The next day, Su Li received a large number of black lotus stones from Ma De, which was needed for cultivation, and her residence was naturally changed, and she was transferred to a palace on the middle and upper floors of the mountain city.

Space is a simple use at the level of immortals.

This is the result of Bingfeng's communication with the Blazing Heaven, for now, Su Li's strength is beneficial to him, and only by defeating the White Devil can he talk about the future of the Red Ink Realm.

In the huge palace, Su Li quietly looked at the hills piled up with piles of black lotus stones, and his expression was relaxed for a moment.

With the support of the entire Ma Ying, the time to conceive the sword supernatural power was shortened by ninety, and it may not take a month for her to completely conceive the supernatural power.

The only regret is that her eighteen-grade lotus Taiwanese merchant lacks a six-grade lotus heart, and can only give birth to a twelve-grade divine sword.

This time, her cultivation was restored, and the connection of the Perfection Wheel was clearer, it seemed that she only stayed in one place, never moved, and her breath was so stable that it was not like being fused by the Five Elements Divine Thunder.

Thinking of this, Su Li sat cross-legged in the first pile of black lotus stones, slowly closed his eyes, and the entire hall fell silent.

And at this moment, far away in front of the gate of the Tianhe Holy Sect Mountain in the Qingshui Realm, the ripples of the mountain protection array rippled, and a slender figure appeared.

Fang Yuan's expression was calm, he was still wearing a black robe of loose cultivation, but his beard and hair had been trimmed, and he seemed to have regained some of his vitality.

"Big brother!!"

At the moment when he appeared, the herd who was in retreat in the Holy Son's Hall suddenly felt something, opened his eyes suddenly, and without saying a word, swept open the gate with his sleeves and walked towards the mountain gate.

In front of the mountain gate, Fang Yuan raised his head and swept over the top of the mountain that towered into the clouds, and the many palaces with ethereal fairy aura were about to pick up the steps.

Suddenly, an old gray-clothed servant with an old face sketched out in front of him and bowed down.

"Great Holy Son, you're back."

Fang Yuan's brows furrowed faintly, but he was not surprised, and nodded: "Ancestor sent you?" ”

The gray-clothed old servant narrowed his eyes with a smile, and arched his hand: "Great Holy Son Mingjian, the ancestor is invited." ”

Fang Yuan glanced at the familiar aura that was rapidly approaching, and said in a tone without any fluctuations:

"Let's go."

In the sky, Fang Mu's figure stopped abruptly, condensed in mid-air, staring at the empty mountain gate, as if the two figures he had just seen were just illusions.

"Uncle Chen?"

An idea hidden in the depths of Fang Muzhihai quietly came to the surface, "Perhaps... I mean, perhaps, you... Haven't come into contact with the real Tianhe Sect yet. ”

Fang Mu's eyes darkened and fell silent.

In the hidden place, in front of the neat and majestic stone hall, Fang Yuan raised his head and forgot to glance at the sky that had suddenly dimmed.

He had been here countless times, but he had only been here once since the Holy Spirit's blood plague, and this was the second time.

Following into the stone hall, a breath of vitality came to his face, familiar and rich, so rich that a layer of goosebumps rose behind Fang Yuan's back.

He used to love the breath of the place until he vaguely guessed the source of the vitality.

"Ever since Your Highness ran away from home, Ancestor has often asked about you."

The gray-clothed old servant led the way in front, turning back and smiling from time to time, and in the quiet passage, the greeting of the gray-clothed old servant was more like a terrifying spell, extremely eerie.

Fang Yuan chose to remain silent until he walked to the gate of the inner hall, and the gray-clothed old servant stopped on one side and lowered his head.

Fang Yuan glanced at him and stretched out his hand to push the door open a slight gap.

Whew-

The outrageously rich vitality leaked out of the cracks, almost suffocating him.

He held his breath and glanced at the gray-clothed old servant who was taking a deep breath silently, and without hesitation, he walked into the main hall and closed the door with his hand.

Bang –

The sound of collision echoed in the main hall, and countless black lines like blood vessels lit up as if frightened, reflecting the hall in blood red.

But soon, this blood red dimmed, and the hall fell back into darkness.

Fang Yuan followed his memory and walked into the center of the main hall, his gaze fell straight on the throne that was dark and blood-red, more like a coffin, and the intermittent sound came from the throne.

"Outside... Face... As......... You...... Play... Enough...... Finish? ”

Fang Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he bowed his head and said, "Meet the Ancestor!" Nowadays, there are several major changes in the general trend of the Qingshui world, and your persistence, Ancestor, may also change. ”

Click-

There was a clear cracking sound from the throne, and then Fang Yuan heard the voice of the Old Ancestor, which became much more coherent.

"What... What... Variation? ”

Fang Yuan's fists hidden in his sleeves were clenched, trying not to appear nervous, and said in a steady tone: "Someone has resisted the Death Palace, her name is Su Jiuzhou. She led the Rebel Sect to win the first place in Tianjiao and won the favor of Heaven; She made contact with the Red Ink Realm and suppressed the Destiny Palace with the Blazing Sky; She made the Twenty-Seven Great Holy Sects bow down and gather an army of monks! ”

Speaking of this, Fang Yuan's tone paused, and his voice raised slightly.

"I see hope!"

This time, there were more cracks in the throne, and there was silence for a long time before a voice came out.

