During this period, Fang Qingmei silently managed and managed everything for Fang Ling, and fully demonstrated the feelings of a mother towards her son, so that Fang Xiuer was so upset with him, soft and gentle, and her meticulous warmth and considerate were almost melting Fang Ling.

"Okay, okay, you go down!" Fang Ling, who shook his head, waved his hand at Fang Xiu'er.

Fang Xiu'er agreed, and just turned her head and stopped walking: "Elder Fang, the Great Elder asked me to tell you that there are still three days left for the celebration of enlightenment. Please do not worry."

"I understand!" Fang Ling agreed impatiently, then turned around and flew towards the cave that Fang Shengtian gave him.

When he arrived in the cave, Fang Ling was about to take out the Wangwu Cave Heaven Map and go inside to comprehend it, but he felt a little uneasy in his mind.

Fang Ling hasn't felt this feeling for a long time.

Could it be that something will happen if you fail + no + wrong + novel + 3w. + + otherwise why would you feel uneasy at this time?

Fang Ling felt a little suspicious about this feeling in his mind.

But after thinking about it, there were not many things related to him. He pondered for a while, and finally he showed up the cave map and his figure appeared under the strange tree.

With three days left, I took this opportunity to participate in the Jinghong Jue, and it would be best to comprehend some of the patterns.

...

In the vast Longhu Mountain, a blood-colored figure was walking silently. The figure walked from one corner of Longhu Mountain to another. The blood-red eyes were full of cold expressions.

And in his hand, a long blood-colored sword flashed with dazzling light.

"Puff" As Blood Shadow's arm waved, a flying rat at the peak of the Golden Pill had no counterattack power at all, and was directly cut into two pieces.

The flying rat's eyes were filled with fear. He looked at his body and the golden elixir, and blood sank into the figure.

In just a moment, the flying rat, who was dominating the land of Longhu Mountain, disappeared without anything.

And the blood shadow seemed to have become more solid.

"I...Who am I?" A dry and hoarse voice spit out of the mouth of the blood shadow.

But no one answered this Blood Shadow, and the Blood Shadow said this, but in fact, no one needed to answer it.

The vast mountains were empty and empty. After asking this question, the blood shadow continued to carry a long blood-colored sword in his hand and continued to walk towards another mountain peak. However, at this time, his eyes, which were still blood-red, increased a little more clear than before.

This is a kind of purity that produces wisdom!

Just as the blood shadow produced wisdom, in a blood-colored pool, a figure who was practicing with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a hint of surprise on his face, and then there was a hint of surprise.

"Blood Spirit God! How is this possible? How can a blood spirit God be produced in this world? Is it because God wants to prosper my blood-transforming lineage!"

As he spoke, the man soared into the air from the blood pool. The moment his original body left the blood pool, the pool water in the blood pool suddenly turned into a blood-red Taoist robe and draped on the man.

Turning a pool of blood into clothes is something that many Nascent Soul Ancestors have never heard of, but it appears strangely on this man.

His eyes flashed, and a drop of bright red blood appeared between his eyebrows. This drop of blood, at first glance, was a drop of blood.

But in fact, this is the Taoist pattern, such as the Taoist pattern of Tongguan Taoist obtained by Ling, which is complex and unknown how many Taoist patterns are.

"As long as I refine this blood spirit into my body, my blood transformation can be deduced to an unprecedented peak, even Zhuge... has never reached the peak, hahaha, by then, Yan Chenzhou will be your death!"

The figure mentioned Yan Chenzhou, and the voice was full of coldness. As he spoke, his whole body turned into a bloody shadow and disappeared into the void.

Inside the Hantian Gate, Ye Qiongying, who had become an elder, was practicing with her eyes closed. However, the slight sound of bells outside made her look displeased.

After returning from Mount Dasumi, Ye Qiongying became one of the elders of the Hantian Gate. Because of her extraordinary strength, she has a more status than an ordinary elder.

However, Ye Qiongying did not take these honors seriously, and her main skills were all on cultivation.

Cultivate... Cultivate!

As long as she has time, she is basically in seclusion. Her main goal in seclusion is to kill that person with her own hands.

But in the Hantian Gate, there is a sect rule, that is, the Nascent Soul Ancestor, who has just become an elder, must manage the affairs of the sect for twenty years.

This regulation made Ye Qiongying very uncomfortable, but she had not reached the status of Yan Chenzhou and had no right to change the decision of the sect. So what she was most annoying in the past twenty years was that her disciples asked for instructions.

"Come in!" Ye Qiongying ignored who was outside and just said lightly.

However, the person who walked in shocked Ye Qiongying's face, then stood up from her position, respectfully saluted to the person who came, "Greetings to the senior brother of the sect."

