Chapter 1841: space

The situation of Honghuang was deadlocked, Huang Tiannan didn't wait for reinforcements, and Huanyu didn't wait too. Honghuang seemed to be forgotten and nobody paid attention.
These scenarios are the best for two people, one is Huang Tiannan and the other is Fang Bai.
In the process of unifying the six states, Huang Tiannan conquered some small worlds, and all of them created his place of faith, and the power of faith grew day and night.
The stars are all over the sky, all eyes are on the horizon, the divine thoughts are suddenly dispersed, and the feeling that the mind is immersed in the heavens and the earth is indescribable.
The howling rose into the sky, echoing the Quartet, Qingyuan melodious!
After a long time, Fang Bai stopped and took out a purple jade plate.
There has been no news in Huanyu these years. I can't help but admire him. What's the point of consuming it with Huang Tiannan?
After more than a hundred years, the so-called reinforcements will not come, it must be hopeless.
"Is there something wrong there?"
When I heard Huanyu said that there was a war there, but depending on the situation, the war has not ended, otherwise, Huanyu could not wait to assist the soldiers, Huang Tiannan would surely speed up his hands.
It may not be a good thing to stay deadlocked so that you have time to become stronger.
At this moment, Fang Bai suddenly remembered that there was still a soul in Qingmu Ding, and maybe he could get some relevant news from him.
Thinking of this, Fang Bai's thoughts spread out, speeding northward, and after a moment, he landed in a small valley, found a hidden cave, and walked in.
Entered Aoki Ding and found the spirit of the white-haired old man. His 80-year captivity has not resolved his suffocation. When Fang Bai came in, he said loudly, "Boy, do you know what you are doing?"
Fang Bai couldn't help laughing, at this time he was still playing sideways, I don't know if he can get sideways after a while.
"Let's make a deal, tell me what I want to know, and give you a happy way to die."
"So brave!"
The white-haired old man said angrily, "You can't release the old man soon, otherwise you will die terribly!"
Fang Bai suddenly felt dull and indifferent: "If you still pretend to be stupid like this, we have nothing to talk about. I don't know if your spirit can hold the thunder hammer."
"you…"
The white-haired old man was speechless for a while, even though he was a spirit soul, he could still feel that he was trembling. It seemed that he knew the thunder hammer.
Fang Bai was very satisfied and smiled. "That's right. Talk about things other than Hong Huang, as long as it is different from Hong Huang, I want to know."
The white-haired old man suddenly quieted down. He was just dying and struggling. He knew he was struggling without hope, futile, completely dead, and kept silent.
Fang Bai frowned lightly, too lazy to talk to him nonsense, Divine thought passed through the space, Mo Quli quickly rushed, glanced at Fang Bai, the peak of the sixfold spirit, his eyes were full of shock.
"Brother Mo, use your thunder hammer for a while." Fang Bai said, looking at the spirit of the white-haired old man with a grin.
Mo Qu's centrifugal clever understanding, Thor's hammer emerged out of thin air, and didn't say much, hitting it with a hammer.
The red thunder was densely covered, and the spirit of the white-haired old man was shrouded in an instant. The screams screamed loudly, echoing the space.
Fang Bai-collar has taught the power of the thunder hammer, and the soul without physical protection. Where can I stop the thunder hammer, imagine the pain and smile of the white-haired old man!
Ahhhh!
The screams kept screaming for a moment, and the spirit of the white-haired old man trembled madly, the figure disappeared from time to time, and sometimes he agglomerated.
"Boy, you must die!"
The white-haired old man roared angrily, now this is the only way he can attack Fang Bai.
Fang Bai smiled slightly, "Thank you for your concern, but now you should care about yourself."
Maybe refining the soul directly may be simpler and more effective, but it will inevitably cause a loss of memory. Fang Bai thinks this is also good, depending on when he can persist.
Mo Quli's expression was cold, and Thor's hammer was dropped two or three times in a row.
The patience of the white-haired man was somewhat unexpected, and after nearly half an hour, he finally couldn't hold it, and said loudly, "Stop, stop, I said."
No need for Fang Bai to speak. Mo Quli put away the thunder hammer, the red thunder and lightning disappeared, the white-haired old man was extremely weak, and his cold eyes were full of resentment. If his eyes could kill, Fang Bai had died countless times.
At this point Fang Bai was not in a hurry, quietly waiting for the gray-haired old man to speak.
There is a world beyond the flood, and it is a more powerful world. Fang Bai knew this early and was prepared.
But even so, Fang Bai was stunned by what the white-haired old man said.
It turned out that the stars in the night sky are stars.
The star is a brand-new concept. The old man with white hair described it for a long time, and it was not easy for Fang Bai and Mo Quli to understand that the so-called star is equivalent to a world.
While the white-haired old man said that the circular stars, suspended in the vast universe, existed in such a way, Fang Bai was somewhat unacceptable.
There is nothingness in the world. There is nothingness between different worlds. It has always been so.
Now let the white-haired old man say that everything is so incredible, how can he understand?
Cultivation outside is much the same. Refining the world on the flood side, refining the stars on the outside, the stars are a more mature world with too much power.
Suddenly, Fang Bai's mind was not enough, and only the words completely disrupted his cognition. No wonder Huanyu refused to say it. The truth was so unacceptable.
"So what kind of existence is Honghuang? What kind of existence is this world?" Fang Bai was puzzled, and finally the old man with white hair gave the answer.
The white-haired old man was weak and murmured: "It is speculated that the flood shortage is a universe that is still gestating and has not completely evolved."
"what?"
Fang Bai's complexion changed again. I have to say that this speculation is very reasonable. Since refining the Halloween continent and then refining the famine, his understanding of the world has become more profound.
There also seems to be an illusion. The world seems to be a child constantly growing. If he said that the world would one day grow into a star, then it would be a complete universe.
"This…"
Fang Bai couldn't help crying. Although cruel, he believed that this was the answer closest to the truth. In this way, all doubts could be made sense.
So, what is the intention of Huang Tiannan, not for Yu King Jiuding!