Fang Junmei and Feng Taiping watched from a distance, their eyes flashing.

"How about this today? You and I, we will divide the competition in the future!"

Feng Taiping took the lead in opening his mouth and said: "If we continue to fight like this, we won't be able to tell the winner, if they call a large group of monks, or even the Spirit Ancestor monks, you and I will be finished!"

Fang Junmei groaned when he heard this.

I have to admit that I can only go here today, this Taiping is indeed a strong opponent, whether it is scheming or judging the situation, it is first-class.

"Of course there is no problem, but Your Excellency still needs to make an oath to me, otherwise even if he is chased by a Spirit Ancestor level monk, I will not care about him, I will stare you to death, and everyone will be finished together!"

Fang Jun said sharply, his expression resolute and crazy.

"You want me to let you go from now on, that's impossible, what belongs to me, I must take it back!"

Feng Taiping's expression was equally resolute and crazy.

Fang Junmei shook his head and smiled.

"You want to rob, although you come to rob, but there is one thing - you must not calculate my relatives and friends, only come to me, I want you to make a vow to me today!"

It turned out to be this plan.

Feng Taiping came over suddenly, and also groaned.

"If Your Excellency refuses to stand, then no one will want to live, wait for the Spirit Ancestors of the Hundred Clans to come and kill us and rob our treasure, Your Excellency can try it and see if I will be crazy enough to do such a thing!"

Fang Jun's eyebrows snorted again, his gaze became more and more frenzied, exerting mental pressure on the other party.

......

Time passed little by little, and the longer it dragged on, the more unfavorable it was for the two.

Fang Junmei seemed to really don't care, dragging the other party and continuing to fight frantically, making Feng Taiping's eyes full of depression.

"Okay, this oath, I will give it to you!"

After a while, Feng Taiping really bowed his head.

Since he agreed, he said nothing more, and made an oath.

Rumble!

The thunder has blown up, and God swears.

Whew!

The two didn't say much, they collected the magic weapon together, and fled in two directions.

Another confrontation between the two can be regarded as a dead end.

......

In the distance, the remaining wolf clan monk, seeing the two of them fleeing, hesitated for a while, looking like they wanted to chase but didn't dare to chase.

After struggling for a while, he chased him out, and chose the direction of Feng Taiping!

The fight just now, on the surface, it seemed that Feng Taiping was more difficult, at least Fang Junmei did not dodge or dodge, of course he was chasing weakly.

Feng Taiping's eyes flashed!

Fang Junmei on the other side laughed, but he didn't expect anyone to really help him slaughter Feng Taiping.

......

Fang Junmei fled wildly.

After flying for most of the day, he opened up the cave, quickly changed his clothes, ate another Yirong Dan, changed his appearance again, and continued to fly into the distance, still going to the nine holes of the open sky.

This time, he didn't plan to stay in a place where monks gathered, after all, the body of the human race could not be disguised.

The news that he and Feng Taiping possessed the best innate spirit treasure spread...... Most of the Terran monks in this area are about to start suffering!

And Feng Taiping's oath can only restrict him to the realm of human ancestors, and Fang Junmei must also solve this opponent as soon as possible.

......

The bloody wind and rain began to spread in the Hundred Clans Sacred Domain.

Wolf monks, start going crazy!

Looking for Terran monks everywhere, especially the male Terrans in the middle of the human realm, after finding them, they will be killed!

This bloody storm and other races are inexplicable, just an important monk of the wolf clan, who was slaughtered by the human race, and did not dig deeper.

And Fang Junmei had already left that area far away, and rushed to the barrier of the world non-stop.

......

Thirty or forty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, the wind in front of me suddenly became stronger, and the wind was mixed with a slight spatial ripple, as if there was a spatial tuyere ahead.

"It's finally here!"

The way of the void, a slender middle-aged man, said quietly, full of wind and frost after a long journey.

It's Fang Junmei!

Except for him, there was not a single shadow of a living creature in the void in all directions, not even a small gravel island.

This is a desolate and desolate void land, and the heavens and the earth are gray.

......

In fact, since a few years ago, the place where Fang Junmei came over has become more and more desolate, and most of the creatures in the four major clan domains are concentrated in the central aura rich area.

This also means that unless it is to pay homage to the Nine Holes of the Open Heaven, or to comprehend the way of space, there are basically no monks here, but Fang Junmei still does not dare to be careless.

......

Woo woo –

Continuing to move forward, the wind was obviously louder, and it was quite rhythmic, like the whistle of a high and low ship, as if calling the people on the shore to go up and take the boat to a new world.

The stronger the wind, the greater the waves in space.

The void that went forward began to shake the spatial nodes, and it was no longer possible to cast the Heavenly Step. In order to pass as soon as possible, Fang Junmei began to go around to the side to avoid this wind of space.

......

Fly.

Keep flying.

After flying for more than ten days, the nine holes in the open sky finally appeared at the end of the distant line of sight.

The gray void world is like a huge and boundless obscure painting, and nine more openings have been opened on the canvas.

The nine irregular openings, not like a sword split, but as if they were blasted out by a fist, are in a rough shape that explodes, and the size of each one is at least ten thousand zhang high, arranged in the shape of nine palaces.

There is no sign of a single closing!

But according to the Wind Master, these nine holes are actually closing slowly, but slowly to the naked eye, and it may take tens of millions of years.

......

The wind of gray space flowed out of the nine holes, as if the embankment had burst and leaked out nine rushing gray rivers, mighty and galloping into the distance.

When it flows out, it is still separated by the nine paths, and the farther it goes, the more it converges together, but the spatial turbulence in it is that some are more urgent, and some are slower.

Fang Junmei stood in the side direction, outside the torrent of space, looked at it for a while, and flew forward with a slightly blank gaze.

As if subconsciously, his mind shook inexplicably.

I always feel something, but I can't say what it is.

......

Keep moving forward.

The closest hole, getting closer and closer!

"Definitely shattered by fist attacks...... It turns out that the great god of opening the sky likes to use his fists......"

Fang Junmei stared at the jagged edge of the crack and muttered again.

His combat experience is already very rich, and he doesn't know how many spatial cracks he has seen.

I don't know how long later, I froze the figure.