Fang Ling had no plans at all where he went.

So much so that he simply chose one randomly. After all, no matter how powerful Yan Chenzhou was, he could not even know where he was going.

Looking around, the world was vast and the scene of everything blew up, which made Fang Ling only sure that it was autumn here.

There is vastness to the east, vastness to the west, and there is also vastness to the south, only in the north, it seems that there is a small mountain.

According to Fang Ling’s experience in practicing over the years, basically, where there are mountains, the spiritual energy will be a little stronger than that in ordinary places. This is also why most sects are willing to build their sects on the mountain.

Frowning, Fang Ling chose the east and quickly ran towards the east of the vast plain.

The reason he chose the east side was because the east side was not the place where practitioners practiced. And the more this was the case, the more suitable it was for him to hide his traces.

Ten miles...10 miles...200 miles...

By activating the remaining mysterious female power, Fang Ling ran forward for four or five hundred miles before stopping. Along the way, he used the Demon-Demon Banner to cover up all his traces, and he did not dare to have any nostalgia for the villages and towns that appeared beside him.

Finally, the fatigue that came over forced him to stop. He glanced at Sifang for a few times and found that there was no threat around him, Fang Ling stopped.

He pondered for a moment and directly used the method of escaping the ground, escaping his body into a position thirty feet underground.

After falling into the solid rocks underground, Fang Ling activated the Demon-Resistance Banner. He dug a cave in the earth that could hide a person, and set up several invisible formations around the cave, and then he felt relieved.

Sitting in the cave, Fang Ling took a secret breath, and now he felt a little safe.

However, he not only did not regret the fact that he fought for Yan Chenzhou, but on the contrary, there was a little joy in his heart.

Through that force, he felt that Yan Chenzhou was not invincible. As long as his cultivation reached, he could use his Nirvana Seal Seal to make the arrogant Yan Chenzhou return to silence forever.

I believe that this loss will definitely make Yan Chenzhou grit his teeth.

While feeling happy, Fang Ling couldn't help but want to smile, but a smile just rose on his face, and he felt extremely painful all over his body.

The breaking of meridians has affected all parts of Fang Ling's body. Even a simple laugh is not a simple thing for Fang Ling.

After taking a breath, Fang Ling began to check how much strength he still has. For him, his current strength is the greatest reliance on saving his life.

In the dantian, the golden elixir formed by the light green aura gathered, seemed dull and dull at this time. The black golden elixir formed by the mysterious female** also appeared a dark black at this time.

Fortunately, this Xuanpin still has 10% of its magic power. It can be used by him.

Fang Ling did not take 10% of his magic power seriously in the past, but at this moment, this magic power was the foundation for his survival.

As for the golden villain who was three inches above his two dantians, which was formed by the warning under the Bodhi tree, he had no energy at this time.

Although he was still sitting cross-legged, the whole villain looked extremely depressed.

Even from this villain, Fang Ling felt a feeling of about to collapse.

This villain was Fang Ling's greatest harvest under the Bodhi tree on Mount Dasumeru. Sitting under the Bodhi tree, he was completely in a state of no desire or desire as the last handprint Buddha statue appeared in his heart.

This time I sat for a month.

When the Great Sumeru Meeting was about to end, Fang Ling woke up from his meditation. In addition to the one hundred and eight hand seals in his heart that combined into nine Dharma seals, this golden villain was one of his gains.

It can even be said that Fang Ling didn't have time to study this villain, but the battle started because of Huo Dongjie's forced.

The nine** Seal is extremely mysterious, and Fang Ling’s magic power basis for using these nine** Seals is this golden villain.

Now that this villain is about to collapse, Fang Ling's heart twitches. Although he doesn't know the specific name of this villain, he understands that this villain is definitely no worse than the Nascent Soul in terms of power.

The greatest gains of Mount Daxumi must not be lost just like this.

Fang Ling, who had a flash of thoughts in his mind, began to use introspection to detect the degree of injury of his body.

More than half of the meridians on the body were broken, and the thirteen acupoints were broken by blood and energy. If an ordinary Jindan real person encountered such injuries, the first thing he thought of was to give himself a knife and then take over the body and practice again.

It seems that it takes at least twenty years to repair these scars in his body. After calculating it, Fang Ling finally found an accurate number for how to repair his injuries.

Of course, if you enter famous mountains and rivers and have sufficient spiritual energy to help you, this time may be reduced by several years.

