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Emptiness, a blank road ahead, a void prospect, stagnation, this is the most dangerous.

Fang Yuan was very glad that at the current stage, there were still monuments in front of him, there were many predecessors who had walked before, leaving too many footprints, there were goals for reference, and there was a direction to move forward.

The battle in the shadows was not long.

In Fang Yuan's perception, it was soon over, and the forces of the two sides were wiped out together in a fierce collision, along with the endless world group that had woven countless heavy cycles.

Fang Yuan couldn't directly see the real situation of the battle there, even with the light of Da Luo, he could only see a one-sided, hazy approximation, similar to the development of the world from a certain narrow angle, which could also be commonly known as a plot.

The fierce battle situation there and the development of various world events are really singable and crying, even if there are thousands of words, it is not enough to describe it for a while.

The senses are the senses,

Although Fang Yuan was endowed with the perception of observing this battle, his thinking template, his level of will, was not at that level, he could not really understand the current situation there, and he could not even call it the opposite direction, he could only understand the insignificant fragment of "order" in that large expanse of indescribable forms, which became a one-sided history of the development of world wars, anchoring a little bit of the so-called story plot.

That's good enough!

Fang Yuan was very pleased.

Of course, he is not a masochist, after all, it is a higher-level battle trace, and it is a great blessing to be able to see it.

There are all kinds of unknowns, there are indescribable forms, this is colorful! These areas that have not been set foot in are where we will move forward in the future, and they are also the driving force for progress.

When you don't know what else you don't know, isn't this kind of terrifying day a kind of end of the world in a sense?

Solving the confusion one by one, harvesting the unknown one by one, and enjoying the pleasure of getting what you want, isn't this a kind of joy in life, and the wish when you embark on the practice!

Although there is a harvest, it is also accompanied by helplessness.

The unknown memory in the sea space was degraded and decomposed little by little, and began to become clear and clear little by little, transforming in a direction that could be easily understood by Fang Yuan.

This was not what Fang Yuan was expecting right now.

If the current cultivation can have a half-understanding of this state, then this downward demotion still has some meaning, understand this downward path transformation, benefit from it, and if you can return it again, this is a real and meaningful progress.

But the current Fang Yuan, I don't know how far away it is from that realm, so this kind of downgrading is a pity.

Fang Yuan didn't seek to understand much, he didn't expect to be able to understand how many mysteries he would be able to understand from it now, he desperately made the light of Da Luo, conveying his own meaning, just hoping to be able to keep it and retain a little more mystery.

Although these truths must be found in the light of Da Luo, Fang Yuan did not reach that level, and he did not know how to stimulate the light of Da Luo, pull it and evolve it. Therefore, he can only rely on the power of the light of Da Luo to freeze this state in front of him for the time being, and wait for it to be unsealed and studied in the future.

After all, it was the power of the confrontation between the light of Da Luo and the white light, and solidifying it was just a trivial matter for the light of Da Luo.

The difficulty was whether Fang Yuan could accurately convey his intentions to the light of Da Luo, so that the development of this state of affairs would move forward in the direction he expected.

Fortunately, this Da Luo Light understood Fang Yuan's meaning, and it was just a slight shock, and a wisp of mysterious fluctuations enveloped, locked, and solidified, quietly suspended in the depths of the world of knowing the sea, blooming with wisps of mysterious brilliance, washing Fang Yuan's heart.

"Huh? Woke up. "The perception of the outside world was touched, but in the midst of the catastrophe, there was a change.

Yuan Zhen's consciousness has returned to reality, and he is trying to suppress all the flames that ignited him with his own will, struggling little by little, trying to escape.

Fang Yuan was not surprised by this.

After all, Yuan Zhen has refined several origins, and even this blue bird has been half refined by it.

Fang Yuan didn't know what the situation was at that time, but it was not much worse when he thought about it, it was nothing more than that he had relented when he was preparing to plunder its origin, and he couldn't do it for a while, or by mistake, he accidentally swept the blue bird into it, or maybe it was after refining the origin that he discovered their true identity.

There must have been an accident that interrupted his original intention of going there.

Those who can give up everything they have for love are only a few after all, let alone the human race in this desolation.

Fang Yuan didn't know, and he wasn't interested in knowing, it was just a little tea talk, which had no practical effect or significance for cultivation.

If love can generate electricity, love alone can become stronger,

Then we, the cultivators, in order to practice and move forward,

Perseverance, indomitable determination, will, can be stronger!

so strong that even if all traces of existence are erased,

And with this firmness, I can also,

Crawl back from nothingness!

