If someone stays out of the world, outside the world, they will find that the fantasy world is actually very small, like a pebble.

This pebble, covered in layers of dense fog, separates the fantasy world from the endless chaotic qi around it.

And this layer after layer of dense fog is the outside of the pass, the front line, and the battlefield of the two realms.

At this time, at the outermost part of the fog, and the area closest to chaos, there was a city.

This city is called Fengmang City, although the scale of the city is not large, the city wall is only 10,000 zhang high, but the material is very special.

Because, it is built of chaos stones, and the whole body is up and down, from the inside to the outside, all of which are composed of chaos stones.

The level of luxury can be seen.

At this moment, in the innermost part of Edge City, there is a stone chamber, which can be heard from the outside world, and someone is constantly roaring.

The person who roared was none other than Xie Fengmang, the lord of this city, and Fengmang City was named after his name.

"Wuqi, your name is Wuqi, very good, the deity remembers you, let you jump for two more days, and when the deity is out of the customs, you must be broken into thousands of pieces, before I vent the hatred in my heart. ”

Xie Fengman gritted his teeth, his face was distorted, sneering from time to time, roaring from time to time, and laughing from time to time.

In addition to his face, his body was the same, constantly twisting and deforming, flickering frequently, emitting a dazzling light.

This is his essence, compared to the doppelganger, his appearance is a little blurred, far less real than the doppelganger.

It seems that it is the main body that has fallen, and here it is just a clone.

Of course, this is impossible, and the virtual and the real are just external manifestations, which are not important in themselves, but the connotation is the key.

"What did you say? Say it again, were you talking about Wuqi just now?"

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the chamber, ethereal, as if it existed, and as if it didn't exist.

"Who?"

Xie Feng was startled, got up suddenly, and then hurriedly looked around, and between his eyes opening and closing, he could see hundreds of millions of miles in a radius.

However, after patrolling for a while, he never searched for the visitor, which made him frown.

But then, his eyebrows furrowed, and he grinned, revealing his red mouth and white teeth, "Void God? Who is it? Could it be that you are all here? ”

Xie Fengmang blew up two names to himself, as if he had guessed who it was, but he was a little unsure who it was.

After a long time, the ethereal voice sounded again, "What a mess, boy, don't guess, this seat is right in front of your eyes." ”

Swish!

The words fell, and in front of Xie Fengmang, a figure floated out of a suspended spear.

This figure is the image of a young man, with a dark face and armor, although he is smiling, he is not angry and arrogant.

This person is the god-killing spear, or the sky.

At this time, he was holding his hands behind his back and looking at Xie Fengmang with a downward gaze and a lofty attitude.

"Is that you?"

It wasn't until this moment that Xie Fengmang came to his senses, stared at Xingtian for a long time, and then suddenly laughed.

"Okay, okay, I have long guessed that this gun has a spear spirit, but I have never been able to find it, I never thought that you actually jumped out by yourself today, but it saved the deity a lot of trouble. ”

"Hahaha. ”

Hearing this, Xingtian laughed, he seemed to have heard the best joke in the world, and laughed for a while before he spoke: "Young man, you think too much, just rely on you, and you also want to refine this seat? ”

"Huh?"

Xie Fengmang was stunned for a moment, but then shook his head, "In these years, there are really a lot of people who are crazy about gains and losses, and it is not enough to have a no-rise, and now even a spear spirit dares to be arrogant in front of the deity, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead." ”

"Hehe, another myth, another myth, interesting, really interesting, so interesting, it seems that you have already eaten turtles at my brother's place, so I am relieved. ”

Xingtian smiled, glanced at Xie Fengmang, then swaggered, returned to the body, and disappeared.

After the phantom of Xingtian disappeared, Xie Fengmang took the god-killing spear into his hand, revealing a deep groan.

After pondering for a while, he smiled evilly, his fingers were a little empty, and a large amount of Gengjin Qi shot out from it.

These Gengjin gases were gases at first, and when they were abundant to a certain extent, they gradually condensed into liquids, forming a pool in which he and the god-killing spear were soaked.

This is a refining method, Xie Fengmang wants to penetrate the Gengjin Qi into it and completely destroy the Xingtian Yuan God.

Inside the godkiller spear, there is a world, and the scale of the world is not small, it is as big as several middle thousand worlds combined.

And at this moment, Xingtian's natal primordial god is in it.

In the face of Xie Fengmang's refining, he didn't care, because it didn't exist at all, and it was impossible.

As he said, even if the lord of the fantasy world comes, it may not be easy.

Because there is a realistic example there, this example is Juntian, the strength of Juntian is obvious to all.

However, it is such a person who has spent countless years in order to refine him, but he still has not finished it.

On the surface, he was an innate spirit treasure, but in fact, his origin was even more than the creation artifact, after all, he was the master of the world.

If you want to refine him, you must first refine his world, that is, the world of gods, and there is no other way.

