Refining Heaven and Earth Chapter 1102: Shenwang Pavilion

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Just as Fang Bai continued to refine the Great Wilds, Hong Huang sent another heavy news that Shenwang Pavilion was dispatched.

The turmoil in the prehistoric times, especially the existence of the Eight Desolation Divine Canon, with such a cruel technique, Shenwang Pavilion can no longer sit still.

As the sect founded by Shenwangwei, Shenwang Pavilion has always surpassed the prehistoric man with aloofness.

The first place to bear the brunt is the Yuji. In just a dozen years, Qingzhou has been turned upside down, and the people's hearts are panicked. Even other states are a little uneasy.

Especially those who have practiced the Eight Desolation Divine Canon, for fear that the end of the day will fall on them.

The appearance of the Shenwang Pavilion has undoubtedly relieved the people of the predecessors a lot. In the history of the prehistoric, the Shenwang Pavilion has never failed, even once!

The high-profile appearance of the Shenwang Pavilion, Honghuang instantly calmed down, for fear that if he accidentally offended the people of the Shenwang Pavilion, it would cause the disaster of destruction.

Yuji also followed the silence, and everyone in Honghuang was extremely jealous of this mysterious sect.

It’s not easy to find someone in the prehistoric land, but it’s even harder to find a seven-fold **** who deliberately hides!

I don't know if the Shenwang Pavilion is too arrogant or pedantic. What is the purpose of this?

Somewhere in Qingzhou, a crack was torn in the void, and two figures appeared out of thin air, one black and white, one old and one young, with arrogant expressions on their faces, and divine consciousness swept across the four directions.

After a while, the young man in white said lightly: "No."

The old man in black said solemnly: "Look again."

Such scenes continued to be staged in Qingzhou, and soon the whole Qingzhou was swept over by Divine Mind.

When the two reappeared, the young man in white said, "Why don't you go to Yuezhou."

"Good!"

The old man in black had no extra nonsense, and the two disappeared.

One month later, the void in Yuezhou was torn apart, and two figures, one black and one white, came out at the same time, and the spiritual thoughts spread out again and swept across.

After a long time, the white-clothed youth frowned and said, "It's better to ask Hunyuan Shenzong."

The black-clothed old man disdainfully said: "It's all hearsay things, I'm afraid they can't be true. Moreover, the old man Hunyuan Shenzong has heard that it seems to be a sect that was destroyed in Zhongzhou many years ago, about 110,000 years. Right?"

"Probably I fled to that small world back then, and now I am returning to the prehistoric times. It is reasonable to want to make a difference again."

The young man in white said: "It’s okay to see if you don’t have a hole in the air. It’s not a way to aimlessly, at least it has something to do with her."

The old man in black said lightly: "Okay!"

Today's Hunyuan Shenzong is prosperous, and I don't know what method Fenglixi used to win over many powerful people, and the number of gods has exceeded double digits.

Hearing the news of Shenwangge's appearance, Fenglixi realized that it was not good, and he hadn't known where to hide for a long time.

Unsurprisingly, the two of them rushed for nothing, their expressions getting more and more dissatisfied, and they didn't even think about where the problem was.

Yuezhou took the air again, and the two went straight to Lanzhou instead.

After the Temple of War unified Lanzhou, four empires were established, and there were no more sects, which opened up a precedent.

Without the division of sects, there are naturally fewer disputes, and occasionally there are some disputes, which dissipate invisible under the strong suppression of the empire.

Lanzhou is extremely peaceful today, and there are few battles.

Fang Bai, who is in the original place, pays attention to Lanzhou from time to time, and the wind is calm!

When the range of refining Chaos Qi expanded to 13 million miles, Fang Bai had to stop. The blood churning in his body told him that if he continued refining, he would have his life.

Fang Bai didn't want to try the matter of exploding and dying, and he couldn't find a way out of body training, so he had to temporarily run aground.

Fortunately, it does not affect the improvement of the cultivation level, and unknowingly marches towards the five-fold peak of the gods, the distance is not far.

The problem of body refining cannot be solved. For example, if the knuckle is in the throat, he does not vomit and feels unhappy, and Fang Bai has no intention to practice, so he simply left the original place.

As a last resort, I don't want to provoke the dragon clan, but I still think I should find another way out.

There are so many amazing people in Honghuang, can no one think of a way?

Returning to the Temple of War, Fang Bai immediately ordered that all the classics related to body refining should be sent to him, even if it was some classics without the slightest basis.

For the first time since the Temple of War unified Lanzhou, Fang Bai gave the order. The huge Temple of War became operational, and people continued to fly from all over the place, and various classics appeared in front of Fang Bai.

