One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

Meng Guiyi made a seal with both hands and walked straight up.

And this Supreme Temple is still spreading upwards, as if it wants to poke a hole out of the sky.

Although Meng Guiyi didn't know what the surface axis tower in other planes looked like, he also knew that since this surface axis tower could support a plane, it must have something unique.

At this moment, she only hoped that the group of monks in the Supreme Temple would be fine.

She really didn't mean it.

Meng Guiwen really didn't know that the shaft tower would rise from the ground after it was activated.

When she reached the top of the tower, the shaft tower had passed through the clouds, and even reached a height where Meng Guiwen and the others would not normally appear.

At this time, she looked down, and could only see the True Wind Continent slowly shrinking under her feet.

But the fringe positions are constantly expanding.

That is to say, before the outskirts of the True Wind Continent were inaccessible open seas, and now there are countless lands in the open seas, so that the area of ​​the True Wind Continent will be even larger in the future.

And the fog surrounding the True Wind Continent is slowly spreading and being absorbed by the ground.

This made Meng Guiyi stunned for a while.

She has lived for so long, and this is the first time she has witnessed the birth of a plane.

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Meng Guiwen stared at the Zhenfeng Continent under his feet, looked at it for a while, and then went up to see his ancestors and the group of monks.

Especially Wuti, now that his spiritual power has dissipated, he is so high, I don't know if she can bear it?

When Meng Guiwen appeared in front of the Supreme Temple, he found a huge golden lotus enchantment covering the entire Supreme Temple.

At this time, the wind in the sky was so strong that even she could feel the burning pain when the wind passed over her skin.

If they go further up, maybe they will be torn apart by these strong winds.

Thinking of this, Meng Guiwen thought that Feng Qi and Yu Heng said that on the plane mentioned by Feng Qi and Yu Heng, there can be a low-level god realm, that is, the immortals above the immortals and below the gods.

Meng Guiwen's understanding of immortals is still known from Hua Yuanyue's memories and scripts.

But her world is full of names of gods and gods, and the difference between gods and immortals is not that big.

But now Meng Guiwen has no way to study these gods.

We still have to get these people out.

When Meng Guiwen fell to the ground, he saw that even though the monks were protected by his ancestors, many of them had passed out.

And there were bloodstains at the corners of their eyes and mouths. If this continued, they would really die.

Thinking of this, she didn't have time to think too much, she formed a seal with her hands, and directly expanded her state of mind, bringing everyone into her state of mind.

After making sure that no one was missed, Meng Guiwen jumped up.

And after she jumped off the Supreme Temple, there was a creak behind her, which made Meng Guiyi unable to look back.

Afterwards, she saw that the rising tower broke and reorganized directly, as if to form a new area above the sky.

And the tower shafts below were also disconnected and turned over one after another.

One of them also bumped towards Meng Guiyi, but fortunately Meng Guiyi avoided it in time, if it really hit, it would not be a joke.

Meng Guiwen's falling speed was very fast, because she stretched out her state of mind and couldn't stop her falling speed with all her strength.

Because the place where she is located is too high.

With her current cultivation, she cannot stop the attraction of Zhenfeng Continent to her.

As she got closer and closer to the ground, Meng Guiwen felt sparks sparking from her body and the air.

She barely turned her face in the air.

It was fine before, but now I can no longer break my sword bone.

But the probability of breaking the sword bone when falling from the front and falling from the back is more or less.

But she has long been used to the broken sword bone, and she is not afraid of breaking it again.

But when Meng Guiyi was about to accept her fate, a silver light rushed out of her state of mind instantly.

Meng Guiyi was startled, she didn't react at all, a strong thrust bounced her upwards.

Although it was painful, it was still within her tolerance.

It's not the feeling of a broken sword bone.

But she still clearly heard the sound of something breaking.

Meng Guiwen fell again, but at this time the gravitational force on her body had been removed, and she turned over and landed smoothly.

She put her hands together in seals to regain her mind, and all the monks were scattered on the ground.

Fortunately, those people are fine.

She adjusted the spiritual power in her body, and then looked into the deep pit.

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She headed for the center of the pit.

The dust that was smashed up gradually dissipated.

The sunlight fell on the ground, allowing her to spot a little bit of metallic reflection in the pit.

Meng Guiwen walked towards those reflective spots.

Then he squatted down and picked up the pieces from the ground.

It is a fragment of several large fan-shaped bones.

Meng Guiwen looked at the fragment and was suddenly startled.

She was startled and couldn't feel the breath of the Broken Cloud Fan anymore.

And in her sword bone, there is only the breath of wind and snow.

Moreover, Fengxue also seemed to be forcibly thrown from the Cloud Broken Fan.

As for the other swords, they all lost their breath.

"Ancestor, what is this?" Meng Guiwen held the fragment in his hand and couldn't help asking Feng Qi.

Feng Qi was standing on the edge of the huge pit right now.

"This is its choice." Feng Qi said.

At this moment, his arm was covered in blood.

Obviously, it was injured by the backlash of the wind and snow when it was pulled out.

Meng Guiwen picked up the pieces one by one.

"It belongs to me, why should I help the master make the decision?" Meng Guiwen's voice was a little hoarse.

Obviously weapons are just weapons in Meng Guiwen's eyes.

In the past, she almost threw it away when she ran out.

After all, weapons are just dead objects in her eyes.

But the Broken Cloud Fan is different.

It can talk to itself, and can tease its ancestors with itself. When I use it, I always feel that I am so cool.

Now it is secretly helping itself to block the force of the fall.

But it's just a fan, why should it be.

"The highest honor of a weapon is to protect its master. It is very happy to do so. Don't blame it." Feng Qi said.

With the ability at that time, he couldn't even leave Meng Guiwen's state of mind, and there was no way out of it.

If the Broken Cloud Fan didn't help Meng Guiwen take off the impact, even if the girl wasn't killed, it wouldn't be much better.

Listening to Feng Qi's words, Meng Guiyi bit her lips tightly and did not speak.

She knelt down and picked all the pieces out of the dirt.

Not only the Broken Cloud Fan, but also other swords.

When she saw the pieces of the Yuheng sword, she raised her hand to look at Feng Qi.

"It's broken, I'm sorry." Meng Guiwen said.

And the words have already brought a crying voice.

This is the most precious sword of the ancestors, and it was also broken by her.

Feng Qi looked at Meng Guiyi who was crying into tears, and then walked down from the high slope.

Walking up to her, he stretched out his hand to pull her up from the ground, and bent down to help her flick the dust off her body.

"Hey, it's okay. It won't blame you, and I won't blame you. You don't need to apologize. At this moment, Jian and I probably think that it's a good thing you're okay, and that's enough." Feng Qi stretched out his hand to help Meng Guiwen wipe away the tears on his face, and then smiled.

After being told by Feng Qi, Meng Guiyi lowered his head to look at the fragments in his hand.

But tears still couldn't help falling on these fragments.

In the past, she didn't understand why everyone cherished their natal weapons so much.

After all, if a weapon is broken, it can be rebuilt.

But looking at these fragments now, she knew that the time when they were wanton together would never come back.