"Fellow Daoist Fang..." Chang Feng saw Fang Yi's figure suddenly disappear in the void, and his eyes widened, with an incredible look in his eyes. Novel.

"What's going on?" Meng Qi's face changed suddenly, looking around and looking around, it seemed that he didn't believe his eyes. He was wrongly a Nascent Soul stage cultivator who could teleport. Even a Jindan stage cultivator would not disappear without a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation.

Even Song Xu was stunned. He saw that the battle between the three and four Jindan cultivators ended, so Song Xu did not continue to pay attention. But after only a while, he suddenly saw the mountain collapse and Fang Yi and others flew into the void. Song Xu also came over to ask what had happened, but just after he came, he saw Fang Yi disappear.

"The transmission of the crystal jade cannot be contacted either." Song Xu tried to contact Fang Yi with the transmission of the crystal jade, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

Song Xu looked ugly. The young genius recruited by the sect leader himself was in his thirties. He was in his late stage of foundation building and was able to compete with the early stage of Jindan. He was proficient in the alchemy formation. Such a talent was lost under his own care. How should he explain to the sect leader after he went back?

"What happened just now?" Song Xu looked at the two of them with a gloomy face and said, "Chang Feng, what's going on?"

Song Xu also knew that Meng Qi was not good at speaking, so he pointed at Chang Feng and asked him to answer.

"It's hard... Could it be that token?"

Chang Feng explained what had just happened to Song Xu in detail, and said, "Father Fang, the mountain began to collapse shortly after he got the wooden sign. We fled up. Before we could figure out what was going on, Father Fang disappeared."

"What's wrong with the token? Didn't you ask about it beforehand?" Song Xu was a little annoyed. He just saw a group of people fighting to death, and snatched them up without asking what they were. At least he should ask what they were for.

"The situation at that time is not available," Meng Qi spoke and added: "Fellow Daoist Fang wanted to find some wood-attribute treasures, but I was born to be sensitive to wood-attribute treasures, so I found that wooden sign."

"Forget it." After clarifying the whole story, Song Xu waved his hand to the two of them and said, "You all are careful. If you two have any more mistakes, I will be shameless to go back to see the sect leader."

As an elder in the late stage of the Jindan stage, I came here to protect the Foundation Establishment Disciple in this sect. I lost a guest elder. If I lost another disciple, then this person would be lost.

After explaining Chang Feng and Meng Qi, Song Xu began to capture the Jindan cultivators around him and asked them if they knew what the token was. As a result, he was very disappointed. He arrested and asked nearly a hundred cultivators, but none of them knew what the token was-

"Puff." The flying sword passed through his chest. A cultivator looked down at his chest where the hole was broken. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't make a sound, his eyes were dissipated, and his body fell to the ground.

The battlefield outside the territory is in a blessed place.

A mid-stage Jindan cultivator stood with his hands behind his back. The cultivator whose big hole was broken in his chest was lying at his feet. At this time, he defeated his opponent and was full of energy. He was about to say something, but his figure suddenly disappeared.

"Senior brother, when are you going to talk about our affairs with dad?"

In a sect in a small world, a man and a woman sit on a big rock by the lake. The woman snuggled up to the man and said softly love words.

The woman suddenly slapped her body and her body fell on the big rock involuntarily. When she looked for the man, she disappeared.

Either in the extraterritorial battlefield or in the small world, including Fang Yi, a total of nine cultivators suddenly disappeared. Like Fang Yi, these nine cultivators were almost all those who received the token.

In Fang Yi's perception, he himself seemed to have not moved, but suddenly, all the surrounding scenery changed, the void outside the domain disappeared, and replaced by a world like a poetic painting.

Fang Yi was standing on a hillside at this time. The hillside was a bit strange. The stones were covered with grass. The feet were soft and comfortable when they stepped on them, making people feel like they wanted to take off their boots and walk naked.

The surrounding birds and flowers are fragrant, the quiet and peaceful, and the extraterritorial battlefield in the void seems to be two completely different environments.

