The Plains of Wishing Night, a thousand years ago, was originally a fertile land, but later because of a great war, it became uninhabited and uninhabited until now.

Fang He knew the name and origin of this place, but he didn't notice that such a strange space was hidden here when he passed by for the first time.

At this moment, recalling the stories that had happened in history, Fang He, who was exhausted, felt a misery in his heart.

The continuous high-intensity battles had exhausted him, his body had become red and swollen, and even his divine soul had been overdrawn to the limit, so he could only rely on the dull Lingxu Ancient Sword to support it with difficulty, so that he would not fall to the ground on the spot.

Fang He was already like this, and Qing Huan and the little wolf were no better, even much worse than Fang He's injuries.

Even so, they didn't choose to leave, they still surrounded Fang He, which could be regarded as a little comfort in a desperate situation. In Fang He's opinion, even if he was divided by the cultivators at this moment, he had no regrets, but he had some regrets that he hadn't seen Nan Liyue yet.

Thinking of this, Fang He laughed, laughed loudly, very presumptuous, laughed fearlessly and fearlessly, and suddenly only laughter was left in the huge Wishing Night Plain, showing a different kind of tranquility.

However, this tranquility was soon shattered, because although these people stopped for a while, it did not mean that they would be spared.

As a result, Fang He's surroundings once again burst into the sky, if nothing else, this would be a real lore, a lore that would leave no chance.

However, before everyone could make a move, a cloudy wind suddenly blew on the quiet Wishing Night Plain, and the wind was obviously not strong, but there was a burst of "whine" sounds, like the cry of the earth, and also like the call of the netherworld.

Cold, biting cold, irresistible cold.

Rao is rest of the people are mostly masters above the Divine Tribulation, and they can't stop shivering at the moment when the yin wind blows. As for the monks below the Divine Tribulation, they were even more unbearable, all of them were blue and had difficulty breathing, although they did not suffocate to death, but the meridians in their bodies were slowly frozen.

Not only that, when the yin wind blew, everyone also heard the sound of countless fights clearly and ethereally, and Fang He was no exception.

The strange thing was that Fang He didn't feel the chill in the yin wind from beginning to end, and even felt a different kind of warmth, because there was actually a trace of energy in this yin wind that was actively converging into his body.

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I don't know why this is happening, but as it stands, it's a good thing, at least it will allow him to regain some strength and not just become a fish on the board.

Gradually, the yin wind became stronger and stronger, and the voice contained in it became clearer and clearer, and a domineering word sounded in the ears of everyone including Fang He at the same time.

"The avenue is desolate, the gods and demons are dead, so what's the matter with turning into resentful spirits!"

Along with this voice, there was also a transcendent divine soul power, which was even stronger than Fang He, I don't know how many times!

This kind of divine soul strength, Fang He had only felt it in one person, that was Fang Yan seen in the dream realm, that is to say, the owner of this voice was very likely to be a peerless power whose strength was not weaker than Fang Yan!

This was indeed the case, the moment the sound dissipated, the yin wind on the plain also stopped, and then slowly condensed an almost transparent figure in front of Fang He.

The figure is not tall, and the facial features are not clear, but the momentum on the body is as majestic as a mountain and as deep as the sea, which makes the faces of all the cultivators, including the domain master, change greatly, and they can't care about Fang He, who can be wiped out at the moment, and they all want to flee like crazy.

However, in the face of absolute momentum and strength, their footsteps could not move even a single step at all, and their bodies were already locked in place the moment Yin Feng appeared.

In such a situation, fear has become the only thought in their minds.

However, Fang He did not have any influence, even Qing Huan and the little wolf were not affected, and they were still able to move freely, which was in stark contrast to the cultivators.

After this figure completely appeared, he didn't see any movement, and an incomparable divine soul power came out of his body, carrying the idea of killing and quickly spreading around around the center of his position.

Wherever the gods and souls reached, the monks in the field were all angry without exception, and they were silent in an instant!

It is no exaggeration to describe such strength as a million corpses in a single thought, and Fang He was dumbfounded; At the same time, my heart was full of doubts.

He knew very well that he didn't know this figure, and he didn't seem to have anything worthy of the other party's help, so he really couldn't figure out why he would come forward to help him.

Fang He didn't take it for granted that this figure was helping him, because all the signs from the appearance of the yin wind to the present were all showing the other party's position

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However, now that the trouble has been solved, it is better to hurry up and recover after thinking so much, no matter what the other party's purpose is, at least there is no danger for the time being.

So, Fang He sat on the spot as if no one was around, and also took out a lot of spirit stones and spiritual materials to distribute to Qing Huan and the little wolf.

Due to the excessive overdraft, Fang He's recovery was also extremely long, and it took seven days to recover to his peak state, and that figure never left, just standing in place quietly, there were some memories and melancholy on his unclear facial features, so that Fang He had already recovered and he didn't notice it.

Seeing the ethereal figure in front of him, Fang He, who had recovered, tentatively asked, "Senior? ”

After shouting three times in a row, this figure came back to his senses, and nodded slightly in response to Fang He.

"Thank you seniors for saving your life!" Feeling that the other party's response was full of kindness, Fang He also sincerely thanked him.

"No need to be polite." With that, he stretched out his hand slightly to hold Fang He up.

"Senior, I have something I don't know, please tell me one or two."

"But it doesn't hurt to say it."

"It stands to reason that I don't know you, so why would you help me? And it feels familiar in you. ”

When Fang He said this bluntly, he was a little apprehensive in his heart, after all, most of this kind of peerless bosses had a somewhat strange temperament.

"Hey~"

For Fang He's question, this figure did not answer directly, but sighed heavily.

After a long time, he slowly spoke:

"Netherlands, Netherlands..."

The name is a little strange, there is only one word, and the place name Fang He has never heard of, which proves that it is impossible for the two sides to know each other.

In this regard, Ming didn't explain too much, just said that Fang He had an aura on his body that he was very familiar with, and it was the same kind of breath, which made Fang He's mind full of doubts.

However, the other party didn't want to say it, and Fang He didn't choose to ask, but he was thinking silently in his heart, and the atmosphere was quiet for a while, and he didn't disturb Fang He's thinking, because he himself fell into memories again.

After a long time, Fang He finally found the source of this familiarity in his memory, and a woman's figure also appeared in his mind.

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