Above Peach Mountain, light and darkness are divided into two parts. Just as Fang Qian said, when the light is in full swing, darkness will also follow.

Countless people trembled.

This amazing movement also awakened many Taoist people with incomplete limbs in a very remote cave in Taoshan.

They are all people who believe in Haotian and yearn for light. Although they are disabled because of Ke Haoran and Master and never care about the world since then, they still have an indelible persistence in light.

This scene now has a huge critical hit on their faith.

"Haotian is here, is it because Pluto has arrived?"

Some of them murmured and looked a little panicked.

......

Fang Qian's figure was now in the darkness and seemed very blurry, only a pair of eyes flashing with cold light were clearly visible.

He did not answer Xiong Chumo's question, but asked: "Do you know why the great priest of Light who founded Mingzong a thousand years ago believed in Pluto? You should know that he is the person who is most obsessed with light in the world. In terms of belief in light, there is no one who believes in Pluto. Why do such a person believe in Pluto?"

Xiong Chumo said in a deep voice: "How can I know the idea of ​​a traitor in a bright traitor?"

Fang Qian said calmly: "Sure enough, stupid people never think they are stupid, they will always think that others are unreasonable."

He walked step by step from the darkness towards the direction of light, his tone was extremely cold.

"Since Haotian is this world, then there is a distinction between day and night in this world. Why does Haotian only have the body of light? The great priest who founded Mingzong a thousand years ago discovered the deeper darkness after the absolute light because of his extremely pure belief in light. Therefore, he never betrayed his beliefs, but his beliefs are deeper and farther than you."

His voice echoed over the entire Taoshan Mountain. After all the people who heard these words were shocked and disbelief, they faintly had some bold thoughts.

It seems that only in this way can we explain the actions of the great priest of Light, who is the purest faith in Haotian, who initiated the Mingzong's actions.

Mingzong originally had the meaning of light.

Compared to the doubts of others, Ye Hongyu did not doubt anything Fang Qian said.

But she just felt a little dazed and accepted all this calmly, because after all, her belief in light is more based on the improvement of her own strength and realm.

But she suddenly thought of the black shadow that only the great priest in the world can see, the so-called son of the Hades, is the incarnation of Haotian?

In this way, it makes sense that the great priest of Light, who is the purest faith in Haotian, can see the black shadow.

Her eyes flashed with excitement and excitement. As a person who believes in Haotian, what else is more exciting than seeing Haotian come to the world?

Xiong Chumo drank coldly: "It's all nonsense. Now in this scene, can you still want to clear your identity as the son of the Holy One? Darkness is darkness and can never become light!"

However, the next second, his expression suddenly became terrifying, because Fang Qian took a step from the darkness and stepped into the light.

Without rejection or confrontation, he just took a step and stepped into the light. So the darkness behind him began to appear, while the light in front of him began to merge into the darkness.

At this moment, light and darkness were perfectly integrated and turned into nothingness.

The light above the sky no longer fell, and the darkness disappeared like a tide.

Because both light and darkness are the power of the world and the power of Haotian, how can it fight against itself?

After all, Haotian was just an emotional robot at this time. Her humanity had become Sangsang, and a robot would not do anything stupid to beat him.

Xiong Chumo watched the light and darkness fading together, as the sun was dimming in the sky, and watched Fang Qian walk towards him step by step.

No matter how unwilling he is and doesn't believe it, he can only accept reality.

Without the power of apocalypse, his figure became extremely short and pitiful again. He looked like he was a little older.

Fang Qian looked down at him and walked towards him. He was not moving quickly, but every step he took, there was an extremely deep momentum that crushed him.

Xiong Chumo's short figure shivered under the increasingly terrifying pressure, with a hint of resentment and fear in his eyes.

He didn't want to die here, so he must escape.

He kept retreating silently, his speed getting faster and faster, and his figure turned into a phantom and was about to leave from here.

But how could Fang Qian give him such an opportunity?

What's more, comparing speed, who can compare with this world with infinite distance?

No matter how fast Xiong Chumo is, he still has to walk a distance, but in Wudi's eyes, there is no distance.

So before Xiong Chumo even left the area of ​​the hall, Fang Qian had already appeared in front of him.

At this time, Xiong Chumo, who had been running away in a panic, suddenly looked sharp, and then he instantly unfolded a scroll that he had hidden in his sleeves for a long time.

A finger is drawn in the scroll, slender and straight.

Fang Qian is very familiar with this scroll. He saw exactly the same scroll three months ago.

This finger in the scroll is the God finger of the world stream that the viewer can be regarded as the world's style and as the world's valley.

Three months ago, this finger made him run away in a panic and his realm fell, but now, this finger can no longer move him.

But the anger that once exists and needs to be released.

So he looked at the supreme fingering that was circling the world, with extreme anger, raised his sword with both hands and slashed down.

Angry!

In the sword, there was anger.

The anger instantly exploded, and it burst into flames, burning the world extremely hot.

The vast fingers that traverse the world were like trapped beasts in the anger of the sky. After all his efforts, he could not break through the siege.

The vast fingers burned out in endless anger, and even the endless white clouds burned out above the sky.

Xiong Chumo stood silently, and he did not escape anymore. Even his last trump card was easily cracked by the other party. How could he say the word "escape" in front of a cultivator in an infinite realm?

At this time, his hair was loose, his robes were messy, and his face was gray. He was full of the image of a poor old man. I am afraid that those who do not know will feel pity when they see it.

But a poor person must have something hateful.

Fang Qian didn't care about anything else about him, but the only thing from more than ten years ago had paid attention to his results.

He didn't talk much nonsense, because when he stole Haotian's authority and responded to the light with darkness, he felt extremely uneasy. When he changed, he had to leave Taoshan immediately.

So he stabbed him directly with a sword.
Chapter completed!