At the intersection between the north and the Turkic grassland, one of the famous forbidden areas in the north, there is a space crack that is more than a hundred feet long deep in the ancient forest of Fengyuan. It is a dark area, making people have no idea where they lead.

Since its formation, this space crack has been quite stable and has not changed for more than a hundred years. But just one day ago, the space crack began to become unstable again, and there was a faint tendency to spread outside.

Not only that, there are also invisible small space cracks forming around it, stacking up layer after layer, counting more than a hundred layers in detail, densely packed and everywhere, forming a natural barrier. Not to mention the Nascent Soul Stage, even the God Transformation Stage, you can't break out of it.

And deep in the crack in this space, in an unknown ancient world, a young man wearing a green robe and slightly dark face sat upright on an altar, pinching special magic tricks in his hand, and extremely sharp sword energy appeared around his body.

The young man's sharp aura was so sharp that he could not look directly at him from afar. His eyes were consciously hurt by countless fine needles, and tears couldn't help but flow down.

The young man sat upright on the stone platform, with a half meter tall in front of him, flowing with the innate Taoist rhyme and nine chaotic pine trees. There was a small pine tower the size of a fist at the top of the pine tree. Without wind, it sprinkled with a strong and regular aura, causing ten feet around to fall into a special artistic conception, as if opening up a small world.

The young man under the tree pinched the magic tricks in his hand, his face full of indifferent expressions, and only a breath of a master of enlightenment. However, his appearance as a master of enlightenment did not last long, and was broken by a little girl with big black eyes and more than ten small braids.

The agile little girl of six or seven years old jumped over and jumped over, and a bear hugged her and jumped onto the young man, like a koala bear. She couldn't pull it off no matter how hard she pulled it. She kept laughing and rubbing the young man's head with her little head.

"Okay, Youran, come down quickly, the master is still in seclusion!" Han Ming said softly helplessly.

"No, no!" The little girl shook her head vigorously, still pulling Han Ming's neck, and never let go. "The master has been in seclusion for so long and has not played with me."

Han Ming shook his head helplessly and smiled. He raised his fingers, put the little girl on his shoulder, stood up gently, pointed it lightly at the middle of his eyebrows, and forced a dark golden essence and blood to drip on the small pine tower, and then raised his foot and walked towards the distance.

Han Ming could not remember how many years he had been waiting in the ancient Xuantian realm. Anyway, it must have been more than a hundred years. Finally, he waited for the last moment. Under the urging of those strange spiritual sands, the maturity time of the Songta was greatly reduced, and now it is about to mature!

At the same time, this small world of Xuantian Ancient Realm with a very high level has also reached the verge of collapse. Looking back more than a hundred years ago, the Xuantian Ancient Realm was as big as half the earth north, but now, except for this desert with Xuantian pine trees, other places have collapsed and turned into nothingness.

The dark green wooden sword obtained from the Origin of the Fallen Immortal was completely shattered, and the innate essence of the original energy was absorbed by the Xuantian Pine Tree. Han Ming vaguely felt that the pine tree not only could not afford the original source extracted by the previous World-Shaped Pan, but also had a lot of surplus, and it also completed a mysterious and mysterious transformation.

Over the years, Han Ming first swallowed a colorful root-enhancing pill and kept guarding this little Xuantian pine tree. He practiced under his protection. I don’t know if it was the powerful medicinal effect of the colorful root-enhancing pill, the surrounding vital energy is strong enough, or other unknown functions. He practiced for a long time, and advanced to the middle stage decades ago!

Now he is at the mid-level level, but this is just superficial strength. Han Ming asked himself, if he gave him enough metallic spiritual materials, he could compete with the original Tiansha Corpse Feng Chu, at least he could even surpass the other party on his body!

As for the little guy on his shoulder, he was the descendant of the little Bingfeng more than a hundred years ago. At that time, Xiao Bingfeng died under the magic of the Tiansha Corpse's Death Curse, leaving only this little egg behind.

This little guy has consumed many valuable spiritual herbs. He can't cook them with him. After all, he is the direct descendant of Tailun's third son. Han Ming asked himself that he still can't do that kind of thing.

Han Ming saw that the little egg was being carried on his body and was nourished by spirit stones, but it hatched as he was raised. Han Ming originally thought that what he had come out would be a little ice phoenix, but he ended up with a half-demon, a little girl with black gem-like eyes, with a pair of white wings on her back.

Since it was hatched, Han Ming couldn't keep throwing it into the spirit beast bag. As a result, the little girl was very attached to him as soon as she came out. In desperation, she had to take the time to teach her some words and a little common sense while practicing.

