"It's all right."

When Fang Cheng found Changsheng, he found that she was shivering and hiding under a rock, looking at him with horror on her face.

"Don't be afraid."

Changsheng seemed to be stunned by his brutal killing, and Fang Cheng had no choice but to explain again, although it was useless.

"They killed my people, right......" Changsheng trembled and slurred his speech.

In her eyes, Fang Cheng at this time was like a demon returning from hell.

"Okay, you can sleep for a while" Fang Cheng interrupted her, so as not to think about it any more.

He raised his hand and unexpectedly landed a finger on Changsheng's forehead, causing her to fall into a deep sleep, and then began to erase her memories of that night.

This is the magic of the Vientiane Sutra, unless one day she can break through the ten thousand tribulations in order to recover this lost memory.

Those who live in hatred for a long time will inevitably lose their original hearts, and it will be difficult for them to improve their Taoism.

After Changsheng lay down, Fang Cheng carried her into the cave, treated the damp soil a little, and used it as a bed after spreading a few sheepskins.

"Grandma......" In the haze, Changsheng called softly, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng sighed guiltily, and only hoped that the little girl would not resent him when she grew up in the future.

It was getting dark, and after the rain stopped, Fang Cheng left the cave and built a fire on the gravel outside.

Some dried beef is taken out of the sleeve and carefully roasted on the fire, sprinkled with a lot of spicy powder, and the rich aroma makes people appetize.

In the darkness, you could faintly hear the roar of wolves in the distance, but after a long time, no wolves came, and they seemed to be frightened away by the smell of blood, which was still strong after the rain washed away.

Although the wolf king seems to be just a beast, he is not lacking in wisdom, and he is naturally sensitive to crises.

This frustrated Fang Cheng's original plan to hunt.

There was nothing going on all night, until a strange sound of breaking the air woke Fang Cheng up at dawn.

And on a whim, inform him that the enemy is coming.

So he had no choice but to hurried back to the cave, picked up the sleeping Changsheng, mounted his horse and galloped all the way to the south.

After running for a few miles, Changsheng woke up from a bump on his horse's back.

"Someone is chasing after you." After Fang Cheng explained, he heard a thunderous sound from the clouds above his head.

It turned out that the Seven-Star Flying Boat of the Sect had arrived, although Fang Chenggu had taken them to a few wrong places a few days ago, but at the speed of the Seven-Star Flying Boat, although they had gone to many places to search without success, they were still blinded to the right direction.

Later, after meeting with the sergeants of the royal court, they became more and more sure of their own path of advancement, and they found Fang Cheng after flying a stick of incense.

"Bold rebels, don't catch them quickly!" After the Seven Star Flying Boat landed at a height of about ten zhang, a neutral voice came from it.

As soon as Fang Cheng heard this, he knew that this person's cultivation was close to the perfection of the Great Dao Jindan.

Obviously, the elders of the sect still underestimated him a little, thinking that arranging a Jindan real person could arrest him and bring him back to the house.

"Tide, the thief doesn't stop!" Seeing that Fang Cheng had no intention of being captured, the monk on the Seven Star Flying Boat rushed into the crown with anger, and his black hair swelled up, like a mighty lion.

"Senior brother's words are wrong, there are only disciples of the Dustless Sword Sect here, how can there be any thieves." Fang Cheng snorted coldly and sneered.

Although the whim indicates that this person is by no means as simple as it seems, he has a golden needle in his hand and is not afraid at all.

"When disaster comes, you will take advantage of your tongue...... "The same person who was driving the seven-star flying boat scolded angrily and inserted the identity nameplate into the controller card slot of the seven-star flying boat.

"Didi...... Identification ...... Class A permission passed...... Activate the attack pattern. ”

After the Seven Star Flying Boat detected the identity nameplate that met the permission, it immediately entered a state of deformation.

I saw that on the hull of the ship, which was originally as smooth as a wall, there were suddenly fifty large circular holes with a one-inch square circle and black paint.

