This is not the first time Fang Yuan has seen something in the stone tablet being erased. Novel.

When he was in Qingyang Sect, he saw a complete dream, which was understandable. After all, what Qingyang Sect had left was just a stone slab, or fragments of a certain stone stele. Because there were too many missing, Fang Yuan could only guess from that stone slab what happened. However, the creation of countless ascension passages and the location of the connection with the human world that should be recorded on the stone stele were no longer there, just as someone deliberately broke the stone stele to cover up such a secret!

Now, he saw another broken stone tablet, which was missing the most critical part!

If there is really such a mysterious Hongmeng Daoqi, how can it be refined?

This most critical part disappeared.

Is it a coincidence, or is it deliberately done by some existence?

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Fang Yuan was quietly in the cave, thinking about it for a long time, but there was no answer.

There is only so much content on the stone tablet, and there is only so much he can see.

Many things cannot be deduced without a key piece.

He thought that after seeing enough stone tablets, he could unravel all the secrets, but he did not expect that these secrets are still a mystery. He could deduce many possibilities from the content left by the stone tablet, but he didn't know which possibility was real. More importantly, he did not find a way from the stone tablet that could really solve all these problems...

...or is that method not there?

What did the people in Kunlun Mountain see in the stone tablets a thousand years ago that resulted in the subsequent deduction?

The Lord of Darkness, what did he guess and insisted on going on that road?

Fang Yuan seemed to have guessed it, but he would rather not have guessed it!

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"Mr. Fang Yuan, it's time!"

Outside the cave, a tender voice sounded.

Fang Yuan walked out of the cave and saw that the person who called him was a child from Xiao Leitai.

He knew that the Immortal Alliance had made all preparations.

That matter has come to this point, perhaps we can only take care of the moment and deal with the most urgent matters.

When Fang Yuan arrived at the center of the square stone platform at the core of Xiao Lei Platform, he saw Mr. Lei, the Saint of Tiankui, the Saint of Ancient Fang, the Saint of Luchuan, and the Saint of Jingtian who had just arrived were all waiting here. A big drum was standing beside them, with some rough and ancient patterns on it. I don’t know how many wars and baptisms of time have been experienced, dull and solemn.

"What did you learn after reading the stone tablet?"

When Saint Tiankui saw Fang Yuan's eyes popping over, he seemed a little curious, and asked in a deep voice.

Fang Yuan shook his head and said, "I guessed some, but I'm not sure, and I have no clue at all!"

The Saint Tiankui seemed not surprised and said, "There were so many people on Kunlun Mountain before, and there were countless detailed information on hand. Even they couldn't find a way, let alone you. This result was actually something you should have guessed long ago..."

Fang Yuan heard what he meant and just nodded.

Now I have only reached the level of the group of people in Kunlun Mountain before formal retreat, and I have no idea what they have learned after they have been in seclusion and found out what the truth. Now what I should do is actually to share all the secrets and gather more people to comprehend with me. But that's not the old path of Kunlun Mountain?

What's more, Kunlun Mountain, a thousand years ago, failed, and now, the hope for success is even slim.

Perhaps, the Saint Tiankui realized something and felt this emotion!

"Soldiers come to block the enemy, and the water comes to flood the earth. What do you want to do so much?"

Mr. Lei's voice was dull and he smiled coldly, saying, "Just solve the problem in front of him first!"

Fang Yuan knew what the problem they were referring to was. As early as when he was in Qingyang Sect, he thought of this. After learning about the existence of the Tribulation Demon Puppet, the Immortal Alliance thought of this, or in other words, this was the only solution.

Fang Yuan felt relieved to coincide with the decision of the Immortal Alliance.

But before he decided to do this, he asked: "Seniors, are we doing this, right?"

Saint Tiankui turned his head and looked at Fang Yuan, saying, "That's all we can do!"

Fang Yuan was silent for a while and said, "Some people may feel that we should not make decisions for the people of the world!"

Saint Tiankui looked at Fang Yuan for a long time before suddenly laughing, saying, "You can say this, I feel a little relieved. In fact, I have been worried that if you have the name of a saint, you will really regard the creatures in the world as straw dogs. The fact that you can have this worry now may mean that your state of mind is not a real saint, but it also means that you are still alone!"

As he spoke, he slowly stood up and said, "But, this idea will eventually be cut off!"

"This world is indeed the world of the world, but the fate of the world cannot be really decided by the people. Because people's hearts are short, the more people decide a thing, the more troubles will occur. People have always been like this. The more people there are, the more stupid they appear. The more people there are, the more they look, and even if there are some obvious things, they will eventually go to a wrong choice!"

He shook his head gently and said, "So, the world actually does not have the ability to choose its own destiny!"

Fang Yuan listened carefully. What the Saint Tiankui said was that the world does not have the ability to choose destiny, not power!

