few miles away, and the person suddenly froze, and his expression became extremely ugly.

"why you?"

"Why not me?" Fang Bai smiled.

The comer struck a grey robe, his eyebrows were down, his face was bitter, he didn't know his name, but he had seen it twice and was quite impressed.

If you remember correctly, this person is a person of the Eight Doors Sword Gate, and his strength is very good. During the First World War, the Eight Doors was still in the same state.

"You, you are back."

The old man in the gray robe finally squeezed out a sentence, which made him feel extremely embarrassing. His old face turned red and his eyebrows blew even lower.

Fang Bai smiled even more happily. "Not welcome?"

"welcome!"

The old man in gray robe laughed even more ugly than crying. He felt remorse in his heart. He wanted to hide and practice here. If Wan Fang returned to the East, he could avoid the limelight.

No one is as good as the sky, but they were hit by the relationship between the Eight Holy Gates and Fang Bai. What will happen is not to think about it.

"Just welcome."

Fang Bai smiled and said, "But this is the site of my Qingfeng Pavilion. It doesn't seem appropriate for you to break in. What should I do?"

The old man in gray robes heard the words, with doubts flashing in his eyes, wondering what Fang Bai really wanted to do, teasing himself? Or give it a chance?

"Fang Dianzhu said what to do, then what to do."

"happy!"

Fang Bai laughed: "I'm welcome, then break into Qingfeng Pavilion and kill without pardon! However, if you become your own, then it is another matter."

Yourself?

The gray robe old man's eyes brightened, Fang Bai has gathered a lot of strong people around these years, and his cultivation is naturally qualified to become a person around Fang Bai.

More `new ... B fastest on

Think of the battle in Panhuang, and the situation of the Eight Holy Gates. The old man in the gray robe did not hesitate, "I am willing to join the temple of war and obey the order of the Lord of the Fangdian!"

"clever!"

Fang Bai smiled even more happily. An octopus of the combined state is still very useful. I believe that there is a helping hand of chaos and it is not a big problem to break through the nine levels of the combined state.

Imagine that there can be several quasi-saints in the wild, and Jiuzhong is the top powerhouse.

Fang Bai's previous life is not qualified to connect with the realm.

"Give up the spirits, and you're the one at the Temple of War ever since."

"it is good!"

The old man in gray robe had a bitter face, but what could he do at this time, better than fighting on the spot?

In front of Fang Bai, let alone the courage of World War I, the courage to escape.

Decisively surrendering the soul, can not help Fang Baigao glance, greedy for the fear of the dead, there is nothing to shame, this decisive, not ordinary people can compare.

"From now on, you are the man of the Temple of War, and I will not treat you badly." Fang Bai nodded with satisfaction, "talk about what has been wild these years."

It's easy to inquire about this, but Fang Bai disdain to inquire, and now when they come across, ask by the way.

The old man in gray robes was relieved and thought slowly.

After learning that the major forces of savages were concentrated in the Eight Holy Gates and Zhantianzong, Fang Bai smiled again. I wonder if these people should be smart or stupid!

Concentrating together saves you a lot of trouble.

These are things that happened more than fifty years ago, and the old man in the gray robe can't be sure what is going on today.

But it doesn't matter, strength is the essence, let alone 50 years, what wave can they turn out for another 500 years?

"You did very well."

Fang Bai said indifferently: "Send you to a place, practice well, don't live up to my expectations of you."

"Thank you, the Lord of the Temple!"

"what?"

Fang Bai smiled: "What do you know?"

The old man in gray robe smiled and said, "Of course, the owner of the temple sent me to‘ Yao Wang Shen Ding ’. The whole recklessness knew that the people who followed the owner ’s cultivation had made rapid progress. Presumably, they could not be connected with‘ Yao Wang Shen Ding ’.

"You're smart, cherish it!" Fang Bai said with a smile, no wonder that this person agreed to be crisp and clear. In addition to fear of death, Lian Tianding also played a vital role.

After being sent to Liantian Ding, Fang Bai walked towards the sword cave, and the mountain peaked into the sky like a sharp sword, standing at the entrance of the sword cave, as if the ants were small.

Qingfengzi, what kind of character is it, and why does it stay here?

After receiving the strength of quasi-sages, Fang Baidu determined that Qingfengzi must be a saint. The history of Qingfeng Pavilion is only 30,000 years, which means that there were saints more than 30,000 years ago.

"Patriarch, are you also from the famine?"

Fang Bai murmured and worshiped at the entrance of the sword cave.

Stepping into the sword cave again, shuttled through it, thousands of swordsman blasted out, Fang Bai was like walking around in the court, without encountering the slightest resistance, it was the end.

Sitting cross-legged in the stone room, Fang Bai rationalized his thoughts and calmed himself down.

Closing my eyes, wandering my mind, I don't know how long after that, I feel like I am floating in the sky, wandering in the wind.

Looking down at the mountains and rivers, as if in front of my eyes, my eyes seem to follow the thoughts, traveling endlessly, endlessly, up to ten million miles in an instant.

The same experience, different feelings, and now I think about it, Ignorant ignorance, it is difficult to understand the mystery.

Now think about it, the place is so amazing.

Liuyun passed by, the breeze blew past him, the ground rushed through at his feet, and the mountains moved like chess pieces on a chessboard.

Mountains and rivers, ancient green trees, villages and cities, birds, insects and beasts, and people's voices are full of emotions. All this is reflected in the sea of ​​knowledge, as if in front of you.

Unconsciously, Fang Bai felt like a passing cloud and a breeze blowing the Buddha, like standing mountains and rivers, like a rushing river.

Sometimes incarnation birds soar in the sky, sometimes like wild beasts running wild in the forest, as if towering ancient trees stand, it seems that fish are swimming in the galloping river.

Dreamy, who can tell!