At this moment, Xingtian was reminiscing, recalling what happened on the other side, and he only remembered that he struck a blow with anger and killed Juntian.

However, in the middle of the process, he suddenly lost consciousness, fell into chaos, lost consciousness, and when he woke up again, he had already appeared here.

The so-called each has its own cause, and each tastes its own fruit.

The reason for the lack of action is that the forced action is used to exponential avenue, resulting in the mana being cleared to zero, and the cultivation is completely lost.

However, he caused the flaw left by the condensation of Pangu's true body last time, causing the Yuan Shen to suffer a heavy blow.

Originally, these were trivial things, and they were not fatal, because Wuqi had already transferred the calamity on him.

Transferred to himself.

However, with the lack of robbery, all the past things were liquidated, and the previous disasters and small disasters all came to the door.

When he was in a daze, he was silently injured without the slightest precaution or warning.

This made Xingtian smile bitterly, he didn't expect that a joke in the past would really become a proverb.

Speaking of which, without the two of them, they can really be called difficult brothers.

Compared with Wuqi, Xingtian awakened later, and it has only been a few months since now.

Of course, his injuries are also lighter, and he doesn't have the same eyes as Wuqi, but he has only lost a lot of ranks.

Now he is equivalent to the existence of the three or four changes in the Dao realm, although he is not too weak, but compared to the beginning, he is also a heaven and a earth.

However, even so, it is not impossible for him to break away from Xie Fengman's control.

But he didn't want to, on the surface, Xie Fengmang was refining him, but in fact, he was recovering with the help of Xie Fengmang's hand.

At the same time, he has a deeper calculation.

That is, with the help of this catastrophe, completely restore the former glory, restore the name of the sky, and get rid of the identity of the god-killing spear.

Speaking of which, the identity of the god-killing spear is easy to misunderstand and embarrassing, and it is often regarded as a magic treasure.

Although it is indeed a magic weapon in itself, it is not an ordinary magic weapon, but the treasure master of the king of ten thousand treasures.

But in terms of grid, it still seems a little lower, and there is a suspicion of unworthiness.

The so-called lattice, to put it bluntly, is a rank.

This is a division above the celestial realm, which is divided into personality, godhead, holiness, celestial personality, and non-personality.

Here, the hierarchy is particularly strict, involving not only dignity, but also the right to speak.

For example, Min Tian, although his strength has reached the Heavenly Realm, he can be said to be extremely violent, but his rank is very low.

Therefore, Jun Tian will always be called a guinea pig, and Wen Tian, Ke Tian and others also shouted one experiment after another.

It can be seen from this that the importance of the grid, only the high grade of the grid, in order to have the same status, people dare not underestimate.

After planning the path he was going to take in the future, Xingtian took his mind back.

He plans to communicate with Wuqi to find out what state Wuqi is in now, and whether there are any difficulties that need him.

Next, he began to urge the Heavenly Gong to secretly communicate with the Divine Evil World, and if he couldn't get up, he naturally had no problem.

In this way, after a full and half a month, Xingtian finally calculated the coordinates of the Shensha World and guided a trace of qi.

That's right, it's a hint of gas.

He didn't need to mobilize the power of the gods at all, he only needed a wisp of qi, and Wuqi would automatically find him.

......

At this moment, Wuqi was approaching in one direction, and he wanted to leave the battlefield of the two realms and enter the depths of chaos.

Unlike the outer periphery of the Flood World, the Chaos Qi outside the Fantasy World was extremely thin, so thin that it was almost none.

He guessed that this was most likely the result of the existence of the Heavenly Emperor's level, and he made a move together to refine it.

And if he wants to completely regain his strength, he still needs to find a place where the chaos qi is relatively abundant.

These days, he stopped and stopped, searched everywhere, and finally deduced a place where the chaotic qi was more abundant.

And his trip is to rush there and establish a stronghold of his own first.

Along the way, there were battles everywhere, and he also saw countless battles, large and small.

Even, the larger one of them is infinitely comparable to the transcendent battle of the Flood Wilderness.

Of course, this kind of big battle is rare, and he has only been here once in the half month, and the rest are mostly carried out in the form of squads.

The so-called squad means that in the major cities, the monks form their own teams, no more than ten people, to perform various tasks.

Gather intelligence, spy on the enemy, decapitate the enemy, or harass the enemy's rear.

In short, there are all kinds of tasks, and these tasks are issued by the major cities, mainly the Heavenly Emperor City.

Of course, this form is not limited to the fantasy world, but also among the chaos clan.

On the way, there are often fierce collisions between squads and squads, and the weaker side ends in annihilation.

At this time, Wuqi found that these two teams were competing fiercely in front, and the momentum was very strong.

Originally, he didn't want to care about these things, and it had nothing to do with him whether he was fighting or dying, and he had an attitude of not helping each other.

But suddenly, he changed his mind again, because he found that among the two warring parties, there was an acquaintance.

(End of chapter)