"Where is this place? Why did I suddenly come here?" Fang Yi was full of questions and recalled everything that happened. He got the heart of the world of that mountain. The cultivators used to call it the token, and he also saw the number seven carved on the wooden sign.

If I wanted to explore the secret of the wooden sign, I cast a spell to refine it. As a result, I just started to refine it. The mountain lost its heart to the world and began to collapse. I flew away with Chang Feng and Meng Qi. Then, the wooden sign was completely refined and I arrived here.

"Is it because the wooden sign moved here?" Fang Yi clarified the cause and effect of the whole matter, and this is the only possibility.

Fang Yi flipped his hand and the wooden sign carved with "Seven" appeared in his palm. Although the token had been refined by him, he did not feel the connection with this world.

"Juntian." Fang Yi's spiritual sense communicated with Juntian tripod, "Do you know where this is?"

"How could you know this?" The voice of the Juntian Ding Artifact Spirit sounded, "There are so many places like cows in the ancient world of cultivation."

In the ancient world of cultivation, many cultivators with advanced realms were able to refine small worlds alone. Nowadays, many of those independent small worlds are refined by those masters.

"What do you mean is that this place is also a small world refined by those masters and powerful people?"

Fang Yi looked around and looked into the distance, and felt that the world gave people an extremely unreal feeling, just like the set I saw on Earth.

"No matter what, find someone's place first." Fang Yi's sword light flashed under his feet and soared into the air. He was about to choose a direction to fly, but was shocked to find that the spiritual power in his body was rapidly losing.

"What's the situation?" Fang Yi quickly landed again, and arrived at the ground, and the consumption of spiritual power in his body became normal.

Fang Yi jumped into the air without any problems, and ran forward without any problems, but whenever he wanted to fly, he would consume a lot of spiritual power.

"I mean I'm going to hike?" Fang Yi jumped up again, jumping nearly a hundred meters high. He looked around at this height and wanted to see which direction there was a crowd, but unfortunately, there was nothing in all directions.

"Okay, hiking." Fang Yi gritted his teeth, chose a random direction, and ran under his feet.

When Fang Yi jumped to the sky and looked around, he felt that the world was vast and boundless, but after only half a day, he saw a mountain in front of him, shrouded in clouds and mist from the foot of the mountain, like a fairyland. At the foot of the mountain, there was a little boy sweeping the floor.

After scanning his spiritual sense, he found that the little boy was just an ordinary person. Fang Yi stepped forward and asked, "Little brother, what is this place?"

The little boy looked up at Fang Yi, turned around and pointed to the stone staircase up the mountain and said, "Go up the mountain."

"Going up the mountain?" Fang Yi pointed to the mountain and asked, "But little brother, you haven't told me where this is yet."

"That's right." The little boy said: "No one can enter this world except Shenmu Ling and Master."

"Shenmu Order?" Fang Yi flipped his hand, and the Qingmu Token with the word "Seven" appeared in his palm and asked the little boy: "Is this the Shenmu Order?"

"Yes." The little boy nodded: "It's not wrong, there are people who are guiding him on the mountain."

"Thank you little brother." Fang Yi said very politely.

"So, this token is called the Shenmu Order." Even though Fang Yi refined the Shenmu Order, he did not get any information about the token. Instead, he only learned the name "Shenmu Order" from this little boy.

"This is the real blessed land of the world."

Fang Yi went up the mountain along the winding stone steps, and all kinds of intoxicating smells came from his nostrils. Fang Yi knew that there were many high-quality spiritual herbs growing in the mountain.

The spiritual energy in the mountains is rich and abundant, many times stronger than Jinao Island. Fang Yi walked slowly, as if he wanted to stay in this mountain for a while.

When it was nearly a hundred meters away from the top of the mountain, an old man who looked like a housekeeper was waiting on the side of the road. Fang Yi's spiritual sense swept over, but he could not find out how good the other party's cultivation was.

