There are 3,000 Great Dao spells, and fate ranks first!

Throughout the entire immortal world, endless years, I don't know how many eras, how many powerful existences have been wiped out.

Except for Fang Han, the reincarnation of the instrument spirit, even if it was Fang Qingxue, what he got was just a small fatalistic technique.

Of course, this is just that, and it's relative.

I don't know how many ancient and powerful beings are full of thirst for this.

As far as the Creation Immortal King is concerned, he has a trace of fate.

With the supreme cultivation that he has cultivated by virtue of creation, he will inevitably be able to take a step beyond fate.

Of course, in reality, this is absolutely impossible.

Whether it's the Creation Immortal King, or a few other Immortal Kings.

Heart, after all, is a bit big.

Even if you have the strength to control everything, the Gate of Eternal Life will not be able to create a few guys who pose a great threat to you.

How can a little ant have the ability to defy the sky?

Creation and several other immortal kings, if they can rest assured of the current situation, it is estimated that there will be no problems.

However, neither they nor the situation can reassure them about the status quo.

Creation and other immortal kings, painstakingly for countless years, have not achieved the goal.

Wei Wuji wants to achieve it, even if it is not so easy.

Relatively speaking, Wei Wuji's advantage is too much.

The rest is nothing more than planning slowly.

After all, it is still the work of manpower.

"You!"

"I don't know what to say."

"Alright, you can go in by yourself."

"I hope you will be good at yourself and practice diligently."

An elder looked at Wei Wuji with deep meaning and regret.

The entry made something earth-shattering, and it was impossible for people not to pay attention to it.

Even though he knew that it was impossible to include Wei Wuji under his disciple, he couldn't help but look at Wei Wuji's entry assessment results curiously.

It's just that if you don't look at it, this look almost can't hold back the impulse in your heart.

No wonder it can alarm the boss!

It's a shame that no one teaches such a talent.

On the other hand, this is a good thing.

This kid's talent, if it's really so amazing.

I am afraid that the ability accumulated over thousands of years will be completely hollowed out in a short time.

The apprentices I met were too stupid, and the masters, naturally, would be depressed.

But if it's too good, it's still unspeakably depressed.

As a teacher, it is my job to teach students and solve their doubts.

It is undoubtedly quite embarrassing to have nothing to teach the apprentices.

Should this be called the trouble of happiness?

"I didn't expect such a change to happen."

The Feather Gate is hidden in the extreme depths of time and space, and the wind and white feather retreat place, a slight thought flickering.

The abnormal movement of the Emperor Mirror, as well as the situation after seeing Wei Wuji, made it difficult for his mind to calm down.

Although it will not be out of the customs because of this, it is also conscious.

For the situation outside, a thought is a matter of sweeping.

If it is an ordinary person, with the wind and white feather as the head of the supreme, he will naturally not worry about it.

But this person is involved in himself, and his heart is about to be a thousand years old.

The talent is so good again.

Although it was his own intention, if he really didn't ask, Yuhuamen was undoubtedly quite derelict in his duty.

"Since this matter is his choice, let's deal with it like this."

"Secretly pay attention, and when you are free, you can teach each of you some skills."

Feng Bai Yu's thoughts resounded in the hearts of the major elders.

In the indescribable surprise, even with the respect of the elder, he couldn't help but secretly ponder the identity of Wei Wuji.

Being able to sit in the supreme position of the head of the Feather Sect, Feng Bai Yu is naturally not a good person with a kind heart.

This time, he was extraordinarily tolerant of this disciple who dared to reject him in person.

Here, if you want to say that there is nothing boring, I guess the ghosts don't believe it.

"What you're saying is true?"

The voice of solitude and arrogance came from various closed stone doors.

Hearing the question, several disciples who were full of dissatisfaction suddenly became emotional.

In their words, Wei Wuji is an arrogant person who doesn't know what to do.

is even vicious, the first sinner in the ages.

If this person is not removed, it will be difficult for heaven and earth to be at peace.

The personal disciple of the head of the sect, this is the title that many people envy and their eyes are about to turn red.

easily got in front of this guy, and was actually pushed out lightly.

Why, you seem to be capable, right?

"Okay, I know about this matter, and after I get out of the customs, I will naturally deal with it."

There was a little impatience in the cold voice, and these disciples who came to report suddenly didn't dare to say a word.

A figure sat cross-legged in the darkness behind the stone door, raising its eyebrows slightly.

