With so many people, even if it was Hua Shuying who asked about this, Fang Ling didn't say it.

After all, if they know these things, they might as well not know them. Even if there are many Nascent Soul monks sitting, they are really far from the Taoist Lord who is about to arrive.

They asked them to sacrifice and refine the twenty-five cave maps they provided in order to collect the 300,000 believers he ordered into the cave maps.

As for the remaining two cave maps, Fang Ling is ready to carry them with him.

This arrangement was just a precaution by Fang Ling. After all, he had no idea what kind of appearance the Taoist lord was and what methods he could use.

Three days later, Fang Ling came to Nanchu. Although the main things in the Zhou realm now belonged to Zongzhou, those vassal states of all sizes still existed.

On the side of Nanchu, the Xiong royal family still holds secular power in the entire Nanchu Kingdom.

Prevention is actually not to be too troublesome.

Although Yulong River is called Jiang, it is actually a branch, but the rolling river water still gives people a feeling of magnificence in the world.

Looking at the rapid rushing water of Longjiang River, Fang Ling felt a hint of emotion in his heart. The rushing river seemed endless, but people eventually disappeared in the long river of time as the years invaded.

Only by mastering the great way and becoming a Taoist ancestor can one perpetually perish.

Although there were a lot of feelings in my heart, Fang Ling’s purpose was to confirm the slightest suspicion in his heart.

His divine thoughts flashed. A thousand miles of radius were already enveloped in his divine thoughts. At this moment, no matter whether it was the wind or the insects or snakes lying on the ground, they could not escape the envelope of his divine thoughts.

There was no such thing. Fang Lingzhou browed. At this time, he pressed around Longjiang. Fang Ling sensed that the highest cultivation level was an old turtle lurking in the river to practice.

The old turtle in the early stage of the Golden Pill is considered a character even if he is in Longjiang. Unfortunately, in Fang Ling's eyes, he is no different from an ant.

The old turtle seemed to have sensed Fang Ling's divine thoughts. It tightly curled its body into the turtle shell and did not dare to move at all.

Could it be that the evil deed has left Yulongjiang? In the Zhou Dynasty, there are only one or two people who can escape from Fang Ling's divine thoughts.

But neither of these or two people will appear in Yulongjiang.

Fang Ling pondered for a moment, pinched the magic tricks in his hand, and instantly he came thousands of miles away. Then he activated his spiritual consciousness again.

In just a quarter of an hour, Fang Ling had searched thousands of miles of radius near the Longjiang River. In this carpet-style search, Fang Ling really found something.

He looked at the corpse in front of him that had been sucked in his blood, and a trace of clarity rose on his face. A trace of blood from the mummy involved. Fang Ling had sensed what he needed.

...

In a city thousands of miles away from Longjiang, there is a martial arts hall covering an area of ​​1,000 acres.

Because the owner of this martial arts hall has a foundation-building level cultivation, the entire martial arts hall is quite famous in the city. Every day, many people come from all directions to worship this foundation-building monk.

Although this foundation-building cultivator is also picking, the accumulation over the years has easily reached the level of a thousand people in the martial arts hall.

Every morning, hundreds of naked men would wave their fists in the martial arts hall in the morning light, roaring full of male scent, constantly resounding in the martial arts hall.

This day was when I was practicing martial arts in the martial arts hall. A strong man who looked ordinary in appearance was not very noticeable in the martial arts hall.

Although he is very proficient in boxing, he always gives people a feeling of insufficient force when waving his fists.

This kind of person belongs to the middle and lower level among the disciples in the martial arts hall, so he is basically not very eye-catching. Naturally, no one pays attention to him.

Even many people who were studying martial arts in the martial arts school did not know what the young man was surnamed. However, when the owner came from afar and many disciples showed a light of worship on their faces, there was only a trace of sarcasm in the man's eyes.

Disdainful sarcasm, despism.

In theory, he was only the fifth level of Qi training, but he was too far away from the foundation-building cultivator. The distance was so far that it made people feel embarrassed to pick it up and compare it.

But even such an insignificant person dared to look down on the existence of the martial arts master, which really made many people full of doubts.

However, no one saw this sarcasm, so he didn't know that he was mocking the owner of the martial arts hall. When he put away his sarcasm gaze, he gently licked his lips, as if he looked hungry.

He is not hungry, he is greedy. He looks at the delicious food right in front of him, but he can't pounce on him and bite him unscrupulously. Why doesn't it make people feel uncomfortable?

