Chapter 875: World warfare

This is not the first time Fang Yuan has seen the things in the stele erased.
When he was in Qingyang Sect, he saw incomplete dreams. It can be understood that after all, Qingyang Sect kept only a stone slab, or a fragment of a stone tablet, because there are too many missing, so Fang Yuan was only able to roughly guess what happened from the stone slab, but for the inscriptions that should be recorded on the stone tablet, the creation of countless soaring passages and the position of contact with humans are no longer there, just like Someone intentionally smashed the stele to cover up such a secret!
But now, he saw a broken stone tablet, which is the most critical part of it!
If you really have that kind of mysterious Hongmeng Daoqi, how did you cultivate it?
The most crucial part disappeared.
Was it a coincidence, or did some existence deliberately do it?
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Fang Yuan was quietly in the cave, thinking for a long time, but there was always no answer.
There is so much content on the stele, and there is only so much he can see.
Many things cannot be derived without a critical piece.
He thought he could unlock all the secrets by seeing enough stone tablets, but he did not expect that these secrets are still a mystery. He can derive many possibilities from the content left by the stone tablets, but he does not Knowing which may be true, the more important thing is that he did not find a way to solve all these problems from the stele...
...Or that method does not exist?
Thousands of years ago, what did the group of people in Kunlun Mountain see in the stone tablet before they were derived?
The Lord of Darkness, guessing what he thought, was he determined to go that way?
Fang Yuan seems to have guessed it, but would rather not have guessed it!
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"Mr. Fang Yuan, it's time!"
Outside the cave house, a young voice sounded.
Fang Yuan walked out of the Dong Mansion, and when he saw him, he was a child from Xiaoleitai.
He knew that Xianmeng had already made all preparations.
That's the end of the matter, and perhaps the only thing that can be dealt with beforehand is to clean up the most urgent things.
When Fang originally reached the top of the small stone platform at Lei Lei Terrace, I saw that Lei Lei, Tiankui Sage, Ancient Fang Sage, Luchuan Sage, as well as the Jingtian Sage who had just arrived, were already waiting here Next to them, there was a big drum with some rough and ancient lines on it. I don’t know how many battles and years of baptism, dull and solemn.
"What did you learn after reading the stone tablet?"
Sage Tiankui saw Fang Yuan's eyes cast, seeming curious, Shen Sheng asked.
Fang Yuan shook his head and said, "I guessed some, but I'm not sure, but I have no clue!"
Tiankui Sage seems not to be surprised, saying: "Before there were so many people on Kunlun Mountain, there were countless detailed information on hand, and even they couldn't find a way, not to mention you, this result, in fact, you should have guessed long ago. owned……"
Fang Yuan heard what he said, but nodded.
Today's self is only to the extent that the group of people in Kunlun Mountain before the formal retreat thousands of years ago. They have no knowledge of what they have participated in and the truth after retreating. What they should do now, In fact, it is to share all the secrets, and then gather more people to come to understand with yourself, but just like that, is it not the old road of Kunlun Mountain?
What's more, the Kunlun Mountain failed thousands of years ago, and now he has even less hope of success.
Perhaps, the sage of Tiankui, also realized what he was feeling this!
"The soldiers will block, the water will flood, what do you want to do so much?"
Mr. Lei's voice was dull and thunderous, and he smiled coldly and said, "First solve the problem in front of you!"
Fang Yuan knew what the immediate problem they were referring to was. As early as Qingyang Sect, he also thought about this matter, and Xianmeng thought about it after he knew the existence of the Crossover Doll. In other words, this is the only solution.
Fang Yuan felt relieved to agree with Xianmeng's decision.
But before deciding to do this, he asked: "Seniors, we do this, right?"
Tiankui Sage turned to look at Fang Yuan and said, "We can only do this!"
Fang Yuan was silent for a while, and said: "Some people will feel that we should not make decisions for the people of the world!"
The Tiankui saint looked at Fang Yuan for a long time, then suddenly laughed and said, "You can say that, the old man feels a little relieved. In fact, I have always been worried, worrying that you have the name of the saint, you really look at the world. Life is a ruminant dog, and you can have this worry now, maybe it shows that your state of mind is not a true saint, but it also shows that you are still a person!"
Talking, he slowly stood up and said, "However, after all, this idea must be cut off!"
"This world is indeed the world of the world, but the fate of the world cannot really be decided by the people of the world, because there is a lack of heart, the more people decide a thing, the more trouble it will make. People have always been In this way, the more the number, the more stupid it is, and the number of people has reached the extreme. Even if it is something obvious, it will eventually lead to a wrong choice!"
He shook his head gently and said, "So, the world has no ability to choose its own destiny!"
Fang Yuan listened carefully. The sage of Tiankui said that there is no human ability to choose fate, not power!
