It was dark for thousands of miles, and it was even more terrible than the night.

"Boom!" Thousands of universes blasted out a large area of black snow from the mid-air plane to the skyline plane from the bottom to the top as if breathing, blending with the free sky snow falling from the sky, deducing an extremely rare celestial phenomenon.

After the snow, the fragrance of endless medicine permeates the sky, the unilateral release of lovely aromas and the domineering absolute space blockade effect of tens of millions of universes within a certain range of the half-sky plane, leading to a magical scene on the ninth level: bounded by the mid-air plane not far from the end of the half-mountain end of the Snow Peak, above is the black and white fluttering snow and the most charming fragrance of the fragrance, which is for the upper world, and below is a lifeless vacuum, black and pitch black, which is below.

"Bang!" Another deafening, sky-shaking loud bang roared across thousands of universes, resounding in the upper world. The source of its sound suddenly expands into a vortex of laws, sweeping through the spatial fragments in a continuous layer, conceiving a tornado and breaking through the sky. The tornado is thousands of miles of darkness connecting the sky and night sky upwards, and the other end of it is connected to the plane of mid-air, and its size is only comparable to the hut of an ordinary family in the human world.

Under the rotation of the tornado, all the medicinal aromas of the world on the ninth level collectively circulated around the tornado in an arc, and finally all merged into it. However, the tornado is like a bottomless pit, and it seems that no amount of aroma can fill its needs. In the dark upper and lower circles of the Heavenly Tornado, a powerful earth-based law breath stretched throughout the upper world.

The continuous expansion of the boundaries of the earth system law made the entire Tongtian tornado begin to appear scattered in law, cracking in form, and in the blink of an eye, it was divided into two and two into four, constantly dissolving thousands of trickles. At the gathering place of a group of vague tornadoes, two figures loomed, they were Xin Fang and Xin Yimad.

At this moment, Xin Fang was facing Xin Yifang, who was sitting cross-legged, and his palms were facing up. A layer of dirt darker than black is boiling. Xin Fang looked solemnly at the top of his palms, letting the tornadoes rage around him. He slowly closed his palms that were suspended with dirt, and the aroma of Chinese medicine burned in the holy flame.

A moment later, the surface of the dazzling flame of Xuanjin was covered with a layer of medicine black that stimulated the eyes. Xin Fang's palms slowly pulled apart, and a series of sharp explosions came from it, cutting through the surface of the surrounding space. Xin Fang was unaware of this, and he continued to separate his palms as if nothing had happened.

"Huh!" "Huh!" "Huh!" When Xin Fang's palms were stretched to a certain distance, several rays of Xuanjin streamers suddenly broke through the black, and they were engraved with very dazzling spatial light marks in this even darker upper world. Immediately after, a few light marks turned into dozens. They each rule an interval. Then, it is these inconspicuous traces of light that occupy a position in a single theory that spread widely in terms of form and size, and each of them slaughtered a stain covered by the mystery.

"Boom!" The endurance of the foul surface finally broke through the limit, activating a law that was enough to overturn a layer of spatial planes. Xin Fang was in the center of the bombardment, and the huge impact cut through the light layer, distorted the space, and directly blasted him into a high place. Xin Fang kept tapping the star arc with his feet, buffering the upward thrust of this potential energy, and when he happened to be hovering above Xin Yifang's head, the upward thrust was diverted by him on both sides, and gradually drifted away.

Xin Fang flicked his sleeves and split the lingering law in front of him. The world is still clear. He then jumped up and landed in front of Xin Yifang. Looking at Xin Yifang, who was illusory and circulating with medicinal patterns all over his body, Xin Fang gasped and chuckled. Dao: "Finally completely clarified your medicinal nature. Xin Fang's sleepy eyes were full of excitement and hope as he looked at Xin Yifang who was closing his eyes and staring, and waited happily.

The flow of illusory medicine patterns became faster and faster, gradually blurring, as if returning to nothingness. Under Xinfang's cosmic definition induction. Xin Yi's medicinal nature became clearer and clearer, more and more brisk rhythm, and gradually stabilized in his upper dantian.

