Hailan City.

This is the largest city in Haizhou, magnificent, with several large rivers passing by, creating a huge wharf and even leading to the East China Sea.

The rivers in the city are intertwined, and dense water networks divide the city into countless small pieces, with only various small boats passing through it.

Looking around, this is simply a city on the water.

At this time, on a huge dock, several huge warships slowly stopped into the port like a fortress moving on the water, and many people in strange costumes walked down.

"Dad!"

One of them is a man dressed in red, mostly women with a feminine breath.

A little girl with an otaku face in the middle grabbed her father's arm nervously: "Be careful when traveling this time!"

"Don't worry, no matter what, our Hongmian Sect said, there were several sects in Hongzhou at that time... Even if they were forced to move, nothing would happen!"

The middle-aged man patted the back of his daughter's hand comfortably, but his heart was filled with helplessness.

The foundation of a sect is the territory it controls. Only with the territory can you collect various offerings and then recruit apprentices.

Although it sounds vulgar, it is actually the top priority.

Even those cold dream masters before were dominated by Daqian because they had mastered the blessed land and cave heaven and had huge resources. They almost turned the imperial court over.

Once you master the strength, you will naturally have ambitions. This is common sense.

If the dream master can produce resources by himself and supply thousands of spiritual scholars and Wuzong, he will naturally demand higher power.

Of course, after the sudden change of heaven and earth and the disaster of demon spirit, many dream masters fell, and this power disappeared, and the competition for the only resource points in the mortal world became more and more intense.

This is especially true in the coastal states that are rarely escaped from the clutches of the devil.

Many remnants of sects and small forces fleeing in, fighting for various resources with local snakes. The bloody battles seen by middle-aged people alone have occurred no less than dozens of times.

Even the Red Cotton Sect had to fight with the enemy for more than a dozen times before they could barely settle down in a small county town.

‘Before the devil spirit disaster has passed, the human race began to kill each other for a little bit of territory. This is really ironic!’

The middle-aged man looked up at Hailan City, and a little hope ignited in his eyes: "Maybe... Tianling can change all this!"

If you want to end the dispute, the so-called compromise and stability are all funny. Only by using strong power to suppress everything, or even unification, is the best way to eliminate war.

"After this alliance, the Tianling Association will completely take over the prefectures of the East China Sea. No one dares to refuse to obey the orders, and perhaps this dispute can be resolved!"

The middle-aged man sighed and held his daughter's arm: "Let's go... and follow me into the city!"

Looking at the faces of many childish disciples, he made up his mind secretly. If Tianling really had the posture of unifying the world and resisting the demon spirit, even if the faction surrendered and lost some autonomy, it would be fine.

At this time, no matter what sect or sect, you have to give up a certain view of the vocation.

Of course, this consensus is only among the psychics.

Under the command of the Tianling Society, there is still some gap between the many spiritual scholars and the Wuzong. Although it does not have the condescending contempt of the dream master, this sign is gradually growing.

Especially the hatred between the spiritual scholar and the dream master is even more difficult to cleanse the three rivers.

No matter who is right and wrong before, who is right and who is wrong, after several massacres, it is impossible for one side to coexist unless one side completely defeats the other side.

At this moment, a small black-sailed boat also docked on the pier.

Fang Yuan was wearing a white dress, beautiful jade on his waist, a silver crown on his head, and a folding fan in his hand. He walked to the dock slowly, looking at the sky, and narrowed his eyes.

‘There is a sign of calmness in the mind of all the luck and luck. It seems that if there is no external interference, the Tianling Association will be successful and even dominate the East!’

Since his golden eyes rose to level 3, even if he was in the world of great strength, as long as he focused his mind, he could see many different weather conditions.

For this kind of thing, Fang Yuan directly explained it by luck, which is almost certain. If he pretends to be a good scholar, he might even be able to get a name like the Iron Mouth God-Dead.

"At this time the date of the alliance is approaching, and it can be said that there are hidden dragons and creeping tigers in Hailan City..."

He recognized the atmosphere in the void and immediately made plans: "The powerful people entrenched here at this time must have an entanglement with the heavenly spirit."

After talking to two outdated saints last time, Fang Yuan neither agreed nor refused, and sent the evil saint and Bai Ze away, but he came to Hailan City.

"At this time, the world is four parts. If the Dream Master Alliance still wants to grow and grow, it can only take these coastal states. The conflict with the Tianling Society cannot be avoided..."

Dreamers mainly rely on their own production resources.

There are many products produced by any blessed land of great power, and the Saint Cave Heaven is even more comparable to a small world.

Therefore, the dreamers in the past were not very interested in resource points, but now it is obviously not possible.

The Saint Cave Heaven collapsed, the powerful and blessed land did not exist, and various survival competitions led to the increasingly fierce competition for resources.

