Fang Ling nodded gently and said lightly: "Even if someone has reached that step, why are you doing this?"

Without Fang Ling's explanation, Han Fazun also understood this problem. He smiled with a self-deprecating smile and said, "It's actually pretty good to have such a look. Have you never heard of a saying that Tao has a shortage, and it's a way to make up for it? In fact, there are still many people in this world who are so pretty!"

"Today's battle, let's give up!"

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The vast snow shines brightly, making the earth full of silver into a world covered with silver.

In the quiet snow field, except for the occasional foraging animals jumping out and judging their heads, there is only endless silence. From time to time, there is snow that cannot stand the loneliness here. They voluntarily enter the hurricane's bag and migrate to the distance without direction. The hurricane will not stop, and clean the sky like a broom. The world seems to be integrated together, quiet and silent. If a person stands on this quiet snow field, he may die of depression in this empty environment.

Between the sun rise and the sunset, the snow field spends a day silently. Just as the animals in the snow field are about to welcome the arrival of night, a ray of light suddenly rises from the snow.

This light is as fierce as tomorrow, under the snow, it can burn people's eyes.

As the millstone-sized light shone for a few breaths, a man with a calm face appeared in the brilliant light.

Although the light had begun to weaken, the man was still like a god above the nine heavens under the illumination of this light. He looked down at all directions.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the light dissipated. The man looked at the thick snow under his feet that did not melt at all because of the light, and pondered for a moment. He said to himself: "This should be the Qianli Ice Field in the mouth of Elder Fang Shengtian."

"I don't know if there is still a teleportation array after the Qianli Ice Field. If there is no such thing as this, it will be troublesome!"

The person who spoke naturally came to the North Pole to look for the North Pole Yuanguang Water. At this time, nine days had passed since his battle with Han Fazun.

However, what impressed him the most that day was not the shocking attack he and Han Fazun had been preparing for a long time, but the channel that shook the world.

The passage belonging to Yan Shenzhou shines on the sky!

The passage belonging to Yan Shenzhou shines the sky, which shocked all monks.

In the entire Zhou Dynasty, the last one to reach this level was Ji Xuantu. After the Ji Xuantu channel was shining the sky, it pushed a small Zhou Dynasty to sweep the world and create the Zhou Dynasty today.

Fang Ling also got the answer from the great elder Fang Shengtian because of the reason why Ji Xuantu pushed Zhou to sweep the world.

Although the person who illuminates the sky has already connected the Tao patterns he has realized into a complete Tao, this Tao is not perfect.

For such a lacking Tao, people who have access to the heavenly world need to make up for it. After all, only by comprehending a complete Tao pattern can one truly enter the realm of the channel.

There are two ways to make up for this kind of compensation, one of which is naturally to go into seclusion and comprehend.

However, this method is very slow. It is a true snail method. Many people still find it difficult to achieve perfection after practicing for many years.

It is precisely this reason that more and more people are rushing to the second road. This road is the path of plunder.

With a Tao that is almost perfect, you can plunder the Tao patterns that are useful to you in the other party's Tao, thereby supplementing and perfecting your Tao.

This method is extremely fast, but Fang Shengtian couldn't tell why Ji Xuantu wanted to unify the Zhou Dynasty.

But this reason is no longer important. What is important is that Yan Chenzhou is likely to take the same path as Ji Xuantu back then. The higher the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul Ancestor, the more he will have to fight with him.

Although Yan Chenzhou's passageway has a strong realm of the sky, the Taoist pattern is the lifeblood of the Nascent Soul Ancestor. Who would like to give it to Yan Chenzhou for free?

What's more, it is not easy to swallow and merge the Taoist patterns that are forcibly plundered without erasing the original holder's spiritual sense.

These two irreconcilable contradictions almost all the Nascent Soul Ancestors in the world have to develop a hostility towards the person who shines the sky.

A kind of hostility that will determine life and death and never end.

Therefore, with the emergence of such a strange phenomenon as the tunnel, all the Nascent Soul Ancestors have begun to realize that a great disaster is coming.

If a person who is not able to deal with it well, in addition to the death of the Nascent Soul Ancestor, many sects that have been passed down for ten thousand years are also likely to be buried in the catastrophe.

Take the sect that held the Nine Heavens Yu Lei True Learning, their sect was extremely powerful in the Zhou Domain, but it was extremely regrettable to fall into the great catastrophe of Tongzhaotian.

It is precisely because of the great disaster that Han Fazun resolutely proposed to Fang Ling to stop the battle.

The people from Wanfa Hall left quickly, and with the order of Han Fazun, they left the Fang family thousands of miles away. There was no trace of Wanfa Hall disciples within the sphere of influence of all Fang families.

This situation has inspired many children of the Fang family. After all, over the years, they have been suppressed by Wanfa Hall, and there are envoys of Wanfa Hall in almost every city where the Fang family belongs.