"My younger generation Fang Yi, I have met senior generation." Fang Yi bowed to the old man.

"Haha, you're polite." The old man smiled and said, "Is the Seventh Divine Wood Order you are holding?"

"That's right." Fang Yi nodded and said, "Master, how many of this Divine Wood Order are there in total?"

"Nine." The old man did not hide anything and said, "The seventh Divine Wood Order was the last to be refined."

As if he knew the doubts in Fang Yi's heart, the old man said, "Issued it every three hundred years, as long as all nine divine wood orders are refined, the master of the divine wood order will be moved here and gathered in the Immortal Sword Mansion."

"The Immortal Sword Mansion has existed for hundreds of thousands of years." The old man said without any hindrance, "Those who have obtained the Divine Wood Order can explore opportunities in the Immortal Sword Mansion. As for what you gain, it depends on your personal fate."

"Just provide opportunities for practitioners?" Fang Yi was quite suspicious of this. Among practitioners, there is a saying of cause and effect. If you follow the cause and receive the result, such as the practices practiced by Peng Bin and Long Wanda, if you want to survive the great disaster of the golden elixir, you have to endure a lot of cause and effect.

Only when the world of cultivation is broken, many masters and powerful people fall, and the blessing of the cave heaven falls on the battlefield outside the domain, leaving no last wishes. The younger generation will not bear the cause and effect if they obtain resources or inheritance from it.

In places like the Immortal Sword Mansion, there are cultivators who specialize in managing the Divine Wood Order, and every three hundred years, they will issue the Divine Wood Order to summon nine cultivators to gather in the Immortal Sword Mansion to look for opportunities. If there is no requirement for these cultivators, Fang Yi would not believe it.

"Haha." When the old man heard Fang Yi's question, he naturally understood the meaning and smiled: "I am not convenient to talk about some things, and my friend will naturally know them."

The two of them walked while talking, and soon they arrived at the top of the mountain. A mansion was built on the top of the mountain. The old man pointed to the palace and said, "Here."

Fang Yi looked at it and saw three gold-burned characters written on the plaque of the mansion: Immortal Sword Mansion.

"Is there really a fairy sword in this world?" Fang Yi asked Juntian Ding for his spiritual sense.

"Where did the immortal sword come from?" Jun Tianding said: "Even in the ancient world of cultivation, almost no immortal weapons exist."

"Almost none?" Fang Yi discovered the flaw in the words of Juntian Ding Artifact Spirit: "In other words, there are still some?"

"Yes." Juntian Ding Artifact Spirit was silent for a moment and said, "But in the world of cultivation, no one can refine immortal weapons, and all immortal weapons were passed down from the heaven."

In the ancient world of cultivation, there were many great catastrophes. Almost every catastrophe was saved by the help of heaven. Most of them were passed down and passed down an immortal weapon, which was enough to suppress evil spirits and turn the world of cultivation into danger.

However, these immortal weapons passed down from heaven must be returned to the immortal world immediately after every use. Because the immortal weapons are powerful, if they fall into the hands of people with evil thoughts in the world of cultivation, they will bring devastating disasters to the entire world of cultivation.

It can be said that if a Mahayana practitioner has an immortal sword in his hand, it will be enough to sweep the entire world of cultivation. Even a low-level practitioner can quickly grow into a powerful person in a short period of time if he has the opportunity to obtain an immortal weapon.

"Where are the other eight cultivators?" Fang Yi looked around and did not see anyone else.

"Everyone is in the mansion." The old man smiled and said, "There is only one Fairy Sword Mansion, but there is more than one way to the Fairy Sword Mansion. Don't you find it strange? You just chose one direction casually and arrived at the Fairy Sword Mansion."

"So..." Fang Yi understood in an instant: "No matter which direction I chose at that time, would he arrive at the Immortal Sword Mansion?"

The old man nodded: "That's right."

Before Fang Yi could ask anything, the old man immediately pushed open the door of the mansion and led Fang Yi in-
Chapter completed!