Although the black-clothed Zuoshi was damaged, there was no physical injury, so it didn't seem to be a difficult thing for her to get out of it. However, just as her body flew up, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared behind her, and a pitch-black chain was thrown towards her. Seeing the black chain, the black-clothed Zuoshi screamed: "How is it possible for a hundred ghosts to trap the gods?"

Although the Hundred Ghosts Divine Site Formation was not refined by the Black-clothed Left Envoy, she could be sure that she had already used the pride of this Hundred Ghosts. However, she never expected that this formation had been the perfection of the Hundred Ghosts. At this time, it was one of the most powerful changes in the formation. It was made by the Yin Qi of the Hundred Ghosts. Not to mention that her mind was shocked now, even when her mind was not damaged, she could not escape the Hundred Ghosts Divine Site.

The chain instantly enveloped the body of the black-clothed left envoy. Under the suppression of the chain, the black-clothed left envoy fell to the ground. She shouted deeply, and just as she was about to use the magic trick, a fist hit her abdomen. The punch was filled with violent power. The moment the fist collided, the magic trick that had already been prepared was instantly dispersed.

Fang Ling's eyes were full of blood at this time. Although the hundreds of silence needles were already clamped by his immovable Vajra body, a strange aura was still circulating in his body. This aura swallowed the spiritual energy in his body, making his already exhausted mind even more fragile. At this moment, Fang Ling felt that he would faint at any time.

You can't faint! You have reached the critical moment of life and death. If you faint, you will be dead. As long as you kill this black-clothed left envoy, you can survive!

The desire to survive roared wildly in Fang Ling's heart. His fist was even more like a storm, constantly hitting the body of the black-clothed left envoy.

"Bang bang bang!" Fang Ling himself didn't know how many fists he had punched. His spiritual sense was already blurred as he swung his fist. In this blur, the only thing he saw was a cold and beautiful face, which was much bigger by his punch. In the end, Fang Ling, who seemed to have used all his strength, fainted heavily.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Ling woke up from his deep sleep. He did not open his eyes immediately, but wanted to use his spiritual sense to see the environment around him. But before he could activate his spiritual sense, a huge pain made his eyes dark.

If it weren't for the reincarnation training on the way to find immortality, Fang Ling would have fainted this time. He gritted his teeth tightly and tried to keep himself awake. After all, he didn't know if the black-clothed left envoy was beaten to death by himself. As soon as he woke up, he would have had more chances.

After a while, Fang Ling opened his eyes and found that he was not on the barren mountain. His location was a stone house. The cottage was only two feet in a radius. Except for the stone collapse where he was lying, there were only two stone piers and a stone table. This should be a cultivator's cave. Who brought him here? Also, the black-clothed left envoy, I don't know what's going on now.

A thirst in his mouth made Fang Ling want to drink water extremely. He struggled to stand up, but felt that his body seemed to be not his own and was not under his control at all.

"Bang!" While struggling, a jade bowl was smashed to the ground by Fang Ling. The crisp sound seemed particularly loud in the quiet space. The closed stone door was gently pushed open, and a middle-aged Taoist who looked over fifties walked in with a smile: "Is this little friend awake?"

Although this Taoist is not young, he looks extremely energetic. While walking, he gives people a feeling of being elegant and outspoken. However, through the qi-seeing technique, Fang Ling could not see this person's cultivation for a moment. He is at least a real person of Jindan, right? Although Fang Ling is injured now, he can still recognize him at first sight with a cultivator of the same level as him. Whether it is a blessing or a disaster, Fang Ling stood up quickly and said respectfully: "Thank you for saving your life."

"Oh, it is normal for us to save lives for the Taoist people, let alone we are fellow Taoists who practice together." The man waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "My friend, you have been hit by the needle of Nirvana. Although you have been suppressed by two red fire pills of my Dao, the remaining poison still exists in your body. It is best to regulate your breathing now."

Fang Ling nodded and said, "Thank you, senior, please tell me the name of Gao?"

"You call me Fuxuzi." As the Taoist spoke, he picked up a jade cup and handed it to Fang Ling and said: "There are some stone milks in this cup, which are very effective for my friend's injuries. I will drink it and then use my mana."

Fang Ling drank the stone breasts into his stomach without any hesitation. It was not that he was not prepared for Fuxuzi, but that he had been in a coma for so long. If Fuxuzi wanted to secretly use tricks against him, he had already stayed on him. Now he was more careful, not only would it not be of any effect, but it would also make people laugh at him for nothing.

