At the junction of the northern part of the earth and the Turkic steppe, one of the most famous forbidden places in the north of the earth, there is a space crack more than 100 zhang long in the depths of the ancient forest of Fengyuan, which is so dark that people don't know where to go.

This spatial rift has been quite stable since it was formed, and it has not changed for more than a hundred years, but not long ago, that spatial rift began to be unstable again, and there was a faint tendency to spread outward.

Not only that, there are also invisible small space cracks taking shape around, piling up layer after layer, counting more than 100 layers, dense and ubiquitous, forming a natural barrier, not to mention the Yuan Infant Period, even the Transformation Period, don't want to break out of it.

And in the depths of this spatial crack, in an ancient world where I don't know the level, a young man in a green robe with a slightly dark face sits on a magic altar, holding a special magic trick in his hand, and an extremely sharp sword aura looms around his body.

The sharp aura on this young man's body was so sharp that when he looked at it from a distance, people couldn't look directly, and his eyes were consciously stabbed by countless fine needles, and tears couldn't help but flow down.

The young man sat on the stone platform, in front of him there was a small pine tree half a zhang high, flowing with innate Dao rhyme, nine Hongmeng chaotic atmosphere, and there was a small pine tower the size of a fist at the top of the pine tree.

The young man under the tree was holding the magic trick in his hand, his face was full of indifference, and he only had a light and faint aura of a Taoist master, but his appearance of a Taoist master did not last long, and he was broken by a little girl with big black eyes and more than ten small pigtails.

The six or seven-year-old smart little girl jumped over, and a bear hugged and jumped on the young man's body, like a koala, no matter how he pulled it, he kept laughing and giggling and rubbing the young man's head.

"Okay, leisurely, come down quickly, the master still has to retreat!" Han Ming said softly and helplessly.

"No, no!" The little girl shook her head vigorously, still holding Han Ming's neck, and didn't let go, "The master has been in retreat for so long, and he won't play with me." ”

Han Ming shook his head helplessly and smiled, put the little girl on his shoulder, got up gently, lightly touched his eyebrows, forced out a dark golden essence blood and dripped it on the small pine tower, and then raised his feet and walked into the distance.

Han Ming couldn't remember how many years he had been waiting in this Xuantian Ancient Realm, anyway, there must have been more than a hundred years, and finally it was at the last moment, the Songta was greatly reduced in maturity time under the urging of those few grains of strange spiritual sand, and now it was about to mature after all!

At the same time, this small world of Xuantian Ancient Realm with a high level has also come to the brink of collapse, thinking that more than a hundred years ago, this Xuantian Ancient Realm was still half the size of the north, but now except for this desert with Xuantian pine trees, everything else has collapsed into nothingness.

The dark green wooden sword obtained from the Fallen Immortal Origin was also completely shattered, and the innate origin essence was absorbed by the Xuantian Pine Tree, Han Ming faintly sensed that this pine tree not only lost the origin that had been extracted by the Grinding World Disk before, but also had a lot of surplus, and in this way, it completed some kind of mysterious and mysterious transformation.

Over the years, Han Ming first swallowed a Colorful Root Replenishing Pill, and had been guarding this Xuantian Little Pine Tree, cultivating under its protection, and he didn't know if it was the powerful medicinal effect of the Colorful Root Replenishing Pill, or the surrounding Yuan Qi and Spiritual Qi were strong enough, or if it was some other unknown function, his cultivation was completely a thousand miles a day, and he had advanced to the middle stage as early as a few decades!

And now he is already at the mid-level level, but this is only the strength on the surface, Han Ming asked himself, if he was given enough metallic spiritual materials, now he would be able to compete with the original Heavenly Demon Corpse Feng Chu, at least in the flesh, he could even overpower the other party!

As for the little guy on his shoulder, he was the heir of the Xiaoice Phoenix more than a hundred years ago, when Xiaoice Phoenix died under the Heavenly Demon Corpse Death Spell, leaving only this little egg.

This little guy has consumed a lot of valuable spiritual grass, and it is not easy to cook and eat it when he carries it with him, but he is the descendant of the third son of Tailun, Han Ming asked himself if he still can't do that kind of thing.

Han Ming saw that the little egg had been nourished with spirit stones on his body, and as a result, he was raised and hatched, Han Ming originally thought that it would be a Xiaoice phoenix, but it turned out to be a half-demon, a little girl with black jewel-like eyes, and a pair of small white wings on her back.

Since it was hatched, Han Ming couldn't keep throwing it in the spirit beast bag, but as soon as this little girl came out, she was very clingy to him, and in desperation, she had to take time to teach her some words and a little common sense after cultivating.

At the beginning, he had promised Xiaoice Phoenix to take care of this little Xiaoice Phoenix, so Han Ming thought about it and gave her the name Kun Youran and took in the third disciple.

