In fact, 60 years ago, Yemer has completed the deduction of five lines of the fairy sword array, and the five lines are complete, and they have the qualification to enter the period of smelting.

But Yemer did not do this, because he was going to continue to perfect the Sutra, and then ... to repair the work.

Yes, Ye Mo wants to abolish the practice of practicing, starting from the beginning, starting from the beginning, starting from the refining, and then cultivating it step by step.

Yemer does not know what the consequences of this will be, whether it will take thousands of years, whether it will not reach this point, whether it will...lose the miniature world, after all, his master is already mortal.

The risk is greater than the sky, and the ordinary monks are not afraid to do so, because this is not much different from the reincarnation repair, and even the reincarnation is better than the repair of the waste, because after the reincarnation, the qualifications may change, although this may not be much.

What does it mean to repair abusing, and how dangerous it is, Yemer will naturally not be unclear, in fact, if it is not a huge harvest in the imperial palace, if it is not for the jade Janes given by Master Chen Feng, Yemer will not have this idea.

Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was fate... Yemer was born with the idea of re-repair.

But even so, Yemer was still a little hesitant, and his nature hesitated, and the reason for hesitation was ... the miniature world.

Other Yemer are not worried, only worried about this miniature world, if they fall into the dust and become mortals, will this miniature world also degenerate into... fairy paintings, or gray eggs?

Ye Mo did not know that this was a gamble, a gamble!

And his bet, it is likely to be the fairy road, or even life.

Therefore, Yemer hesitated.

This hesitation is a year.

A year later, Yemer did nothing, thought nothing, just thought, thinking, it was not worth doing.

Finally, on this day, Yemer spit a breath, his eyes were scattered in the clear sky in the distance, and then slightly looked up, staring at the endless and deep sky.

Through this sky, Yemer was as silent as ever, and in his confused thoughts, he suddenly sounded what he said to himself when he felt it.

“Supreme... a group of fairy-world supremes surrounded themselves, even if they entered the lower realm and reincarnated into the third, they did not let me go.”

Ye Mo’s eyes were calm, his heart talking to himself.

The snow-capped mountains were lonely, the cold wind seats, and the mountains were once again in silence.

I don't know how long it was past, a wisp of sunshine broke through the heavy sky, broke the snow, gently sprinkled, shone on Yemer ice's indifferent face.

"The fairy world . . . how to go back to the fairy world, or not against you, in the past I worked hard for hundreds of millions of years, did not break through that level, back after how can..."

Ye Mo suddenly had a sense of enlightenment, and the warm sun reflected on the plain face, but could not cover the cold of the cold in the deep and deep eyes.

Although it is only the peak of the gods at this moment, there are still one hundred and eighty thousand miles away from the Xiadu, but Yemer has thought of returning to the situation after the fairy world.

In this lower world, as long as he reaches the immortality period, and even as long as he is at the peak of the falsity, it is enough to look at the whole world, without fear of any threat, and the will of heaven cannot help him.

But we can get to the fairy world.

At that time, he was a fairy, plus an ice lotus fairy, the two joined forces, or was chased into the plains of the world, into the lower boundary to survive.

Yemer knows that in the past hundreds of millions of years, he has not broken through the level of immortality, even if he can reach the level of immortality in this life, waiting for himself, is still endless pursuit, what can he do?Do you go into chaos?

What’s the difference with gambling?

"Instead of it, it's better to fight at this moment."

Yemer finally decided to come down, the fist slightly clenched, feeling the weight of the ocean in the body like the pound of blood, billowing, can collapse the earth's power, the face can not help but show a sad and relaxed smile.

“Shut up!”

Yemer held a fist in one hand, one hand choking, showing fuss and madness, the breath in the body completely burst out, bombardment, the terrible breath of the polar region instantly swept thousands of miles of space, but that is, this thousands of miles range, and then it was completely restricted.

As soon as this breath broke out, it quickly weakened, from the peak of the god to the late stage of the god, then the middle of the god, the beginning of the god... The breath weakened quickly, but in an hour, the last breath of Yemer dissipated, completely from the high above the fairy to the mortal.

At the same time, the qi and blood of an invincible realm are also weakened and weakened, and the realm of physical repair has fallen into the dust.

"Hush", Yemer finally can not support, the whole person languished down, suddenly fell in the snow, at the same time, around, burst into a bright light, into a translucent light curtain, covering him, so as not to be frozen by the fierce storm on this mountain.

The pain of repair and repair is far from ordinary monks who can endure, and at this moment Yemer is also sweating all over, as if he was caught out of the water, his whole body has no strength.

Yemer looked at the exquisite Dan bottle that had already been prepared, slowly reached out his hand, just when his hand touched the Dan bottle, suddenly, the sky shook, Yemer and the micro world left only the fine connection to let him know clearly, this is the spread of the entire micro-world shock!

“Really degenerating?”

Yemer smiled miserably, lying feebly on the ground, and did not go to take the Dan bottle, and lay on the ground like a confession.