Although the fellow students who practice martial arts with me have low cultivation, they are extremely strong. If they swallow it, they will definitely taste good.

But he didn't dare to swallow it, he was afraid! Although he had already achieved the middle stage of Nascent Soul cultivation and could dominate almost all the Zhou realm. However, over the years, he did not dare to act rashly because he did not dare to reveal his traces.

That person is really too strong.

Xuanpin also shines through the sky, and the golden power makes his heart full of fear. He was originally living in Longjiang well, but it wasn't because he accidentally exposed his traces that he ran here.

I hope that the deaths of those mortals who suppressed Longjiang must not attract that person's attention, otherwise...

The man's thoughts flashed and his head shook again, thinking that he would not attract any attention. After all, that person is arrogant and has been practicing in seclusion over the years. The possibility of paying attention to himself is very small.

What's more, in the eyes of that person, he should be just a broken tool, and I believe he will not think of himself again.

It’s better not to think of yourself again!

"Junior Brother Yu, the master is asking you!" A disciple standing beside him said to him softly.

At this time, the man realized that many of his eyes were looking at him, especially the eyes of the foundation-building monk, who also looked at him seriously.

With his divine thoughts flashing, he could sense from the thoughts of the people around him why he attracted the attention of the cheap master. He secretly cried out in his heart, but he still honestly said, "Disciple doesn't know."

The foundation-building monk snorted coldly and said, "You must concentrate on your cultivation. Although your qualifications are average, you may go a step further. If you are as careless as you are now, you will never think of making a name for yourself!"

Speaking of this, the great monk snorted coldly and was about to speak again. Someone heard someone say, "It's not that he is not focused on his cultivation, but that's really what you are talking about, which is not suitable for him."

These words changed the face of the foundation-building monk. As one of the top existences in the city, he found it difficult for him to accept that someone dared to challenge his authority at this time.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of his speech. At this moment, cold flames flashed in his eyes. If this was an irrelevant person, he would teach this bastard who dared to say that he would not teach his disciples.

But when he saw that person, he felt very strange that he could not see the depth of this person!

This is just an ordinary person, this is the feeling that his divine thoughts in his heart tell him. But that person standing in this world gives people a feeling of being integrated into one with this world.

What kind of person is this?

Just as hesitated in his heart, the disciple who had been bent and pleased in his eyes suddenly rose into the air at this moment.

The whole person turned into a bloodline and rushed towards the distance. This speed was like a long rainbow, instantly piercing through the world.

Not to mention those ordinary cultivators, even the foundation-building monk, at this time, he could not tell what kind of means he, a disciple, had used.

I'm afraid no one can catch up with this speed. As soon as this thought arose in the heart of the foundation-building monk, he saw the man who could not see the depth and smiled faintly: "Crazy, where are you going?"

With this words, a big black hand appeared in the void, directly grabbing the blood shadow in the big hand.

The blood shadow struggled desperately, but his struggle was like a dragonfly shaking a pillar, and the black big hand didn't feel any vibration at all.

"You are so far away!" The man waved his hand gently, his eyes fell on the face of the foundation-building monk, and he smiled and said, "In the future, you must take a good look at the disciples and don't recruit anyone."

The foundation-building monk nodded quickly. He was already stunned. Although he did not know the identity of the person coming, the current affairs had completely surpassed his understanding.

"Fang Ling, I am already the same person now, you... you can't catch me back." Xueying saw that the struggle was useless, and she struggled desperately in the cover of her big hand, shouting loudly.

Fang Ling looked at the blood shadow and smiled faintly, "You'd better follow me!" As he spoke, he waved his sleeves and disappeared into the sky.

The two words Fang Ling fell into the ears of the people present, but they shocked everyone present. How could they not understand what the two words Fang Ling mean?

For a moment, I don’t know who took the lead in kneeling down first, but in a moment, I knelt on the ground in a dark way.

...

The huge mountain peak, which is thousands of feet high, stands in the sky like a pillar of the sky. Around this mountain, there are giant dragons roaring, colorful phoenixes flying, and even huge golden spikes flying rapidly in the void.

At the top of the mountain, there is a huge palace floating, and all kinds of magical talismans are carved on the palace made of phoenix red gold.

These talismans make people feel a little instinctive fear when they see them. At the door of the palace, hundreds of warriors wearing golden armor stood.

These warriors were all in full swing, and each of them had reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Originally, cultivators in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul were qualified to be called honorable ancestors, but they were just guards.

Outside the palace, the lowest level guard. (To be continued...)

ps: Chapter 2 is here!
Chapter completed!