Fantasy's words directly scared Tushan. Fortunately, when he was not possessed, he could still remember the idea that "fantasy is not here to kill people" that he guessed before, so that he would not have become a wooden man, but fell directly to the ground and became a waste.

"Dao, Daojun..." Tu Shan now wants to use the method of Junyou to show in front of fantasy that he has never thought of doing anything that is not good for the human race, but he can no longer do anything except stuttering such two simple bytes.

Looking at Tushan's appearance, Xuanhuan knew that he had beaten Tushan enough today. I believe that this former demon prime minister already knew that as long as he dared not obey his instructions, or did something extraordinary secretly, what was going on with him? If he really messed with him, with just a small excuse, Xuanhuan could kill all the spirit foxes in Qingqiu Mountain at will. Moreover, not only would no one have any sympathy for him in Qingqiu Mountain, but he would also say that Xuanhuan was doing well, especially the human race. If Xuanhuan killed so many demons who had hurt them, he would definitely celebrate it.

"You first select the most qualified girl among the countless spirit foxes on this Qingqiu Mountain and train her with all your heart. It is best to raise her into a nine-tailed heavenly fox. I am useful." Miaomiao Tianyin echoed gently on this big stone. After a long time, Tu Shan finally came to his senses. However, he was still limp all over and had no strength to think about the words left by Xuanhuan before leaving. He didn't know whether it was a blessing or a sad face. The extremely complicated expression was so focused that he looked in the direction that Fantasy had looked at from the beginning, and he was so angry that he was sitting on the moon on the sky above the big stone.

"Destination is all fate, alas..."

Just when Fantasy left Qingqiu Mountain, the battle between Xiong Xuanyuan and Jiuli Chiyou had begun among the human race. However, until now, the two sides were just ordinary soldiers and generals under their command, and there was no magic in it. However, it is really hard to say whether both sides are really ordinary soldiers and generals. At least, the soldiers and warriors under Chiyou's command have performed since the war started. Everything is not the level that the human race should have. Fortunately, at this time, Xuanyuan's side had gradually studied some of the contents of the stone tablet that Fantasy had dropped down, and faced the attack of Chiyou's side. It would not be as if it were about to collapse at one touch.

However, for how long this battle can continue, neither Xuanyuan nor Chiyou have maintained a long-term attitude. Although this incident is a matter of the human race, they never think that forces outside the human race will not intervene. Moreover, they all know that forces outside the human race are the real factors that really determine this battle, or who belongs to the human emperor.

The same thoughts and the same views, but the two of them were so different, Xuanyuan and his generals, and even the monks from all sides who were already vaguely ready to intervene in this battle. They did not realize that after the battle between the two sides, all the blood on the battlefield disappeared in a strange way.

Everything is like the scenes of the previous two great disasters. But this time, the one who took action was definitely not the ancestor of the Blood Helium River, because the direction of the blood flowing toward was the barbaric wasteland in the southern border.

Perhaps the saints of the heavens, Yunmengze and Huoyun Cave already knew about this, but they let the matter develop like this. Not to mention any stopping actions, even if they mentioned their disciples, they didn't say a word or two. Although Fantasy went straight to the southern Xinjiang after coming out of Qingqiu Mountain, he was definitely not because all the blood on the human battlefield flowed to the southern Xinjiang.

It was still the same itinerary, but this time Xuanhuan lost Buzhou Mountain Spirit. Moreover, he had not allowed anyone in the southern Xinjiang to notice his arrival. Although Zhu Jiuyin is in charge of southern Xinjiang now, and the witch clan has made countless arrangements in southern Xinjiang under his arrangement, making southern Xinjiang a solid piece of business, but if Xuanhuan doesn't want him to find his own trace, he would not have thought that although Zhu Jiuyin is strange, it does not mean that his Fantasy is just a soft persimmon. Zhu Jiuyin can pinch it as much as he wants.

For southern Xinjiang, Fantasy is not so unfamiliar. Before opening the temple of the sky outside the sky, her residence with Fuxi moved here from Buzhou Mountain.〓I am naturally a little familiar with this place.

Seeing that the whole clan around him was born for war and only a few human races were still engaged in production, Fantasy just sighed slightly and passed by them. They found that it was too late for this matter. Even if he wanted to recover all the human races that had been changed by the witch clan, it would be impossible.

"I hope you will never wake up, and that will you not be in pain again because of what you have done."

After walking through the human tribe, Fantasy went straight into the wilderness forest, burying his head and having already determined the direction. What this direction refers to is the location where Nuwa and Fuxi set up their own temple in this wilderness.

