What kind of existence is this vast world?

What is the relationship between the secret realms, the small worlds, and the big world where Fang Junmei and the others came?

Or is it that only the Central Sanctuary can be regarded as a real big world, and all other places can be regarded as small worlds?

Fang Junmei and the others thought about these questions for the first time.

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After flying out, the two chatted and thought about it.

"In my opinion, since only by going to the Central Sacred Domain can we advance to the human level, then the Central Sacred Domain can be regarded as the real main world, and the other worlds are all small worlds that depend on its existence, including the world we came from. ”

At the end of the conversation, Daolang said.

Fang Junmei nodded.

After thinking about it, he said, "If that's the case, these small worlds should have a passage to the Central Sacred Domain, otherwise wouldn't God directly block their way forward?"

"That's right, even if you don't go directly, you should be able to go through the place, indirectly, such as through us. ”

Dao Lang nodded and said, "So, there must be a passage out." ”

Fang Junmei nodded, and said, "What I'm most worried about is that mysterious Myriad Wandering Immortal, what means he uses to block this passage, or send a master to guard there, then it will be a big trouble." ”

Dao Lang nodded again.

Suddenly remembering something, his eyes flashed and said: "In this world, we don't seem to see the statue of that old guy." ”

"He should have given up here, the mentality of these high-ranking monks must be extremely unstable, even extremely crazy, who will come to worship him!"

Fang Junmei said categorically.

"In this case, it seems that there is no need for the previous spatial node to exist......"

Dao Lang's mind in the troubled times is also flying.

There was a brief silence.

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"Exiled Lands?"

After a few moments, the two of them said something at the same time.

After saying that, they laughed together.

What other place is more desperate for a monk than to exile him here, so that he will never be able to advance to the human and human ancestors.

But it's better to kill it directly, and it doesn't seem to be necessary to do it too much.

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Along the way, the two kept thinking.

Under the concentricity, every possibility of this world is analyzed layer by layer.

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The direction of the two of them went straight to the north.

The most mysterious place in this world is the snowfields in the north.

The farther north you go, the terrain rises higher and higher, until it is almost 10,000 zhang, forming a plateau far above sea level, which is called the 10,000-zhang snow field by the monks of this world.

Needless to say, the extreme cold among them.

The deeper you go, the colder it gets, even many mortal monks can't bear it, and they go back halfway, and what are the secrets in the deepest depths, and the only ancestral secrets that come back are also mysterious and secretive, and they don't seem to be clear to outsiders.

In fact, many more Ancestral Cultivators never returned.

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On this day, the two finally came to the edge of the snowfield.

After arriving here, the atmosphere suddenly became a lot colder, absolutely beyond the reach of mortals, covered with ice and snow, and the wind was long.

Further on, between heaven and earth, there is a snow-white field.

The climate is changing very fast, just now it was still sunny, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into dark clouds rolling and blizzards hit.

The two of them were not more frost-resistant ice cultivators and fire cultivators, and the deeper they went, the more they felt unbearable, and with their realm, they were both shivering with cold.

"If someone tells me that a ninth-order ice spirit creature can be bred here, Lao Tzu will never have the slightest doubt. ”

On this day, Dao Lang of the troubled times said with a cool breath.

Fang Junmei nodded in agreement.

Continuing to go deeper, the temperature is getting lower and lower, and there is not half a living creature to be seen, and the cold wind is like a knife, piercing every pore, and even the blood seems to freeze.

If all the monks who had fallen under it had come here, they would have been frozen into ice corpses in an instant, and then torn to pieces by the wind.

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The two of them spread their consciousness to the limit, looking for every anomaly.

After searching for more than ten days in a row, I finally found a few birds and monsters on the top of an iceberg, all of which were at the level of the middle and late stages of mortal transformation.

On the top of the iceberg, which is as high as a thousand feet, like an ice mirror, these cloud carving-like demon beasts are circling around the top of the mountain, and the sound of flapping their wings is one after another, as if even the sound of the storm is going to be suppressed.

This bird, the clouds are as white as snow, the body is nearly ten zhang long, and when it hovers, it has a bit of an overwhelming atmosphere, and I don't know what kind of race it is.

In addition to these heads, there should be some small ones in the forbidden formation behind them.

The two of them had already seen them, but their divine senses were not qualified to see the two of them, and they only felt a powerful sense of divine consciousness sweeping over, and their round brown eyes showed a look of nervousness and uneasiness.

Fang Junmei and the two exchanged glances and flew there.

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Soon, it landed on the top of the mountain.

A few birds, naturally, did not dare to attack, and their figures flashed, turning into several men and women wearing white feather coats, all of whom looked like young and middle-aged people, and they were also quite handsome.

"I've seen two seniors!"

