Refining Heaven and Earth

Wu Guang committed suicide, vomited to kill, hatred of the past, disappeared!

When the eyes fell on the Lancang Sea, it was time to calculate the account of Qingfeng Pavilion.

Wen Jingyi valued and defended him, and Fang Bai was unforgettable throughout his life. This account cannot be ignored. The culprit of Fu Ji is dead, and Lan Canghai is an elder!

The strong man near the Wanhe Road, like a docile lamb at this time, waited for Fang Bai to slaughter one by one without any resistance.

A glance at the towering towers scattered in the distance, Fang Bai handed ten tokens to Xiaoyu.

Feeling Fang Bai's gaze, Lan Canghai's heart shuddered. To this day, he never thought of escaping, and would not give him a chance to escape.

Destined to die, the Eight Holy Gates are destined to die and cannot be changed!

"Can I ask you something?" Lan Canghai said in a deep voice.

"Oh?"

Somewhat unexpected, Fang Bai nodded, and didn't care to give him a decent look before he died, "Say!"

Lan Canghai slowly said: "The old man is guilty and willing to die. Please let go of the Eight Holy Gates. The ancient ancestors of the Eight Holy Gates contributed greatly to the human race!"

Fang Bai frowned lightly, but did not expect that Lan Canghai would use righteousness to oppress him, but it was a bit difficult.

In the ancient war, Xuannv was killed, and Ziyu Nong was killed. I do n’t know how many strong men died. It is not easy to be lucky for the rest of his life.

Fang Bai couldn't deny this. If it wasn't for the generation's efforts, there would be no prosperity for later peoples, and he would not be able to live in this world.

Tian Xing and Tian Yue looked towards Fang Bai, nodded slightly, and agreed with Lan Canghai's statement.

Fuyu, Songgu and Jianmen looked at the same time. In any case, they were the people of Bashengmen, and they were once the masters.

Although the Eight Holy Gates have lost them, they really want to watch the Eight Holy Gates collapse, they can't do it!

While hesitating, Fang Bai looked up at the crowd in the distance, his eyes glowed with hope, waiting for him to make the final decision, which is related to the decision of life and death.

Looking back at the people behind me, my eyes are full of expectations. What kind of expectations is that?

Fang Bai suddenly thought about it, and the decay should make it a thing of the past!

Fang Bai will not deny the saints of ancient times, but will remember it in his heart and will always remember it!

But this is not the reason and qualification for the Eight Sacred Gates to fly up and down. They have long lost their hearts. The responsibility and dedication of ancient saints cannot be their pride over others!

Even if the ancient saints are still there, I don't want to see this scene!

The Eight Holy Gates must be destroyed!

Fang Bai cannot guarantee that the Temple of War will do better than the Eight Holy Gates in the future. If one day, the Temple of War becomes another Eight Holy Gates, there will naturally be another 'Fang Bai' coming out and destroying it!

"I can't promise you!"

Fang Bai shook his head and said, "The Eight Holy Gates must be destroyed, but they don't have to die!"

"I understand!"

Lan Canghai chuckled and murmured, "Thank you!"

boom!

The torrential weather rushed into the sky, and a sudden spit of blood sprayed out, falling in the air.

The elders of the Eighth Gate of Dignity, who have been barbaric for more than a thousand years, are now killed by themselves, and the crowd looks awkward. What is waiting for them?

Fantastic glances swept across the crowd, Fang Bai's heart was surging, the young disciple of Qingfeng Pavilion in the previous life, after going through difficult times in this life, finally came to this step.

Reckless stepping under his feet, and this is only the beginning, the road is confused, and proceed cautiously!

Unification is savage faster than expected, and the only people left are Zhan Tianzong and the Demons, but it's just a hand.

What really scared him were those quasi-saints, but he had confidence in himself.

At this step, he never looked back and experienced too many things. Fang Bai had already penetrated the human heart and humanity!

Let them go today, no one will remember him well, and once they find an opportunity, they will definitely give him a hard blow.

Therefore, it is imperative, and the only thing that can be done is to give them a way to live as much as possible.

Of course, the premise is that they don't kill themselves!

Looking through the human community on Zhao Xinghe, he said indifferently, "You can go."

"What?" Zhao Xinghe couldn't believe it, and couldn't believe Fang Bai would let him go.

Fang Bai said lightly: "I said, I won't kill you, and someone will come to take your life in the future."

