Fantasy: The Heavenly Dao revolves around me

Holy Land, Shishui Peak
The quiet blue passageway opened silently in the quiet room, and soon, Fang Mingjing’s figure returned to his own world.
Tongue of God: “Brother Mingjing, have you returned?”
Stink Bean Sprouts: “Well, I’m already here.”
Tongue of God: “That’s good~/Love”
Tongue of God: “Picture”
S. Kirei Rina posted a photo taken last night.
In the photo, the girl is sitting on the bed with him in her arms, with a very touching smile on her pretty face… Looking at the photo, Fang Mingjing couldn’t help blushing when she thought of the role-playing game she played last night.
He shook his head, and after chatting a few more words with S Kirerina, he began to sit up in the quiet room.
Although I went out to play for a few days, but after all, I entered the quiet room in the name of seclusion and cultivation, so I must at least have some results before going out.
Fang Mingjing quickly calmed down.
With the operation of “Shining Fire and Shining Sun”, in the quiet room, the boundless spiritual energy began to gather frantically. In just a few breaths, the spiritual energy was thick enough to gather a spiritual fog…
The reason why Zhishui Peak can be used as the residence of the Holy Son is precisely because there is a large spiritual vein under Zhishui Peak.
With the help of the almost inexhaustible storage of spiritual energy in the spiritual veins, Fang Mingjing’s cultivation is more effective.
Phew…
At this moment, the gathering spirit mist had completely obscured Fang Mingjing’s figure, but in the misty area, the phantom of a golden sun was extremely dazzling.
The golden sun filled the entire quiet room with a divine aura.
Fang Mingjing’s aura almost reached its peak in an instant.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
In the roar, the phantom of the golden sun gradually became solid, and the golden light outside Fang Ming’s mirror skyrocketed again. In the golden light, the dazzling real fire was attached to his body like clothes, and the flames were burning and terrifying. The heat wave swept all around.
Condensing the real world…the pinnacle!
When all the momentum gathered at one point and rushed towards the so-called bottleneck, Fang Mingjing stepped directly into the pinnacle of the Condensation Realm without feeling the slightest obstacle.
The so-called breakthrough is like drinking water, which is probably the case.
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Holy Lord’s Palace
A table, a pot of tea, and two figures.
“Master, this disciple still cannot accept it.”
“What do you want to say?”
“The position of the Holy Son falls on Junior Brother Mingjing, which is really unacceptable to the disciple.”
Yu Yuan, the first disciple of the Holy Master Chongxiao, is the strongest among the younger generation.
Before Fang Mingjing, everyone in the Holy Land had high hopes for him, and even everyone thought that he would be the Holy Son of the Chongxiao Holy Land generation.
And Yu Yuan’s aptitude and foundation are indeed terrifying.
Twenty years ago, after he came under the door of the Holy Lord Jiang Jiuge, he first showed his edge in about two years. After he overwhelmed the heirs of the major dynasties in a certain secret realm trial, he began to sing all the way. , Now that the cultivation base has reached the peak of the Tribulation Realm, and even the next stage of Nirvana is only a footstep away.
This aptitude is no less than Jiang Jiuge who suppressed an era back then.
“Can not accept?”
Holding the teacup in his hand, Jiang Jiuge looked directly at his disciple.
He knew from a long time ago that Yu Yuan was a paranoid person.
In fact, Yu Yuan’s background was not noble…
At first, he was just a rich young master in a border town, but because of an accident, he brought disaster to his family. At that time, Jiang Jiuge met him in his blood-stained home, and on a whim, he took him back to the Holy Land.
At that time, Jiang Jiuge asked him cheerfully, “How is it? Do you want me to avenge you? I’m very good at this.”
“unnecessary.”
“Oh? Do you want to take revenge yourself? Then I can also catch them and let them kneel in front of you. Then you can do it yourself?”
“No… I want to let them live happily first, and then I will slowly come to the door one by one, and then I will deal with them after appreciating their ugly state.”
At that time, Yu Yuan replied without any murderous intent.
After that, he even let people secretly protect the lives of those enemies, until the day when his cultivation level was sufficient, he went out with a smile.
After he came back, he was covered in blood, and even Jiang Jiuge still remembered the bloody aura of Yu Yuan and the smile that day.
“Der Spiegel’s talent is above you, and the position of the Holy Son belongs to him. What can’t you accept?”
Jiang Jiuge’s indifferent voice brought great pressure, and Yu Yuan couldn’t help lowering his head, but he still gritted his teeth and said angrily:
“Junior Brother Mingjing’s talent is strong, but he is the one who abandoned the practice! What’s more, it’s just a talent for cultivation. Under the same level, the disciple thinks that he is far superior to him!”
“Ha ha.”
Jiang Jiuge was amused.
He shook his head and put it downAfter the tea cup, he sighed inexplicably with emotion.
“As the elders of the Holy Land said, I’m still not suitable for teaching disciples.”
“Master?”
“In the past, whether it was Mingjing or you, I always just explained the exercises and dealt with them casually, and I never guided your thoughts and minds… But the most important thing right now is that I, the master, are with you. There doesn’t seem to be any dignity in his eyes.”
“Master, I—”
Yu Yuan’s heart was shocked, and he hurriedly lowered his head to say something, but Jiang Jiuge’s quiet voice came from the front.
“You don’t accept Mingjing as the Holy Son? Well, I can decide to let the two of you have a test.”
“But whether you win or lose, Der Spiegel is still my Holy Son, and you…”
The bad premonition lies in Yuan’s heart beating wildly, and the next moment, he heard Jiang Jiuge’s merciless voice fall:
“Let’s leave the Holy Land right now.”.