But Fang Ling is now afraid to enter the famous mountains and rivers. Although the map of Longhu Mountain Blessings is on him, it is too far away to make him dare not pass.

What's more, Yan Chenzhou has been there, and with his perverted cultivation, many prohibitions on Longhu Mountain's blessed land are not very effective on him.

As for the mountains and rivers in other mountains and rivers maps, Fang Ling did not think that it was better to be quiet than to move. This was his most ideal choice now.

Fang Ling took out a pill from his little Qiankun bag and took it slowly, and began to practice with his eyes closed.

He set up a map of Longhu Mountain Blessings on his head. Generally speaking, it is the spiritual consciousness of the Nascent Soul realm, and it is difficult for him to detect his existence.

Time flies, and more than a hundred days have passed before they can be seen. The power of the mysterious female in Fang Ling's body has begun to recover half of it. Fang Ling, who was meditating without saying a word, suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness.

His spiritual consciousness dispersed silently, and he sensed that on top of his head, there were seven or eight foundation-building monks and a golden elixir monk camping.

"Master, this time, my disciple went to the east to inquire for a thousand miles, but I heard no news." A mellow voice sounded in the void.

Along with this voice, someone said, "Master, I went to Xiji Gate to explore it. In the past few years, I have not found any unusual situations.

"The same is true for my disciples. Over the past year, no new cultivators have appeared in this area." Another voice said: "Disciple took General Zhenguo from this country as his disciple and conducted a one-year investigation of the entire country, but there was no surprise."

The reports from the next few people were almost the same. This report made Fang Ling's ears twitch.

These people searched so carefully, were they searching themselves?

For a moment, he became more cautious. He did not dare to have any other breath except to let his consciousness gently lie on a leaf.

The voice of the Jindan Zhenren also sounded at this time: "This is normal. There are many ways for that guy to escape, and he was expected not to be here."

"Our search this time is to see if he might be a fish that escapes the net. This evil is seriously injured now, and it is easier to deal with him now. Once he recovers from his injuries, there will be endless troubles!"

The words of Jindan Zhenren made silence all around, and then a disciple said in a deep voice: "Master, is that evil demon really powerful?"

"Of course, the ancestors of our sect suffered a great loss in his hands. If it weren't..." The Jindan Zhenren said this, and did not continue, but said in a deep voice: "You must be careful when searching, rather than trusting the existence of it. If anyone finds the trace of that person, the sect will be rewarded with great rewards."

"Core disciples, even sects can use secret medicine to directly improve your cultivation level to the level of Golden Pills. Do you understand!"

"Disciple, please understand!" There was a hint of excitement in the voices of several foundation-building monks. Obviously, they were very moved by the possible rewards.

Night began to fall outside, and after a simple gathering of several foundation-building monks and the Jindan monks, they all began to sit cross-legged in a large tent with their eyes closed to practice.

Fang Ling could not hear the voices of these monks, and also took back his spiritual consciousness. He had already made up his mind that after these people left, he would sink his temporary cave twenty feet further.

Although it is important to restore mana, what is more important is that at this time, they cannot be found out at any time.

As long as you reveal a little trace, you may be killed by the Shatian Gate.

Once Yan Chenzhou takes action himself, he has absolutely no hope of escaping now.

Ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes!

Ten years of storms can turn a young man into a young man, and it can also turn a young man into a middle-aged man…

In the early morning, the scenery of Xuanji Mountain was picturesque. Fang Ling stood on Xuanji Mountain and looked at the servants coming and going, and his heart was filled with emotion for a moment.

Now, he looks mature and steady in his thirties. However, his slightly blue complexion has reduced his charm a lot.

Xuanji Mountain is the location of the sect of Shengxuanmen. This Shengxuanmen is one of the four major sects of the State of Wei, and uses sword techniques and gold-based magic to gallop around the world.

Fang Ling had never thought about coming to Xuanji Mountain in the past, but the fact is that he has really stepped on this Xuanji Mountain now.

However, he is not a disciple of Shengxuan Sect, not even an outer Sect. To be honest, he is just a servant of Shengxuan Sect.

This seems to be not true. As long as the servants of Shengxuan Sect make progress in their cultivation, they can become external disciples and have some hope.

However, Fang Ling's identity did not even have these hopes. Because his hope was a servant of an inner disciple of Shengxuan Sect.
Chapter completed!