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The human race is born with no supernatural powers, even if they are the children of immortals, after birth, they are not much different from ordinary people, at most they are stronger and stronger, but they can't be compared with other innate races.

Because I am weak, I want to be stronger!

This is almost the state of mind of the cultivators of the human race when they embark on the path of cultivation.

Yuan Zhen is naturally no exception, and he is even more eager to do so. Otherwise, he would not have gone to the territory of the Feather Immortal Palace, squatting to hunt, strengthen his roots, and try to reach a higher level.

The softness of the fingers is the easiest to shake the hearts of men and cool the blood of heroes.

After all, not all people are saints who abide by their own opinions and can be consistent in the face of any hardships and tests, so there is no need to be demanding, this is the norm, this is the world.

Fang Yuan didn't know if his mind was comparable to those sons and saints, but he felt that he was still not qualified.

Perhaps, the mentality of sticking to the red glow for hundreds of millions of years has such a height, but in the end, it has changed and shaken.

Even the current Fang Yuan couldn't distinguish between himself at that time, whether he gave up or turned the corner. There is no clear difference between this thought and a thought.

With each turn of thought, how many factors are interacting with each other?

In ordinary times, the brain has many mysteries, and when it embarks on the path of cultivation and evolves life, how many existences will there be, and it will begin to intervene in it and participate in the operation of life.

The stronger the cultivation is, the more the life is promoted, and then every bit of spiritual light is rotated, and there are thousands of things behind it to participate and mingle.

Its thoughts are endless, and its way is endless!

One thought is a great thousand, and it is a reincarnation.

One thought is a lifetime and an eternity.

Before you know it, it's dark.

In this regard, Fang Yuan did not sense, this change of day and night was too short, like the obscurity of the morning fungus, and in a stunned moment, it slipped away from his fingertips.

The ears moved slightly, but in the darkness, there was the sound of Si Xi Suo, neat and orderly, wandering in all directions, as if searching for something.

His eyes turned, and in an instant, he penetrated the barriers of all kinds of things, and looked directly at the capital city in the dark night.

Covering an area of 10,000 miles, it is a thick city wall on the periphery, with a solemn atmosphere, every wisp of which is oppressing the void and guarding the tranquility.

Inside the capital, there are rows of houses, with a mysterious layout, in which an invisible force flows, travels, merges into the city walls, and overflows from them, scattering into the bodies of the inhabitants, washing the bones.

The dense black-clothed people, dressed in civilian clothes, shuttled everywhere in the dark night, searching and collecting little by little, locking the restaurant, and tracking it to the outside of the east wall, and then lost the clues, so they had to search inch by inch.

The immortals are perfect, and there is no difference between inside and outside.

Since he is able to restrain his skills, he disguises himself as an ordinary person, causing people to ignore the past. Then, to restrain their own external influence, so that people who are not in the realm enough, can't see, hear, and fight, for the perfect immortal, this is not a difficult thing, just a small skill, as long as you realize it, you can quickly master it.

Yuan Zhen didn't remember Fang Yuan's appearance.

He only knew and remembered it now when Fang Yuan saw him, so he knew.

Those black-clothed men naturally couldn't find any traces of Fang Yuan, they could only trace the characters who had been in and out there, as well as the missing companions, some of the remaining traces that had been erased, and then they were broken like that.

"Huh?!"

Fang Yuan raised his eyebrows, flipped his hand and pressed it lightly, suppressing a wisp of fluctuation from the darkness, dispersing it across the entire capital.

Faintly, there were a few roars, melting into everything, and even the void resonated and trembled.

The fluctuations also became more dense, walking through the void, sweeping back and forth, but no longer converging this movement, but also looking for the existence that was seeking.

"It's quite a bit of movement. ”

Fang Yuan glanced at it and said with a smile: "This ninety-three little girl seems to have a great background, even the immortals are dispatched, and it seems that there is a little trouble to participate in this search." ”

Let's heal first. In the face of absolute strength, everything is a floating cloud.

Fang Yuan settled down, his martial arts were done every day, the power flowed, and the slightest white mist surged, which was actually the evolution of prosperity inside.

After a while, Fang Yuan opened his eyes and said in amazement: "How can this be? Why is there no effect, obviously the strength is greatly damaged, why can't you find a little defect? What kind of attack is this?"

Unscathed? How is this possible!