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"Puff", a mouthful of blood spurted out from Dong Haoran's mouth. ◎Literature Museum◎This mouthful of blood was not the blood stasis caused by the injury, but the blood in his heart that he vomited out under his breath. As the mouthful of blood was spit out, Dong Haoran felt that his body began to become weak and weak.

"Senior Brother Dong vomited blood!" A disciple of Lishan Palace standing beside him shouted in horror in his words.

Those who can become foundation-building are not people who can't calm down. The reason why this disciple of Lishan Palace is so panicked is because Dong Haoran's vomiting blood is really a big deal. For practitioners, especially those who have reached foundation-building, the breath in their hearts has been extremely harmonious, with very few, and it can even be said that it is difficult to vomit out the essence and blood in their hearts. Once this happens, it is a big problem, and it may even be depressed from then on.

"Feel the heart-replenishing pill to Senior Brother Dong, and quickly take Senior Brother Dong back to a quiet place to recuperate." A core disciple of Lishan Palace ordered loudly.

The disciples of Lishan Palace started to move in a hurry, while the disciples of the other three major sects stood quietly aside and looked at all this coldly. Dong Haoran no longer had the momentum of responding to the sound of the past.

"Who is the despicable villain!" A voice with emotion came from the crowd. With this sentence, someone said faintly: "It's good to faint."

"Who is talking sarcastic here? I have the will to stand up!" The Lishan Palace disciple who found Dong Haoran fainted loudly shouted in the direction of his speech. However, he shouted three times, but no one appeared. He heard a lot of sarcastic laughter.

"Junior brother, let's go!" The man surnamed Sun patted the junior brother's shoulder with a serious expression and said in a deep voice.

Although the man was a little unwilling, he instantly realized something when he looked at the faces of the brothers around him. Now it was no longer as shocking as before, and the shocking sword had already stepped on Dong Haoran and their faces of Lishan Palace underground.

Fang Ling didn't know about Dong Haoran's vomiting blood. At this time, he was very hurt, but he was in a good mood. He was unwilling to defend such villain behavior and did not bother to defend himself. Many things were slashed with one sword, and the world was clear!

Putting a few elixirs to replenish qi into his mouth, Fang Ling put the twelve mysterious flags around him. As the rolling smoke rose, Fang Ling once again sacrificed the Lashan Secret Realm map and wrapped himself in the secret realm map. Sitting cross-legged under the big tree at the top of the Lashan Secret Realm. A stream of spiritual energy entered Fang Ling's body as if mad. He used the Peiyuan Practice and slowly practiced. After eighty-one cycles, the true energy in Fang Ling's body had reached its peak, but his face was still very pale. The two commands of the neon sword hurt his spiritual consciousness. It took some time to repair it. After practicing the formless heart technique for a while, Fang Ling felt much more relaxed. Knowing that it would be useless to practice it, Fang Ling took the Lashan Secret Realm map and walked out of the mysterious formation.

"Meet Senior Brother Fang Ling!" The moment Fang Ling came out of the formation, two Qingyuan Sect disciples in the early stage of foundation building respectfully clasped their fists and saluted at him.

Fang Ling glanced at the two disciples and found that neither of them knew each other. He nodded lightly and said, "What's wrong with you guys?"

"Senior Brother Guo came to ask Senior Brother Fang to discuss matters in an hour. After waiting for you for a while, when you see you are still in seclusion, let us two of us help you protect you." A foundation-building disciple smiled and said, "Save not to disturb you by any unknown beast."

Seeing the smiles and cultivation of the two of them, Fang Ling understood in his heart. Letting these two cultivators with the lowest cultivation level wait for him here. It was Guo Zhenying who told him that he had no other ideas. He was really thoughtful!

Fang Ling was not very interested in discussing the matter. He waved his hand and said, "Please tell me, you two, Senior Brother Guo Zhenying on their behalf, and said that I feel a little uncomfortable and don't understand the situation very well, so I won't participate in the discussion." While speaking, Fang Ling stepped away. The young disciple was about to persuade him again, but was pulled by the person who had just spoken and said in a secret way: "We have done what we should do, and we will just convey his meaning when we go back."

"Then Brother Guo..." The young disciple said halfway, and then he showed a clear expression. Fang Ling, as a pride of heaven who was completely in line with the magic weapon, has replaced Dong Haoran and become the strongest among the foundation-building cultivators in the five major sects. Who can still raise objections to his words?

Fang Ling turned back to the residence arranged by the Lin family for himself, and prepared to use his qi and adjust his breathing again. After all, for monks, spiritual consciousness is one of the most important means. The neon sword was mainly based on the fusion of flesh and blood established by himself and the neon sword. The use of spiritual consciousness only accounts for a small part, but this small part also shocked his mind. No wonder ordinary foundation-building monks could not control magic weapons at all. Fang Ling, who had a flash of thoughts in his mind, thought that the magic weapons were completely in line with this statement. I am afraid that the so-called complete harmony is that the monk himself and the magic weapons can establish a flesh-and-blood connection.