Once you become an elder, you don’t need to call Liu Qiushui Uncle, but Liu Qiushui’s majesty is still not something Ye Qiongying can provoke.

Regarding Ye Qiongying's respect, Liu Qiushui just nodded lightly, then sat down opposite Ye Qiongying and said, "Qiongying, there is nothing wrong with practicing, but to our point of view, if you want to go further, it is not enough to rely on assassination alone."

"More often, we should combine asceticism and participation in the performance. Only in this way can we advance faster."

"I remember that after Senior Brother Yan became the ancestor of the Nascent Soul, he did not go to seclusion and practice hard, but entered Yan State for thirty years of ordinary people's life."

"Thirty years later, Senior Brother Yan will advance to the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and it is far beyond the middle stage of Nascent Soul that ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators!"

Ye Qiongying nodded gently. She understood what path Yan Chenzhou was walking, but this path was not suitable for her.

Liu Qiushui did not continue to talk, but changed the subject and said, "The news from him has finally arrived!"

"Where is he now?" A hint of urgency appeared in Ye Qiongying's eyes. Although Liu Qiushui did not name it, both of them knew who he represented.

"He appeared in a small sect in the Wei Kingdom, but now he has become a Taoist Yuanying!" Speaking of the words "As soon as he became a Taoist Yuanying", Liu Qiushui's eyes showed a trace of seriousness.

Ye Qiongying's face was a little bitter!

If that person becomes the Yuanying, is it possible for him to kill him?

Shenyuan City is one of the best big cities in South Korea.

The Fang family is the first-class family in Shenyuan City. The residents of Shenyuan City cannot remember how many years the lord of Shenyuan City has been surnamed Fang.

Many people even say that Shenyuan City is not the Shenyuan City of the Korean king, but the Shenyuan City of the Fang family.

The Korean monarch never came out to dispel the rumors about this statement.

In Shenyuan City, no one is a monk or an ordinary person, provokes the Fang family's reputation. It can even be said that no one dares to provoke the Fang family's reputation.

Because the elder of the Fang family stationed in this Shenyuan City is a great real person who has reached the Golden Pill stage. Ordinary people are provoking here, and that is a dead end.

Because of this reason, Shenyuan City has become one of the safest cities in South Korea. Naturally, this also makes Shenyuan City extremely prosperous.

Every day, there are countless pedestrians coming and going on the streets of Shenyuan City. I don’t know how many people are called to buy and sell.

The arrival of Fang Qingmei and himself, a close maid, was a drop of water falling into the sea, and could not cause any waves.

"Long... Madam, you will give a direct decree to choose this kind of plum blossom cake to give the Fang family members here, so you can come here and go there in person." The maid Xiaodong is one of Fang Qingmei's favorite girls. She is not only sweet-mouthed, but also smart and can understand the look of her master. Such skills are not something that any servant can do. The most rare thing is that this little girl has followed Fang Qingmei since she was a child, and she is loyal and devoted.

Although she only has the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, she has been following Fang Qingmei since she was a child, so she is a little overly taller in the family.

What's more, Fang Qingmei has now become the fifth Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Fang family. I don't know how many people in the family are preparing to curry favor with each other.

As long as she ordered her to order her, she might be within the sphere of influence of the Fang family within a radius of 5,000 miles, and no one else could eat the plum blossom cake.

Fang Qingmei just smiled as she listened to Xiaodong's suggestion. This little girl only knows how to save trouble, so how could she think about her own thoughts?

Although Fang Ling has been very respectful to her these days, due to the instinct and delicacy of a mother, she still feels that there is something called estrangement between herself and her son.

This barrier cannot be seen or touched, but it can be sensed.

Fang Qingmei didn't expect anything else. She felt that she should have been away from home for many years, so there was a little more estrangement with her son.

After all, over the years, I have never cared about my son, and my son has grown up now.

The Nascent Soul Ancestor, the Nascent Soul Ancestor who made the great elder respect extremely, even became the Nascent Soul Ancestor who protects the Taoist in the Fang family.

However, no matter how honor Fang Ling is, in Fang Qingmei's eyes, he is his beloved son.

She knew that Fang Ling was about to travel far, and she was reluctant to leave her, and she knew that she could not stop her son, and she knew that she would not know when she saw Fang Ling again.

The Nascent Soul Ancestor has a lifespan of thousands of years.

She did not doubt meeting her son, but she wanted to make something for her son when she left.

Although... he no longer needs to eat now. (To be continued...)

ps: I got a cold much better today, is it better to add ten votes? Come on, brothers! The old cat is in good health, so I’m not afraid of everyone’s smashing it!
Chapter completed!