Chapter 1909: Sweeping Nothingness

Before setting off, Fang Bai expected that this was a tedious thing, and it turned out that it was more complicated than he thought.
Eighty years have passed, and there are 1,500 saints following him. Not to mention Fang Bai, even Xiang Ye and others can't stand it.
Wouldn't it take more than two hundred years to continue at this speed?
Thinking of this, Fang Bai had a terrible headache and was enthusiastic about establishing a foundation. Could he just give up?
When they looked at Xiang Ye and others, they almost cried.
"You wouldn't be so ruthless, right?" Xiang Yan asked cautiously.
Wei Chen also had a bitter smile on his face, and everyone looked forward to it.
Keke!
Fang Bai was a little embarrassed and murmured: "Yes, the foundation of Huang Tiannan's faith must be uprooted. It is too slow to go down like this ..."
"Okay!"
Xiang Ye nodded again and again, "I can't hide from hiding, but I have a condition."
"Say!" Fang Bai laughed.
Xiang Yan said fiercely: "Last time!"
"no problem!"
Fang Bai agreed very happily, and arranged these people properly. After two or three hundred years, two thousand gods will emerge from the temple of war. By then, he still needs his own hands? You don't need Xiangyu to run around.
"I'm so miserable!"
Xiang Ye said with a bitter smile. The jade slips taken by Fang Bai were all the maps carved by the small world that saved time and effort.
The speed of the saint is too slow. Fortunately, there is a treasure in space. Xiang Ye and his party disappear into the depths of nothingness. Fang Bai frowned slightly and continued to sweep.
Jiuyang Shenzong's more than 1,000 gods in the late period of power, how nearly 200 years of faith foundation, how easy to clean up?
Now he's on his own, just to find out how the small world destroyed the foundation of faith, and how fast it is faster.
At that time, Huang Tiannan hunted down and wiped out 3,000 small worlds in just 55 years. Now, more than 300 small worlds have been found in the past 80 years.
Without any obstacles, Fang Bai's speed increased to the extreme, and the divine thought swept through nothingness. He found a small world one by one. While the foundation of Huang Tiannan's faith was uprooted, a new map was carved into Yujian.
These are the future of the Temple of War. The future depends on themselves, and everything cannot be done in vain.
If it were not for the eradication of Huang Tiannan's belief, he would not have to do so.
No one knows how many small worlds hide nothing. Fang Bai is now fast. It is not a problem to fly billions of miles a day in this nothingness. How far can I fly in decades?
Even so, there is no end in nothingness.
At this moment, Fang Bai is deeply aware of the vastness of the universe. This is an immature universe, and how vast the world will be.
Time flies, in order to control the floods, Fang Bai was tired and unknowingly a century later.
Endless speeding and constant destruction, there are more than 7,000 small world maps in Yujian.
Whether the world has been refined, faith has been established, and the records are clear.
With these maps, the future of the Temple of War will become more horrible and full of longing.
Looking at the empty space at the end, Fang Bai sighed softly and murmured: "The rest is left to you to explore."
When the words fell, Fang Bai turned and returned to the famine.
The universe is so vast, and at his current speed, is this also true of the outside world?
Xinsheng yearns, remembering what Meng Biluo said, don't rush to leave Honghuang.
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Fang Bai also understands the importance of floods, and it is not too late to leave after thoroughly controlling the floods.
Twenty years have passed since returning to the famine. Two hundred years have elapsed since Gallo distinguished himself. Divine thoughts spread out and swept across. Nowadays the floods are different from the past.
Take out the purple jade plate and send the message, and soon receive the echo of the sword, Zhongzhou!
The Temple of War and Thunder God Sect, one north and one south, divide Zhongzhou equally.
The foundation of the Temple of War is also built in Zhongzhou, which governs the five states of Qing, Yue, Ning, Lei, and Xun, and is subject to floods.
Of course, in addition to the Thunder King Sect, there is only the Temple of War.
In the history of Honghuang, I do n’t know how many gates there are. At its heyday, there were countless gates and countless gates in only one state.
Now these are gone, all belong to the Temple of War.
After the war, after two hundred years of rest and recuperation, the floods gradually recovered, and the beneficiaries spurred the air of chaos. The heaven and earth aura was more than twice as strong as before.