After sitting cross-legged for a while, Fang Ling felt that he was upset for a moment and could not practice at all. Fang Ling, who sighed, had dissipated half of his true energy. He knew that if he forced himself like this, he would be very likely to get possessed. He walked down the semen and Fang Ling looked around in the room. Although the position given by the Lin family was not the top spot, it was also very exquisite. A few green bamboos outside the door added a bit of elegance to the house.

There was paper on the table, and the best wolf hair was placed very well. Fang Ling picked up the wolf hair and gently wrote the words. He was originally going to write a poem he had recited in the past, but for some reason, the first word he wrote was in the Thousand Foshan Mountain. He remembered a passage from the Maitreya Sutra: "Advancing precepts, hearing, and meditation, and thinking and practicing the Brahmacharya, came to the original heart of my advice..." One by one, the words were written from Fang Ling. For a moment, Fang Ling felt that his mind was a little confused and calmed down. This feeling made him enjoy it very much, and he continued to write word by word. In a quarter of an hour, Fang Ling wrote all the verses. Looking at the fonts on the white paper that looked like dragons and snakes, Fang Ling showed a smile on his face. In the past, he was just a love for brush calligraphy, but now, he felt that his words seemed to have made great progress.

Fang Ling put down the pen and smiled gently. He was about to see the font he wrote, but he suddenly showed a hint of surprise. His spiritual sense, which was originally very hurt, was restored to most of his mind at this moment. Could it be that writing can restore spiritual sense? This idea made Fang Ling excited. After simply calming down his mood, Fang Ling picked up the pen and wrote an ancient poem he liked very much on the paper. After writing a poem "Spring River Moon Night", Fang Ling showed a smile on his face.

He was also very satisfied with the words, but at this time he was not in the mood to care about his words. His spiritual sense had not recovered at all. This discovery made Fang Ling pick up the pen again. This time, he still wrote the verse. As words were limp on the paper, Fang Ling unconsciously entered a state of ethereality. Half of his mind moved, he gently put down the pen, then waved his sleeves, and the written words entered his small Qiankun bag. His spiritual sense had recovered a lot, and he looked like he was as usual.

"Is it convenient for Senior Brother Fang now? Is it a good time to visit me if I have something to do." With a slight respectful voice, I heard from outside the room.

Guo Zhenying came in this time with enough courtesy and a smile on his face. Fang Ling even called out one senior brother. This time Guo Zhenying came with Lin Mucheng. Guo Zhenying's attitude made Lin Mucheng a little awkward when calling Fang Ling. It is said that he should call Fang Ling with Guo Zhenying as Senior Brother Fang, but where can he call him?

There was actually nothing important about these two people coming here, but to tell Fang Ling that the army of Lin Jin and the two families had already successfully joined the alliance. They had received a letter from the elders in the sect, asking them to lead their troops to Qu Ducheng and encircle the rebels gathered in Qu Ducheng. These things actually had nothing to do with Fang Ling, but Guo Zhenying came over to talk to Fang Ling in person in order to show his respect to Fang Ling. After all, Fang Ling was the strongest foundation-building cultivator here at this time. Thinking about the verses in the Sutra of the Sutra, Fang Ling had too much time to waste with Guo Zhenying? After a few words of randomness, Fang Ling sent Guo Zhenying and Lin Mucheng away.

When Lin Mucheng was about to leave, he wanted to say a few words to Fang Ling, but in the end he didn't say anything. Fang Ling could see the trouble Lin Mucheng was suffering. However, only Lin Mucheng himself could solve this trouble. After all, Fang Ling himself was still Fang Ling.

He picked up the pen again and wrote another verse. This time the damage suffered by his spiritual consciousness had been completely restored. Fang Ling, who was very happy, began to try to recite the verse in his heart again. During the silent chanting, Fang Ling felt his spiritual consciousness become more and more empty. The tiger in the middle of the spiritual consciousness seemed to condense a little when Fang Ling recited the verse silently. The moment he finished reciting the entire verse, Fang Ling sensed the dark void, as if a line rushed into his heart. This line sent a soft breath to himself, which instantly strengthened his mind. However, just when he wanted to capture the origin of this line, the line disappeared without a trace.

Fang Ling tried again, but still couldn't catch the thread. Although she was unwilling, Fang Ling finally chose to put it on for the time being. After all, there are many things that cannot be forced.

"Are Senior Brother Fang here? My little sister Chun Wushuang has something to ask for a meeting." A gentle voice came into Fang Ling's ears along the breeze.
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