At night, the cliffs are high and the ancient trees are shining.

A storm sweeping the mountains was coming, and the pine branches were swaying, as if humans were trembling lightly.

Above it, cloudy, and from time to time there were Remangans.

Soon after, this cloud became inexplicably vast, surrounded by wind and rain, as if blocked by an invisible barrier, although still raging, but can no longer shake the pine wood below.

But at the same time, there is also a bucket of forked lightning like a spear, after a moment of flashing, a huge white practice connecting the world, the whole tree was immediately split in half.

The fire began to spread, and from time to time there were raindrops falling on the trunk of the tree, and the blazing fire was like throwing oil, and everything on the sun was burned to ashes in a short time.

Subsequently, the fire was crushed by the subsequent wind and rain.

After a little more than half a moment, the wind and rain stopped, and the clouds dispersed, and it became like a clear night sky.

I don't know when, a thousand-year-long silver and white boat floated in the sky, Ye Tianming stood at the bow of the ship, staring at the earth, suddenly looked slightly surprised, and jumped down from above.

He stood over the burned trunk, and suddenly the projection under his feet moved like a spirit.

The huge black shadow spread, like a huge strange snake, biting the shadow of the dead tree.

Then a human figure was forced to fly out of it.

He knelt on the ground and trembled, “The immortals are alive, the immortals are alive!”

Ye Tianming showed the look of interest: "It is actually a thousand-year-old tree into fine, once transformed, it has a repair comparable to a demon, but also through the thunder and fire experience, repair a little true?"

“Ye, what happened, why did you come down from the boat?”

On the fairy boat overhead, two of the top soldiers chased down, and saw the figure lying on the ground, which was also slightly faint: "What is this?“The Spirit of the Tree?”

The demon saw that there were two more human beings with a strong breath, and they were even more frightened.

Ye Tianming waved his hand and asked the tree demon a few questions at will, but he found that the demon had a good spirit and insight experience, and like an old mountain farmer.

But the great thing is that he knows everything in the forest, can know the weather, the geography.

The tree demon can not explain where these knowledge and experience come from, it seems that there are some innate spiritual wisdom into its soul, which makes it a strange change.

Ye Tianming sighed, "It seems that this world has really changed, and the heavenly path has lost its place, the master is undecided, many roads and laws have lost control, and the flow of the spirit has become more and more difficult to control."

"The most recent period will be the most extraordinary vision in the history of the imperial spirit world, and the most strange and easy time until someone achieves heaven and dominates everything!"

A soldier next to him asked, “What did Ye Zun say, but the one who fought with Xuantian?”

Ye Tianming said, “But also, the sky is scattered, and God’s magic is indeed!”

Another soldier is not without regret: "It is a pity that the predecessors of the Heavenly Machine have exhausted their lives, and it is no longer difficult to be holy."

Ye Tianming said: "The former people have the luck of the predecessors, the descendants have the responsibility of the descendants, I have been passed down, that to create history, it should be done by me, no longer have to think about what to rely on others."

Hearing this, the two soldiers could not help but respect.

All along, Ye Tianming has inherited Wu Zun's legal system, leading the soldiers, and popularizing and spreading the way of the soldiers throughout the world.

These people choose to follow for their own future destiny, but also feel grace and accept its charm.

In their hearts, they also have the belief in creating soldier history and preaching the heavens.

This makes them distinguish from the idle sect and the family, and the hub of gathering, from the blood, the interests, the rise to become the true stream of faith.

Ye Tianming also said to the tree demon: "Since the encounter is the law of fate, there is just a lack of service around this seat, you will go with this seat, otherwise you will become a stream of monsters who drink blood, or be hunted down to be a spiritual thing, and in the end, it is rare to have a positive result."

The tree-dwelling bowed his head and said, “Thank you for the fairy!”

...

Skycling snowfield, guarding the middle palace.

Fang Qianyuan sat in the cloud at will, and his figure was hidden in the fairy fog of the tao, like a statue in the iceberg of ten thousand years.

Bai Ao Xue stood quietly on the side, feeling the changes that were taking place in him, and sometimes he was confused and confused, and sometimes he was relieved.

At her feet, little white lay at random, languidly sweeping his tail, sometimes looking at the white snow, and sometimes looking at Fang Qianyuan, a look of boredom.

I don't know how long it took, and the breath on Fang Qianyuan's body became unfathomable again.

White Snow was surprised: “It has begun!”

“Really bashed thunder... trying to condense the power of the law!”

Little White also pricked up his ears and looked up at Fang Qianyuan.

But see Fang Qianyuan around the fog, like the smoke of the fairy fog, contains a lot of thick spirit and vitality, constantly pouring up.

Soon, the fog of the whole hall became several times thick, and the thick cloud was connected into the sea, almost without the knees.

This makes the breath on Fang Qianyuan's body again become ethereal, its vitality is pure, the breath of people is thin, like the real fairy mountain veins, the spirit of the spring.

Suddenly, a thundermont came from the top of his head, like a thunder dragon, hovering.

Then, the void electricity, more thunder and the real group gathered, a law thread also seems to be pulled by a certain force in the underworld, different drifted over.

One heavy, two, triple, four... a hundred, a thousand...

When thousands of law threads are superimposed and condensed into almost physical silver silk threads, the raymanites, and the whole thread tremors and erupts violently.

A new dragon shadow came out of nowhere.

It is like a spirit, wandering in the empty space in front of Fang Qianyuan, which has touched the power of countless ways and laws.

Between the steep, the void is electricity, the eye is condensing, the sky is falling, the golden lotus, the wind is remnant, the gasified dragons and tigers, the dragons are flying, the birds are flying, the birds are splendified, the whole hall is as if it is full of prosperity, the spring scene is picturesque, and the all-emerciful, the demonstrate, all kinds of virtual shadows overlap.

But soon after, there was another flash of lightning, and the silk thread condensed by the power of the law suddenly dimmed.

All kinds of gods disappear, it suddenly lost all its luster and strength, and then, the silk line disintegrated, like hair drifting in the void.

Fang Qianyuan glanced at it, glanced at it, looked at it again, and sighed.