Nanyue Divine Mountain is surrounded by countless clouds and mist all year round. Even a monk at the level of Taoist lord can hardly see through the walking treasures in Nanyue Divine Mountain at a glance.

But looking out in the Nanyue Divine Mountain, there is nothing to do with it.

A golden bamboo leaf has killed two Nascent Soul monks, nine golden elixir monks have lost their souls, and more than a dozen monks are fighting desperately.

Shaking his head gently, Fang Ling gently pulled off a leaf from the golden bamboo beside him and threw it on the ground.

The Taoist patterns hidden in the golden bamboo leaves are of no great use for the existence of Fang Ling at this level.

Even the golden bamboo that grows golden bamboo leaves, for Fang Ling, is just a better refining material.

When a monk with black and white hair on his head flew away with Jin Zhuye, Fang Ling took his eyes back.

Since he came to this small mountain, Fang Ling has seen such a battle ten times, once a year, which means he has been here for ten years.

Ten years are a huge number in life for mortals, but for monks, especially for strong people who have reached the level of Taoist lord, it is just a retreat.

Fang Ling has not explored this Nanyue Divine Mountain in the past ten years. His main energy is to recover from his injuries.

Although the main force of that collision was applied to the innate Yuanling, Fang Ling, as the driver of the innate Yuanling, was also traumatized.

Moreover, this kind of trauma is particularly troublesome to recover. If Fang Ling hadn't been able to compete with the trauma, Fang Ling even felt that the injury would never be healed.

Sitting cross-legged on the simple stone collapse again, Fang Ling began to slowly circulate the mighty energy in his body. In the surging true energy, a light wheel with purple, blue, black, white, red and yellow began to rotate outside Fang Ling's body.

This light wheel is endless, and this light wheel is devouring the power in Fang Ling's body.

Fang Ling was so familiar with the light wheel that appeared. He could even calculate what the next step of the light wheel would be.

It is precisely because of Fang Ling's familiarity that Fang Ling's noble aura constantly confronted the light wheel, erasing the light wheel that devoured his true energy.

I don’t know how long it took, Fang Ling, who had been covered by the rolling aura of Haoran, flew out a Taoist pattern full of Haoran’s vast aura. Around the pattern, a six-colored wheel of light appeared.

The Taoist marks of the six paths of reincarnation and the Taoist pattern of the six paths of reincarnation deeply imprinted on Fang Ling Haoran’s Taoist pattern are the biggest harm to Fang Ling’s injury.

Just as the six paths of reincarnation appeared, the vast Haoran Taoist pattern suddenly emitted a dazzling light and enveloped the six paths.

Each of the six Taoist patterns that gather together cannot compete with the Haoran Taoist patterns activated by Fang Ling. However, each of these six Taoist patterns, if they are slightly erased, will have another substitution.

It is endless and makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

But just as the colors of these six Taoist patterns became a little dim, Fang Ling let out a light shout, and the Haoran Taoist patterns turned into a sharp long sword, slashing directly at the six Taoist patterns.

There is no skill at all in the slash, but it is a vast atmosphere. It is a momentum that cannot be stopped by heaven and earth.

Six kinds of Taoist patterns that have been integrated into the depths of Fang Ling's Dao pattern and are almost impossible to eliminate. Accompanied by Fang Ling's surging, they were directly broken into dust.

The dazzling long sword made an extremely refreshing sound at this moment, just like a real dragon, roaring to the sky in the void.

Fang Ling's face was also filled with a sense of comfort. Over the past ten years, he has relied on Haoran's Taoist patterns day and night to erase the injuries that had penetrated into the depths of his Taoist patterns.

One day, the progress was extremely slow, and it took ten years to work hard.

It is precisely because of the ten years of hard work that the Taoist wounds that have plagued the body for ten years have been cut off today.

Without the suppression of the Dao wound, Fang Ling felt that the sword of Haoran in his heart became sharper. He felt that he could kill everything in the world with one sword.

Although it is not easy for these ten years, the strength of his Taoist pattern has doubled compared to ten years ago.

Relying on the strength of my current Taoist pattern, it should not be a problem to survive the second Taoist disaster.

After estimating his Taoist clone, Fang Ling's spiritual consciousness stumbled towards a corner of his heart.

In that corner, the rolling flames were still surging, and deep in the flames, a huge red fireball seemed incompatible with this area.

Even Fang Ling's spiritual consciousness could not enter the red fireball.

Inside the red fireball is the innate Yuan Ling. After the battle of Moyun Mountain, the innate Yuan Ling turned into a ball again, and there is one of Fang Ling's twenty-four small worlds of heaven that have been restored back.

I don’t know when this innate Yuan Ling will wake up.

Three days later, Fang Ling, who had completely returned to his peak state, had an extra white jade bottle in his hand.

Although this jade bottle has countless patterns of sealing, through those Taoist techniques, a huge and hot aura can still be felt from the jade bottle.

Fang Ling's Haoran Taoist pattern was jumping, and Fang Ling's Xuanpin Taoist pattern was also jumping. Both of these Taoist patterns that belong to Fang Ling wanted to rush into the jade bottle.

In this jade bottle, what is hidden is Fang Ling’s treasure from the innate Yuan Spirit, and there is a great way to nurture the innate Yuan Spirit, as the innate Yuan Spirit of the innate Yuan Spirit.

With a mouthful of innate essence, even the Taoist king will have to go crazy innate essence after seeing it.

Before opening the jade bottle, Fang Ling had already laid most of the formations in his hand, and the broken Qi Qiankun array was also placed in the deepest part of him.

Although Fang Ling felt that there was no big danger in Nanyue Hengshan, he was still careful.

A ball of red liquid floated out of the jade bottle. The liquid looked like a ball of flames, but Fang Ling felt even more that it was a ball of Tao.

A ball of Tao with countless Taoist patterns can give birth to countless Taoist patterns.

His Haoran Taoist pattern seemed extremely enthusiastic about this innate Yuan Jing, and his vast and vast aura was very close to this hot liquid.

Although the Xuanpin Dao pattern was incompatible with the aura, the devouring characteristics made him also want to swallow the innate essence.

Fang Ling stared at the innate Yuan Jing with his eyes tightly. After hesitating for a moment, he looked at the innate Yuan Jing a little, and all the innate Yuan Jing fell towards the Haoran Way.

Although the integration of Haoran's Way with the innate essence is better, the effect of integrating the innate essence into the innate essence is not much worse.
Chapter completed!