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Fang Yun smiled and hugged Yao Qianqian's plump and slender figure tightly, one hand caressing her long silky hair, the other hand wrapped around her slender waist, and her cheeks gently leaned against the slender jade neck like clotted white jade, and her nose was full of intoxicating fragrance.

Since the battle of the Demon Cliff, Fang Yun watched Wang Xiaotian's death, and the death of the beautiful woman Xiang Xiaoyu has become a knot in his heart that he has not been able to untie for more than ten years.

Physical contact with close people can give people great comfort, and the comfort from Yao Qianqian is what Fang Yun urgently needs.

At this moment, Fang Yun felt that his state of mind had gained a certain kind of calm.

The change and sublimation of the state of mind is extremely important to the cultivation of living beings, and many times, when the cultivation of a certain living being falls into a bottleneck, a small change in the state of mind is very likely to bring about an epiphany, which also plays a vital role in ordinary cultivation.

Yao Qianqian also responded to Fang Yun with his delicate body, his jade fingers caressed Fang Yun's shoulder, the battle of the Absolute Demon Cliff, the Chosen Son appeared, causing a sensation in the present world and shocking the gods, Yao Qianqian also heard about it.

The Yao Divine Clan is the declining Zhongzhou Divine Clan, and there is a big problem with the bloodline inheritance, they have created such an immortal genius as Yao Qianqian, and the hope of the clan is placed on Yao Qianqian.

Born in the Protoss, with the hope of the Yao Protoss, she is delicate and arrogant, clever and intelligent, kind and innocent by nature, and has a unique vision, she met Fang Yun in the test of the Tianxuan Holy Academy, and when even Chu Yue'er was not optimistic about Fang Yun, she firmly followed Fang Yun's side, how could such a girl not be loved.

"Ahem......"

An ancient god of the Yao God Clan coughed lightly, his pale hair and withered face, but the faint aura exuding from his body should not be underestimated.

Fang Yun smiled a little awkwardly and let go of Yao Qianqian, her beautiful face was full of a charming blush, which was very shy.

"This time it's your wish. ”

The old man of the Yao God Clan said, in the ancestral land of the Yao God Clan, Yao Qianqian was reluctant to leave the ancestral land and go to find Fang Yun, and now he got his wish.

He instructed Yao Qianqian a few words, and then he was about to enter the ruins of the Divine Court, he was the oldest god of the Yao Divine Clan, his cultivation was in a shackle, and he couldn't break through, so he wanted to go to the ruins of the Divine Court to find an opportunity to break through the shackles.

He is an ancient god who came from the ancient era, after the catastrophe of the ancient era, he has set foot in the forbidden land of the present world, and he is extremely aware of the danger of the ruins of the Divine Court, this time he must enter the depths of the ruins of the Divine Court, in order to have the opportunity to find an opportunity and break through the shackles, of course, it is also extremely dangerous, and it is very likely to fall into the ruins of the Divine Court.

The old man glanced at Fang Yun deeply, there was no deep meaning, Yao Qianqian had a constant connection with the Chosen Son predicted by the ancient stone tablet, and he couldn't foresee whether it was good or bad.

The Chosen Son's destiny is destiny, needless to say, it is naturally extraordinary, but he stands on the opposite side of the gods, whether he will be a blockbuster, as predicted by the ancient stone tablets, seal the gods, set up demons, or die halfway, no one can predict.

For the Yao God Clan, it is tantamount to a gamble, if you win, the Yao God Clan will regain its glory, and if you lose, it will be a catastrophe, and he is not willing to hand over the fate of the Yao God Clan to the Chosen Son, but fate is so, what can be done about it.

He exuded a purple-gold divine light, turned into a streamer, rushed into the chaotic mist, and then disappeared into the ancient ruins.

Fang Yun understood the deep meaning in the old man's gaze, and smiled confidently, similar to the tragedy of the Absolute Demon Cliff, he would never allow it to happen.

