At the junction of the northern part of the land and the Turkic grassland, one of the most famous forbidden places in the northern part of the land, there is a space crack of more than 100 meters long in the depths of the ancient forest of Fengyuan. .

This space crack has been quite stable since its formation. It has not changed for more than a hundred years, but just one day ago, the space crack started to become unstable again, and it was faintly spreading outward. trend.

More than that, there are still a series of invisible small space cracks forming around, piled up layer after layer, counted as more than a hundred layers, dense and dense everywhere, forming a natural barrier, not to mention the Yuan Ying period, Don't even try to break out of it even during the transformation period.

And in the depths of the cracks in this space, in an ancient world of unknown level, a young man dressed in a green robe and a slightly dark complexion sits on an altar, pinching special magic tricks in his hand, all around the body. There is a very sharp sword qi faintly looming.

The sharp aura on this young man's body was so sharp that he couldn't look directly at him from a distance. He consciously had his eyes stabbed by countless fine needles, and tears couldn't help streaming down.

The young man sat on the stone platform, and in front of him there was a small pine tree with a height of half a foot in front of it, flowing with the innate Taoist rhyme and nine magnificent and chaotic atmospheres. At the top of the pine tree was a small small pine tower the size of a fist. When there was no wind, it sprinkled thickly. The atmosphere of the rules makes the surrounding area fall into a special mood, as if opening up a small world.

The young man under the tree was pinching the tactics in his hands, his face was full of indifferent expressions, only a breezy atmosphere of high spirits, but his appearance as a master of Dao did not last long, so he was caught A little girl with **** eyes and more than a dozen braids broke.

A six or seven-year-old smart little girl rushed over, a bear hugged and jumped onto the young man's body, like a koala, she couldn't pull it off anyway, and she kept laughing and rubbing her little head against the young man's head.

"Okay, leisurely, come down quickly, the master has to retreat!" Han Ming whispered helplessly.

"No, no!" The little girl shook her head vigorously, still grabbing Han Ming's neck, why didn't she let go.

Han Ming shook his head helplessly and smiled, with one move, he put the little **** his shoulder, got up gently, and tapped to the center of his eyebrows, forcing a dark golden blood to drip onto the little pine tower, and then immediately Lift your foot and walk away.

Han Ming can't remember how many years he has been in this mysterious ancient realm. Anyway, it must be more than a hundred years old. Finally, it is the last moment when the pine cone is spurred by the strange grains of spiritual sand. Next, the maturity time has been greatly reduced, and now it is about to mature after all!

At the same time, this extremely high-level small world of the ancient Xuantian realm has also come to the brink of collapse. Thinking back over a hundred years ago, this ancient Xuantian realm was still half the size of the north, but now except for this The desert with Xuantian pine trees in the film, other places crumbled into nothingness.

The dark green wooden sword obtained from the land of the meteorite was also completely shattered. The essence of the innate essence was absorbed by the Xuantian pine tree. Han Ming faintly felt that this pine tree not only could not afford the original origin extracted by the grinding disc. There is still a lot of surplus, and a certain mysterious and mysterious transformation has been completed by this.

Over the years, Han Ming first swallowed a multicolored patch of roots, and kept guarding this Xuantian small pine tree, cultivating under its protection. He didn't know whether it was the powerful medicinal effect of the multicolored patch of roots or the surrounding vitality. , Or other unknown abilities, his cultivation is completely rapid, as early as several decades in the middle of the advanced stage!

And now he is at the mid-to-mid level, but this is only superficial strength, Han Ming asked himself, if he was given enough metallic spiritual material, now he can compete with the original Tiansha Corpse Maple. At least in the flesh, it can even overwhelm the opponent!

As for the little guy on his shoulders, he was the heir of the little ice phoenix more than a hundred years ago. When the little ice phoenix died under the Heavenly Fiend Corpse Death spell, only this little egg was left.

This little guy also consumed a lot of valuable spiritual grass with him, and it was not easy to cook it. At any rate, he was a direct descendant of the third son of Tai Lun, and Han Ming asked himself that he still couldn't do that kind of thing.

Han Ming saw that the little egg was carried on his body and was nourished with spirit stones, but it was hatched after being raised. Han Ming originally thought it would be a little ice phoenix, but it turned out to be a half-demon, one with black gems. The little girl with the same eyes has a pair of small white wings on her back.

Since it hatched, Han Ming couldn't keep throwing it in the spirit beast bag. As a result, the little girl was very attached to him when she came out. In desperation, she had to spare time to teach her some words and a small amount of common sense.

He had promised little ice phoenix that he would take care of this little ice phoenix, so Han Ming thought about her and named her Kun Youran, and took the third disciple.

