The sun and the moon pass, time flies, and I don't know how many years have passed.

On the oasis of eternal life, there is a mountain range called Xianyu, which is named because it resembles a pair of huge wings with outstretched wings.

There are a lot of spiritual mountain treasures in the mountains, which attracted a lot of monks to come here to open a sect and establish a mansion, and thus formed a fang market for monks to communicate, called Kaiyang Valley.

On this day, as usual, the monks came and went, noisy and shouting, and in many places, there was a sound of high talk.

The monks who came and went were by no means only the human race, but also the tall and ugly Heavenly Demon Clan, the demonic demon beasts, the spiritual root monks who exuded strong vitality, and the strange monks from the hundred races.

After so many years, various ethnic groups have already begun to blend and intertwine.

Although the Terrans are dissatisfied with other races coming to their own territory, under the premise that there is no huge conflict of interest, they will not fight to the death when they meet, and they are quite amicable on the surface.

......

On the street, a young man in white watched with interest.

It was Fang Junmei, who had just come out of the customs, and the level of this Fang City was not too high, so Fang Junmei restrained his breath, so as not to attract too much attention.

Although there were many monks in the city, there was not a single acquaintance.

After walking for a while, he entered a shop and inquired about all kinds of news, which was one of his good habits.

"The passage to the Heavenly Demon Sanctuary is wide open...... I think it's about 80,000 years old. ”

The shopkeeper said.

Fang Junmei nodded slightly, calculating in his heart.

After counting the 10,000 years he spent in the poisonous world, as well as the 10,000 years he walked in the misty oasis, he probably cultivated for about 60,000 years in total.

If it weren't for the help of Zhou Tian's sword pattern, it would have taken about 180,000 years to reach the middle stage of the Zhiren.

It will take five times as long to reach the later stage of the human race...... That is, 900,000 years?

Thinking of this, it's a wry smile!

Fortunately, there is a small and small Zhou sword pattern!

"The path of cultivation, the more you go forward, the more terrifying the time it takes, and the huge gap in mana can crush people to death!

And for such a long time, I don't know how many times the vicissitudes of life have passed.

There is no time to cultivate the truth, and it is not false at all.

......

I asked about the time, and then I asked about all kinds of important things.

This shopkeeper has the realm of the middle stage of the ancestral aperture, which is not high, and he may not have left the immortal oasis, but in the exchanges at the ancestral aperture level, he knows a little.

It's nothing more than fighting.

It's nothing more than a treasure hunt.

It's nothing more than a scramble after the opening of the secret realm.

Fang Junmei combed through them one by one, and found that it had nothing to do with him, and he no longer cared about it.

......

"Do you know where there is a suitable place to perceive the way of space?"

Fang Junmei asked again.

"The senior asked the right person!"

The shopkeeper patted his thigh and said, already sensing the unfathomable aura of Fang Junmei's breath.

"In the far west of our Immortal Oasis, there is a place called the Ancient Sand Sea, which is said to be a remnant of the ancient war, where the heavens and the earth are very chaotic and the space is turbulent. Many monks like to go there to understand the way of space. ”

After speaking, he immediately added: "But I have heard that there are few who succeed, but there are many who have died. ”

Fang Junmei nodded slightly, asked him for a detailed map jade slip, and then asked, "Is there any auction meeting to be held recently?"

"I've never heard of that. ”

It doesn't make sense!

The protagonists in other books have auctions everywhere they go, and the auction time is just as good as their whereabouts, just waiting for them to come!

Fang Junmei scratched his scalp and muttered in his heart.

The shopkeeper said: "In our Immortal Feather Mountain, although there is an auction once every 10,000 years, most of the things auctioned are no longer suitable for the seniors, and the seniors are only afraid to go to those more prosperous oases to find it." ”

Fang Junmei nodded again.

After inquiring about other news, he left a piece of fairy jade and left.

After going out, without delay, he stepped out of the sky and flew straight to the direction of the ancient sand sea.

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This way, it is a gallop.

I didn't stop much on the road, but it still took five or six years to reach the ancient sand sea.

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From afar, I saw that dark world.

The wind and sand seemed to blow up the clouds, so high that it was out of reach with the naked eye, and it was unusually thick, like the fog of yellow sand, tumbling violently.

Getting closer, the feeling of spatial ripples came.

Fang Jun's eyebrows were clear, and he swept it away.

It was also strange that something like a spatial opening appeared in the depths of the mist of yellow sand, and it was also strange that there was no healing, as if there was some power hidden in those flying yellow sands that made them unable to heal.

The earth below was torn apart, crisscrossed by huge cracks, and it was also densely covered with spatial cracks, and when the divine consciousness went there, it was swallowed.

At a glance, there was no other figure in sight.

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Fang Jun's eyebrows flashed, and he continued to move forward, feeling the power of the spatial waves.

After making sure that he could withstand it, he finally plunged into the mist of yellow sand and felt the abnormality of the space.

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The way of space is so difficult.

But in the eyes of Fang Junmei, who has understood the way of the first five spaces, he is just an invisible fish in space, playing mischievously.

Or writhing around.

Or flickering.

......

Fang Junmei's eyes were like electricity, observing and thinking.

From these appearances, what exactly does it mean to be the essence of space?

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The white figure, walking alone in the world of wind and sand.

Day by day, month by month.

The spatial path contained in this ancient sand sea was roughly equivalent to the chaotic mountains of the Southern Sacred Domain, and it seemed that there was no spatial phase path, let alone give Fang Junmei more inspiration.

Disappointment gradually arose in my heart.

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Boom –

On this day, while still walking and searching, in the depths of the yellow sand ahead, a huge rumbling sound suddenly came, as if someone was fighting.

Fang Jun's eyebrows flashed, he fixed his figure, and probed in the direction of the fight.

All the way through, there are still spatial cracks everywhere, the wind of space blowing from inside, and the divine consciousness needs to change direction from time to time and pay attention to dodging.

After leaning out for more than sixty miles, I finally saw the sound from which it began.

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In the mist of yellow sand in the sky, a monk who looked like an old man was practicing his supernatural powers.

Sixty or seventy years old, white beard and white hair, but born very strong, with big shoulders and round waist, bare upper body, muscle bumps all over his body, and a brave tiger.

Wide-faced, cross-nosed, full of red light, although there are no edges and corners, but there is a heavy temperament like the earth, and in the two eyes, the gray space is full of smoke.

As for the realm, like Fang Junmei, it is also in the middle of the world.

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This old man is a knife cultivator, a golden long knife dances, the wind and clouds are turbulent, and the weather is thousands.