He had promised Xiao Bingfeng to take care of this little Bingfeng, so Han Ming thought about it and gave her Kun Youran the name and took in the third disciple.

I thought it would be difficult to bring a little guy, but I didn’t expect that this little guy would not cry or make a fuss, but he liked to laugh, which made Han Ming’s boring practice more interesting, making Han Ming vaguely doting this little girl.

"Master, where are we going? Will we continue patrolling the mountain?" The little girl slashed her big eyes and was very excited. Whenever the master didn't practice, she was happiest and could follow her around.

"Passing the mountains!" Han Ming nodded and continued to walk forward. Now the pine trees are about to mature, the shortest is more than ten years, and the longest is only a few decades!

The dark green wooden sword has collapsed. He has to go to the edge of this broken little world to explore it carefully. According to the records in the innate refining tools, he will deduce the maturity of the Xuantian Song Tower and the specific moment of that opportunity!

Now Han Ming has some vague guesses and has some vague understanding of refining innate weapons. He vaguely feels that this article of refining innate weapons is extremely extraordinary. The real essence is not the innate spiritual roots used as sacrifices. It seems to be just an introduction. The real sacrifice is a world.

In other words, the real power of refining the innate weapon is the last stage of copying the Great Way of Heaven and Earth, rather than the previous innate spiritual roots. A world is the most powerful time when it collapses. The kind of refining the light will make some supreme rules burst out, and this is the best time for refining the innate weapon to approach the origin of the world. At this time, the supreme rules of heaven and earth will emerge and can be copied and engraved!

Originally, this rule of heaven and earth should have been copied by Mo Shipan, but now Mo Shipan has been abducted by the blood spider, and the innate array has reappeared, and the only beneficiary is the only beneficiary of the nine-story pine tower!

The real essence of the innate refining weapon will be undertaken by the nine-story pine tower!

These are the fortunes of the nine-story pine tower, and Han Ming has been waiting for his own fortune over the years, that is, the relics of heaven and earth before the collapse of heaven and earth. There is only a few words mentioned in the innate weapon refining, but only more than ten words.

Before a world collapses, there will be a return to the creatures in this world, and the level of the Xuantian Ancient Realm is extremely high and extremely ancient, far stronger than that of the human world. If it completely collapses, the grace is simply unimaginable.

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

Han Ming originally thought that he would open an altar to take over the legacy of heaven and earth, burning incense and praying, and showing his "determination" to heaven. The result was beyond his expectations. The refining of innate tools only showed that it would be better to keep innate tools. At that time, the heaven and earth vitality that the innate tools did not need will naturally be fed back.

This is simple, and Han Ming saves trouble. He just walks around to see when the world collapses. 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!

Han Ming wandered around and easily discovered that the world was on the verge of collapse. There were already many space cracks around him. Looking into the distance, you could faintly see the space storm.

With more than ten years left, it’s time to end!

"Youran, look over there, remember that place, that place is where you were born!" Han Ming pointed to a gap in the distance and said softly that there was no other place, but the place where Xiao Bingfeng used up her life to help the little girl take back her life.

"Born? Didn't Youran pop out of the egg?" said the little girl naively.

"You jumped out of the egg, but the egg was born by your mother!" Han Ming rubbed the little girl's head, and consciously gave her the right to know that arrogant little Bingfeng, a great mother who was enough to make him respect.

"What is that mother? Where is she?" the little girl asked in confusion, sucking her fingers.

"Without mother, there would be no Youran!" Han Ming had a big head. He had been practicing for many years, and neglecting discipline to these three disciples, which made her know nothing.

Han Ming planned to find a suitable "master" for her after returning to the Xingxing Sect and take her to practice.

The little girl nodded in a slight way, then hugged Han Ming's head again and giggled, "That master also popped out of the egg? Who gave birth to that master's egg?"

Han Ming was stunned when he heard this, and wanted to shake his head and say that he did not come out of the egg, but then he thought that when he was just practicing the Three Corpse Law, he did come out of the egg, but who gave birth to that egg? He didn't know!

As for human beings, the person who gave birth to him has passed away for hundreds of years. This man has passed away. He still vaguely remembers himself back then. The little baby in his teenage years dared to go out to find immortals. His parents must be extremely worried. With his mother's temperament, he must be unable to help but wipe his tears!

"Forget it, it's good that Youran remembers his mother!" Han Ming carried the little girl and walked towards the distance, while the little girl couldn't help but look back, watching countless cracks in space slowly spread.
Chapter completed!