Troubled Keshou nodded and said, "I understand my uncle's state of mind, the things in the cultivation realm are much more complicated than the mortal world, and they are not at all something that can be said clearly by simple words of good and evil." ”

After speaking, he said: "The master also often taught me that when I go out for a walk, I don't understand the situation, and I don't want to meddle in other people's fights casually." ”

Fang Junmei nodded slightly, and said with a deep gaze: "Not only that, but I also have other things in my own Dao heart. Sometimes, when I can destroy those demons and evil things immediately, but I don't want to use them to carry out my calculations...... The further you go on the path of monasticism, the more you want. The more killings I've seen, the more I'm worried. ”

"It's all human nature, uncle doesn't have to think too much, it's benevolent and holy, and it's also selfish. ”

Troubled times Keshou comforted.

Fang Junmei couldn't let go, shook his head and said, "My current Dao Heart is known as the Immortal Dao Heart, but I'm afraid it's not as unswerving as I once thought. ”

In troubled times, I don't know how to answer.

"In the last 100 years, I once again feel that there seems to be a shadow on my mind, a flaw. It should be because I have been beaten by someone else before. ”

Fang Junmei said again, as if talking to himself, he had already begun to notice.

Troubled Ke Shou's eyes flashed, and he said, "Uncle Junmei, it's better for you to wait until the master comes back and let him help you think of a way." ”

Fang Junmei groaned when he heard this.

After a while, he still shook his head and said, "No, my own affairs are still solved by myself, I hope this flaw can help me open the door to the three changes of the Dao heart." ”

Troubled Times nodded.

"Keshou, since your master gave you this name, I hope you will do better than me and your father in the future. ”

Fang Junmei said again.

"I will live up to your expectations of Master, Dad, and Uncle Junmei!"

Troubled times replied.

After chatting for a while, Fang Junmei finally said goodbye on this day and went on the journey again.

......

Of the four jade slips, only one remained, and it was sent to the Western Saint Alliance.

After hitting the road, it's stop-and-go again.

It took me another fifty or sixty years to come all the way, but I still haven't found that opportunity.

......

On this day, we finally arrived at the Thousand Rivers Domain, where the Western Holy Alliance was located.

The monks of the Four Holy Alliances gather in different places, and the scenery is different, and this thousand river basin is also a unique scene.

High in the middle of the earth, there is a bottomless spring gushing out of the mountain, from all directions of the mountain, rushing down, passing through the countless side peaks of the main peak, and then to the plain at the foot of the mountain, becoming hundreds of rivers, spreading branches and leaves like winding into the distance.

Towering Mount Kinabalu.

Endless meadows.

There are also hundreds of turquoise ribbon-like rivers.

It was painted into a magnificent and vast mountain and river scene, which was presented in Fang Junmei's eyes, this was the Thousand Rivers Domain where the Western Saint Alliance was located.

The place where the monks live is the sacred mountain called Taiwang, and the surrounding side peaks.

From a distance, between the valleys and streams, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and the light comes and goes, and the immortal scene is prosperous, which is not inferior to the other three places.

......

The person in charge of the Western Saint Alliance is outstanding, and the place where he lives is naturally the peak of Taiwang Peak.

When I got to the peak, I reported again, and I soon saw this old man.

A middle-aged man like a silver hook iron painting, very stylish, tall and slender, with big hands and feet, looking like he was in his forties, but he had white hair, tiger eyes and a halberd beard, bright eyes, and amazing spirit.

Wearing a silver robe, the whole person is like a beautiful long sword, heroic, arrogant, heroic, very attractive!

The last jade slip was finally delivered.

After a brief question, Zhuo Jue also let Fang Junmei leave.

......

The streets are crooked, and the monks come and go like chariots and horses.

The Fang City in the Thousand Rivers Valley, like the other three major alliances, is extremely prosperous, full of monks, and the realm is of varying heights.

Fang Junmei wandered around the market, looking for a familiar figure.

......

When he was in the Western Sacred Domain, the one who was most familiar with him was, of course, a whale rider, and now this person doesn't know where he is.

As for the Tianhe Dao people, whether they later impacted the Supreme Human Realm, or even the Ancestral Realm, Fang Junmei also didn't know at all.

The old enemy Zhuang Daoyuan, what is going on now, I don't know.

Even if the three of them have reached the supreme realm, they may not necessarily be rolling around on the side of the Western Saint Alliance.

And if there is no major event that sensationalizes the Central Sacred Domain, or even the Four Great Clans, I am afraid it will be difficult to gather these monks together.

......

I stayed for more than ten days in a row, and I didn't meet any familiar monks, nor did I buy anything, but I heard a lot of news, and I heard a lot of it, and I had to say whether it was useful or not.

On this day, Fang Junmei finally hit the road again and continued to look for the opportunity for the transformation of the Dao Heart.

From here, there is no clear direction, and where to go counts.

......

On the journey again, it is walking in the vast world.

Walk to the place where there are living beings, leave your figure, turn into a mortal, blend into the crowd, stay for decades, and if nothing happens, go on the road again.

This process is painful and contradictory.

You must know that if you don't succeed in your understanding, all you waste is a great cultivation time, and you have to waste thousands of years of great cultivation time.

Only at this moment will I realize more deeply how precious something like the Extreme Evil Pill is!

......

Over and over again, over and over again.

There were too many monks walking on this road, and Fang Junmei often found that other monks who also hid their aura and perception looked at each other and smiled bitterly, but they were all right.

......

It's a hundred years in the blink of an eye.

Fang Junmei once again left a place where he had stayed for more than ten years and flew into the distance.

Ahead, there is a vast sea of sand.

The earth seemed to be dead, a dead gray earth, not feeling the breath of life, and the aura in the air was pitiful and stretched for countless miles.

The huge chasm, like a scar, stretched across the earth, some of which were bottomless at all, revealing the smell of new or old fighting.

Whew-

The wind blew, and the sky was full of dead gray sandstorms, which were very strong.

Dead silence, desolation.

Vast, vast.

......

Fang Junmei flew to the point where the mana consumption was a little severe, and landed in a barren mountain in this sea of sand, opened up the cave, drilled into it, and recovered.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight days have passed.

Rustle –

On this day, the cave shook violently suddenly, and the forbidden qi on the cave wall tumbled, and the earth rustled down.

Fang Junmei opened his eyes, glanced at it a little helplessly, he didn't have to guess to know that there was a fight nearby, he groaned slightly, and withdrew the ban.

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