"Ah......h

The screams of the monk with the dagger in hand rang out. In his screams, he saw sparks flying out of Fang Yi's sword, turning into a red flame as high as one zhang on his body.

"Snort".

A foot high of fire sneered at the monk's body. No matter how much he beats, he can't destroy it.

"Help, save me......." Seeing that he could not extinguish the flames, the monk with the spirit dagger was terrified. One hand stretched out to the big man in pain, and the other hand slapped on his body.

"Run, run, run." Seeing the monk like this, the big man was finally afraid. The spirit knife struggled to block Fang Yi's sword, ignoring the monk's pleas for help that was ignited by the flames, and fled with fear on his face.

At this moment, he finally knew what regret was. If he could, he really wanted to travel back to just now and slap himself and Qian Eryi hard.

It was clear that Fang Yi himself was about to leave, but he and Qian Er died on their own, and at the moment when Fang Yi was about to leave, they forcibly left him behind and provoked him.

"I want to go. Leave my life for now. Seeing Dahan, Qian Er, and the black-robed young man fleeing desperately, Fang Yi's eyes were cold, and he shouted coldly.

Now that you have made a feud with these people, you don't have to keep your hands anymore.

The fiery red spirit sword flew out, broke away from Fang Yi's hand, and turned into a red rainbow light, which slashed through the air extremely quickly.

As if the air was about to ignite, the air around it turned into a wave of heat wherever the spirit sword passed.

"Snort".

With a burning heat behind him, the sound of fire burning cloth sounded in the ears of the big man.

Hearing this, Dahan looked panicked. But before he could react, the fiery red spirit sword, the killing weapon that left an indelible image in his mind.

A thud appeared in front of him, and the blood-dripping blade of the sword was simply nailed to the tree. Seeing this, the fear in the big man's eyes was even worse.

There was obviously no blood on the sword before, but where did the blood on the sword come from at this moment?

In this frightened doubt, the big man's body went limp. Very unwilling to look at his chest.

The brown blood had dried up, and there was a bloody hole left in the heart.

The body gradually became cold, and in this coldness, the big man finally closed his frightened eyes.

"Bang".

The corpse fell weakly, and seeing this, Qian Er and the black-robed young man were terrified. I don't care about anything else, but my father and mother have two fewer legs. The two played the fastest they could ever play.

In Fang Yi's consternation, with the billowing smoke and dust. The two disappeared from Fang Yi's sight.

To be honest, even if the two of them don't run so fast, it's nothing. He could shoot this sword so far, that was his limit. As for how far he was, according to his cultivation, he could no longer control the spirit sword so precisely.

Slowly walked forward to withdraw the spirit sword, and then took down the storage bags on the few people who fell to the ground, Fang Yi nodded with satisfaction.

I didn't think so, but now, I have made a lot of windfalls. Speaking of which, the cultivation materials for the next period of time have been settled again.

"Ahem".

Just in Fang Yi's joy, the Tsing Yi scribe who fell to the ground suddenly coughed.

"Don't worry, I won't trade your life for a bounty." Seeing the scribe in Tsing Yi looking at him at a loss, Fang Yi came back to his senses and spoke.

Although he is indeed lacking spirit stones now, but with his life creed. He really couldn't do anything about this scribe.

"Ahem".

"I didn't expect my wife to betray and leave my friend, and everyone regarded me as a reward equal to the spirit stone. Now, there is only one stranger who does not do this to me." Hearing Fang Yi's words, the scribe smiled bitterly.

"Would you like to help me?" Speaking of this, suddenly, a spark of hope flashed in the scribe's eyes.

Hearing this, Fang Yi frowned. To be honest, a large part of the slaughter of a few people just now was because of his sympathy for the scribes.

But because of this, he wants to ask for more through his sympathy. Then he is really a little disgusted with this kind of person.

"I won't let you help in vain, I can give you peerless treasures." Seeing Fang Yi's brows furrowed slightly, the scribe hurriedly explained.

Hearing this, Fang Yi's face showed even more displeasure. To be honest, he doesn't believe much in the existence of this treasure anymore.

"Alas".

"You've helped me once, and I can't ask anything more from you. This is the key that opens the box where the book is kept, and this is the prologue on that text." Seeing that Fang Yi didn't believe it, the scribe sighed. Hand Fang Yi a piece of yellowed paper and a key.

"I don't force you on anything when you get that box. If possible, you can help me kill that slut and Sun Wuyi. After handing over these two things, the scribe was finally discouraged.

"Buzz".

Casually swept the yellowed paper, Fang Yi, who didn't have any thoughts, suddenly lost his head.

"This, this spiritual root is actually true!" Looking at the words on the paper, Fang Yi muttered in disbelief.

This was so surprising to him, and although the paper was only a prologue, the mystery described on it was amazing. Needless to say, according to this prologue, there must be no doubt that the spiritual root must exist.

Shocked by this paper for a long time, Fang Yi was speechless.

After coming back to his senses and looking at the scribe, Fang Yi said solemnly: "Okay, I'm willing to help you." But you have to tell me some basic information first, such as what kind of cultivation Sun Wuyi is. ”

"Sun Wuyi's cultivation has just reached the Qi Refining Infinite Layer, and the Slut's cultivation is the Fourth Qi Refining Layer. Their real combat power is not even as good as mine, and they only took advantage of my cultivation to snatch the treasure box from me by a surprise attack. The scribe sighed and continued.

Not as good as the scribes. Fang Yi weighed his combat power a little according to the battle just now. Since the real combat strength of the two of them is not comparable to that of the scribes, it is not too difficult for him to kill them.

"In that case, I promise you. When I go to Fushan City to get the treasure box, I will definitely solve these two for you." Looking at the paper in his hand, Fang Yi spoke solemnly.

"Ahem, thank you. Since you promised to help me, then I have a bunch of spiritual grasses and spiritual mines in the ancestral house, which can improve the spiritual root ....... If you like it, take it." As he spoke, the scribe handed Fang Yi another map with the location of his ancestral house.

"However, those spirit creatures can also raise ordinary spirit roots to the level of dual spirit roots, and it won't be of much use to you." Handing over the map, the scribe added.

Hearing this, Fang Yi was stunned. The joy in my heart is even stronger. Who said it was useless, what he was carrying now was an ordinary spiritual root, and those spiritual objects were just useful to him.

When the scribe said this, he thought that he thought that Fang Yi had such a cultivation at his age. What is carried in the body is definitely not an ordinary spiritual root.

Without arguing, Fang Yi said to the scribe, "Do you have any good places to go?" If not, I just built a room in front of me. Before I go to Fushan Castle, I'll settle you there......?" ”