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Fang Cheng looked at Darkwing Sichen and said resolutely, implying apologies: "Sichen, I am going to participate in the Guardian Assessment, and if we have a chance in the future, we will see you again." ”

Faintly, it is already a rejection.

Fang Cheng believed that Darkwing Sichen should be able to understand.

However, Fang Cheng overestimated Darkwing Sichen's little head, only to hear Darkwing Sichen's excited eyes glow, and said again and again:

"It is said that there are three stages in the Guardian Assessment, and tasks are assigned according to different combat powers! Celebrate your completion of the first stage of the mission in advance, and remember to come back and invite me to dinner!"

Darkwing Sichen clenched his little fist and jumped around excitedly.

It seems that it is she who is about to pass the phased mission and become a guardian.

"You ......"

Fang Cheng's face was black, completely speechless.

――

Middle-World City.

Many geniuses have praised Fang Cheng's fame.

They knew that the Holy Soul Fang Cheng was the strongest genius in Zhonghuan City, and there was no one.

Even the First Emperor was crushed and defeated by two knives, and he had no power to fight back.

The Emperor is still the first emperor.

After all, it was defeated by a Holy Spirit, and there is no doubt about the status of the first emperor of the light.

――

The thirty-eighth hanging peak.

Hong Ran stood on the top of the hanging peak in despair, his eyes glowing with blood red, full of resentment, and he roared wildly.

"Fang Cheng, why!"

The voice echoed above the hanging peak, obscured by a stream of thought.

Inside a manor house.

Qing Boze was sitting cross-legged in the garden of the mansion.

He was strongly included in the realm of kings, so he was naturally able to live in the manor mansion.

However, even if he first entered a new home and lived in a mansion manor, Qing Boze could not feel even the slightest happiness.

He, very sad, almost went against the current.

After five years of penance, he finally became a king, and he planned to make a splash, soar into the sky, and completely become famous in the city.

But the aftermath of the battle of the emperor was swept away from the platform!

Even Zhonghuantai didn't judge him at all? What does this prove? What does this prove?

It turns out that the gap is too big.

"Ahem. ”

Fang Cheng ...... O Holy Spirit!"

Qing Boze grabbed the Divine Treasure Dark Pillar on the side, took a deep breath, and continued to start his penance.

He believed that cultivation pays off for ascetics.

――

Darkwing Sichen swayed his wings and returned to his residence.

"Sichen is the best! Sichen is a little sun! Sichen, you must be able to!"

Darkwing Sichen stomped her feet and jumped up and down in the bungalow where she lived, and it was a long time before she sighed softly.

"Whew. ”

With her two small hands, she gently pressed her cheeks on both sides and rubbed them around.

"Why...... Why?"

In Darkwing Sichen's eyes, a bright light flashed:

"It must be because I'm too weak! King of Kings! King of Sichen! Come on, be included in the realm of kings, Fang Cheng will definitely agree to you!"

――

Inside the city.

Fang Cheng is famous and invincible.

The name of the most holy beings is like a blazing sun, shining in the sky and covering everything.

In the midst of the emotions of many geniuses who were dazed, in awe, jealous and envious, Fang Cheng left the thirty-ninth hanging peak and walked towards the center of Zhonghuan City.

"That's Fang Cheng, the most holy creature!" The two female geniuses stood near the thirty-nine hanging peaks, aiming at the white-clothed Fang Cheng.

They were curious, so let's see, what does Fang Cheng look like?

The dignity of a Most Holy Being can be said to be impossible to see for most living beings in the universe, because the Most Holy Living Being is too rare.

The Holy Spirit is far less than the Venerable Realm Lord.

A white-bearded and silver-eyed young man came from a distance, couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Fang Cheng's white-clothed back, and said to himself in disbelief:

"Why don't you change your place of residence?"

The emperor lives on the hanging peak, and the emperor condenses the law of aggregation architecture.

As for the Holy Spirit, he is qualified to have the legendary place of residence - Zhonghuanwei City.

Zhonghuan Micro City.

The Venerable Realm Lord personally took action to pinch and shape the miniature city suspended above Zhonghuan City, covering nearly one-tenth of the Zhonghuan City area.

Only in this way can one be worthy of the most holy beings.

The two female geniuses on the side shook their heads and sneered:

"It's just a place to live, how can it be so important?"

"Purely for the sake of vain fame and fortune, no wonder seventy years have passed, and it is still at the level of a demonic genius, hehe. ”

"You ......" The white-bearded and silver-eyed young man looked embarrassed and walked away quickly.

The two female geniuses shook their heads and sneered, then looked at the thirty-ninth hanging peak with longing and envy, which was filled with a sea of thunder and lightning.

The thirty-ninth hanging peak, the dwelling place of the Holy Spirit.

The two looked at each other and sighed.

"Perhaps...... Only a pure and pure girl like Darkwing Sichen can be worthy of the transcendent Holy Spirit and Your Excellency. ”

――

Central City.

"Guarding the castle. ”

Fang Cheng's eyes were full of caution.

In the distance, there is a huge castle made of silver light and golden gravel.

This castle is formed by the condensation of immeasurable light and the accumulation of infinite gravel.

The most amazing thing is that the immeasurable light swallows and shrinks, and the infinite sand and gravel slowly flow, but this castle is unharmed and maintains its form.

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes and stared above the castle gate—

Guardians.

The three big characters, like a reckless dragon, reveal the magnificence, at first glance, make people's hearts tremble, give birth to thousands of emotions.

I don't know why.

These three big characters seem to contain endless killing, blood, cruelty, darkness, despair, and mourning.

Fang Cheng was secretly surprised: "It should be the handiwork of some immortal existence." ”

After advancing to the Holy Being, Fang Cheng also had some understanding of the so-called Realm Lord Venerable's supernatural power.

The gap is still a world apart, no less than an abyss.

But at least.

In front of the Lower Realm Lord Venerable, Fang Cheng was barely able to resist the aftermath of the supernatural power, and he would not be directly crushed and annihilated by the might.

"If you ascend to the Holy Spirit, and then break through the celestial hierarchy...... There is no problem in sweeping through the celestial strata, but whether it can compete with the Realm Lord Venerable is still worth considering. ”

Fang Cheng said silently, and his heart became more and more eager to pursue strength.

Sooner or later, one day, with the knife in his hand, he will cut out a ray of self-esteem and a free life.

"Whew. ”

Fang Cheng let out a sigh and stepped into the Guardian Castle.

Above the reserve guardian is the guardian.

The worst defender also has the high-level combat power of the celestial body, as for how the guardian is graded, Fang Cheng is not clear for the time being.

――

Step into the castle.

Dark and deep.

It seems to have crossed infinite space and immeasurable distance.

The next moment-

The interior of the Guardian Castle appeared in front of Fang Cheng's eyes.

What greeted me was a white room.

In the middle of the room, there was a counter, and a man with pale hair and a dark black suit sat Yan Ning on the inside of the counter.

His face stiffened.

His gaze froze.

It's like a sculpture that has survived for an unknown number of years.

"Hmm. ”

Fang Cheng's gaze fell on him, and the white-haired man in black suddenly turned his gaze, as if he had changed from death to survival.

He stretched.

Ultimately.

The white-haired man in black looked at Fang Cheng: "First-level Guardian Assessment, please fill out the application form." ”