"The son-in-law is a human snake... In fact, there is another layer of meaning - the demon!"

Fang Yuan rode on the horse and read the statue he saw in the temple of the temple. His face showed a color of interest: "That is... in the hearts of people in this era, the goddess of the landlord is the ancestor of the human race. Beyond the demon family!"

Such a god, affecting nature is terrible.

Even, perhaps the strongest in this world!

"The Shang Dynasty is destined to fall, but the foundation of the rule of the past 500 years is still thick. Unless the son-in-law is personally shot, it is absolutely impossible to destroy in a short time..."

"But this is God's will!"

Fang Yuan is too aware of the limitations of Shinto.

Because it comes from faith and is integrated into the rules, it will definitely be affected by the higher heavens.

Once God wants to lose the destiny of the big business, the son-in-law will never protest, but will also push the waves, and even God will directly act on her hands.

"Unless the character of the ancient gods is achieved, there may be a little hope of resistance... Otherwise, this big business decline, the goddess landlord **** must be behind the scenes."

When I read the prince’s disk that I left, Fang Yuan could not help but sigh.

This person's temperament, chest, and even wisdom are enough to be qualified for the king. If he succeeds in succession, he will not be able to become another ZTE of the Shang Dynasty.

Unfortunately, God is like a knife!

"If I have just persuaded, and even used the means to show him the support of the throne, I am afraid that it will immediately provoke the murder of the body? This is God's will, that is, destiny, that is the general trend..."

Fang Yuan sighed for a long time.

"Lord, where are we going now?"

Blackbird rides a high-headed horse, two silver foxes on the left and right, squatting on his shoulders, looks like a silver-white collar, and the back of the Nie's palms sweat, holding the horse's mane firmly. I was afraid that I would give it down if I was not careful.

"Nature is going to the Western Zhou Kingdom!"

Fang Yuan’s trip to the northwest has long been fixed: “At this time, the world’s general trend, half in business, half in the Western Zhou Dynasty, naturally have a good look!”

As a passer-by, having memories of past lives is his great advantage to the ancient Chen.

Even the sage of Guchen can only vaguely feel that the world has changed greatly, and the big business will fall, but it is impossible to imagine what will happen.

But Fang Yuan is different!

With the impression of being preconceived, combined with the actual situation of the world, he immediately found the main context.

"Unfortunately... I don't have enough power in my hand! If you have an intelligence network all over the world, you can immediately pass on the letter and see if there is any **** tooth, Shen Gong Leopard..."

"And...the world is not too much to reject the dream power. It is time to try the new dreamer's method and restore it to..."

Fang Yuan’s horse ran wildly, and his thoughts turned sharply.

One day passed, Jin Wuxi sank and the moon rabbit climbed.

Blackbird and Gai Nie found a campsite by the stream, and they also caught birds and birds, set up pits and rabbits, and played a lot of game, as a dinner for three people and two foxes.

The two foxes hold the pheasant legs and eat it all. After the beard and the hair are finished, they are sitting on the moon plate, showing the yin and starting to condense the Yuehua cultivation.

"Seeing no, two foxes are working harder than you!"

The black swearer said: "Nie, there is a saying on the Lord, if your progress can not satisfy him, immediately smash out the division!"

"promise!"

Gai Nie sat on a piece of bluestone, sucking the moon, squatting in the air, and even the corners were condensed for a layer of hoarfrost.

However, he is also a tough temper. Even if the teeth are trembled, he still bites his lips and his lips are bleeding. I don’t know how long it has been in the past, but it is finally getting started, and I began to breathe in the moon and enter the realm of forgetting.

"Lord...you see, it’s all over the black and day, and it’s getting started!”

He was obedient to the inspected Fang Yuan.

"Well, you are still embarrassed to say that the progress of this method of refining is almost caught by a little devil who just started..." Fang Yuan squinted at him: "If you are overtaken by him one day, you know the consequences..."

"Reassured on the Lord!"

The black scorpion unconsciously fell into a chill, and quickly found another open space, sitting cross-legged and entering the state of cultivation.

For him, even the pain of practicing Taiyin Fa-rectification is completely better than the means of not being above.

Therefore, as soon as I heard this intimidation, I immediately followed the words and did not dare to violate.

"Well... it seems that this "Taiyin Fa-rectification" that I compiled is considered to be!"

Looking at the black scorpion and Gai Ni are entering the state, Fang Yuanmu exposed the light, observing the meridians and the power of the Taiyin in the two people, and nodded.

This practice is actually cultivated for the Yaozu. After being modified by his magic, it is impossible to practice for human beings. Of course, some sections cannot be too careless.

And Rao is such a rough practice, but also after the black scorpion has gone into flames several times, it is completely stereotyped.