I thought it would be difficult to bring a little guy, but I didn't expect that this little guy would not cry or make trouble, just like to laugh, but it also made Han Ming's boring practice more interesting, making Han Ming faintly spoiled the little girl.

"Master, where are we going, continue patrolling the mountain!" The little girl clicked her big eyes and was very excited.

"Visit the mountain!" Han Ming nodded and continued to walk forward. Now the pine trees are about to mature.

The dark green wooden sword has been shattered, he has to go to the edge of this broken little world to probe it, and according to the records in the congenital refining tool, deduct the mature time of the Xuantian Pine Pagoda, and the specific moment of that opportunity!

Now Han Ming faintly speculates, and has some vague knowledge of the congenital device refining. He faintly feels that the refining of the congenital device is extremely extraordinary. The true essence is not the congenital spiritual root as a sacrificed product, it seems to be just Introduction, the real sacrifice is a world.

In other words, the real power of refining innate artifacts is the last stage of the imitation of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, rather than the previous innate spiritual roots. When a world collapses, it is at its strongest. The supreme rule, the great road bursts out, and this is the best time to refine the innate device to approach the origin of the world. At this time, the supreme rule of heaven and earth will emerge and can be copied!

Originally, this rule of heaven and earth should have been engraved by the Moshipan, but now the Moshipan has been abducted by the blood spider, and the congenital formation is resurrected, and the only beneficiary is the nine-story pine cone!

The true essence of refining innate artifacts will be the nine-layer pine cone to undertake!

These are the good fortunes of the nine-story pine cone, and Han Ming has been waiting for one of his own good fortunes over the years, that is, the legacy of the heavens and the earth before the collapse of the heavens and the earth.

Before a piece of the world collapses, there will be a return of light to give the final blessings to the creatures of this world, and the level of this ancient Xuantian realm is extremely high, and it is also extremely old, far stronger than the human world. If it completely collapses, it will be difficult for Grace Imagine.

Han Ming is waiting, waiting for the blessing of this world.

Han Ming originally thought that in order to inherit the legacy of the world, how to open the altar, burn incense and pray, and show his'decision' to the heavens. The result was beyond his expectation. The congenital device only showed that it would be good to keep the congenital device. Then the congenital device will not The vitality of the heaven and the earth will naturally give feedback.

This is simple. Han Ming saves trouble. He just walks around to see when the world collapses. When it collapses, it is when the nine-story pine tower matures, and it is also the moment when the grace of heaven and earth swept away!

Han Ming wandered around, and easily discovered that the world was on the verge of collapse. There were already many spatial cracks around. Looking into the distance, one could faintly see the space storm.

In more than ten years, everything should be over!

"Leisure, look over there, remember that place, over there is the place where you were born!" Han Ming pointed to a clearing in the distance, and said softly, that is not other places, it was the little ice phoenix that wasted his life back then. Help the little girl regain her life.

"Born? Didn't You Ran pop out of the egg!" the little girl said innocently~lightnovelpub.net~ You popped out of the egg, but the egg was born by your mother again! "Han Ming rubbed the head of the little girl, consciously let her have the right to know that arrogant little ice phoenix, a great mother enough for him to respect.

"What is that mother? Where is she?" The little girl asked suspiciously, sucking her finger.

"Without a mother, there would be no leisurely!" Han Ming's head is a little big. He has been patronizing cultivation for these years and neglected to discipline the three disciples, but she didn't know anything.

Han Ming planned to find a suitable ‘master’ for her after returning to the Ascended Star Sect, and take her to practice.

The little girl nodded without understanding, and then she put her arms around Han Ming's head again, and said with a smile: "The master also popped out of the egg? Who made the master's egg?"

Han Ming was startled when he heard the words, and wanted to shake his head to say that he didn't come out of an egg, but then he thought about it again. When he first practiced Three Corpses Jue, he did come out of an egg, but who made the egg? He doesn't know either!

As for the human body, the person who gave birth to him has passed away for hundreds of years. The Sri Lankan has passed away. He still vaguely remembers himself back then. The teenage baby dared to go out to find immortals. His parents must be extremely worried. With his mother’s temperament, I can't help but wipe my tears!

"Forget it, you can remember your mother in leisurely!" Han Ming carried the little girl and walked away, but the little girl couldn't help but glanced back, seeing countless numbers. The cracks in the space are slowly spreading.

It won’t be long before I think it’s going to be completely swallowed by space cracks, and the world here will collapse. Except for a few people, no one knows that there is a little ice phoenix that has lived from ancient times to the present, and is still dead. In the hands of a corpse of heaven, death was silent and silent!