Indeed, there is something strange here. Because Fang Hong seemed to have fallen down from the bottomless abyss, it kept falling, but the distance below did not seem to be shortening at all, but instead felt a feeling of getting farther and farther away. But judging from the surrounding scene, he was indeed falling down.

The huge pressure directly pressed the masters in the Kaiyuan realm into powder, but Fang Hong didn't feel any pressure. Even if he suppressed the breakthrough and enhanced his physical fitness, it wouldn't be so much better than the masters in the Kaiyuan realm, right? He should have felt a little, but Fang Hong really didn't feel it. Except for the broken clothes on his body, he told him that the wind pressure here was indeed very high.

And looking upward, the top of the mountain was covered with thick fog, which means that Fang Hong must have fallen from the top of the mountain for a long time. But looking down, the green trees that could be seen vaguely were getting farther and farther away until they were completely invisible.

If you fall like this, you will never end. Can you fall infinitely? Until you die of hunger?

One day...two days...

Fang Hong was in this state for two days. Not to mention falling from the top of the mountain, even an ordinary medicinal farmer was enough to go up and down the mountain for a round trip.

However, there is one advantage, that the strong wind pressure around him had disappeared at this time, and Fang Hong took out an ordinary piece of clothing from the blood bracelet and put it on his body. Although there was no one everywhere, he felt very embarrassed here with bare body.

The body was covered with thick fog. If it weren't for the sound of the wind when it fell, I wouldn't know where I was.

‘It’s been two days... When will it die?’ Fang Hong shook his head helplessly. He was not afraid of death, but what is this now? He kept falling and couldn’t even sleep. Isn’t this trouble?

Gui Que couldn't give any answers, even he had never seen such a thing before.

Fang Hong had already believed that he would starve to death here, but on the seventh day, his body suddenly stopped falling. He did not fall somewhere, but suddenly settled in the thick fog, as if these fogs caught him.

At this time, there was a thick white fog around him, and you couldn't see your fingers even if you stretched out your hand in front of you. In this place, there was no sense of direction, no distance, and even Fang Hong kept rotating his body, and he couldn't even feel any direction. It seemed that there was land everywhere, but it seemed that it was not, and there was no gravity at all.

"Huh? It's really someone who can get here, it's rare, rare..." A deep voice came from all around and drilled into Fang Hong's ears.

"Who?" Fang Hong asked in surprise, but no matter which direction he was heading, he felt that he had no focus.

"When you come to my place, you should sign up first." The voice said again.

"My younger generation Fang Hong is a disciple of the outer courtyard of Zhushen Pavilion. I wonder where senior generation is?" Fang Hong knew that if he could create such a place, then this person's cultivation must be earth-shaking. Is this his own immortal fate? Can you meet gods even when you jump off a cliff?

Poor that leader. The two of them were together, but he would have completely disappeared in the air, and there was no bone residue left.

Suddenly, Fang Hong felt dizzy and the thick fog around him kept spinning. Although he couldn't see the rotation, he felt a sense of rotation.

When Fang Hong regained consciousness again, he was already standing in a huge cave. The cave was very big, and there was no idea where the light came from. The entire cave was extremely bright, just like noon.

There is no sun and moon in the cave, and there is no spring and autumn in the cave. Not only can there be no entrances and exits and luminous points, but the temperature in the cave is also very gentle, saying it is not hot or cold. Such a place is simply a cave of the immortal family.

‘Have you really met a god?’ Fang Hong said in his heart.

Looking around, there was nothing in this huge cave that was a mile of radius. Only at the center were nine huge stone pillars standing there. There were chains wrapped around the stone pillars, and there was a person on the other side of the chain.

This man was tied up by nine thick iron chains and was sitting among the nine stone pillars at this time. I don’t know how long he had been trapped here, but he looked very clean, as if he had just sat there.

However, if such an image is a bit far-fetched, it is like some legendary eternal demons who are then imprisoned here by some masters.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to choose to suppress the breakthrough of the way of cultivation. Aren't you worried about your lifespan?" The man tied up looked at Fang Hong and said softly.

Fang Hong only felt that he was pulled away by a huge force and landed directly in front of the man.

At this time, Fang Hong could see clearly the appearance of the man. Such a person does not look like a demon of eternity, he is simply a teacher. His eyes are clear and gentle, and his expression is extremely elegant. Seeing such a person, let alone thinking of the demon of eternity, even those who practice are not like him, they are simply weak scholars in the mundane world.

"I was surprised that you could still stand here in the fifty heavenly gate." The man looked at Fang Hong with a particularly kind expression. He lifted his arm wrapped in chains and pointed it lightly.

Fang Hong only felt his body move and there was nothing abnormal.

"What are you thinking? Do you like this child's body, so you want to train it well and then take over the body?" The man pointed to Fang Hong's side and said sternly.

"Huh?" Fang Hong was puzzled and looked along the man's finger at him. As a result, there was actually someone standing beside him.

This man was wearing a blood-colored robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders, only one strand of silver hair on his temples, and the rest were all black. If it weren't for the white hair on his temples, he would look like a twenties, with his eyes as electric as he looked handsome and extraordinary. However, with the white hair on his temples, he looked much more mature, but he was only about forty years old.

There was a bloody red blood mark on the forehead of this person, and bloodthirsty murderous intent was constantly emitted from his body. Even ordinary people without any cultivation could feel the yin and cold aura.

"Ah, who are you?" Fang Hong was a little surprised. When did this person come to him? Why didn't he feel anything? No matter the temperature or the airflow, there was no abnormality. If he wanted to kill him, he would probably not even know how he died.
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