The Rumble...

The vibration of the micro-world is becoming more and more fierce, spreading every inch of the world, such as the sky turning, if the earth is over, the mountains are shaking, the rivers and seas are drenched, and the endless mountains are veins, erupting out of the rolling sticky magma, and the countless creatures are afraid to flee.

“The sky is falling, help.”

The pupod tree sprinkled its feet from a valley, tugged at the throat and shouted, and then turned into a water blue fairy rainbow.

"Hush" a smoldering sound, the fairy source water durian tree hit the micro world barrier, the pain of its branches and leaves trembling, trembling, and then continue to tug at the throat scream, of course, shouting at the same time did not forget to scold Yemer.

On the other hand, the emperor and the plan have come out of the retreat, stood up in the corner, frowned at this scene, and then looked at the direction of Yemer's retreat, showing the color of worry.

However, no matter how worried they are, they can't do anything at this moment, in the micro-world, Yemer is the master, even if Yemer gives them part of the right, it is only the control of their own retreat, not to mention that the entire micro-world has been in chaos, Yemer can do nothing, let alone say.

The top of the giant.

Yemer opened his eyes sharply, stunned, suddenly remembered something, smiled bitterly: "It's over, forget Yan Er, glazed and still."

At this time, Ye Mo really regretted it, the deep understanding of asceticism, even did not think of these three people in the micro-world for a while, and now I remembered that it was already a little late.

With a sigh, Yemer no longer thought much, lying quietly on the ground waiting for death.

...

However, I don't know how long ago, Yemer suddenly found that the vibration of this miniature world, I don't know when, it slowly stopped until the vibration completely disappeared.

"Oh, yeah?What’s going on?”

Yemer found that this situation, can not help but froze, and then ecstasy... Anyway, the collapse of the micro-world has stopped, which is not a bad thing.

At this time, Yemer looked at it, closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened it again, he could not help but relax a great breath, and there was a sense of thriller for the rest of his life.

Just now, the miniature world passed a message by its weak connection with the owner of Yemer.

All of this is done by the self-saved of the micro-world.

The level of the gray egg evolution of the world is related to the number of reincarnations of the owner, and whether each time is complete is related to the cultivation of the master.

According to common sense, indeed, as Yemer speculates, the cultivation of the realm falls, and the micro-world will gradually degenerate and, to a certain extent, it will collapse directly.

The dramatic shock of the micro-world just now also proves that the micro-world is gradually collapsing.

However, this is only the case with ordinary grey eggs.

Yemer’s gray eggs, unlike ordinary gray eggs, are the fusion of male and female eggs and are absolutely perfect worlds, so when the micro-world gradually collapses, it saves itself and stops the pace of collapse.

This made Yemer breathless, but not reassured.

Because the message of the micro-world also says that it can only hold on for a decade at most, if time acceleration is carried out in the micro-world, no matter how big the acceleration area, or how many regions, and no matter how many times the acceleration, there is only more than a year outside, and the time acceleration is more than 100 years.

For more than a hundred years, Yemer needed to at least return to the divine period in order to stabilize the miniature world so that it would not collapse.

“The Hundred Years of God...”

Yemer was silent for a moment.

Before he went from mortal to chemical gods, it really did not spend much time, it seems that it is indeed less than a hundred years, or more than 100 years, such a talent, enough to be called genius, he spent more time, is in the creation of magic and practice, and perception.

For him, these are not needed for the time being, only need to cultivate, and there is also a lot of natural treasure support, which should be easier to say.

However, it should be noted that Yemmer is now re-cultivating, not the practice of "sitting and forgetting the Fairy Sutra", nor the "Blood Magical Gong" or other exercises, but the self-created, and no one has ever cultivated the practice.

Although this "memorial" is Yemer's own creation, no one has cultivated, even if Yemer, the founder of the practice, does not know how the effect is, whether there will be any problem in the middle, whether this problem can be solved...

These are difficult to predict and solve the problem, can only explore the progress, so that if you can become a hundred years of God, I am afraid that you will have to make a question mark.

“You’re not living by yourself, can you?”

Yemer laughed bitterly, then took the bottle hard, poured a small piece of medicine from it, and swallowed it.

This drug is really counted, not even Lingdan, just solidification, to strengthen the use of blood, precisely, Yeme now lack this.

"Since the wood is already a boat, there is no way to retreat, then go down and see what way out of it!"

A glimmer of firmness and fierceness on his face, Ye Mo solemnly closed his eyes, and lay on the ground like this, running the practice of the Sutra-Euras.

At the beginning of the Memorical Sutra created by Yemer, it was carried out at the same time as the refining and refining, and when it entered the foundation, it would be separated, and each had different paths.

"The Sutra - If the Avenue is lacking", the gas refining article, there is a cloud at the beginning: "The road is a micro-god, extremely guarding the yang; the gas condensation is defrosted, and the gas is deflated."