Refining Heaven and Earth

There was a battle, and both defeats hurt, and recklessness fell into a dead silence!

In the four desolate and eight realms, except for the strong in the Western Regions, the rest of them can hardly see the trail of the strongest in the Tao, and they have also chosen to stay dormant and watch their changes!

The wild night is calm, and this is the calm before the storm. How many years can this calm last?

ten years? Thirty years? a hundred years?

One person rejoiced, and that was blood!

There is no longer any fear, wanton plundering and harvesting. Wherever I go, blood is permeated, bones are piled up, countless lives are forged, and the corpse mountains are irrigated with blood.

Blood meditation is rising rapidly, soaring towards the quasi-sanity!

At this point, no one paid attention to him, and recklessness seemed to become a **** territory, and countless lives became the source of strength for his cultivation!

And those who are high above, overlooking the crowd, Zhun Sheng are busy healing, they have a greater cause to complete, and rob the refining Tianding!

The merciless expression of the war was cold, the aura was rolled around, the pale complexion became ruddy, and his eyes opened with cold flashes, killing the sky!

Zhan Shou sat cross-legged, thousands of swordsmanships emerged from behind, dazzling golden light, like a sea of ​​swords, and he is the king of swords, and Wanjian surrenders!

Under the ground thousands of miles away, the place where the flames are surging, the space is extremely unstable, sometimes hissing sounds, and the sky seems to be ripped apart.

Suddenly two flashes of light flashed through the fire, Luo Xuan's figure slowly appeared, his face was full of doubts, and a little anxiety in his eyes, he murmured: "It seems to be increasingly unstable."

In ancient wars, Tianyuan mainland was beaten and split apart, and the recklessness encountered an unprecedented calamity. I do n’t know how many lives died in that calamity, no matter whether it was a demon or a human race.

The strong wind of God refining the stone to make up the sky, consolidating the barbarity, this has been the barbarity of peace for nearly 110,000 years.

The place where the island is floating, the source of the sky, the place where the wildness is torn, the space is extremely unstable. In recent years, the space has become increasingly unstable. Is it possible that the wildness will change?

Luo Xuan glanced around and closed his eyes again, as if none of this had happened and he was indifferent!

It was not only Luo Xuan who discovered the change, but also the change in space, and of course he had not escaped the eyes of Zhan Wushuang.

But they have no time to ignore them at this moment.

Zhan Wuruo, Luo Xuan is healing, and Zhan Wushuang is busy promoting Xiu Wei, Xiu Wei to the extreme, in order to win in the upcoming battle.

"Fang Bai, I hope to see you soon!" Zhan Wushuang murmured, as if missing an old friend who had not been seen for many years.

Western Region.

When the news of the Qinghuang War came, the Western Regions shook it, and Fang Bai showed such a powerful force, how can people not panic?

Looking at the recklessness, in addition to the Zhantianzong and the Demon Clan who gathered in the Western Regions, they have surrendered to Fangbai's War God Temple.

When will it be Western Region's turn?

The war asks Tianyan to be uneasy, and the demons are up and down!

As if waiting for the end of the end, the cloud of sorrow covered the entire Western Region.

As time goes by, the end is not coming, and no one is grateful for it, but it is getting more and more disturbed!

Because they know that sooner or later, it will be a matter of time.

Some people could not bear the torment of this fear, sneaked away from the Western Regions, and was so wild that they could always find a place to stay.

Zhan Tianzong and Yaozu did not wait for Fangbai to begin, and the interior had begun to disintegrate slowly.

At this time, in the sea far south of the cloudless desert, a floating island with a mansion in the center of the island is the only building on the island, Wushuangfu!

There are violent weather outbreaks from time to time in the house!

On a boulder on the west coastline of the remote island, a figure sat cross-legged, rising and setting sun, changing in spring and autumn, and sitting quietly for ten years.

Ten years of vicissitudes of life, the figure has been sitting here, like a statue, as if never moved.

I do not know when, a pale-haired old man came from afar, facing the setting sun, heading toward the boulder, the steps were not anxious, and each step seemed to merge with the heavens and the earth, and the whole person followed.

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The old man came to the boulder, as if tired, sat down and leaned back, looking up at the sunset, a smile appeared on the wrinkled face.

"Senior, it looks a lot better." The figure on the boulder spoke, and it was Fang Bai who had left Qinghuang for more than 11 years.

After leaving Qinghuang, Fang Bai headed south all the way and encountered this quiet isolated island, and chose to stay here to practice.

"It's fine." The old man is the old way.

Eleven years have passed, and the ancient road injuries have not recovered, and cultivation is a problem. After Fang Bai converted the vitality of the five practices of the 'Chaos Eight Greatness Method' into the ancient road, he found that it had lost its effect.

It means that he can no longer stop the passage of vitality of the ancient road, and he can only delay the passage of vitality unless he can resume cultivation as soon as possible.

Fang Bai was deeply guilty, but the old way was calm.

"Senior, if you find out one day that things are quite different from your imagination, will you regret it?" Fang Bai asked softly.

"Is regret useful?" Gu Dao lazily said, seemingly unwilling to entangle this issue. After thinking about it, he continued: "In fact, some things are not important at all, what is important is what you want to do."

Fang Bai opened his eyes, looking back, he could only see the stones reflected in the setting sun, but he could not see the ancient road leaning against the stones, "I don't understand!"

Gu Dao smiled and said, "Of course you don't understand. You have hate in your heart, how can you understand?"

Fang Bai wondered, "Didn't there hate in the seniors?"

"No!"

"Relentless?"

"Why does the old man hate him? It's just a poor man blinded by greed!"

poor guy?

Fang Bai laughed absurdly, looking at the wildness. Who dares to say that mercilessness is a poor man? It seems that no one dares to say that, and no one thinks it.

"According to my predecessors, shouldn't I hate it?"

"No!" Gu Dao shook his head and said, "You should hate, and you must have hate." It seemed that Fang Bai could not understand his words, and tried his best to climb towards the boulder.

Fang Bai didn't move, so he watched quietly, watching the barbaric first strongman climb like a normal person to a boulder less than three tall.

The sunset reflected the sweat on his forehead, and the old road finally climbed up, sitting in front of Fang Bai panting, and muttering, "I don't know how to help the old man."

"Don't the seniors do it?" Fang Bai smiled.

Gu Dao shook his head, "The flesh and blood body should have seven emotions and six desires, and there is no sorrow or joy. That is wood, so you should have hate. But the barren sky is high, the way of martial arts is remote, and the power of a lifetime cannot be reached. There are too many things you need to do. "

"Someday you will find that hate has no meaning, or that many things are not worth you to hate, there is no time to hate."

"By that time, naturally you won't have hate any more!"

After hearing this, Fang Bai was silent. The words of the ancient Tao are not difficult to understand. The question is how many people can do it?

Mood and sorrow are life, warriors are no exception, and sages are difficult to escape, otherwise, how can there be an ancient war?

"I can't do it!" Fang Bai shook his head and sighed, looking into the distance!

In past and present life, the experience has gone too far, some hatreds dissipate with the disappearance of enemies, and some hatreds cannot.

I missed too much in my life, and kept it in my heart all the year round, not easy to let go!

Perhaps because of this, the heart has changed greatly in recent years, attracting some strange eyes, even the people around them have misunderstood.

But Fang Bai doesn't care!

Gu Dao said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you can't do it. I also want to understand this time when I got hurt. I have a long life, and it's still empty."

It's empty!

The setting sun fell, the night gradually shrouded, and Fang Bai's eyes were firm. He didn't think it would be empty!