At the entrance of the cool stone breasts, Fang Ling felt that the fluid was generated from his tongue, and a sensation of heat rose from his heart. Fang Ling, who had used the Blood Burning Art, needed such treasures to be recuperated. He immediately thanked the Taoist, and sat cross-legged on the stone collapse and started to activate his Peiyuan Gong.

Fu Xuzi looked at Fang Ling who was surrounded by rolling fog in just a moment, and a smile appeared on his face. This was not the open smile Fang Ling saw just now, but a satisfied and weird smile. Fang Ling, who was doing his skills, naturally could not see the smile that Fu Xuzi showed.

After the 9981 cycles of practice, Fang Ling's face turned red. The spiritual consciousness that was heartbreaking to the point of operation also improved. Although it was not as wide as it was at the beginning, the tiger in the spiritual consciousness had already condensed its body again. However, this tiger was much dimmer than before.

"Huh?" Fang Ling frowned after circulating his spiritual consciousness. He found that there was a strange forbidden ban between his Ren and Du meridians. This forbidden seemed to have no effect on his body, but as long as he was slightly touched, his magic power would have a strange backlash.

This... thoughts made Fang Ling sweat a little. At this moment, the voice of the floating Xuzi suddenly sounded in his ears: "Since the fellow Taoist has fully recovered his cultivation, please go to the hall."

Fang Ling immediately put away the doubts in his heart and walked out of the stone chamber quickly. When he walked into the not-so-large hall, Fu Xuzi was talking to someone. When he saw Fang Ling walking in, he waved his hand with a smile: "Fellow Daoist sits here."

After Fang Ling thanked Fu Xuzi, he looked at another person. At this time, the man also looked at him fiercely, and there seemed to be endless flames in his angry eyes, burning Fang Ling to ashes.

This is a woman, wearing a black robe, which makes her look nine points more cool. Fang Ling has also seen many beauties in Qudu City, but both Princess Qingyi and Cheng Xiaolian are slightly inferior in front of this woman. Not only because of her appearance, but also because of her temperament. If this woman's face was not a little fat, she would be more beautiful. Although Fang Ling was not very fond of female sex, she couldn't help but comment on the woman at this time.

"Hmph!" A cold hum sounded from the woman's nose. Fang Ling heard the hum and woke up from the evaluation of the woman's face. He glanced at the woman again and immediately confirmed the woman's identity: the left envoy in black, this woman was the left envoy in black who made him desperately.

No wonder I felt that the woman’s face was a little inconsistent. It turned out that it was the reason for it. Thinking of his fist before he fell into a coma, Fang Ling believed that the woman’s appearance should be more inconsistent than now.

"Haha, for my sake, please put the grudges between you first." Just as the black-clothed man stretched out his hand to touch the small Qiankun bag on his waist, the floating silence said.

Although the black-clothed left envoy was unwilling, he finally said respectfully: "Senior, how dare the little girl disobeyed?"

"You two have achieved foundation building at a young age. They are rare geniuses in all sects. It is really heartbreaking to fight for both sides of the country." Fu Xuzi said this and waved his hand and said, "If I hadn't been passing by for collecting herbs the day before yesterday, the two of them would have died on the deserted mountain."

Fang Ling and the woman in black stood up at the same time and said, "Thank you for your help, senior, I will never forget the kindness of you."

Fu Xuzi smiled and said, "You two friends are so polite."

While speaking, Fu Xuzi slapped the table and three cups of fragrant tea floated out of the stone table. Fu Xuzi picked up a cup of tea and drank it, then said calmly: "This is a hundred-year-old Song Akiko collected by me by chance. In addition to being able to exercise true qi, it has a famous effect. Two fellow Taoists will try it."

Fang Ling calmly picked up the teacup and took a sip, but the black-clothed left envoy obviously hesitated for a moment, but then she also picked up the tea and took a sip.

"I have always liked to be a wise man and not to say secret words. I saved two fellow Taoists. One reason is that it is a pity to die in the mountains with the qualifications of two fellow Taoists. Another reason is that some things need the help of two fellow Taoists."

Speaking of this, Fu Xuzi smiled faintly, but he didn't see any movement. Fang Ling felt that the spiritual energy on his body suddenly reversed, and a piercing pain of thousands of insects constantly collided with him.

Although Fang Ling thought that his concentration was amazing, he couldn't help but sweat in his forehead at this moment. The black-clothed left envoy gritted his teeth tightly, and dripped blood gently dripped from her lips.
Chapter completed!