"If there is no accident... the first time a large-scale fire merger of human cultivators will begin here after the demon spirit disaster is about to begin?"

Fang Yuan stared at the sky and suddenly looked out of the city, pondering without saying a word.

In that direction, he suddenly saw several black clouds approaching, with a little familiar feeling. He should be a dream master after the transition from practice, and even had a powerful force in charge.

The other party may have used some secret technique to hide his breath, without any alertness from the spiritual scholars in the city.

But when Fang Yuan took a different approach and used the detection method of meteorological observation, it was as ridiculous as if he was hiding a bell.

"At this time, don't be busy engaging with them... you can explore the spiritual sage's bottom first."

In fact, in Fang Yuan's opinion, whether those spiritual scholars or dream masters outside are a valuable asset.

For the world, nature is the most precious power of the world, followed by various talents.

"The world of Dagan has experienced a change of nature, and maybe some lucky son will be born in accordance with his fate..."

Fang Yuan shook his head. He did not think of seeking benefits from the son of destiny, and he valued it by no means a mere individual, but various cultivation civilizations cultivated by the world of great caloric power!

Whether it is the Dream Master or the Lingshi Wuzong, they all represent a unique "Tao"!

Even the brightest roads and civilizations need to be carried by people!

Although these dream masters are weak people who have been deprived of their path, they may not have no hope of recovering again.

Not to mention anything else, just finding the orthodox cultivation method in the inner demon world is enough to make the profession of Dream Master shine brightly again.

Of course, even if Fang Yuan can do this at this time, it will not spread out. Otherwise, the biggest benefit will be the original old dream master power, especially the saints!

"In fact... this day will not be long... With the continuous advancement of demon spirits, various inherited memories will always fall into the hands of dream masters. Although the magic method is not suitable for humans, it is just a matter of modification..."

It is precisely because of this that Fang Yuan has a sense of urgency to expand rapidly.

No matter how good the method of practice is, it requires the cooperation of resources.

As long as the power grows stronger, even if the dreamers rise again in the future, they can firmly take the lead.

"Even... Is it just to directly incorporate the dream masters of this world!"

Fang Yuan clenched his fist and raised an ambition.

The original five major forces of the Dream Master, the Holy Lotus Sect, was incorporated by him. Yuan Chuhui was suppressed several times and had already dispersed. The remaining Dream Masters all returned to the end of the world and disappeared.

The saint of the Realm Alliance, Gu Chen, just died at his hands. If nothing unexpected happens, the entire Realm Alliance will soon be in chaos.

Now, if you solve the Evil Saint Sect and Bai Zeshan, the Dream Master will be the leaderless! Just kill two more saints!

I have to say that this idea is indeed very feasible, which makes Fang Yuan feel a little moved.

Especially with his strength at this time, he can do this!

"Of course... I can't do this kind of thing openly!"

Fang Yuan stared at the powerful weather spreading in the void again: "Maybe... I should go and talk to the ancestor Tianling!"

Just looking at this person's name, you will know that his status in the Tianling Society is at least at the level of the founding elders.

If he had his help, it would be much more convenient whether it was planning two saints or throwing them out to the tank afterwards.

"Well... let me see... Are there three true essences and two true saints hidden in this city?"

Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes: "The strongest one should be the ancestor of Tianling."

"oops!"

At this time, a woman looked at Fang Yuan, suddenly her face turned pale and screamed.

"Hong'er, what's wrong?"

Everyone around her suddenly became nervous: "But that kid wants to be against you?"

Those who came to participate in the alliance were already nervous. When they saw Fang Yuan alone and lonely, they immediately subconsciously surrounded him.

"snort!"

Fang Yuan glanced at his eyes and snorted coldly: "Do you... want to die? Get out of here!"

At this time, no matter his magical power, he was extremely powerful, and even more powerful. With the mixed majesty of murderous aura, even if he did not use the Yuan power, the practitioners around him suddenly felt depressed and sweating profusely on his forehead.

The few people opposite Fang Yuan trembled all over and almost suffocated, and unconsciously gave way.

"I...I'm fine!"

The girl named Hong'er covered her chest and looked at Fang Yuan's little face with fear: "It's not about this young master's business, sorry..."

"Be careful next time!"

Seeing that someone had already seen him, Fang Yuan didn't want to attract attention and left quickly.

"Dad... This person is so terrible! I seem to see a sea of ​​corpses and blood..."

After his back disappeared, the girl Hong'er said in a lingering fear to the middle-aged man on the side.

"The most important 'Kunming Divine Art' you practiced is to be sensitive. It is extremely sensitive to evil spirits. It can make you like this. That person will definitely kill people..."

The middle-aged man was also scared and almost provoked an old monster.

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Chapter completed!