I thought it would be difficult to bring a little guy, but I didn't expect this little guy to not cry or make trouble, he just likes to laugh, which also made Han Ming's boring cultivation a lot more interesting, and made Han Ming faintly spoil this little girl.

"Master, where are we going, continue to patrol the mountains!" The little girl snapped her big eyes, very excited, whenever the master was not cultivating, she was the happiest, and she could follow the master around.

"Patrol the mountain!" Han Ming nodded and continued to walk forward, now the pine tree is about to mature, the shortest is more than ten years, and the longest is only a few decades!

The dark green wooden sword had been shattered, and he had to go to the edge of this broken small world to probe it, and according to the records in the refining artifact, he would deduce the ripe time of the Xuantian Pine Tower, as well as the specific moment when that opportunity would come!

Now Han Ming faintly had some guesses, and had some vague cognition of the refining innate weapon, he faintly felt that this refining innate weapon was extremely extraordinary, the real essence was not the innate spiritual root as a sacrificial product, it seemed to be just an introduction, and the real sacrificial thing was a world.

In other words, the real strength of refining the innate weapon is the last stage of the imitation of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, not the previous innate spiritual root, when a world collapses is the most powerful time, that kind of return to the light will make some supreme rules, the Great Dao burst out, and this is the best moment for refining the innate weapon to get close to the origin of the world, at this time the supreme rules of heaven and earth will emerge and can be copied!

Originally, this rule of heaven and earth should have been copied and engraved by the grinding world, but now that the grinding disk has been abducted by the blood spider, and the innate weapon array has risen again, the only beneficiary is the nine-story pine tower!

The true essence of refining innate weapons will be the nine-story pine tower to undertake!

These are the creations of the Nine-Story Pine Tower, and Han Ming has been waiting for his own creation over the years, that is, the relics of heaven and earth before the collapse of heaven and earth, and there is only one sentence mentioned in the refining innate weapon, but there are more than ten words.

Before a world collapses, there will be a return to the light to give the last gift to the creatures of this world, and this Xuantian Ancient Realm is extremely high in level, and it is also extremely ancient, far stronger than the human world, if it completely collapses, the grace is unimaginable.

Han Ming is waiting, waiting for this heaven and earth blessing.

Han Ming originally thought that he would inherit the relics of heaven and earth, so he had to open the altar, burn incense and pray, and show his 'determination' to the heavens, but the result was beyond his expectations, refining the innate artifact just to show that it was good to keep the innate artifact, and at that time, the heaven and earth vitality that the innate artifact did not need would naturally be blessed.

This is simple, Han Ming can save trouble, just walk around and see when this world will collapse, and when it collapses, it is the time when the nine-story pine tower matures, and it is also the moment when the blessings of heaven and earth sweep in!

Han Ming walked around, and easily found that the world was already on the verge of collapse, there were already many spatial cracks around, and looking into the distance, he could faintly see the spatial storm.

In more than ten years, it should be over!

"Leisurely, look over there, remember that place, that is where you were born!" Han Ming pointed to a clearing in the distance and said softly, that is not another place, it is the place where Xiaoice Feng spent her life to help the little girl regain her life.

"Birth, didn't you pop out of the egg!" the little girl said innocently.

"You jumped out of the egg, but the egg was born by your mother!" Han Ming rubbed the little girl's head, consciously giving her the right to know that proud Xiaoice Feng, a great mother who was enough for him to respect.

"Mother, what is that, where is she?" asked the little girl, sucking her fingers, puzzled.

"Without a mother, there would be no leisure!" Han Ming's head was a little big, she had been patronizing her cultivation over the years, and she had neglected to discipline these three disciples, but she didn't know anything.

Han Ming was thinking about finding a suitable 'master' for her after returning to the Ascending Star Sect and taking her to cultivate.

The little girl nodded as if she didn't understand, and then she hugged Han Ming's head again, and said with a smile: "Then the master also jumped out of the egg?

Han Ming was stunned when he heard this, and wanted to shake his head and say that he didn't come out of the egg, but after thinking about it, when he first cultivated the Three Corpses Duel, he did come out of the egg, but who gave birth to that egg?

As for the human body, the person who gave birth to him has been dead for hundreds of years, and he still vaguely remembers himself, the teenage little doll dared to go out to find immortals, and his parents must be extremely worried, with his mother's temperament, he must not be able to wipe his tears!

"Forget it, just remember your mother's relatives leisurely!" Han Ming carried the little girl and walked towards the distance with his feet raised, while the little girl couldn't help but glance back, watching countless spatial cracks slowly spread.

Thinking that it won't be long before that side will be completely swallowed up by the space crack, and the world here will collapse, except for a few people, no one knows that there is a Xiaoice Phoenix who has lived from ancient times to the present, and died in the hands of a heavenly corpse, dead silently!