Several people came up to salute, and the leader was a tall and majestic middle-aged man.

Fang Junmei nodded slightly, and said: "The two of us, coming from the south, what we want to do, you must have guessed and guessed, and I hope for a few of you, give us some news." ”

When several people heard this, they laughed bitterly together.

"Two seniors, do you also want to come here and find a way out?"

The middle-aged man asked.

Sure enough, a lot of people have been here.

The two nodded slightly, and Fang Jun frowned and said, "Please advise." ”

The middle-aged man thought about it for a while, and said: "Two seniors, it is really dangerous in that depth, one of the seniors in our clan, went there, and never came back, I don't know if he is alive or dead, I advise the two seniors not to think about it, or at least wait until the later stage of the ancestral acupuncture to come." ”

"Just say, tell us, in which direction did all those guys who came in the past go?"

Dao Lang shouted.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he exchanged glances with a few people around him, since the two of them didn't want to die, why should he care about it.

"Since the two seniors are going to go, the juniors will say it. ”

The middle-aged man said: "That senior in my clan was invited by two of his old friends to go to the northwest, and we don't know what is there. Although the junior went to investigate, he came back halfway, and it was too cold. ”

The two nodded slightly.

"Anything else out of the ordinary?"

Fang Junmei asked.

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"Do you have a map? How big is this snowfield?"

Dao Lang asked.

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "In our world, I'm afraid no one can say clearly. ”

The two nodded again, and after asking a few more questions, they didn't talk nonsense with them and continued on the road.

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Turn northwest.

The temperature is getting lower and lower, the air is turning into ice, the sky is gloomy and gray almost every day, the thunder is rolling, the blizzard is continuous, and there is not a single creature in sight, as if you have come to a forgotten land.

With the strength of the two of them, they also had to use a more clever talisman to resist the cold wind.

In a blink of an eye, another two or three months have passed, and the two of them don't know how many miles away.

On this day, Fang Junmei took the lead in fixing his figure, staring at a certain direction.

"What do you see?"

Dao Lang in the Troubled Times asked, his Yuan Shen power must be much worse than Fang Junmei's.

"In that direction, at the limit of my primordial spirit, it's weird—"

Fang Junmei pointed in that direction and said, "The world has become blurred, leaving only a canyon between the two mountains, spreading into the depths of the wind and snow...... The high part of the mountain, hidden in the ice mist, cannot be found by the divine sense...... It's like a door to nothingness. ”

"Not naturally occurring?"

Dao Lang asked.

"I can't tell, you'll understand when you see it, let's go!"

Fang Junmei snorted, and the two stepped forward again.

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After another half a day, Dao Lang finally saw the place Fang Junmei said.

It's really weird.

The two mountains, as if they were one mountain, were split in half by a knife, pushing them to both sides, the edge was straight and steep, majestic and precipitous, and the killing machine was faint.

The high place is submerged in the ice fog, and it is not really visible.

In the distance, it was pitch black, foggy, and mysterious.

Under the gray sky, under the snowy sky, it looked particularly sinister, as if the Sky Swallowing Beast had opened its mouth, waiting for them to go in and die.

"Ten Thousand Worlds Wandering Immortals, it must be the ghost of that old thing again!"

Dao Lang scolded in the troubled times.

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After another half a day, we finally arrived outside the Grand Canyon.

The mountain walls on both sides, just by seeing, there are nearly a thousand feet, and the two of them are like ants coming to the door of the giant, only feeling insignificant.

Whew-

There was also a strong cold wind, coming from the direction of the depths of the canyon, and when I arrived here, it seemed that I knew that the weather could be so cold!

The two of them trembled at the same time, as if they were facing the constant attack of an ancestral frost cultivator, and the cold air in their mouths sobbed.

The divine sense reached deep ahead, giving birth to the feeling of being swallowed up by the mist, and there was no way to peep into anything, and no one else could be seen nearby.

"If you come, you will be safe, go!"

Fang Junmei snorted lightly and flew forward.

One black and one white, two figures, gradually disappeared into the darkness.

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The two of them flew over the low ground, their speed slowed down a lot, their expressions were guarded, and their swords were already in their hands.

This section of the canyon road is nearly thousands long.

The more they moved forward, the more they could feel that the space outside their bodies seemed to be in a slight movement, which was definitely a trace of the formation being activated, but there was no turning back for the two.

Forward.

Forward.

After walking more than 3,000 zhang, the fog finally began to fade, and the temperature did not become more extraordinarily cold, but in the cold, there was more yin and a certain bloody taste.

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"Haha, there are two more, or two juniors, this time, the old man is going to take the lead first!"

Before I could see the scene behind the mist clearly, the perverted strange laughter had already burst out and pierced.