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Chapter 1117 Return to Chengtian

Fang Ling's divine thought flashed and directly activated the Chiyou's battle soul sealed in his body by the yellowish figure, and enveloped the four ghosts of Mangshan.

In an instant, the four ghosts of Mangshan felt a huge murderous intent overwhelmed them.

As the peak of the Taoist Lord, the four ghosts of Mangshan experienced a lot of killings, but at this moment, at the moment when they were covered by the majestic murderous intent, they felt that they seemed to be a canfly shrouded under the ancient giant beasts, so how could they dare to have the slightest resistance?

For a moment, the little resistance in the hearts of the four people disappeared in an instant under the suppression of Fang Ling's divine thoughts.

Although Duke Lu Wang was not shrouded in Chi You's battle soul, he could also feel the powerful murderous intent emitted from Fang Ling.

His eyes flashed, and he became more and more respectful.

"No need to be polite!" After retracting Chiyou's battle soul, Fang Ling waved to the five people and said, "Get up!"

The four ghost brothers in Mangshan stood up from the ground. They glanced at each other and found sweat stains on each other's faces.

"Is this retreat still going well?" Fang Ling seemed to be accustomed to family matters and asked lightly at the four ghost brothers in Mangshan.

The big ghost, who was the head of the four ghosts in Mangshan, quickly clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your concern. The young men have gained something in seclusion this time."

Fang Ling nodded, then casually said a few questions about cultivation, and waved his hand to let the four ghosts of Mangshan retreat.

After the Four Ghosts left, Lu Wanggong bowed to Fang Ling and said, "Congratulations to the Great Heavenly Lord for his great progress in his cultivation."

"Why don't you congratulate me for not obtaining those four ancient imperial paths?" Fang Ling lacked good feelings for Lu Wanggong who was practicing the way of fate, so he said this. He felt a tough feeling.

Lu Wanggong's expression froze and wanted to say something. In the end, he chose to shut up. He practiced the way of fate, and usually he saw farther than others, but what involved the laws of the ancient imperial Tao was not something he could see through.

"You are back just in time. There is another thing here that you need to do." Fang Ling waved at Lu Wanggong and said, "Since you know about Xuanyuan Tomb, I believe you are not unfamiliar with Fuxi Tomb and Yan Emperor City."

At this moment, Lu Wanggong had already understood what Fang Ling was going to ask him to look for. He showed a hint of difficulty and bowed to Fang Ling and said, "Great Heavenly Lord. These two places are like Xuanyuan Tomb, and they are hard to come by."

"I didn't ask you to find these two places, I just asked you to find out some news about these two places."

Fang Ling said in a deep voice without waiting for Lu Wanggong to finish speaking.

Lu Wanggong looked at Fang Ling with a calm expression, pondered for a while, and then said: "In the legend, Yan Emperor City once appeared in the Southern Wilderness, but this is just a legend."

Fang Ling did not expect Lu Wanggong to really help him find Yan Emperor City or Fuxi's tomb. The reason he handed over these two tasks to Lu Wanggong was because at this moment, Lu Wanggong and others were not very useful to him.

It would be better to let Mr. Lu Wang look for it. After all, Mr. Lu Wang’s calculation of the fate path is helpful for finding something.

At this time, there was news about Yan Emperor City in Lu Wanggong's mouth, which made his eyes look happy.

"There is no wind and waves. Since there is such a legend, maybe we will gain some rewards in the Southern Wilderness." After pondering for a moment, Fang Ling said again: "In the dangerous land of the Southern Wilderness, I will let the four ghost brothers in Mangshan be your company. With the strength of your four people, self-protection should be enough."

"Thank you, the Great Heavenly Lord." Lu Wanggong bowed to Fang Ling with gratitude. Although his cultivation is good, and he is still practicing the life path, with the help of the four ghost brothers in the Mangshan Mountain, his strength to protect himself will be several times stronger.

"What does the legendary Yan Emperor City look like?" Fang Ling asked solemnly.

"The legend of Yan Emperor City is also something that my subordinates occasionally hear. It is said that someone was chased by ferocious beasts in the endless mountains of the southern desert and lost his direction. When he woke up, he found a giant city in the distance!"

Lu Wanggong's eyes said with a hint of fascination: "The city is three thousand feet high and covers an area of ​​one hundred thousand miles. The whole city is red, and it seems to be in the flames."

"And there is a huge monument in that city, with two huge words "Yan Emperor" engraved on it!"

"After seeing Yan Emperor City, the man felt that he had discovered the treasure, so he searched wildly in the direction of Yan Emperor City. He searched for a total of 130 years, but he never found any trace of Yan Emperor City again."

Fang Ling was not surprised at the Yan Emperor City, which covers an area of ​​100,000 miles. After all, Xuanyuan Tomb covers an area of ​​hundreds of thousands of miles.

This place that hides the ancient imperial law, because it has the mystery of the ancient imperial law, covers a huge area, but can be accommodated in every flower and a leaf.

After asking Lu Wanggong in detail, Fang Ling asked Lu Wanggong to take the four ghosts of Mangshan to the southern wilderness.

Although it may not be possible to find Yan Emperor City, it is also an opportunity to let them give it a try.

Although the Yan Emperor City and the Fuxi Tomb are not so easy to find, as long as there are traces to follow, they can definitely be found.

Maybe they have been discovered long ago, but the person who discovered them, like Lu Jinyuan, has never been made public.

Just as Fang Ling was in deep thought, Qingjuan's voice sounded again: "Great Heaven Lord, after a thousand miles, we will reach the waters of Bilong Island."

"Get out all my ceremonial guards and let's walk slowly!" Fang Ling lifted up the bead curtain that blocked him and instructed slowly.

The dark blue sea water reflected into Fang Ling's eyes from a distance, and Fang Ling felt familiar and unfamiliar in the waters of Bilong Island.

When I left last time, I was still the owner of this sea area, but now I am just a guest.

I'm afraid in the eyes of the master Chengyuan Daojun, he is still an unpopular guest. It is really normal to use the word "bad guest" to describe himself.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a group of monks flew over in front. They looked at Fang Ling's car and hesitated for a moment. Someone still said in a deep voice: "This place is the realm of inheriting the heavenly way, and people stop."

"The Supreme Wuji Haotian Jinque Grand Heavenly Lord came to Chengtian Dao and pay a visit to Chengyuan Daojun!" Qing Juan stepped forward gracefully and said lightly.

The person who spoke was Chengtian Dao. After hearing the name in Qingjuan Newspaper, he was stunned for a moment. A hint of surprise, a hint of confusion, a hint of respect, and a hint of confusion in his eyes...

But in the end, he bowed respectfully to Fang Ling's car and said, "Please wait for a moment, and I'll report it now!" (To be continued...)
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