Medicinal aromas and tornadoes have long since disappeared from the Ninth Layer. The upper and lower worlds are also reunited, and the snow is still rolling. Everything was quiet, as if paving the way for Xin Yifang's awakening, and it seemed that even the ninth level was holding its breath.

Under Xin Fang's attention, the pair of hazy sleepy eyes that had been closed for a long time under Xin Yi's eyebrows gradually moved. First of all, it was just a slight fluctuation of the upper eyelids, and after a period of time, Xin Fang finally ushered in the awakening of Xin Yimad, which attracted his attention, and its symbolic sign was the opening of Xin Yimad's eyes. Although the moment of opening his eyes is just an ordinary action that can be ignored in the eyes of countless people in the world, it is a process that is expected to be realized in Xin Fang's heart.

However, when Xin Yifang's eyes really appeared in front of Xin Fang, Xin Fang was stunned, because Xin Yifang's original extraordinary spirituality had been suppressed, and his sleepy eyes were full of dullness, and the blur and the haze presented by Xin Fang's sleepy eyes were two completely different states.

"A madness!" Xin Fang called Xin Yimad, but seeing Xin Yimad, he turned to face Xin Fang with strength and confusion, knelt on one knee, and said word by word: "Lord, man, have, what, command, command?" Xin Fang was stunned, his left hand helped him up, and his right hand sacrificed the sword style, using the method to burn the holy fire, pointing to the position of Xin Yimad's eyebrows, instilling life and death routines.

"The nature of the medicine is intact, and there is nothing out of the ordinary. Then why is there no trace of Xin Yimad's spirituality?" Xin Fang frowned, he pulled out the sword style in his right hand, ran the life and death cycle spell routine, and once again aimed at Xin Yimad's upper dantian position.

The Holy Flame Xuanguang rippled between Xin Yimad's eyebrows, and there was a slight medicinal fragrance diffusely spreading, which was the limit that Xin Yimad could bear at the moment. This medicinal aroma is not mixed with the slightest impurity, it is a refreshing heavenly fragrance, which is the release from the essence of all things. However, Xin Fang's face was ugly, because it was this reason that he couldn't see what the reason was, so he couldn't prescribe the right medicine.

"It must be that Gongzi Yang used some trick to make Xin Yimad become like this!" Xin Fang stopped his movement, clenched his fists, and directly crushed the surface of the dimensional space. Xin Fang's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his coercion was enough to see people to death, and he said in a deep voice: "Gongziyang, even if you dig three feet into the ground, I will definitely find you." If you can't find a solution, I'll make your death ugly!" Xin Fang's hateful sleepy eyes suddenly turned sad, and he sighed in a low voice: "You're right, the former You Yu is dead, and the one who is alive now is called Gongzi Yang." ”

Xin Fang immediately turned to face the stupid Xin Yimad, and said, "Yimad, can you sense Gongziyang's current location?" Although Xin Yimad's spirituality has become extremely low, his cultivation comprehension has risen instead of falling, coupled with the nature of his medicine, and he has been persecuted by Gongziyang for a long time, he has a unique memory of the latter's law, so after Xin Fang's questioning, Xin Yimad immediately reached out his hands, and his ten fingertips rippled the Dharma Dao, sensing Gongziyang's law breath in the distance. After a while, Xin Yifang withdrew his hands and said respectfully to Xin Fang: "Lord, man, I, only, can, mold, paste, feeling, should, to, male, son, sheep, in, where, in." ”

Listening to Xin Yi's stupid and intermittent voice, Xin Fang increased his disgust for Gongzi Yang, and he said to Xin Yi: "Yi Yi, don't call me master in the future, just call me 'Xin Fang'." Xin Yi arched his hand and said, "Yes, Lord, people." Hearing the word "master", Xin Fang couldn't help but shake his head, it seems that there is no way to let Xin Yimad, who has no spirituality, do something spiritual, he can only save the real Xin Yimad if he tries his best to find Gongzi Yang and get the solution.

"Madness, lead the way. Xin Fang said.

"Yes, Lord, man. Xin Yi replied frantically, and then his body moved, flying in the direction where the young sheep was located. Xin Fang stepped on the star arc and followed behind. The two of them disappeared one after the other, and disappeared into the range of the Snow Peak. (To be continued......)