Jushen said goodbye, he also wanted to enter the ruins of the Divine Court, the two divine phoenixes took off, and together with the Jushen, flew into the chaotic mist, before leaving, he explained to Fang Yun and took care of their heirs.

Ren Gongxin is not with the gods, he is a reincarnation, and he has previously shown terrifying methods above the gods, but he has not yet recovered to his peak.

Now, the attention of many powerful gods is focused on the ruins of the Divine Court, and the creation in the ruins of the Divine Court is obviously more important in their eyes than the Chosen One prophesied by the ancient stone tablet.

For the time being, Fang Yun was out of danger, with the Wind God Fei Lian, the Peacock Mingshen, the Angry Ape Emperor Zhu Yan, the Ghost Emperor Nine-headed Bird, the Monster Emperor Feidan, the Thunder Emperor Kui Beast, and the Seven Demon Gods of Lu Wu, which were enough to deal with some of the gods who wanted to strangle the new generation of Tianlu.

Ren ingenuity and craftsmanship tore apart the space and left, leaving Fang Yun with a sigil, exuding a star-like luster, through which he could contact Ren ingenuity.

Fang Yun planned to leave, with his realm, if he was too close to the ruins of the Divine Court, he would be wiped out by the power of the violent avenue, and the Yuan Shen would not be left, and he was already deeply shocked and realized when he could see the magnificent mystery of the ruins of the Divine Court.

He wants to go to the Flood Desolation Forbidden Domain to take a look, the catastrophe in the ancient era, there are too many gods and spirits who have fallen there, he has entered the Flood Desolation Forbidden Domain Zhihong, there are many unknown mysterious inheritances there, compared to the inaccessible ruins of the Divine Court, the Flood Desolation Forbidden Domain is obviously more attractive to Fang Yun.

"The new generation of Celestial Spirits, the Chosen Ones prophesied by the ancient stone tablets, seem to be no different from ant-like mortals. ”

Suddenly, a playful mockery came, and it was a young man who spoke, dressed in a white fairy robe, with a handsome face, carved from white jade, and obsidian-like pupils, as deep as a secluded pool.

He is very young, and his cultivation years are not long, but he has a trace of immortal wind bones, his aura is powerful, and he is quite majestic, and he can be called a young supreme.

In terms of handsome and chic appearance, Fang Yun was indeed not such a person, except for Wang Xiaotian, Fang Yun had never seen such a face.

Behind this person, there are the gods of the Immortal Feather Holy Land to follow, obviously he is a genius of the Immortal Feather Holy Land, not only extremely handsome in appearance, but also extraordinary in talent.

Fang Yun smiled, his eyes looking towards the comer, revealing a trace of coldness, murderous and awe-inspiring.

"Ben Holy Son wants to see if the Chosen Son, whose destiny is the fortune of heaven, is not a waste material like an ordinary man. The person who came snorted coldly, the fairy robe was drumming, the long hair was fluttering, and the wisps of fairy aura around his body were swirling, exuding a powerful coercion.

The Holy Son of the Immortal Feather Holy Land is definitely the best among the young generation of immortal cultivators in the Immortal Feather Holy Land, and he definitely has the qualifications to be called the Young Supreme, just the word Holy Son is enough to make the young geniuses in the major forces in the present world feel terrified.

The Immortal Feather Holy Land has a supreme position in the present world, and their Holy Son is also above countless genius gods.

He walked towards Fang Yun at this time, obviously to provoke, as a holy son, he was extremely proud, unstoppable, even many gods did not pay attention to it, the appearance of the chosen son became the focus of the gods for a while, he was not convinced, he was conceited that the chosen son of heaven was destined to be the son of heaven, compared to him, he was just a flying bird looking up to the divine phoenix.

"It's kind of interesting!"

The corners of Fang Yun's mouth raised a playful arc, since he entered the Savage Region and rebuilt the Haotian Temple, it had been a long time since he had used his own strength to really fight.

The Holy Son of the Immortal Feather Holy Land was barely qualified to fight him.

(To be continued.) )