Speaking of which, Tiankuisheng’s talents looked seriously at Fang Yuan and said,
So, only let us take the place of making decisions instead of human beings. If we win, then we are wise ancestors, and we will carry the history forever, and the world will recite it. We are thousands of years..."
"If we lose, we are sinister ambitions, and the world will hate us for thousands of years!"
"But whether we win or lose, we should always make a decision..."
"... It's also one of our responsibilities to blame it!"
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The words of Saint Tiankui solved a problem in Fang Yuan's heart.
Also made him finally determined.
He raised his head, his expression calm, and said, "I'm ready!"
For the first time, he did not claim to be a "junior" in front of these current big figures, but called "I"!
Sage Tiankui laughed and said, "Everyone is ready!"
At this time, Mr. Lei suddenly turned his eyes and said: "That road..."
Fang Yuandao: "I have arranged!"
Mr. Lei nodded and said no more, just put a black box on his back.
Fang Yuan glanced at the Tiankui saint, looked at the drum, and said, "I'll knock it!"
Tiankui Saint said with a smile: "If you knock, the responsibility will be greater!"
Fang Yuandao: "After all, my age is younger. You have been famous for thousands of years. Shouldn't you show your face to the juniors?"
Tiankui Sage laughed and said, "Go!"
Fang Yuan took a deep breath before going to the big drum, lifted two drumsticks, and then hit hard. He was not good at music. The only drum he could beat was the snare drum at the magic edge. For more than ten years, even the scope of Xiaoleitai was not spread, but this was a strange treasure, but the drum sound was far away, reaching some people who should hear the drum sound.
The majesty is intense, the voice is solemn, and the world is changing!
Sage Tiankui, Jingtian Sage, Luchuan Sage, Ancient Fang Sage, Lei Lei, etc., all listened quietly to this drumbeat, and the smile on their faces gradually converged, and replaced by unprecedented calm and secret surging Killing intent!
The sage of Tiankui swayed his sleeves, and a huge ghost hammer appeared in his hand, and he carried it on his shoulder.
"Go!"
He said with a deep voice, Ziyun rose under his feet, holding him to the sky.
At the same time, Fang Yuan also threw drumsticks, and together with several other sages and old man Lei, set foot together for nine days.
Rumble!
The air machine hit the seat, the road oscillated, the streamer was sharpened, and the path swept away in one direction.
Within Xiaoleitai, countless apprentices of Leizhou, or the inspectors and elders of the Xianmeng, at this time, they all bowed their heads in unison, and bowed their heads toward the streamer, and saluted, The voice is low: "Give a few saints to exorcise!"
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Far away in the north, among the ice and snow, the sword head of the Xijianchi sits quietly on the top of a snowy mountain. After facing the seven young people in front of him, he finished the last experience and heard the faint drum sound. He sighed softly and slowly stood up. A boy beside him brought a sword and his hands to him. He took the sword and whispered, "It's time to do the right thing..."
The figure turned into a sword light and disappeared into the void instantly. The seven swordsmen behind him all saluted.
Huangzhou Jiuzhongtian, Emperor Jiuzhongtian had been entangled in Houshan alone for a long time, but when the last drum sound came, he only sighed and said "No time to wait", and then no matter when he was visiting the prince and grandson outside, he suddenly flew into the sky. Go, the imperial mighty.
"I should do the right thing!"
In Demon Edge Eight Wastelands City, the white robe Zhanxian Ren Longdan bundled up a worn black armor and raised a spear.
Facing the dark clouds, he drank sharply and rose into the sky.
The black clouds were torn apart as the figure passed, revealing the bright sun behind the clouds!
"Old ancestors, this matter, I should go!"
On the Island of Forgetting Love in the South China Sea, Bai Shiniang, holding her hands, stopped in front of the old ancestor who was holding the dragon head.
"You are not qualified enough, this battle, I can only go!"
The old ancestor of Forgotten Island sneered~EbookFREE.me~ directly pulled the Baishi Niangniang, strode into the air, there is a little bit of old state, the silence of the void, there is only one old man's sad background, and a sentence : "Baishi, from today on, you are the lord of the forgotten island!"
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On Donghuang Mountain, Donghuangshan Daozi wide robe with slow sleeves stood on the top of the mountain.
"You can't go!"
In front of him, the guardian of Donghuang Mountain looked cold, as if he was ordering, not persuading.
"I also know that East Huangshan cannot be absent in this battle!"
The Mountain Guardian of Donghuang Mountain has never been there for a moment, like this time: "So, I will replace Donghuang Mountain in the past, you still have to stay here, continue to live, derive a complete avenue, and lead the future world! Like I said to you before, I will come to the blame, and the reputation will be yours, and the death will come to me, and the world will be yours!"
"This is the responsibility of my guardian!"