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The two of them in the air were surging in their hearts.

This forced them to re-examine Fang Yang's identity.

First of all, it is conceivable that this person is by no means an old immortal master, the other party only has the strength of the formation stage, and his whole body exudes a bloody aura, giving people a dangerous signal, he is like a beast that is angry at any time.

Who will he be?

looks exactly like the old immortal master, could it be that he is disguised, or is it the same as the golden umbrella figure, with the special ability to incarnate others?

But whatever the truth, that's not their primary concern.

The eyes of the two of them fell on the black tower without blinking, and the faintly visible green light in their eyes hid greed and longing.

A circle of dark blue holy light stirred out, and the black mist that touched it let out a painful wail, like the smoke from a smoker, quickly diluted.

The massive ghostface feared the light as the usual nightmares, its cheeks contorted, curled up in a ball of madness, and burrowed into the shadows of the town's houses.

At this time, it lived like a lamb before the wolf, trembling and terrified.

The holy light continued unabated, swinging from the top floor, followed by different colors of blazing light below, illuminating the entire space.

Whether it was high in the air or on the ground, everyone closed their eyes, and the light was so strong that they couldn't open their eyes.

The ghost's wail was sharp and piercing, but it didn't last long before it came to an abrupt end, and seemed to be completely wiped out in the glorious light.

Half an hour later, the light weakened, and finally, with a snapping sound, the small black tower fell to Fang Yang's feet.

When I opened my eyes, there was a brief white light in my vision, and finally I began to focus, and the blurred scene gradually became clear.

The thick fog in the sky disappeared, the dark clouds that shrouded my heart dissipated, and the whole person's heart was relieved.

Still in the middle of the town.

The depressed and deserted town is in shambles, and not a single intact building can be found.

The two of them were in the ruins, covered in a thick layer of dust.

"Disappeared?" Fang Yang couldn't believe it, he glanced around, although the sky was still dark, but he had lost the shroud of heavy clouds, but he had a feeling of sunshine after the rain in his heart.

That super-level nightmare is about to be dispelled.

With only one breath left to live, the Black Tower saved his life, if it weren't for that, he might have sunk in the phantom array.

The heart shook, at this moment, I can be regarded as witnessing the extraordinaryness of the Black Tower, the divine brilliance, is the most feared existence of the ghosts, and the value of this magic weapon is far more than this, otherwise how could it attract the covetousness of the three major forces!

Leaned over and picked up the Black Tower and held it in his hand.

At this time, this spiritual treasure became ordinary again.

Put it back in your pocket.

"Let's go. ”

Fang Yang took the girl's hand, knowing that the commotion here was too big, it was estimated that it would not be long before the figure of the golden umbrella would find out and chase after him, and he would escape by chance, he didn't want to have another life-and-death fight.

It's just that after a slight force on my hand, I feel a pull.

Looking back, I found that the girl was standing in place, her expression becoming a little stiff and wooden, as if her soul had been forcibly drained.

Fang Yang's expression was stunned for half a second.

After probing, he found that the prohibition in his qi sea had not changed, which proved that the girl was not fatally injured.

According to the style of the past, he must have left with her regardless of anything else, but a few days of getting along with Fang Yang still made Fang Yang a little moved, at least he had no antipathy for the current "Yan Jiuyue".

The girl had no external injuries.

After noticing that she was not in the right state, Fang Yang separated his true qi and probed into her palm, wanting to see the girl's situation.

It's just that after her true qi was introduced, she trembled as if she had been poured cold water in winter.

A pair of eyes became empty and numb, completely devoid of the liveliness and agility of the previous days,

Looking at her, Fang Yang couldn't help but stiffen his body.

This kind of gaze is indescribable.

It seems to ...... He was a dying man.

Full of despair and indifference, I lost hope in everything.

"Hey!"

Fang Yang gestured and waved his hand in front of her eyes.

The girl didn't respond.

Could it be that now she has become Yan Jiujiu in the Taoist courtyard again?

Thinking of this, Fang Yang's heart palpitated.

But after a long time, I found that the girl did not move.

I had no idea, so I could only put her on my shoulder, tiptoe a little, and head north.

At this moment, a sense of foreboding rose in his heart, and he was faintly worried, as if something bad was about to happen.

This feeling came without warning.

Frowning, out of caution, Fang Yang directly cast ten great instants, and his figure disappeared a hundred miles away.