There were many untruths in those words, how could he not understand.

But what is said should be basically true.

borrowed their courage one hundred and eighty, and did not dare to make up nonsense to deceive themselves.

What's more, this matter also involves the boss.

Once tracked, the punishment is as simple as peeling off a layer of skin.

"Senior Sister Fang!"

Back at where she lived, Fang Qingxue met many respectful disciples along the way.

In the past, everything was normal, and Fang Qingxue naturally wouldn't care.

Although I don't care too much about it now, there are a lot of whispered discussions behind it.

"Although I can't keep a man here for a long time, you are from the Fang Mansion after all."

"Here, no matter how bold they are, they don't dare to be too presumptuous, and the rest of the matter will be solved by yourself."

After pointing out a place for Fang Han, Fang Qingxue said lightly.

This time, there is no doubt that Fang Han will be implicated.

Not to mention Fang Han, I'm afraid she herself will also be affected to a certain extent.

Herself, there was nothing to worry about.

The identity is there, and the strength is also clearly there.

It doesn't matter if it's weird, or if it's a face-to-face challenge.

Even though it is inevitable that a certain amount of pressure will be formed.

Fang Qingxue is not easy to bully after all.

The only thing that is not very reliable now is Fang Han.

In the face of the surrounding situation, with his current cultivation, there is no other way than to bear it silently.

Since he came out of the Fang Mansion, he had been explained by Wei Wuji.

Fang Qingxue had to ensure Fang Han's safety for a certain period of time no matter what.

His own place of residence was occupied by a man.

Although it is not the same place, it rests for 108,000 miles.

Fang Qingxue still couldn't help but feel a little more inexplicable.

Forget it, don't think about that.

In this cruel world of cultivation, cultivation is the standard by which everything is measured.

Wei Wuji, who entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, would not know what kind of huge storm he set off because of his refusal.

He had been thoroughly immersed in the collection of countless years in the Yuhua Gate Scripture Pavilion, and there were countless countless vast books.

Civilization is a process of continuous evolution.

The written record has undoubtedly made the evolution of civilization a huge step forward.

These books, which have been collected for many years, can be called a complete variety, and it can be said that there is everything.

Even if you don't use supernatural powers, it's just a normal reading speed.

Or while reading, while cleaning up the case.

The books in the Scripture Pavilion have also been read a lot.

Although I didn't find any earth-shattering ghost god super god inheritance.

In a certain aspect, Wei Wuji's harvest is also quite huge.

On this day, a figure stepped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Without the meaning of words, he looked at Wei Wuji with his eyes.

"Hua Tiandu?"

The moment they raised their eyes and looked at each other, Wei Wuji said with affirmation in his questions.

is not only the reincarnation of Hua Tianjun, but also the archenemy of the Gate of Eternal Life.

The eternal scheming of creation, the collection of disasters again and again, the collapse of the universe, and the unwillingness of countless living beings.

Created a tumor that could rival the Gate of Eternal Life.

Hua Tian didn't speak, just looked at Wei Wuji like this.

"I don't seem to have provoked you?"

This sounded like a very spineless show of weakness, but Wei Wuji didn't think so.

As for what outsiders think, it's something they don't need to worry about.

"Your business should be the first in the eternal history of the Yuhua Gate."

"Thought, it's time to come and see."

Hua Tiandu's eyes twitched, slightly contemplative.

The mentality of not caring about it is a little more concerned.

This person can be seen by the head of the house, and there is always something extraordinary about accepting disciples.

said a thousand ways and ten thousand, there is only one reason why Hua Tiandu came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to see Wei Wuji today.

The next head of the Feather Gate!

This location was undoubtedly in Huatiandu's bag before.

Until the appearance of Wei Wuji.

Reason told Hua Tiandu that there was no need for him to be so nervous outside.

The control of emotions is still difficult to escape after all.

"I've seen it now."

Hearing this, Hua Tian didn't speak, but just glanced at Wei Wuji deeply.

Stepping out of the Scripture Pavilion, the clenched fist hanging low in the sleeves of the robe also relaxed.

"In this way, it is a good choice to create some grinding for Huatiandu."

Silently paying attention to the thoughts of this place, he nodded slightly.

The situation in the door was naturally impossible for the high-ranking elders to be unclear.

Among the younger generation, Hua Tiandu is the best.

But it's too early to take on the feather gate.