"At this time, my "Taiyin Fa-rectification" can probably be cultivated to the point of the Jiuyi Lingshi... More will be powerless, unless you get more of the world's refining books, for my reference!"

To be honest, in the discussion, Fang Yuan also collected some rumors about the refiners.

Unfortunately, this group of people is too mysterious, and for more than five hundred years, it is very long for mortals, but it is only a few generations for practitioners. Therefore, the boundaries of the realm are very vague and confused. Flower gathering top, Wuqi Chaoyuan and so on.

After all, the real world is not a game. The realm of describing the classics is based on their own opinions. There is no unified conclusion, such as the most orthodox yin god, perhaps interpreting it as a pilgrimage to Kunwu.

Fang Yuan is too lazy to manage so much, directly named according to his own habits.

‘In this world, there are hundreds of philosophers, and the genres of the various genres are roughly the strength of the Jiuyi Lingshi and the Jiumai Wuzong. Perhaps there are one or two masters who can peep into the holy world! How the Yaozu still doesn't know, but in the Shinto, there is a power of the son-in-law, even above the ordinary true truth...’

Fang Yuan has a general understanding of the force of the ancient world.

"With my current ability, I can't go sideways. If I can restore the battle of Yujing, I am both in the same state of power, but it is almost the same."

Fang Yuan is also sitting cross-legged, thinking and connecting with real dreams.

The real dream of his time is broken and then rebuilt. He is recast with the pure dream of the demon world. Even if it is still chaotic, its solidity is no less than the past three or four.

"The way of the dream teacher, the dream power used at the beginning is too weak, the foundation is unstable, at this time I recast the foundation, just..."

After seeing the source of dreams, Fang Yuan has not been able to see the ordinary dream power.

It is a pity that with his current strength, he wants to refine the source of power, and it is simply a matter of idiots and dreams.

The long time of cultivation is only to make him constantly compress the dream power in the real dream, showing a rich dark silver, which is almost to be solidified.

"Does this substance, or permit it to be called Dream Crystal?"

When Fang Yuan saw his true dream, it was like a crystal casting hole.

"It’s a pity... so rich to the extreme dream power, compared to the source, it is the difference between rubble and pearl!"

The true source, a drop will last forever, can transform a world!

This point, even the purest dream Yuanjing, can't be done, it's just a different concept, not at all!

‘Source force, it seems to be a concept, perpetual motion, in general, can form a subordinate force radiation endlessly... With my current dream teacher, I can’t fully understand it! ’

Since he couldn't understand it, he wouldn't dare to let go of the restrictions on the body of the seal.

Otherwise, once the source force erupts, it will immediately affect the deity and all the avatars, hurting the true spirit from the root of the concept, and the horror is incomparable.

"For the sake of the present, we must first go to this purely dreamer's way, and then try to refine the source of power...just a standard, it's hard to say..."

At this time, after the purification, the path of the dreamer, what kind of power is there, how to make a beautiful road from the foundation, Fang Yuan is also unknown.

In the end, what kind of realm is going to meet the demand for refining and chemical power, and it is equally foggy.

However, there is always nothing wrong with practicing internal strength first and then seeking docking.

Fang Yuan’s thoughts are moving, and within the real dreams, many dream Yuan Jing gather quickly, and the carvings become the appearance of a sword!

Sword from the fire!

This sword just emerged, suddenly igniting the void, a blurred sword shadow fell, the entire blade body quickly and solid, like a fire jade.

"The original spirit of the eight-sword sword squad is still there, to restore nature and simplicity..."

Feeling the natural branding in the sword from the fire, Fang Yuan could not help but sigh. It seems that after this break, the original sword of fire was even more wonderful, and even made him vaguely think about the follow-up of the Eight-Dollar squad. .

"Unfortunately... I am not seeing this secret biography now. The dream division, the dream master, the dream actor, or just the use of the dream power, why is it too fine? Condensing the sword array is nothing more than a representative of cultivation..."

By now, Fang Yuan has seen through the illusion of the dreamer, pointing to the essence.

Although on the surface, it is still a dream division, but in fact, he can do it all in one mind, and even in a series of thoughts.

"The way of the dream teacher, in fact, there is only one thing... that is the creation! At this time, the name of the Eight-Dollar Swordsmanship can be changed. It is the embodiment of the sword-strike, interpretation of the creation, which can be called the creation of the sword array. !"

Fang Yuan’s eyes are bright.

At this point, the property bar changes dramatically:

"Name: Fang Yuan

Fine: 50 (100)

Gas: 50 (100)

God: 50 (100)

Occupation: Dream Master

Repaired as: virtual sacred (one heavy)

Skills: the real body of the witch (90%), the sword of the sword [one sword (100%)]

Expertise: Medical Skills [Level 3], Implantation [Level 6] (Full Level), Fire Eye Golden Eye [Level 2], Seal Body [Research Form]