"This batch of prison tribe invasion will destroy the marginal areas at most."

"You know that the value of your life is far greater than the useless value of your unnecessary sacrifice!" Mingfan was a little anxious.

Looking at Fang Cheng, he seemed to see his former sixth junior brother.

It was precisely because of this that he cared for and gave me some advice, but now his seventh junior brother Fang Cheng is deliberately going to stop him?

That's not a confrontation! It's not a battle!

That is a death-sending! A meaningless sacrifice!

Feng Zhimo Yong also scolded: "Junior brother, be more sober! You have done a good job in charge of your responsibility!"

"It is suspected that it is above Taishi. Even if it is half a step, you are not qualified to compete!"

"Recognize yourself!"

Mingfan interrupted again and shouted: "Fang Cheng! Stop! Don't go!"

At this moment—

Supreme!

Supreme! Supreme!

Xu Xian, wearing a blue robe, came to the illusory world of thought with an unpredictable and indescribable situation!

He stood above the plain.

Fang Cheng, Ming Fan, and Feng Zhimo Yong are located in the volcanic area.

Xu Xian looked at Fang Cheng with a cold expression and looked at Fang Cheng: "Fang Cheng, the mistake you made has led to the destruction of many universes on the edge of the territory."

"What do you want to say?"

With Xu Xian's voice, Mingfan's pupils shrank and he said anxiously: "Master, my junior brother is still young, and mistakes are inevitable!"

Feng Zhimo Ying also said respectfully: "Please calm down your anger, Master."

"My junior brother, stop rushing to the road and listen to Master's teachings! Master has no omissions, so he must have had plans!" Mingfan quickly sent a message to Cheng.

"That's right!"

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up and he immediately bowed: "Master, this mistake is my responsibility, and I will never shirk it."

For a moment, the atmosphere was tense in the world of illusory thoughts.

Feng Zhimo Ying lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mingfan breathed a sigh of relief.

If the master is supreme, there must be a way.

"Besides, Master came to the world of thought, it should be for the sake of junior brother." Mingfan chuckled a little.

The next moment.

Xu Xian said indifferently: "As early as you left, I left a reconnaissance method on you. One or two, it is all half a step of Mingluo."

"One of them is the peak of the half-step Mingluo."

Fang Cheng was stunned and said in surprise: "Master, you?"

Why?

Why didn’t Master Xu tell him?

Xu Xian said lightly: "I won't tell you, I'm waiting for today. What kind of bitter consequences will the mistakes and omissions you make! You can experience them yourself!"

"The mistakes in this world are irreparable!"

Fang Cheng's whole body trembled as if he was struck by lightning.

What does Master Xu mean? Is it to temper him?

Yes, but it's not the case!

Use the perimeter area of ​​the Aolong territory and the demise of nearly a hundred universes to exchange for a sharpening?

Xu Xian carried his hands on his back and sighed sternly: "You are too young. This is the purpose of telling you the mistake you made--"

"Maybe it's harmless, but it can also cause irreparable consequences!"

"And what you need to do now is to face the mistakes and bear the consequences of suffering."

Ming Fan, Feng Zhimo Yong, was already shocked.

Because they heard the potential meaning of Master.

Mingfan's eyelids twitched.

"Master, Master wants to use the 'prison tribe invasion and the universe to perish' in exchange for the tempering of the younger brother's mentality?"

"The destruction of a marginal area of ​​a territory is indeed a bloody training!"

"The deep charm of appointing the junior brother as Fengjiang General Emperor is actually here!" Feng Zhimo Yong quietly swallowed.

Too cruel!

Too high hopes!

Feng Zhimo Ying pursed her lips and said to herself: "But if it weren't, it wouldn't be able to inspire the younger brother's spirit of cultivation."

"Junior Brother Fang comes from other territory. He does not know the horror of the prison clan, nor does he understand the crisis of the human clan, so he——"

"wrong!"

"It's not that simple!"

"There are other reasons! Other pillars are not treated like this!" Feng Zhimo Ying was not focused, but his wisdom was rolling violently!

After a moment—

Feng Zhimo Yong's eyes gradually glared, took a deep breath, looked at Mingfan with his eyes, and smiled a little.

"The root is the sense of belonging!"
Chapter completed!