Clusters of red light shot out from inside the cave and finally concentrated on Fang Cheng's body, as if they had locked him on.

"Damn, it's the Dimensional Annihilation Railgun." Fang Cheng naturally knew what these round holes meant.

They are the only weapons carried on the Seven Star Flying Boat, which can borrow the power of Zhou Tian Xingchen anytime and anywhere to launch a deadly attack.

And Fang Cheng was obviously not arrogant enough to think that he could resist the Dimensional Annihilation Railgun, so he directly launched the end of the world.

"Didi, di, di... Lost target, lock failed. ”

After Fang Cheng disappeared, the Seven Star Flying Boat immediately showed that the lock had failed.

"Damn! There is actually a teleportation charm. The monk on the Seven Star Flying Boat had a look of hatred on his face, thinking that Fang Cheng had used a precious talisman to escape.

But if the task assigned by Elder Liu was not completed for a day, he would not dare to return to the sect for a day.

The three-day period has long been far exceeded, and I don't care how many more days it drags on.

However, at this time, Fang Cheng's trace had been lost, and he didn't know which direction to pursue for a while.

……

Thousands of miles away.

After escaping the lock of the Seven Star Flying Boat, Fang Cheng felt that the true qi in his body was suddenly emptied, and a wave of detachment came to him.

The rules of the Great World of Cultivation are different, and the energy consumed by the spatial transition is hundreds of times greater than that of the universe where the earth is located, so even if the end of the world is close at hand, there are places that cannot be reached.

The incident happened suddenly, and he didn't choose the destination of the shuttle, so he had to choose a random teleportation, so he didn't know where he was at the moment.

As far as the eye can see, there is a lake, and the dirt under their feet is a wetland, and they are now shuttling through the woods.

And the moment Changsheng shuttled, he fell into a coma due to the squeezing of space, and he had not yet woken up at this time.

Fang Cheng had no choice but to place her on the back of the horse temporarily, and then jumped down and tied the trembling horse to the tree.

He landed on the damp earth, sat cross-legged in a non-formal manner, and began to breathe and regain his true qi.

Bursts of white mist overflowed from his body, lingering three feet above his head for a long time and could not disperse, and when he encountered the breeze, he turned into the shape of a dragon and a tiger, and the sound of a dragon roaring and a tiger roared faintly.

"Who's coming?"

Just when Fang Cheng was in his mind, a whirlpool of more than ten zhang suddenly rose in the lake, and a white spirit snake the size of a millstone flew out of the whirlpool, and a pair of bony horns could be vaguely seen on the top of the spirit snake's head.

"I'm just passing by the treasure land when I go down, and I don't know what the honorable driver has to say." Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, and his heart sank.

Such a mountain spirit who has understood human nature is a blessing in disguise for him who has not yet recovered his true qi at this moment.

However, as a monk, a procrastination trick needs to be put to good use.

"Hey, then you have brought the travel expenses, why don't you give me that little girl and let me fill my stomach." The white snake climbed ashore and galloped towards them.

"Tian Noise" Fang Cheng sneered when he heard this, and directly stimulated a golden needle, and suddenly his qi soared, breaking through to the level of the fourth realm of ten thousand tribulations.

After sensing the vast and boundless energy tide emanating from Fang Cheng's body, the white snake immediately stopped its forward rush and hovered over a tree in some confusion.

The tree began to wither after only a few breaths, and all the life essence seemed to be devoured by the white snake.

"It turned out that the spirit pit viper became a spirit, and God helped me." When Fang Cheng saw this, he saw its heels, and his heart flashed with the naturalist records he had seen in the Zongmen Library Pavilion.

The genus of the spirit pit viper, which absorbs the essence of the wood spirit for a living, can be turned into a dragon for a thousand years, open the spiritual ignorance, kill it to seize its inner pill, and can be trained into a spirit pill, which will help break through the ten thousand tribulations.