"What... Wish? ”

Fang Yuan stretched out his hand and raised his eyebrows, a picture scroll phantom was pulled out, and then quickly condensed, this thing was the pseudo-treasure of the Tianhe Sect - Tianhe!

Tianhe, who did not show any spirituality in the outside world, in this special stone hall, was as if he had "lived", twisting unwillingly in Fang Yuan's hands, like a flat long snake, with a slippery feeling.

"Without your method, we can also move down the Life Palace, defeat the White Devil, and save the Qingshui Realm!"

Click! Click! Click!

As soon as the words fell, Fang Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw three hideous and huge cracks appear on the surface of the black throne, as if in the next moment, the throne was about to completely collapse.

"This seat has worked hard for this, planning for 10,000 years, do you want to give up?"

The voice in the throne was calm and coherent, and he didn't feel the slightest anger, but Fang Yuan was cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his lips began to white.

The power of the Emperor!

After the Reverse Sect saw the Blazing Sky, after angering the Ancestor, he could finally be sure at this moment that the Ancestor... It's also the Emperor?!

He Tianhe Sect is actually blessed by the Great Emperor!

No wonder, no wonder the Ancestor of Life has eroded the Three Holy Sects, but he has always been full of fear of the Tianhe Sect, and he has never even tempted.

Is this a tacit understanding between the existence of the two Great Emperors?

Since the ancestor is the Great Emperor, why didn't he stand up and fight against the White Devil with the Qingshui Palace?

At this moment, Fang Yuan thought a lot, pondered for a moment, and said under tremendous pressure: "It's not to give up, it's just one more way, isn't it good?" ”

"Hehehehehe......"

There was laughter from the throne, and in the hall, which was sometimes dim and sometimes blood-red, it was full of inexplicable meaning.

"Fang Yuan, why did you try so hard to help that person, and even had the guts to rush into this seat face to face?"

Fang Yuan's breath was suffocated, and he heard Old Ancestor continue: "Let me guess, although you are very affectionate, you are rarely emotional for outsiders

past, except for the chess piece a thousand years ago, Su Li; Reverse Zong Taishang, Su Kyushu? Maybe you haven't even realized that everything you are doing now has the shadow of Su Jiuzhou. ”

Fang Yuan's heart was shocked, and he opened his mouth to refute, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

He was really not impulsive, was it really because Su Jiuzhou had used some kind of means against him?

No!

No!

It's just because he sees a hope that he can take revenge without hurting the innocent!

"Ancestor."

Fang Yuan's tone was low, "What is the difference between what you are doing now and the White Devil?" ”

"Sacrifice the small self to fulfill the big self."

The cracks on the black throne slowly faded, "If you want to accomplish something, you have to pay a price. You... It's too naïve, maybe the fall of the rebel sect will make you sober up a lot. ”

"Ancestor!"

Fang Yuan's face changed suddenly, "What do you want to do?" ”

Two ghost fires lit up in the throne, with a little warning, "This seat is not idle enough to step on an ant, go down, return to your position, and come back to me when you think clearly, next time, this seat does not want to hear anything about the rebellion from your mouth." ”

Fang Yuan wanted to ask again, but his body was irrepressibly weakened, and it completely disappeared in a few breaths.

The hall returned to silence, and after a long time, the gray-clothed old servant opened the door and bowed in, bowed his head and asked softly: "Master, you said that he is the closest descendant of your descendants, why don't you tell him the truth?" ”

"The truth? What is the truth? ”

The gray-clothed old servant lowered his head, "For example, Su Jiuzhou is Su Li." ”

"Heh, the descendants of the undead really don't fall so easily, just like her mother......"

The old servant in gray leaned over and listened quietly, as if he had heard nothing.

……

The main hall of the Reverse Sect is still so simple and elegant, filled with the smell of soothing sandalwood.

Yan Ziye walked from outside the door, and at a glance saw Hua Yan sitting alone at the long table, staring at the void with empty eyes, stunned.

"Sister Hua?"

Yan Ziye walked over and sat down suspiciously, and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Hua Yan reluctantly smiled, "It's just that I'm a little uneasy, and I don't know what I'm worried about." ”

"You feel that way, too?"

Yan Ziye's expression was slightly agro, and his voice was subconsciously lowered, "I thought it was an illusion, but now that the Reverse Sect has the Blazing Heaven Ancestor in charge, and the whereabouts of Mr. have also been found, what danger can there be?" ”

"It's because it's unthinkable, that's why it's dangerous."

Hua Yan put away her smile, after the monk crossed the god transformation period, the sense of fate in the dark often affected the reality, she was about to find more people to verify her thoughts, but she saw Fang Yuan hurriedly walking into the main hall, her expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

"Rebel sect, there is a danger of destruction!"

Even Fang Yuan said that?!

Yan Ziye's eyes widened, in his mind, Fang Yuan was the most calm and cautious, and now he actually used the word "annihilation".

Hua Yan took a deep breath and regained her composure, "Where is Xie Tianxing now?" ”

In the Heavenly Star Secret Realm, Bai Su quickly received Xie Tianxing's news, and couldn't help frowning.

The high-level leaders of the Reverse Sect all have a premonition that a catastrophe is happening?

What is the White Devil planning?

His lurking motion is indeed unsettling.

After thinking about it again and again, Bai Su finally made up his mind and decided to perform astrology.