Fang Yun's body was motionless, but his divine thoughts were already in a strange world.

Heaven and earth were pitch black in all directions, like the void sinking, and all worlds were silent, and slowly, the void creatures under his feet, silver and black thin lines appeared around them, and slowly intertwined to form low trees, these low trees were arranged in a mysterious and wonderful way, intricately, as if forming a labyrinth.

At the same time, there seems to be a mirror directly above, reflecting the exact same thin silver-black lines and dense trees and jungles.

The upper and lower pairs of fierce tree remnants are completely symmetrical, Fang Yunshennian stepped on one, and the top of his head was one, and in the next moment, the two pairs of fierce tree remnants suddenly expanded!

The remnants of the fierce trees below are transformed into silver-black mountains, rivers, earth and hills, while the pictures of the fierce trees above are shrouded in the night sky and the stars are shining.

In the hundreds of millions of miles of territory and the sky, Fang Yun is as small as an ant.

Heaven and earth shook together, wisps of golden holy qi escaped from it, and in the blink of an eye, the golden holy qi turned into countless constantly flickering shadows.

Those golden shadows danced like gods and demons, filling the heavens and the earth.

Fang used all his strength to watch, but all the shadows were twisting and flickering at a very fast speed, and he couldn't see what it was, and every time he looked at it, he felt like a magnificent mountain rushed into his mind

However, after a breath, Fang Yun felt that there were already tens of thousands of mountains in his mind, connecting them into mountain ranges, suppressing the world, and trying to blow up his mind, and the continuous mountain ranges were constantly increasing and increasing, and they could crush his spiritual world at any time.

Fang Yun's mind did not fluctuate in the slightest, and he methodically controlled the Holy Qi in the Wen Palace to merge into the Divine Thoughts, opposing the invisible mountain range in his mind.

Fang Yun closed his eyes, was silent for a moment, and slowly opened his eyes at an extremely slow speed, revealing an extremely thin gap, between which the golden light flickered, and the holy qi was agitated.

At this point, Fang Yun could only see a very small number of golden phantoms in his eyes, but the flickering speed of each phantom slowed down.

Fang Yun glanced at the phantoms again, but there were many phantoms, and each of them was like a mountain and a world, incomparably strange and incomparably distant.

After a while, Fang Yun's gaze focused on a beam of phantoms, and the speed of the phantom distorting and flickering became slower and slower, until finally it was so slow that Fang Yun could clearly see all the subtle changes in this golden phantom.

Fang Yun stared at this phantom with an expressionless face, and after a full quarter of an hour, the phantom suddenly shook slightly, dissipating into heaven and earth, and at the same time, his eyes suddenly burst out with a pale golden light, and then a mountain peak in the invisible mountain range in his mind collapsed, turning into countless extremely fine tiny particles, merging into the Divine Thoughts and the Wen Palace.

A grand voice that seemed to be real and illusory sounded in Fang Yun's Wen Palace, like a giant hugging a mountain and hitting the earth, resonating in all directions.

Fang Yun's body shook and closed his eyes, and then a subtle luster appeared on the surface of his skin, and slowly disappeared.

Fang Yun obviously closed his eyes, but he saw a leaf that was very common in the tree world appeared in front of him, the leaf left the branch, slowly fell, and finally fell to the ground, dry, decayed, and melted into the soil.

It seems to be a very ordinary sight, a phenomenon that cannot be more ordinary.

Fang Yun somehow, showing a knowing smile, the body slowly stretched out his right hand, his thumb and index finger were lightly pinched, and the leaves of a tree above fell and landed between the two fingers.

Fang Yun smiled and slowly pinched the leaves.

One breath, two breaths, the green leaves did not change in the slightest.

After three breaths, the leaves that were originally full of life turned yellow in an instant, and then turned into fly ashes, and the wind blew gently and dissipated like smoke.

A beam of phantom, a leaf is born and dies.

Fang Yun opened his eyes, two identical pictures of the Murderous Tree continued to appear in his eyes, and Shen Nian once again searched for a golden phantom between the remnants of the Fierce Tree, and soon, Fang Yun stared at a bunch of phantoms.

In Fang Yun's eyes, the phantom slowly stopped flickering, and finally turned into a branch, there were seven leaves on the branch, and as time passed, the seven leaves withered and fell one after another, and when the last leaf fell, the golden phantom disappeared.

Next, Fang Yun continued to capture new shadows, almost every shadow related to fallen leaves and withering, as if repeating the process of a leaf-filled tree from peak to withering.

There seemed to be no difference in all the processes, but Fang Yun was as if he was enchanted, constantly looking for similar phantoms.

It's not just an illusion, it's the path of the Holy Path.

One thought is one world, one leaf is one world.

After a day and a night, Fang Yun's eyes began to flow black blood.

After two days and two nights, Fang Yun's sideburns turned white.

After three days and three nights, the moon in Fang Yun's eyes suddenly contracted, and the pattern woven by silver-black silk strands lost its attachment and collapsed violently.

The fierce and evil power of the moon tree kernel also suddenly withdrew into the kernel.

Fang Yun's eyes were replaced by pitch-black**, the eyeballs disappeared, the edges were smooth, but after a few breaths, there were granulations on the edges, which grew slowly, and finally formed new eyes.

At first glance, these eyes are no different from before, but if you look closely, you will find that these eyes are extremely white and black, as if the purest two colors in heaven and earth are fused together, obviously there is a difference between the abyss, but it is extremely harmonious.

Fang Yun blinked slightly, always feeling that the world in front of him was a little different, but he couldn't say what was different, and then he entered the Wen Palace.

Soon, Fang Yun's gaze fell on the bright moon.

The great Confucian talent is condensed into the moon.

A poem tripod appeared on Fang Yun's talent before, and now, there is still a poem tripod on the first round of bright moon on the left, but on the second bright moon next to it, there is a new three-legged and two-eared bronze tripod, the tripod body is mottled and ancient, and the vast ancient atmosphere is coming, compared with the first tripod, there is more gray atmosphere.

On the top of the second tripod, there is a very strange symbol, which seems to be painted like a word.

Fang Yun didn't recognize this symbol, and it didn't exist in the inheritance of Shuzun, but at a glance, he knew that the meaning of this character was close to the Chinese character "dry".

Looking at the Murder Tree Diagram, Fang Yun realized a kind of Holy Dao power related to the Fierce Tree in the Tree Realm, this power is very shallow, and it is only the most preliminary Holy Dao power, but after all, it has stepped into the category of the Holy Dao, and has surpassed the realm of the edge of the Holy Dao that the Great Confucian can reach.

"Decay!"

Fang Yun officially named this new power, and then tried to use it, and soon found that neither the war poems nor the words and swords could "directly" carry this power, because this was the real power of the Holy Dao, even if it was only the lowest level at the moment.

However, as a great Confucian, there is a power that can carry this level of holy power.

The country is the world!

Just because the family and the country are the prototype of the semi-saint literary world.

Fang Yun's mind moved, and in the Wen Palace, a perfect translucent ball appeared, and the surface of the ball was full of cracks.