Refining Heaven and Earth Chapter 1592: War Palace
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Back to the valley, Fang Bai quickly left the words of Zhong Buli on the night sky. In any case, the reconstruction of the Temple of War is imperative, and no one can stop it!
Since this is the case, why consider so much?
Assemble the crowd, marching eastward and heading straight to the old site of Wuxiangmen.
In the end, Tianque Palace is still Wuxiangmen, Fang Bai considered it for a long time, and finally decided to stay at Wuxiangmen.
The reason is very simple. Not to mention the power of the gods, it is not easy to find a power stronger than the non-phased door, which will facilitate the establishment of faith at that time.
More than a hundred years have passed, the former site of Wuxiangmen is still in ruins, and traces of the post-war can be seen.
The Wuxiangmen suddenly collapsed, and no one knows which force has been offended. Who dares to make the idea here?
That's good, it saves Fang Bai a lot of things.
Rebuilding the sect is easier said than done, but it's harder to do. Moreover, it is even more difficult to move in the direction of Fang Bai's plan.
Fortunately, this place is remote and belongs to the most easterly place in Lanzhou. There is no big power entrenched here.
Looking down on the earth, Fang Bai's eyes were firm, and he said loudly: "Everyone, do it!"
Nearly two hundred saints acted at the same time, how terrifying their prestige was. In just three days, they were renewed within a radius of thousands of miles, and there are no traces of war.
The widest place in the middle, with a radius of a hundred li, after which it is the center of the Temple of War, and it should be said that it is the center of the Temple of War.
To rebuild the sect, there are not enough people in front of you, and there must be disciples of the sect.
Recruiting disciples is not so easy. It takes time and effort to focus on training, and it is not useful in a short time. There must be some intermediate force. You can't ask the saints to do everything yourself.
Fang Bai put his attention on the Qingyu Sect. If he could bring the disciples under the Qingyu Sect, it would undoubtedly be much easier.
Of course, these people will be unreliable in the future, but it is also good to be a believer for Ying Muyu.
Thinking of this, I immediately arranged for Chen Yu to pick up some of the Qingyunmen saints.
In addition to this, there is another way to open the dojo to accept disciples!
Even in the wilderness, the saint’s opening of the dojo to accept disciples is a very important thing. The saint’s energy is more focused on improving the cultivation level, always preparing for the good luck to come, in case the chance of becoming a **** is in front of you, repair If you can't catch it for not enough, don't you have to regret your death?
Being able to listen to the preaching of a saint may not be a big deal for some big sects, but for some people with no background, it is simply a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
At this moment, the Hall of War is not so much accepting disciples as it is accepting believers, eclectic, and educated!
At this time, Fang Bai is like a **** stick, arranging the people to spread the preaching, and then take them back to the battle hall, as long as they are willing to come, he doesn't care about anything.
Everyone couldn't laugh or cry about this, and Tian Xing was even more speechless, "What do you want to do? It doesn't make any sense to do this."
"I know." Fang Bai undoubtedly said: "Just do as I said, and you will understand later."
Seeing Fang Bai insisted so much, what else could everyone say?
One after another, they scattered in all directions, and the saint himself came out to accept disciples. Isn’t that easy?
In an instant, all the saints left, and the rest looked at Fang Bai puzzledly, wondering what he wanted to do.
Fang Bai smiled, "Let’s find a shelter from the wind and rain!"
Speaking, the divine consciousness suddenly dispersed, and the sky and the earth suddenly moved together. Now how terrifying Fang Bai’s divine consciousness is, blocks of huge rocks are swept into the air by the divine consciousness and shot in the air.
The huge boulders in the sky flew horizontally, roared in all directions, and fell one after another. The simple stone houses stood on the open ground like this.
A glance at his masterpiece, Fang Bai couldn't help but curl his lips. It was ugly enough, so I'll talk about it later.
"Mother, let's go to rest first!"
Falling down into the void and looking at the ugly stone houses, Fang Bai's face blushed.
Everything is in order, and the remaining tasks are handed over to Ao Xiao, Shi Dousheng, and Zhu Jiuyin. They are the only three monster races left. The other monster races followed Fang Pengyuan and left, and now they don't know where they are.
