Chapter 649 Selection (Congratulations to the lord of the cramp night)
Boom!
When Fang Xi finished speaking, the huge human face in the sky suddenly exploded.
Thunderbolts flickered, turned into arcs and fell, and there seemed to be phoenix seal script talismans shining among them.
The void in the secret realm fluctuated violently, and was torn open immediately, revealing holes.
That's a void crack!
Through the cracks in the void, you can see the blurred scenery of mountains, rivers and rivers!
Different from those big worlds, this small secret realm attached to the big world is weak in the void, and may be torn apart by Nascent Soul cultivators who master the magical powers of the void!
Not only that, the road to the big world is extremely short, and it is unlikely that there will be any void storm.
It can be said that it is a relatively safe way.
Of course, traveling in the Void depends on luck. Some mortals may be involved in it and be safe and sound, spanning countless miles and countless worlds... It is also possible that the monks who transform into gods and return to the Void will encounter void storms one after another, and die directly!
If so, it is also the only hope for the witch people to go out after so many years!
"This is... the outside world?!"
A great witch looked at the blurred figure in the gap in the void, suddenly screamed wildly, his whole body was wrapped in a layer of blue Xunfeng, and rushed into it.
Another moment, he disappeared.
"Can't go... What if this is a trap of the demon?"
In a certain city, a witch king shouted loudly.
His prestige is very high, and he immediately stopped the crowd who were about to move.
When Fang Xi saw this scene, she just smiled and let it go.
He just gave a choice. As for how to choose, it is still the business of the witch people themselves.
Fang Xi was looking at a void with great interest at this time.
Being proficient in ventilation and seal script, he could faintly feel the void fluctuations in that place, which was a sign that he was about to break through with the 'Boundary Breaking Talisman'.
But for some reason, there was still no cultivator of Huashen.
"The Primordial Demon Sect is a giant in the Mingworld, don't let me down..."
Fang Xi murmured, knowing that she was a bit of a bully.
When he was promoted to the early stage of God Transformation, he was not afraid of the God Transformation monks of the human race at all.
By now, even if the numbers come up in a row, it probably won't be enough to kill.
But at this time, the void fluctuated faintly, but no monk appeared, which surprised Fang Xi a little.
Before teleporting the altar.
A woman with picturesque eyebrows, wearing a white gauze, and bare feet bit her lips.
Behind her, there were also a group of Yuanying elders from the original demon sect, all of them keeping their eyes on each other with extremely solemn expressions.
At this moment, the Supreme Elder, the cultivator of Huashen... was in a trance.
It seems that many years ago, at the same time and place, I faced a choice.
If the choice was wrong at that time, perhaps the Supreme Elder of the original Demon Sect would have been the Son of God back then.
Compared with today's scene, how similar is it?
She stretched out her slender hand, pressed the center of her brow, and suddenly smiled: "Don't worry about it..."
"The Supreme Elder?"
A magic cultivator of the late Nascent Soul came out: "This secret realm is an important place for alchemy resources of my holy gate..."
The saint glanced at the man.
Among the primitive demon sects, probably only the great monks in the late Yuanying period dared to say a few words to her.
"You should also be aware of the kung fu practiced by this seat. This kind of spiritual awareness is not inaccurate... today is not suitable for martial arts."
The red lips of the saint are lightly parted.
"Isn't it suitable for... fighting skills today?!"
The Nascent Soul Great Cultivator's heart skipped a beat, but when he thought that the exercises practiced by the Supreme Elder did have such abilities, he couldn't help being suspicious.
The saintess didn't take it seriously, her eyes were smiling, as if through a void, directly meeting a pair of calm eyes.
"It's smart...maybe you know some divination techniques?"
Fang Xi stroked her chin thoughtfully, and waved towards the void.
Countless cyan light spots gathered and turned into the appearance of the Qinghe Sword of the fourth generation: "Sure enough, the lower realms can be promoted to become gods, and they are the pride of a generation!"
If this cultivator from the Primordial Demon Sect came, he would not be polite, and he had to reckon the past grievances.
But since the other party has become a coward, then forget it, he didn't suffer much anyway.
and…
Fang Xi came to the Ming Huanjie to practice the 'Taishang Beidou Siming Shenguang', so it was not very good to fight and fight every day.
Holding the Four Generations of Qinghe Sword in his hand, he smiled and slashed at will.
Thorn it!
A cyan sword light emerged, although it was only a dozen feet long, it directly cut through the void, revealing a void passage.
Seeing this scene, Fang Xi made a formula with both hands, and the four-color armor emerged from his body. It was the 'Myriad Demon Armor Secret Art' that he had re-cultivated!
This secret technique has already reached the level of the 'Four Sacred Beast Armors', and after replacing the blood essence of the crocodile dragon and the blood essence of the fifth-order black turtle with the essence blood of the little black turtle and the dragon, it has become extremely successful Going one step further, the defense power increases again.
At this moment, with a thought in his mind, colorful phoenix feathers appeared behind the armor.
Huge feathers form a pair of wings, and there are countless phoenix script scripts circulating at the ends. Obviously, the energy of the void is not trivial.
