The ignorant have nothing to fear!

Zheng Ming's comprehension of this sentence can be said to be more and more profound, but the meaning of this sentence that he understands now is not a compliment, but a derogatory!

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The appearance of this feeling made Zheng Ming feel a little more afraid of the Great Holy Lord of the Gu Fan clan.

Although he has now become a saint, he is really not a little worse than the great saint master of the ancient Vatican clan.

Using Pangu's hero card, he can let the Gufan clan lose the two great holy masters in a single breath, and in the same way, if the great saint master of the Gufan clan makes a move, and the object he targets is himself, then how much hope can he have to win?

One thought after another, a trace of solemnity flashed in Zheng Ming's eyes. Now, he only had two ways to go, either to kill the Great Holy Lord of the Ancient Fan Clan in advance, or to die at the hands of the Great Holy Lord of the Ancient Fan Clan.

Zheng Ming had just become a saint and had gained countless prestige points, how could he want to be buried in the hands of the Great Sage Lord of the Ancient Fan Clan?

With a slight flick of his fingers, a trace of cold color flashed in Zheng Ming's eyes. The proposal to counterattack Gu Fan did not get the consent of the four army lords and the God Emperor, and under their pleas, Zheng Ming seemed to have given up the plan to counterattack the Gu Fan clan, but in fact, how could Zheng Ming give up.

As soon as he thought about it, a clone flew out of his body, before attacking the Gufan clan, what Zheng Ming needed to do most was to explore what kind of situation the Gufan clan was now.

Zheng Ming, who had three thousand worlds, naturally had three thousand clones, so in a flash, that clone appeared outside the Tianyuan Divine City through the infinite avenue.

However, after Zheng Ming's doppelganger crossed the endless void of thousands of miles, Zheng Ming found that the surrounding avenues of heaven and earth were faintly beginning to show a sense of rejection towards him.

In particular, he used the Pangu True Spirit to control the thousand avenues forbidden by the Nine Divine Paths, and he showed an attitude like an enemy.

The Great Dao that is controlled by the Great Sage-level existence, for the Great Sages, controlling and commanding it is like a palm finger.

Now, he has not yet entered the realm of the ancient Fan clan, and he has shown such a situation, which makes Zheng Ming's eyes have a trace of haze.

Zheng Ming felt that there was definitely a lot of secret in this.

Zheng Ming, who didn't rush immediately, sat cross-legged on a stone, and he began to slowly analyze this kind of avenue rejection.

As a saint-level existence, Zheng Ming can know the things in the world in a single thought, and now he is divided, although he is only a clone, but he still quickly analyzes the results of the changes in the ancient Brahma world.

Turn things upside down!

The supreme powerhouse of the ancient Vatican clan is a means to turn the world upside down. This method turns the avenue that originally conformed to the movement of heaven and earth into a completely reversed avenue.

In doing so, everything began to reverse, but it did not affect the operation of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

For this kind of means, Zheng Ming can only say one word in his heart, and he really has no means in this regard.

After all, after turning the infinite avenue into reverse and turning the world upside down, everything in this piece of heaven and earth should be under the control of the ancient Van sage.

If he is destroyed, the great sage of the ancient Vatican clan will not be able to figure out everything, and he may be startled and lose his last chance.

In the flashing of thoughts, Zheng Ming directly patted the top of his head, and a wisp of distraction was cut out by Zheng Ming.

This distraction is a trace of pure spirit, even if it is shattered, it will not do much harm to Zheng Ming, who has become a saint.

And this wisp of distraction without any energy, in the world of the ancient Sanskrit clan, will not be detected by the reversed power of the Great Dao.

After converging this power into a faint black ball of light, Zheng Ming urged this divine sense to go in the direction of the Gufan clan.

Thousands of miles, thousands of miles, 100,000 miles......

As the endless dark space continued, Zheng Ming didn't know how long he had been gone, nor did he know where he had been.

The distraction was because he was afraid of being discovered by the Great Holy Lord of the Ancient Vatican who had reversed the Great Dao, so Zheng Ming did not inject the power of the Great Dao into it at all.

Not even the power of the Divine Forbidden was injected!

And he didn't know how long the road was, Zheng Ming felt that his slightest distraction was about to be shattered in the void.

Zheng Ming didn't cherish this distraction too much, but after such a long time, he finally returned in vain, and Zheng Ming was very unwilling.