Going out to recruit disciples as their monster clan is naturally inappropriate, so I simply stay here.
At present, it can only be so. Fang Bai doesn't want to pay attention to the next thing. With these three people guarding, there will be no problems.
After spending a few days with his mother, Fang Bai prepared to retreat again, hesitating to talk to Bai Qianxue, but finally gave up the idea.
I have said it clearly at the beginning, and there is no need to say more.
Return to the stone house, set up the formation, and immediately retreat.
The cultivation base does not represent the strength, but the cultivation base can block the possibility of further progress, such as becoming a god!
Even if Sage Yizhong has the ability to kill Saint Jiuzhong, when the opportunity to become a **** is in front of you, Saint Jiuzhong can seize it, but Saint Yizhong can't!
Fang Bai has a deep understanding of this, miss it once, and never miss it again!
Experiencing the fierce competition in Zhongzhou, he clearly realized what he had missed.
Although there is no regret in my heart, we cannot allow this to happen again!
So, he must improve his cultivation level as soon as possible.
The chaotic Qi swallows and spit out, wandering through the body quickly, refining it into True Qi and sending it to the Dantian, slowly increasing.
At the same time, spreading out around the former site of Wuxiangmen, suddenly many saints appeared, preaching at the altar.
This generation is boiling in an instant. Although the predecessor is strong, the low-level warriors still account for the vast majority. If you can meet the chance of a saint to preach, how can you not be crazy about it?
The news of the establishment of the battle hall spread at the same time, and the news of the disciples of the eclectic wide-ranging doormen also spread. The warriors who are struggling in the low-level are simply gospel.
The saint Fukuzawa is everywhere, and the reputation of the battle hall spread.
One year later, Chen Yu returned with the people. With the addition of the Three Realms of the Seven Thousand Questions of Qingyumen, the battle hall instantly expanded, and annexation was indeed the best way to expand.
More importantly, this is a good batch of coolies.
A large number of spiritual stones and resources were distributed, and these people immediately began to get busy. One after another, magnificent buildings rose from the ground and spread out in all directions with the stone house as the center.
How fast is the speed at which the seven thousand experts in the three realms do this kind of thing?
When Xiang Qi returned with the first batch of disciples, the magnificent building of the battle hall had spread for hundreds of miles.
Someone returned one after another, followed by batches of disciples, whose cultivation bases were terrible, but fortunately there were a lot of them, and the battle hall expanded rapidly.
Spring passes and autumn comes. In just five years, the building of the battle hall has spread thousands of miles away, and the number of disciples of the disciples has exceeded 200,000.
Of course, this is nothing to the real Dazong Sect. Fang Bai doesn’t know how many people are in the Thunder God Sect, but the followers of Ye Beimo are at least in the millions or even tens of millions. number.
There are only two hundred thousand in front of me, so what's the point?
But this is a beginning, a good start, and I believe it will continue to expand over time.
The battle hall has not stopped its expansion, let alone the expansion. There are saints preaching at the altar day and night, and the disciples of the disciples rejoice, and their cultivation is rising.
Fang Bai is still cultivating in the stone house, never stopping for a moment!
The Heavenly Star came once, and Fang Bai directly gave him the task of reconstruction. The angry Heavenly Star was dumbfounded and never came again.
Time wanders in the footsteps of the continuous expansion of the battle hall, day after day, year after year!
Unconsciously, it has been thirty years since the battle hall was established, and the disciples of the disciples have exceeded one million, and the scope has expanded beyond one hundred thousand miles, just like a giant.
On this day, Fang Bai opened his eyes, the light flashed, he sighed and got up, put away the formation, and walked out of the stone house.
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The eightfold peak of the saint!
Thirty years of painstaking cultivation, I don’t know how much Chaos Qi has been refined, and my cultivation has finally reached the eighth peak of the Saint. It’s difficult to go further!
Looking at the earth-shaking changes in the battle hall in front of him, a smile appeared at the corner of Fang Bai's mouth.
Someone from all over the battle hall noticed the sweep of divine consciousness, suddenly opened his eyes, smiled knowingly, and got up and galloped.