Walking the old road the same way, Fantasy did not feel as much as she was when she followed the Buzhou Mountain Spirit to go to Buzhou Mountain. Without any glance, she came directly to a thick fog. The fog was bright, but all of them were fatal poisons. "It seems that I have not made any mistakes, you are really here." As soon as the whisk swung, Fantasy walked directly towards the thick fog poisonous miasma, and disappeared into the color in a few steps, without even causing even a wisp of clouds to shake because of his movements.

Soon, Fantasy had already passed through the poisonous fog. Looking at the scenery in front of him, I couldn't help but sneer in my heart: "If you haven't made progress, you have not made progress. Since you have already obtained such a blessed land, you still don't know how to use it to become an environment that is conducive to your own practice, but you are still on the verge of the original appearance. Could it be that King Pan thought that Fuxi and Empress would have any different views on you after they knew about this? It's ridiculous."

This is the temple where Nuwa and Fuxi were in the southern border. But now, the temple has changed its owner. It is the ancestor Pan Wang who has caused Fuxi a lot of dissatisfaction and has been plotting for a long time.

"Fellow Dao Wang, I am here to visit today, and I would like to see you." Fantasy shouted loudly, and his voice echoed in the Taoist temple. After a moment, he saw the open door in the middle of a row of small buildings in the lake. Then, King Pan walked out of the inside in a few steps. When he saw that the visitor was really fantasy, he was so happy that he flew towards Fantasy: "The Taoist Lord has actually arrived. The King Pan is in a long journey. I also asked Dao Wang for forgiveness." But he didn't ask why Fantasy could enter this Taoist temple without disturbing him.

This temple was left by Nuwa and Fuxi. Except for the Wa Palace, they did not take away anything in the temple. The mountain protection formation outside this temple was still the original formation. After taking over this temple, Pan Wang only added some of his own methods to it. The others did not move at all with Fantasy and the relationship between the Empress and the brother and sister. Perhaps Fantasy is more familiar with this formation than him. As for his methods, he had never had such an idea.

Although Pan Wang was plotted by Fantasy for a long time, he was not a fool after all. The twists and turns in it were already clear when he heard Fantasy's sound. Now if he didn't open his eyes and mentioned this matter and asked Fantasy how Fantasy came in, the result would only make Fantasy unhappy and make the atmosphere awkward. He wouldn't do such a blind eye.

After seeing Fantasy, King Pan directly brought Fantasy to the small building where he was suffering from the disaster. He sat on both sides of the pavilion and then brought out refreshments himself. However, he didn't know that Fantasy had a little more laugh at him when he saw him coming out of the middle of the small building.

"You suffered a disaster in this place, but now you have turned this small building into your residence in the temple. Why? Do you want to show that you have completely broken your mind? But it's a pity." Although you had such a thought in your heart, Fantasy naturally couldn't tell this. You still had to take a sip of the tea brought out by the King of Pan to slowly talk about the matter he came here.

"When Yunmengze left that day, I was still thinking about whether the fellow Taoist could change such a dilemma with my little idea. Now it seems that fellow Taoist has already escaped from the shackles. In this way, I feel relieved. It is really gratifying." However, after hearing Xuanhuan's words, King Pan looked at him with a look of a difficult face, and then it was fleeting. However, he was sure of this action, and he had already seen it in his eyes by Xuanhuan.

Xuanhuan did not disappoint him, and immediately asked, "Seeing the image of a fellow Taoist seems to be hidden in words. Is the current situation of a fellow Taoist now not as safe as I imagined?" King Pan sighed quietly, "It's so good for Daojun to know that thanks to Daojun's guidance that day, all my fellow Taoists in southern Xinjiang took action and moved the human race to southern Xinjiang to fully meet the requirements of the Witch Clan. This has indeed brought us peace for a while, but not long ago, the Witch Clan came to the door again and ordered us not to step out of the Taoist temple within a hundred years, otherwise, it would be a death-death ending."

"As originally requested, we would pass after we went to retreat and practice once. However, after the witch clan came to make trouble, many inexplicable sounds suddenly appeared outside the temple, which attracted people's hearts and souls. All the colleagues who were not able to withstand the cultivation level of ours were triggered by this sound and could not control themselves and walked out of the mountain gate. Then, without any resistance, they died in the hands of the witch clan guarding outside the mountain gate. Even the soul could not be left, and their souls were scattered. To be continued, there was only Pan Wang left in the southern monk lineage of cultivators" (To be continued..

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