But this kind of thing is no longer something that Zheng Ming can control, he is a great sage in the area within Tianyuan Divine City, but here, he is just a little distracted.

The ball of light became extremely dim, and even the last trace of energy was about to disappear, just when Zheng Ming sighed secretly in his heart and was about to give up, he suddenly felt that a trace of light appeared in front of him.

There is a bright light, and finally the light is seen.

Zheng Ming moved forward bravely, that is, in an instant, he had already rushed to the bright place, and what greeted his eyes was a world full of sunshine.

It's just that the heaven and earth here, the Great Dao Law is even more reversed than the place where he came, and it can even be said that the Great Dao Law here has completely made it difficult for him to absorb energy.

Three crimson suns shone on the sky, and under the illumination of this light, the ball of light formed by Zheng Ming's distraction was like a faint shadow.

Hmm, nothing, let alone people, not even the shadow of a small animal, Zheng Ming didn't see it.

He has become a saint, and he is not too unfamiliar with the method of soul snatching, and Zheng Ming does not care about means such as soul snatching.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour......

Zheng Ming's distraction power has almost been exhausted, but what can make him distracted still hasn't appeared, except for some numbers, even small animals such as snakes and rats, Zheng Ming hasn't encountered much.

What's wrong with this ancient world?

Just when Zheng Ming felt that he was going to give up, Zheng Ming's ears suddenly heard a burst of exclamation, and the moment he heard this exclamation, he quickly rushed in the direction of the exclamation.

What caught Zheng Ming's eyes was a young man with small cyan horns on his head, but at this moment, a hole the size of a fist had appeared in the young man's chest.

The source of the fist-sized hole is a branch, a branch that protrudes high and protrudes like a spear.

How the boy appeared here, Zheng Ming didn't know, but judging from the injury on the boy's chest, the boy should have hit the branch sadly.

The boy of the Gufan clan, and he was also a young man who was about to die, seeing all this, Zheng Ming's distraction was bright.

No matter what the origin of the young man in front of him is, now for Zheng Ming's distraction, he has a huge use value, as long as he integrates his distraction into the young man's body, he can let his distraction survive.

Only in this way can he better explore the secrets of the ancient Vatican clan, and even find the great holy lord who he only glanced at.

Zheng Ming, who made a decision in an instant, quickly integrated into the body. When occupying this body, Zheng Ming did not encounter any resistance, and it was obvious that the owner of this body had already died.

After consuming the last trace of strength of his spirit, Zheng Ming could be regarded as having finished repairing the body of this ancient Buddhist boy.

Feeling that this body was still a little inflexible, Zheng Ming struggled to sit up. He didn't know what the name of this ancient Buddhist boy was, and he didn't know why he was here.

All of this is not important to Zheng Ming, the important thing is that he must be familiar with this body now, and even more so, he must use this body to absorb power and feed his distractions.

Within the Tianyuan Divine City, Zheng Ming's body was extremely concerned about the body that was distracted, the body was ten times stronger than the body of the ordinary human race, and in terms of muscle strength, this seemingly thin young man was not weaker than a martial artist of the human race.

Moreover, Zheng Ming also felt that this young man did not practice any martial arts. In addition to these, what made Zheng Ming feel the most pleased were the two horns on the top of Gu Fan's head.

Zheng Ming didn't pay much attention to these two horns in the past, but at this time, he felt that this pair of horns was slowly absorbing power from the endless heaven and earth.

Although this kind of absorption is very slow, and even for Zheng Ming's ontology, this kind of absorption is simply pitiful, but for ordinary people, the power of this absorption can keep them from getting sick, and even make their cultivation go to the next level.

This should be the source of the power of the ancient Brahman.

The strength of the young man is too weak, and everything he knows should only be a rudimentary understanding of the ancient Brahma world. Zheng Ming's groaning body groaned for a moment, and then gently clicked on a world hero card.

Stabilizing the realm of a saint, or even getting closer to a higher level on a solid foundation, is the biggest thing Zheng Ming has done now.

And all this, the most effective way is naturally to retreat and cultivate, those drawn World Hero cards, although low-level, but the flow of time has a huge proportion of the real world, which is extremely suitable for retreat.

After finally glancing at his distraction that had entered the ancient Sanskrit world, Zheng Ming's body entered a world of eagle enlightenment, and the distraction that entered the ancient Sanskrit gained the greatest freedom.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I can be regarded as having found you!" Just as Zheng Ming was groaning, a voice sounded from a distance with anxiety!