The changes that followed were extremely significant. Various cultivation resources, such as cultivation talents, elixir, and spiritual stones, were much richer than before. Genius disciples emerged, and batches of strong emerged.
The three states ruled by the demons are no exception, and their strength has developed rapidly, but no one dares to harass the land of the six states. Even the people within the three states are much better than before.
And all this is given by worship Bai!
In the name of the Temple of War, deter the floods!
Unconsciously, the name of the of war Fang Bai began to spread, resounding through the famine!
When he arrived in Zhongzhou, the high-level of the temple of war gathered, Mo Quli was also there, and some familiar faces of Fang Bai, who had fought side by side with the Halloween continent, Meng Yuanshan, Qiu Xiaotian ...
After a long absence, I did not expect to meet again in this way. Today, Meng Yuanshan and Qiu Xiaotian are still the peak of the saints, and the look towards Fang Bai is a bit complicated.
Fang Bai's deeds in the floods have been widely spread all these years, and his reputation is astonishing!
Imagine that in order to compete for the Halloween continent, there can still be competition for strengths and weaknesses.
"Brother Meng! Brother!"
Fang Bai was too late to greet everyone and walked ahead of the two. He couldn't help thinking of the rivers and mountains that had died in battle, and he was more and more sighed.
"Master of the temple!"
Meng Yuanshan and Qiu Xiaotian looked a little excited, and their strength and status would change a person. I did not expect that Fang Bai could still treat them as usual.
Fang Bai asked the two to sit down, and at a glance they saw their problem. Shou Yuan had little left. If you cannot become a god, it will soon be turned into loess.
Qiu Xiaotian is the most dangerous, with more than two hundred years left. Even if he is given a small world, he may not be able to refine unless he establishes a faith and becomes a god.
Meng Yuanshan is better than him. There are still four or five hundred years without accidents, but it still has some time.
Looking at the changes in the two people ’s expressions, Fang Bai was clear at the bottom of his heart, and his thoughts swept away. A jade Jank slowly floated in front of the two, saying, "This is a small world that no one has discovered. It ’s not too far away, so be sure to accept it. "
"This…"
Meng Yuanshan and Qiu Xiaotian glanced at each other, looking at Yujian in front of them, with an excited expression that was difficult for them.
Struggling over the years, I have already given up my hope of becoming a god. If I did n’t want to sit outside the famine, I would have fled the famine.
The news of the establishment of the Temple of War spread, and Fang Bai's name was like thunder, and the two came one after another, hoping to see the white side above and try their luck.
Unexpectedly, Fang Bai could not wait until they were desperate, and Fang Bai returned.
And without them speaking, the opportunity of becoming a is before us.
"The Lord ..."
Qiu Xiaotian felt as if something was stuck, and suddenly he couldn't speak.
Fang Bai smiled. "Did the enemy forget the days when we fought together?"
In the World War I, Qiu Xiaotian contributed a lot, and his strength was also very good. Although he couldn't persist to the end, Fang Bai understands that he has a bright personality and is worthy of deep friendship.
Meng Yuanshan is slightly different. Although he doesn't like Meng Yuanshan a little, Jiang Fang was very impressed. When he heard the news of Jiang Shan's death that year, Fang Bai was very sad.
The old man met, and now he has so many opportunities at hand, rightfully so!
"Thank you!"
Qiu Xiaotian said, unceremoniously put away Yu Jian, turned to look at Meng Yuanshan, the latter said in a deep voice: "Thank you!"
Fang Bai smiled. "If you are interested in joining the Temple of War, please wait at any time. If you want to rebuild the mountain gate, I also fully support it."
Qiu Xiaotian froze and sighed, "Sorry, I cannot join the Temple of War, but I will not rebuild the gate."
"Okay!"
Fang Bai nodded, this matter could not be forced, contrary to the mind of Qiu Xiaotian, he could not rest at ease.
"Thank you, Lord!"
Meng Yuanshan held his fists and saluted, and he had the answer.
Fang Bai smiled and said, "Okay, I won't give two."
Fortunately, Meng Yuanshan said that time was sufficient, but Qiu Xiaotian's time was running out, and he was racing against time.
"Farewell!"
Qiu Xiaotian gave Fang Bai a grateful look, turned and left, and Meng Yuanshan followed.
Everyone at the Temple of War saw all this, looking at Fang Bai's eyes, and changed again.