Now, these messengers have been wiped out.

Many people were full of respect for Fang Ling who created this result, and many people even thought about this situation.

The conclusion they came to was that dignity was made. If Fang Ling had not killed Jiang Ming forcibly this time and fought against Han Fazun, they would not have been able to make Wanfatang give in any way.

However, just before they reached this conclusion, Fang Ling had already gone from the Fang family's teleportation array towards the North Pole.

This time he is going to find the Arctic Deep Space Ancestor and take the Arctic Yuanguang Water into his hands.

Originally, according to his intention, he wanted to go to the Tianxiayuan of Zongzhou first. After all, Zongzhou is closer to the Fang family, but Fang Shengtian told him that as Yan Shenzhou stepped on the way to shine on the sky, the Tianxiayuan should be in a state of preparation for war. Even if it is over, there is little hope.

So Fang Ling came to this vast snowy field north of the earth.

As the five most powerful people in the world, the Arctic Deep Space Ancestor is located in the Arctic Deep Space Island north of the vast snowfield.

But there are really not many people who know how to walk on Deep Sky Island.

The Fang family didn't know the specific route of Deep Sky Island, so when they arrived at this ice field, Fang Ling could only do three words: rely on himself.

Fang Ling's spiritual consciousness instantly enveloped a hundred miles of radius. Every move within a hundred miles instantly reflected into his spiritual consciousness.

Across a hundred miles, except for snow, there are animals hiding in caves, and as for humans, there is not a single one.

Fang Ling, who was a little disappointed, shook his head. Then he unfolded the demon-impering banner, and his whole person turned into a black light, and quickly galloped forward.

In the speeding spree, Fang Ling did not suppress his spiritual consciousness at all. The flying flowers and leaves within a radius of hundreds of miles were reflected in his spiritual consciousness.

Half an hour later, a hint of disappointment arose in Fang Ling's heart. He had already traveled thousands of miles. But he had not seen anyone, so naturally it was impossible to ask others how to go to Deep Sky Island.

Just as Fang Ling activated the Demon-Reward Banner to continue running forward, his spiritual sense finally came something that made him happy.

On a small hill ninety miles away, there are traces of movement. Not only are there people, but they are also practitioners.

If there are people who practice, they will naturally be able to ask for information about the ancestor of Deep Sky. In a state of great joy, Fang Ling shook the demon-control banner and his speed increased by 50%.

This hill is not too big. When Fang Ling came to this hill, two disciples from the ninth level of Qi training were fighting in full swing.

Around the platform, in addition to dozens of disciples watching the battle, there were also five foundation-building monks watching the duel between the two, while softly commenting on the gains and losses between the two.

However, just as they were talking, their faces changed drastically. Their condensed spiritual sense felt a overwhelming power.

This power is like the scorching sun in the sky, making it difficult for them to rise to the slightest resistance. Faced with this aura that makes them frightened, they don’t know how to express their inner fear at this time.

"Which senior is coming to my Xiaohan Mountain? Han Yuanzi of Xiaohan Mountain brings three hundred disciples of Xiaohan Mountain to pay homage to the senior." A fearful voice suddenly came from the back peak of the hill.

Along with this sound, a silver sword light rose from the back mountain and flew straight towards the platform.

When these monks saw the silver-white sword light, they all bowed and said, "Disciples and others, pay homage to the uncle and master."

The monk who was in the silver-white sword light had no time to pay attention to these disciples. He just waved his sleeves and stood respectfully under the cliff.

Han Yuanzi looks over forty years old, has the mid-stage Jindan cultivation, and he is dressed in snow-white clothes, and looks a bit romantic and suave.

However, at this moment, he was filled with uneasiness. From the momentum that soared into the sky just now, he had realized that the person coming was a Nascent Soul Ancestor.

Although he didn't know what happened to this ancestor when he came to their little Xiaohan Mountain, this was not a good thing for him. After all, he knew nothing about the temperament of the Nascent Soul Ancestor. If one of the poor responses may be the catastrophe of Xiaohan Mountain.

Small portals like them dare not oppose the Nascent Soul Ancestor.

What's more, even if the Nascent Soul Ancestor was in a bad mood and destroyed their Xiaohan Mountain, no one would say anything. Even the Bing Master they worshipped every year would not stand up for them.

After all, Master Ningbing will not be enemies with a monk of the same level for them.

"Are you the person with the highest cultivation level in Xiaohan Mountain?" A faint voice came from the void.

When Han Yuanzi finished his voice, he realized that what he came was a young man who looked over twenties, with no fluctuations on his peaceful face.

However, the black clouds under the man's feet made his heart tight. According to his past experience, monks who practiced this kind of black clouds were generally cruel and ruthless people.

Why is I so unlucky? When I meet such a difficult person, I really sit in my house behind closed doors and disaster comes from heaven. (To be continued...)

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