The sun and the moon are flowing, and time flies, and I don’t know how many years have passed.

On the Oasis of Eternal Life, there is a mountain range called Xianyu, which is named because it looks like a pair of huge wings that are spread out.

There are many treasure lands in Lingshan in the mountains, which attracted a lot of monks. They came here to establish a sect and establish a mansion, and thus created a market for monks to communicate with, called Kaiyang Valley.

On this day, monks were commuting and making noises in the valley as usual, and there were loud talks and talks in many places.

The monks who come and go are definitely not only human races, but also tall and ugly demon races, monsters with demonic auras, spiritual roots that exude strong vitality, and all kinds of strange monks from hundreds of races.

Over the years, all races have already begun to merge and intertwin.

Although the human race is dissatisfied with other races coming to their territory, they will not fight to death when they meet without a huge conflict of interest. They are still peaceful on the surface.

...

Above the street, a young man in white was watching with interest.

It was Fang Junmei who had just left the customs and was not very high in the market. Fang Junmei restrained her breath to avoid attracting too much attention.

Although there are many monks in the market, there is no one acquaintance.

After a while, he entered a shop and found out all kinds of news. This was one of his good habits.

"The passage to the Heavenly Demon Holy Realm is wide open... I remember it's about 80,000 years."

The shopkeeper said.

Fang Jun nodded slightly and thought to himself.

After deciding on the ten thousand years he spent in the poisonous world and the ten thousand years he spent walking in the misty oasis, he has practiced for about 60,000 years in total.

If it were not for the help of the big and small Zhoutian sword pattern, it took about 180,000 years to reach the middle stage of the Supreme Man.

It takes five times more time to reach the late stage of the Zhiren...that is, nine hundred thousand years?

Thinking of this, I smile bitterly!

Fortunately, there are no big or small Zhou sword patterns!

"The more you go, the more terrifying the time you need. The huge gap in magic power can kill people! It was so lucky that I had successfully planned to plot against Huangfusheng and his wife back then!"

And after such a long time, I don’t know how many times it has changed.

There is no time to cultivate the truth, it is true.

...

After asking about time, I asked about all kinds of important things.

This shopkeeper has the middle stage of the Ancestral Orb, and is not very high. He may have never left the Oasis of Eternal Life, but he knows a little about the exchanges at the Ancestral Orb level.

It's nothing more than a fight.

It's nothing more than catching treasures.

It's nothing more than a battle after the secret realm is opened.

Fang Junmei combed it one by one, but found that it had nothing to do with him and no longer cared about it.

...

"Do you know, where is the right place to understand the way of space?"

Fang Junmei asked again.

"Senior asked the right person!"

The shopkeeper slapped his thigh and said, and he could already notice the unfathomable breath of Fang Jun's eyebrows.

"In the extreme west of our Oasis of Eternal Life, there is a place called the ancient sand sea, which is said to be a legacy after the ancient war. The world there is very chaotic and the space is surging. Many monks like to go there to understand the way of space."

After saying that, he immediately added: "But I heard that few of them succeeded, but many of them died. Although the seniors are so smart, they must be careful."

Fang Junmei nodded slightly, asked him for a detailed map jade slip, and then asked: "Is there any auction conference going to be started recently?"

"I haven't heard of this."

It makes no sense!

The protagonists in other books have auctions wherever they go. The auction time is just like their whereabouts, so just wait for them to come!

Fang Jun scratched his scalp and muttered in his heart.

The shopkeeper said: "Although there is an auction event once every ten thousand years in our Xianyu Mountain, most of the things we auction are no longer suitable for seniors. Seniors are afraid they will go to those more prosperous oasis to search."

Fang Junmei nodded again.

After inquiring about other news, I left a piece of fairy jade, and said goodbye and left.

After leaving the door, without delay, step out of the sky and fly straight to the direction of the ancient sand sea.

...

Along the way, there was a speed of lightning.

I didn't stop for much on the road, but it took me five or six years to arrive at the ancient sand sea.

...

I saw that dim world from afar.

The wind and sand seemed to blow beyond the sky, so high that it was out of reach of the naked eye, and so thick that it was extremely thick, like the fog of yellow sand, rolling violently.

Get closer, the feeling of turbulence in the space comes.

Fang Junmei's spiritual sense was swept away carefully.

It was strange that things like space appeared in the depths of the yellow sand fog. They did not heal, as if there was some power hidden in the flying yellow sand that made them unable to heal.

The earth below is divided into pieces, crisscrossing huge cracks, and is also densely covered with space cracks. When the spiritual consciousness goes there, it is swallowed.

At first glance, no one else could be seen.

...

Fang Jun's eyebrows and eyes flashed, and he continued to move forward, feeling the power of the turbulent space.

After confirming that I could hold it, I finally plunged into the fog of yellow sand and felt the abnormality of the space.

...

The way to space is so difficult.

But in Fang Jun's eyes, who had understood the first five levels of space, were just invisible fish in space, playing naughtyly.

Or twisting around.

Or it appears and disappears.

...

Fang Jun observed and thought like lightning.

From these representations, what exactly does it mean to be the essence of space?

...

The white figure walks alone in the wind and sand world.

Day by day, month by month.

The space path contained in this ancient sand sea is approximately equivalent to the chaotic mountains of the Southern Holy Land. It seems that there is no way to have space phase, let alone give Fang Junmei more inspiration.

The feeling of disappointment gradually arises in my heart.

...

Boom--

On this day, while walking and searching, a huge rumbling sound suddenly came from the depths of the yellow sand in front of him, as if someone was fighting.

Fang Jun's eyes flashed, his figure fixed, and he explored his spiritual sense in the direction he was hit.

Along the way, there are still space cracks everywhere, and the wind of space blows from it. The spiritual consciousness needs to change its direction from time to time and pay attention to avoiding it.

After reaching for more than 60 miles, I finally saw the sound.

...

In the fog of yellow sand all over the sky, a monk who looked like an old man was practicing magical powers.

He looks like he is sixty or seventy years old, with white beard and white hair, but he is very strong, with big arms and round waist, naked upper body, muscle lumps all over his body, and looks like a tiger.

The broad face is wide and the nose is full of red light. Although it does not have the edges and corners, it has the heavy temperament of the earth. In the eyes, the gray space is filled with smoke.

As for the realm, like Fang Junmei, it is also in the middle stage of the supreme state.

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Chapter completed!