With a flap of wings, Fang Xi's figure entered the void passage and disappeared.
With his current defense and the power of the void, even if he sneaks into the fairy world through the void gap, he is very sure. Passing through this short void passage is naturally more calm and effortless.
…
Ming Huanjie.
A place with beautiful mountains and clear waters.
The void twists and turns into a channel.
Fang Xi's figure flew out of it, and he did a trick to smooth out the gap in the void.
Otherwise, if it is allowed to lie in the void, it will be a big killer even for the monk who formed the alchemy Nascent Soul...
"The aura of this world...is quite good."
His spiritual consciousness spread far and wide, and after sensing the aura environment of the Bright World, he couldn't help but secretly nodded.
This kind of world full of aura is only slightly worse than the human world in the peak period of ancient times.
No wonder the sects in this world have produced Huashen monks from generation to generation, and there are ascenders every hundreds of years!
"The most important thing now is to find a place full of aura to retreat... Shanhaizhu is only the last choice."
Fang Xi muttered to herself.
Although Shanhaizhu has experienced the upgrade of swallowing the vast sea realm, but the place is too big... the concentration of spiritual energy has dropped a bit, so it is not a good choice.
Even if a spiritual meridian is forcibly piled up with spiritual eyes, it still needs to satisfy the cultivation of the ancestor demon tree, the little black turtle, and Tai Sui... Fang Xi will be a bit crowded going there.
"Ming Huanjie is so big, there must be a fifth-order spiritual vein!"
He murmured, planning to find a cultivator first and ask about the situation.
…
Xianyuanfang City.
Fang Xi entered it, swept his consciousness, and chose a direction.
Not long after, they came to an antique attic.
The door of the attic is half closed, and the three characters of "Xiaoyulou" are written on the plaque.
"This fellow Taoist..."
Fang Xi just wanted to enter, when two boys came out: "Sorry...this building is closed today."
"Is it?"
He sneered, and said a few words through voice transmission with his spiritual sense.
Not long after, the gate of the Xiaoyu Building opened, and an old man with a childlike face and white hair greeted him respectfully: "This servant has no eyes, and neglects seniors. Please don't blame seniors..."
"The landlord?!"
The two boys were shocked.
You know, even if the owner of the square city, which meeting is not polite and respectful to the owner?
Those monks who came to visit the landlord had to follow the rules of the Xiaoyu Tower and perform enough etiquette before they could enter.
Why is it so this time?
Wait, what does the landlord who is already Yuanying Zhenjun call him?
The faces of the two boys turned pale, and they fell limply on the ground, urinating out of fear.
"No problem..."
Fang Xi naturally didn't care about it like a child, and followed the drizzle into the attic.
After walking past a screen, the sky and the earth suddenly widened!
A garden covering an area of at least 100 mu appeared in front of Fang Xi. There were flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted buildings, and dozens of attics. The buildings were connected by flying bridges, faintly forming a formation.
"Yes, you are still a formation mage?"
Fang Xi glanced at it, feeling a little interesting.
Moreover, the space here is obviously different from other places, and it has a taste of entering the mountains, seas and pearls.
This made him feel deeply that the Ming Huan Realm has indeed come to the forefront of the Human Realm and the Kyushu Realm in terms of refining void and cave-like treasures.
"Don't dare... I just know a little about formations. Thanks to the love of my colleagues, I hired a few times to make a living..."
Xiaoyu, the owner of the house, accompanied him carefully and thought hard, but he couldn't figure out that there was such a cultivator who transformed himself into a **** in Minghuan Realm.
"Exactly, this seat is also a formation master."
Fang Xi nodded, and followed Xiaoyu into an attic.
After the guests and hosts were seated, a puppet maid immediately stepped forward and offered a cup of fragrant tea.
Fang Xiyimu was not afraid of most poisons when he was in the Dharma Body. Now that he has achieved the Evergreen Physique, even the "Thousand Absolute Poison" that can poison the monks of Huashen is useless at all. He took a sip immediately and said with a smile: "Good tea ..."
"This Nine Treasures Fragrant Tea took a lot of thought from this old man, as long as senior likes it." Xiaoyu said with a smile.
"Well, I have something to ask you..."
Fang Xi put down the teacup and said casually.
"Even if you ask seniors, I will tell you everything, and I will never stop talking!" The owner of Xiaoyu immediately promised.
"Don't worry so much, it's just some common problems..." Fang Xi glanced at the Nascent Soul cultivator, and couldn't help smiling: "I never owe anyone, so I can give you a few words on the way of formation..."
Immediately, the two began to talk.
Fang Xi asked some common questions, and by the way, he also tested the master Xiaoyu's formation skills. He can only say that it is barely good, and it can be regarded as a fourth-level middle-grade series.
For many forces in this world, the Tier 4 formation master is already a talent that needs to be recruited vigorously, but for him, that's all.
Fang Xi casually dialed in a few words, which could make the landlord Xiao Yu feel suddenly enlightened, and the eyes that looked at Fang Xi at the end were full of gratitude...
(end of this chapter)