The two unborn and emerging swords are each other's whetstones.

Whoever grinds the other out is the winner.

The picture of the jungle is full of blood, but it is an inevitable theme after all.

"Snake and mouse heart!"

Looking at Hua Tiandu's back, the faint evaluation seemed to come from his nose.

Picking up a classic book, Wei Wuji continued to do the great business of not hearing anything outside the window.

And the outside world, because Wei Wuji refused to take charge, the turmoil caused did not stop with the passage of time, on the contrary, it intensified.

Among them, the biggest catalyst may be that Fang Han lived in Fang Qingxue's yard.

Although Fang Qingxue has a cold temperament, she is not allowed to be approached.

When you start to move, there is a kind of back molars that can't help but be sour.

All of this can't stand Fang Qingxue's peerless appearance.

In fact, this is related to Wei Wuji, in the Feather Gate, almost becoming the target of everyone.

It is extremely normal for others to get the beauty that they can't get, and all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred.

When this sentiment coalesces on a large scale, some general trends change as a result.

The so-called black and white, when there is enough power, seems to be able to pry change.

Regarding the messy rumors inside the door, although Fang Qingxue stayed at home, she was also clear in her heart.

I didn't want to bother with these messy mundane things.

But there is a saying that the tree wants to be quiet, and the wind does not stop.

"Fang Han, if you are really capable, you will come out to fight me!"

The shouting head-on challenge passed in from outside the courtyard where Fang Qingxue lived.

Fang Qingxue raised her eyebrows, and the coldness between her eyebrows was even worse, as if she had entered the cold winter season.

Vaguely, he seemed to sense the oncoming cold wind, and his body shivered unconsciously.

The Feather Gate is an immortal gate, although it has not reversed the changes of the four seasons, and it is very different from the mundane land after all.

The temperature is balanced all year round, and it can be said that the four seasons are like spring.

This bone-piercing coldness undoubtedly has a source.

angered this Senior Sister Fang Qingxue, it seems that life will not be too easy.

A warm sun dissolves the chill all around, but there is no way out.

Fang Qingxue raised her eyebrows, this was a sign that she was going to kill someone.

Despite the restrictions of the door rules, these guys are a little too much after all.

If you don't kill a group of people, you won't be able to stop this unhealthy trend.

The stone door of the quiet room assigned to Fang Han slowly opened, and Fang Han stepped out with a slightly cold face.

"In addition to the Fang family's slaves, I am also a man!"

Although she didn't see Fang Qingxue, Fang Han believed that she would definitely be able to hear it.

With a hint of struggle, her eyes flashed, and Fang Qingxue still didn't say anything after all.

After all, the individual's path must be walked by the individual himself.

Now that you have embarked on the path of cultivation, this kind of thing has to happen sooner or later.

"Which of you is going to challenge me?"

Stepping out of Fang Qingxue's courtyard, a large group of Feather Sect disciples had already gathered.

This kind of excitement is really rare in the past.

"You are Fang Han?"

"It's a bit of a backbone!"

Looking Fang Han up and down, his mouth seemed to be saying words of praise, and in his eyes, he still looked down on him with deep disdain.

"If you come from a small place, you come from a small place after all, and you don't know ······"

A flash of lightning rose out of nowhere, and suddenly disappeared into the mouth that had been open for speaking.

Scarlet and blood-colored, like a fountain coming out of his mouth.

From time to time, it is accompanied by patches of distinct white objects.

The surrounding Feather Sect disciples couldn't help but twitch their cheeks.

This Senior Sister Fang Qingxue is really ruthless.

Silently, the hand is a mouthful of teeth.

Since you can't speak, what's the use of asking for this mouthful of teeth?

"Senior sister, why bother?"

A voice of thought illusion appeared in Fang Qingxue's quiet room.

There was no extra nonsense, and the purple thunder and lightning flashed in his eyes.

That will was completely worn out.

In the Feather Sect, the residence of a certain true disciple.

While his face turned slightly pale, the murderous intent in his eyes continued to skyrocket.

Lowered fists, clenched.

The nails are embedded in the palms of the hands, dripping with blood, and there is still no feeling.

A slight loss of thought, a moment of pain, may be a little unbearable.

Actually, it's nothing.

It's just a little bit of practice.

The reason why he really felt humiliated was Fang Qingxue's attitude.

Also as a personal disciple, Fang Qingxue didn't take him seriously at all.