In just over a month, there were nearly 200,000 volumes, and Fang Bai was surprised.

According to legend, how many years ago, physical training was popular for a period of time, to put it bluntly, the human race envied the power of the monster race's flesh and came up with an ingenious way.

But the facts proved to be wrong, without a huge body, without a talent for blood, the peak of the saint is the limit!

Perhaps for many people, the peak of the saint is very satisfying, but who is not a person with great perseverance, who has suffered so much, how can he stop here willingly?

Of course, no one has taken that step in the prehistoric history. As the sword emperor said, the method is to rely on the blood of the monster race.

What's more, forcibly seizing the demon clan and re-cultivating, the effect is not ideal.

So, body-building gradually declined and disappeared in the historical long river.

Predecessors’ painstaking efforts, and the conclusions drawn throughout their lives, have become completely useless, and they are placed in front of Fang Bai at this moment.

Fang Bai swept through one by one, for fear of missing a tiny bit, Fang Bai gradually became a little impatient, and there was no information that was useful to him.

On the contrary, there are two body-refining methods that are very powerful. They should still be above the nine changes in the sky, but they can't become gods in the flesh and still have no meaning.

The spirit of the world spread out overwhelmingly, and the 200,000 volumes were overwhelmed in just three days. The best way is still the way the sword emperor said, Yaozu!

There is no retreat for refining and refining, and body refining is imperative. The only hope is the dragon!

I have paid so much to come to today. It is not easy. No matter what is in front, I will not shrink back!

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"Dragons!"

Fang Bai whispered, his eyes firm.

Get up and walk out, ready to arrange all the affairs of the Temple of War, and leave immediately.

At this moment, suddenly two majestic divine thoughts swept over unscrupulously, and even the divine thoughts showed a arrogant, sweeping trend of the world.

"So strong!"

Fang Bai frowned slightly, and no one except him in the Temple of War could have such a powerful spirit.

When the spiritual mind was about to disperse, two figures appeared out of nowhere, standing in the void, looking down.

One old and one young, one black and one white, looking down proudly, indifferently said: "Let Fang Bai come out to see me."

Fang Bai's face was solemn, and the two of them were both sevenfold gods. When did Honghuang appear to be such a strong man?

The visitor is unkind. Since I found this place, I can’t hide from it, so he slowly said: "Here is Fang Bai, I don’t know what the two of you have to order?"

"Huh?"

The young man in white was puzzled: "Are you Fang Bai?"

"Not bad!"

Fang Bai smiled and said: "It's right underneath."

Huh!

The white-clothed youth's complexion sank, and said coldly: "So, does the Eight Desolation Divine Code really come from your handwriting?"

Fang Bai was taken aback for a moment. He thought that the two might be coming for the Qingmu Ding and Qianjin Ding, but he didn't expect to be coming for the Eight Desolation Divine Canon. In that case, things would be much easier.

"The two of you misunderstood. The Eight Desolation Divine Code was created by Feng Lixi of the Hunyuan Divine Sect. Things that are known in the world have nothing to do with me. What's more, when the Eight Desolation Divine Code was spread, I was chased and killed. The small world, this is also something that is well known in the world, you can know it with a little inquiries, but you can't hide it from the two."

The young man in white clothes was very dissatisfied with this answer, and said coldly: "What if you are not in the land, there are too many ways to spread the news."

"Uh..."

Fang Bai smiled bitterly: "If you want to add a crime, there is nothing wrong with it. If you say that, you two will ask more about it."

"Huh?"

The cold light flashed in the eyes of the white-clothed youth, and he said coldly: "Good guts, do you know who we are?"

Fang Bai said indifferently: "No matter who the two are, I can't impose unnecessary charges on me. What's more, the two really want to win the championship, and they don't need these reasons at all."

Hahahaha!

The black-clothed old man laughed and said: "You think the old man is to win the top? If you really want to win the top, how can you be left out? Since you want to quibble, the old man will let you give up. Say, you have cultivated so far. How many years are there?"

Fang Bai frowned slightly. He hadn't counted this. At first, it was easy to say that when he was practicing, it is not uncommon for him to retreat for decades and hundreds of years.

"About two thousand years!" He also just knows a rough idea.

"Good!"

The black-clothed old man continued: "Since the Greenwood Cauldron is on you, you must be practicing the Eight Great Chaos Method, right?"

"Not bad!"

Fang Bai doesn't need to conceal this point. The people who came here showed that they knew a lot.

The black-clothed old man snorted coldly: "Since this is the case, what else do you have to quibble? The Eight Desolation God's Code is derived from the Chaos Eight-Max Method, and you can have such a cultivation in just two thousand years, it's not that you are behind the scenes. , Who will it be?"