Speaking of this, the Saint Tiankui looked at Fang Yuan seriously and said, "So, we can only make decisions on behalf of the world. If we win, then we will be wise ancestors, and will be recorded in history forever, and the world will pass on us for thousands of years..."

"If we lose, we will be the most sinful and evil ambitious people. People in the world will hate us for thousands of years!"

"But, whether we win or lose, we should always make a decision..."

"... It is also one of our responsibilities!"

“…”

“…”

The words of Saint Tiankui solved a problem in Fang Yuan's heart.

It also made him finally make up his mind.

He raised his head, looked calm, and said, "I'm ready!"

This is the first time that he did not call himself "a junior" in front of these great figures of the world, but called "me"!

Saint Tiankui laughed and said, "Everyone is ready!"

At this moment, Mr. Lei suddenly turned his eyes and said, "That road..."

Fang Yuan said: "I have made arrangements!"

Mr. Lei nodded and said nothing more, but just carried a black box on his back.

Fang Yuan glanced at the Saint Tiankui, looked at the drum, and said, "I'll beat it!"

Saint Tiankui smiled and said, "If you knock, you will be very responsible!"

Fang Yuan said: "I am younger after all. You have been famous for thousands of years. Shouldn't the chance to show your face be given to the younger generation?"

Saint Tiankui laughed and said, "Go!"

Fang Yuan walked to the drum, took a deep breath, lifted up two drumsticks, and then continued to beat them hard. He was not good at music, and the only drum he could play was the snare drum on the edge of the demon. The drum sound was shocking, and the sound spread for more than ten miles, and even the range of the small thunder platform was not even spread out. However, this was a strange treasure, but the drum sound spread far away and reached the ears of some people who should have heard the drum sound.

The strong heart is fierce, the voice is solemn, and the color of the world changes!

Saint Tiankui, Saint Jingtian, Saint Luchuan, Saint Gufang, Master Lei, etc., were all listening to the drums quietly, and the smile on their faces gradually faded away, and replaced by the indomitable calmness and the surging murderous intent in the dark!

Saint Tiankui waved his sleeves, and a huge ghost-headed hammer appeared in his hand and carried it on his shoulders.

"Let's go!"

He said in a deep voice, purple clouds rose under his feet, and he flew into the air.

At the same time, Fang Yuan also threw the drumsticks and set foot on the Nine Heavens with several other saints and Mr. Lei.

Rumble!

The qi rushes to the seat, the avenue shakes, steeps in flowing light, and sweeps in one direction.

In the small Leitai, countless disciples from Leizhou, or patrolmen from the Immortal Alliance, and elders, all bowed down and bowed to the far away stream lights, bowed respectfully, and said in a low voice: "Greatly send a few saints to eliminate demons!"

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Far far north, in the snow and ice, the sword head of the sword washing pool sitting quietly on the top of a snow-capped mountain, told the last experience of the seven young people in front of him, and heard the faint drum sound. He sighed softly and stood up slowly. A child beside him held a sword with his hands and sent it to him. He took the sword and laughed in a low voice: "It's time to do serious things..."

The body turned into a sword light and disappeared into the void in an instant. The seven sword disciples behind him all bowed respectfully.

In the Ninth Heaven of the Imperial State, the Ninth Heaven Immortal Emperor was alone in the back mountain for a long time. Finally, when the drum sound came, he just sighed softly and said, "I can't wait for it." Then, he didn't care about paying homage to the prince and grandson outside, and suddenly flew away, with the might of the emperor.

"I should do the job!"

In the Eight Desolate City of Demon Borders, the white-robed war immortal Ren Longdan tied up a worn black armor and lifted up a spear.

Facing the dark clouds all over the sky, he shouted loudly and rose into the sky.

Wherever my body passed, the dark clouds were torn apart, revealing the brilliant sun behind the clouds!

"Old ancestor, I should be with this matter!"

On the Forgetful Island of the South China Sea, Empress Bai Shi held her hands in front of her ancestor who was leaning on a dragon head crutch.

"You are not qualified enough, I can only go to this battle!"

The ancestor of Wangqing Island sneered, pulled away the Empress Baishi and stepped into the air. There was no trace of oldness. The void was silent, with only an old man's background of the so-called Xiaoxiao, and a sentence: "Baishi, from today on, you will be the Lord of Wangqing Island!"

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On Donghuang Mountain, Daozi of Donghuang Mountain stood on the top of the mountain with wide robe and slow sleeves.

"You can't go!"

In front of him, the guardian of Donghuang Mountain looked cold, as if he was giving orders rather than persuasion.

"I also know that Donghuangshan cannot be absent in this battle!"

The guardian of Donghuang Mountain has never been a moment, as firm as it was at this time: "So, I will replace Donghuang Mountain and you will stay here, continue to live, deduce the complete path, and lead the future world! Just as I told you before, I will take the blame, I will be your reputation, I will be yours, and I will be yours for the death, and the world will be yours!"

"This is my responsibility to guard the mountain!"—
Chapter completed!