Zhao Xinghe became a disciple of Huang Xun. His cultivation has been advancing by leaps and bounds, and now he is in the sixth place. He has devoted himself to practicing for more than 100 years. He is not Zhao Xinghe's opponent, let alone Wang Fuhua.

Therefore, Fang Bai wanted to keep Zhao Xinghe to stimulate Zhu Xi and Wang Fu to practice painting, leaving them to avenge himself in the future.

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"You will regret it!" Zhao Xinghe said coldly.

Fang Bai smiled, "If you don't leave again, the person you regret must be you."

Humph!

Zhao Xinghe snorted coldly, dare not say more, rushed out of the crowd, and turned away without looking at Huang Huang.

"Ugh!"

With a long sigh, Huang Yan looked lonely. Is this his disciple most valued?

"You all!"

Fang Bai looked at the crowd and said indifferently: "Many people present, we have never met in our lives, but you chose to be my enemy. Five years ago I gave you a chance, no treasure, no wonder others."

"Today, give you two ways, either hand over the soul to join the Temple of War, or die!"

"After a quarter of an hour, there is no surrender of the soul, kill without amnesty!"

The cold words reverberated in the crowd, and the nearly Wanhe Taoist state looked miserable. The opportunity that was missed was never returned, either to stay alive or to die!

Some people are difficult, some people don't seem to be difficult!

When the spirits floated up, Fang Bai looked back, but now he has no interest in these conditions, and leaves it to others to take responsibility.

Figures walked out of the crowd one by one, putting away the spirits, and the team of the War God Temple continued to grow.

It didn't take a moment, after half a quarter of an hour, there were less than a thousand people left in the nearly Wanhe realm, close together, looking coldly at Fang Bai, a strong and tragic killing intention spread in the sky.

"Looks like you have a choice." Fang Bai sighed, and he was really reluctant to kill these people. Compared with those who surrendered the spirits, these people were more tough-minded and had higher achievements in the future.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The rampant killing intentions spread, swept through, and the horrific warfare burned. Less than a thousand people were completely fearless in the face of the tens of thousands of states, among which there were six quasi-saints.

That tragic warfare was moving and reverent!

The more such people, the more dangerous they are, and they cannot be kept!

"Fight!"

Fang Bai waved his hands. These people deserve respect and deserve a decent death!

And some people don't think so, nobleness is more noble in the face of despicableness, and despicable is more despicable in the face of nobility!

Just as nobleness hates baseness, so does baseness hate nobility, and even more, hate it!

If it wasn't for their nobleness, how could that be?

The angry and angry crowd killed, the angry and desperate crowd killed madly.

Fighting together, the light was radiating, the blood sprayed, and the sky began a fierce battle.

Rumble!

The air wave burst fiercely, blasting in all directions, shocking, with the screams one after another, some people chose to explode!

The combined state of self-destruction was so fierce that it was razed to the ground for dozens of miles.

The Ba Shengmen on the ground is already in ruins, and it is even more unbearable at this moment. Fang Bai can't help but move!

And this is just the beginning.

Boom boom!

The roar kept ringing, and it was the powerful men who chose to blew themselves up. The screams and shouts were drowned in the earth-shattering roar.

Countless figures rushed out, screams spread throughout the Quartet, and everyone in the Temple of War had long receded.

Fang Bai opened his mouth, and then swallowed it again. This was not his choice, but his choice!

The fighting was terrible, but it didn't last long. Within a quarter of an hour, all were killed!

Looking at the battlefield again, the losses were heavy. There were more than 1,000 war dead, and how many were injured.

The Baqianhe Dao siege is less than a thousand Dao Dao. This casualty ratio is appalling!

Rumble!

At this time, the roar came, and ten towering towers scattered in the distance stood up, and the mid-air space continued to shrink, flying to the light rain and falling into the palm of his hand.

Put it away and return.

Looking at the Eight Holy Gates in ruins, Fang Bai was filled with emotion, and the Eight Holy Gates were finished!

What was once a behemoth is now a thing of the past.

Looking up into the distance, where the Eight Holy Gates are located, Qingye said that there were saints there, and Fang Bai believed that Qingye didn't lie, so he had to go and see.

But it is not now that the saints are alive or dead, there is no way to say, let alone those quasi-sages do not know when they will come, this place is not a place to stay long!

"Let's go!"

Finally, he took a look at Ba Shengmen, Fang Bai turned and left, and the crowd followed!