"Hiss".

Just after a few duels, before the man could understand what was going on, the spirit sword in Fang Yi's hand had already penetrated his chest and taken his life.

Taking this person's life, Fang Yi forcibly forced out a mouthful of blood to the corner of his mouth. At the same time, he hugged the man, and posed as if he had died together in the chaos.

Hugging together, the three of them fell from the sky and smashed a large crater directly into the ground.

"Alas".

In the chaos, when everyone saw this, they all felt sorry for Fang Yi and his opponent to die together. However, this regret did not last long, and they had to continue to face the opponent in front of them.

Speaking of Fang Yi, who fell to the ground, he had already taken out the fake death grass that had not been used up last time after killing the man, and swallowed it in his mouth.

And the moment he fell to the ground, he also carried the nameless magic technique he got from Fushan City to cover up the fluctuations in his heart.

At this time, even if there was a monk Jiedan to investigate, it would be difficult to find out if he was really dead and faked.

There was some pain in his body, and I have to say that if it weren't for the fact that his physique was already comparable to Zhuji, and the sky where their edgeworth flew was not high. This fall is really possible for him to kill him directly.

The battle in the sky continued, and under the command of their respective elders, it was almost from noon to dusk, and the disciples of both sides had almost fallen to the ninth layer, and the two sides could not be stopped.

As the sky gradually darkened, the two sides of the truce put away the bodies of their fallen disciples and returned with a temporary truce.

After collecting the corpses, an elder from the Dao Sect will put all the corpses into a storage space and find a place to bury them here.

In the darkness, Fang Yi and Yigan's corpses were placed together in a storage space.

Feeling the cold temperature of the corpses around him, it was impossible to say that Fang Yi didn't have a little fear. Although all along, he has been in a fight of blood and fire.

But at this time, facing this, Fang Yi was still a little panicked in his heart. But it's still much better than dying.

At this time, if it is discovered that he is not dead, he will be brought back and let him continue to fight with the people of the Earth Soul Sect. He doesn't have to live here.

Finally, it was time to bury Fang Yi and them. As soon as the elder moved, Fang Yi and a pile of corpses were shaken out of the storage space.

Under the quiet moonlight, it was extremely quiet here, but the Elder of the Guiding Dao Sect didn't care at all.

Fang Yi saw that the elder of the Dao Sect flicked his robe, and there was a fallen leaf on the ground, which was blown up by a strong wind for no reason.

A faint red light flickered, after the elder swept away the fallen leaves. A large array of red light immediately appeared on the ground.

took out a drawing engraved with the formation diagram from the storage bag, and Fang Yi clearly saw that the three words Earth Demon Sect were written in the corner of the drawing.

Sure enough, it seems that Fang Yi's previous guess is indeed true.

After comparing the array diagram with the large array emitting red light on the ground for a long time, the elder of the Guiding Dao Sect finally moved.

Out of nowhere, he took out a spiritual weapon similar to a shovel, and this elder's hand changed and commanded this spiritual weapon, constantly digging pits in the formation.

It took only a dozen breaths of effort, and the elder finally dug a big hole.

The robe then moved, without first noticing. Fang Yi and the corpses were thrown into the pit by this elder, and the soil was buried by Fang Yi and them.

This series of successions doesn't look like it at all, the etiquette that the sect should have when burying a disciple who died in battle.

Lying in the pile of dead people, Fang Yi's eyes flashed red. As soon as he saw these red rays flowing in front of him, in the bodies of the pile of dead people, a trace of bright red blood flowed out of them.

The smell of blood was extremely strong, and the aura in it was even more intense. Needless to say, this trace of blood is the essence of blood that still remains in these corpses.

Blood essence flowed out of these corpses, and Fang Yi saw that these corpses that had lost blood essence quickly dried up and shriveled, and a few breaths passed, and these corpses seemed to have passed for decades.

The red glow slowly faded away, after these corpses were bleeding sperm. The blood essence that was forcibly sucked out flowed into the ground and disappeared again.

Looking at these corpses, Fang Yi couldn't help but feel sorry for them. They may be ordinary, they may be mediocre, or they may be as hopeless as themselves, but they are still fighting, still working hard, and still wanting to be a strong man.

But now it's too late, and they have used their lives in vain and the "sad" blood essence in their bodies to achieve the ambitions of those people and the strength of those people.

I couldn't bear to move my gaze, maybe this was the cruel iron rule of the cultivation realm! Whoever made these people choose this path, in this cultivation realm where the law of the jungle eats the strong, even he can only fight desperately to get rid of a similar fate.

Only by becoming a strong monk can you use your strength to protect yourself, protect your relatives and friends, and achieve your dream of cultivating immortals all along.

The silence on the ground was still there, and the quiet moonlight in the sky remained cold and quiet until this time.

Not long after the Elder of the Guiding Dao Sect left, the dirt where the corpse was buried in the formation moved.

In the quiet and cold moonlight, a hand first broke through the ground and drilled out of the ground. After a while, a thin figure slowly crawled out of the pit where the corpse was buried.

Sitting on the ground and panting, needless to say, that figure was Fang Yi who had just been buried in the pit.

After a long while, Fang Yi's breath finally stabilized. Raising his head to look at the night sky with a full moon hanging, Fang Yi had a wry smile on his face.

Now he really doesn't know where to go. Back to the Channeling Sect? If you go back in this capacity, it won't be strange if you don't attract suspicion.

As for going to other places, the Spiritual Root Hundred Explanations are still hidden in the Scripture Pavilion of the Yindao Sect! asked him to give up like this, he was really unwilling.

"Alas".

Sighing, he didn't know the way for the time being, and Fang Yi didn't think about it anymore. Forget it, he still thinks about how to escape from this Emperor Mountain first.

He walked around the mountains like this, whether he was discovered by the Yindao Sect or by the Earth Demon Sect, it was almost impossible for him to survive.

Almost every day, Fang Yi has escaped from that corpse pit. He did not dare to appear in the daytime on this mountain. Normally, he waited until it was almost night, before he dared to come out and look for a hidden way to leave Fengdi Mountain.

After several days of hard work, under Fang Yi's careful investigation, he finally found a path that no one was waiting for.

With this trail, Fang Yi finally walked out of Fengdi Mountain and went to the wilderness next to Fengdi Mountain.

In this wilderness, Fang Yi was also extremely cautious, he still remembered the last time he encountered a ghost-faced bat here!

Without those foundation-building peers before, now walking here, there is only him at the eighth level of Qi refining, and he has to be cautious in the face of possible dangers.

However, it is not without benefit to be careful not to stay in the forest for too long. For example, in the past few days, he has been cultivating in his free time to recuperate.

And his cultivation, in his recuperation, unconsciously stepped into the ninth layer of qi refining.

In other words, his current cultivation can be counted, and he is only a thin line away from building the foundation.