At this moment, only a quarter of the true qi remained in the sea of qi.

This is undoubtedly a very bad thing.

There are eleven days before the food and breath will end, and if you can't reach the territory of Yaoguo, you will always be in danger.

It is conceivable that the movement of the Black Tower just now is estimated to be detected by the figure of the golden umbrella soon, and then everyone will know that the treasure they have been looking for with all their might has actually been taken down the mountain by themselves, and at that time, he is the target of the public, and there will be an endless stream of people chasing him.

With only a quarter of his true qi left, whether he could survive the next eleven days, Fang Yang didn't know the bottom in his heart.

The wind blows in my ears, and the farther north I go, the colder the temperature becomes.

The snow on the ground was already up to your ankles, and every step you took brought you back.

"Why did you save me, who the hell are you?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in my ears.

This voice has been heard more than once in the past few days, but at this time, it is a little indifferent and alienated.

Trample.

As soon as he stepped into the snow, Fang Yang stopped.

This is the voice of Yan September.

My heart was churning, and I knew that I was in trouble again.

The stimulation brought by the nightmare just now may have awakened this person's personality memory.

It wasn't a good thing, he wasn't sure what the woman would do next.

Will you be crazy and want to return to the Taoist Academy, thinking about avenging your father?

Or, kill herself, the person who pretended to be her father for five days, to relieve the humiliation?

Fang Yang was completely unsure of her character.

Slowly, lower her off her shoulders and let her stand in the snow.

The two looked at each other.

The cold wind blew her face red, like a vermilion paint on a mutton fat jade. The thin lips were stained with a little blood at some point, and the hair on the head was unadorned, and the ends of the hair were casually draped like fine satin.

In a snow-white wilderness, she stood, slowly raising her hand with the twilight of the eternal night.

There were white ice crystals condensing, and the sharp tip was against Fang Yang's chest.

At this moment, the yin-yang fish in the west just finished the operation of the week, the sky fire dripped, and the whole world was like a mirror reflection, flashing a red light.

Fang Yang looked down at the sharp thorn in his chest, as long as he used a little force, it would pierce his flesh and skin.

"Why, can't you guess for yourself. Fang Yang's expression was very indifferent, and when he looked at the woman in front of him, there was even a bit of mockery in his eyes.

To the south, the deer dwarf mountain is out of reach.

The two of them had already gone too far.

Yan Jiujiu's eyes turned in that direction.

There was a slight change in her expression, a hint of anger that seemed to be there.

The distance between Fang Yang and her was only half a meter, and he could clearly capture her every move.

Her expression made Fang Yang a little puzzled.

Although he was calm on the surface, he was still a little apprehensive in his heart, he was afraid that this woman would be hot-headed and rush back to Ludwarf Mountain.

Now that he is tired enough, he really doesn't want to fight Yan Jiujiu again.

The current relationship between the two is very delicate, and they are forced to form a combination relationship out of desperation.

Quietly, as if the air was counting seconds.

In the end, Yan Jiujiu still let go, and the ice crystals fell into the snow.

Turning slowly, her eyebrows lowered.

"Let's go. ”

Fang Yang stood in place, not moving, his heart was vigilant, and he didn't take his eyes off the other party.

The next moment, Yan Jiujiu took a step forward and headed towards the west, his steps slightly staggering.

She didn't do anything, she just moved her feet into the deep snowdrift.

The hem of the skirt was blown up, and it could be seen that her feet were wearing a pair of embroidered shoes with green feathers and gold silk, and the exposed ankles were red from the cold, proving that she did not exert her true qi to protect her body.

The direction she was traveling was not the way she came, and she should not be prepared to return to Lulow Mountain.

Fang Yang knew that Yan Jiujiu was a very shrewd woman, and at this time, she should not go to Luxiao Mountain to die, because there was no point in it.

"Where are you going?"

Fang Yang's voice spread far away in the wilderness.

frowned, just now he saw that this woman had a will to die in her eyes.

This is a bad sign!

Yan Jiujiu's life and death didn't matter to herself, but the key thing now was that the old immortal master had cast a spell on her own sea of qi, so now her life was no longer about a person.

After two minutes, there was no answer from the front, and the figure of the woman was walking away.

"Trouble!"

Fang Yang's face was completely gloomy, and his eyes flashed away.

Although he is very weak now, and his strength has been depleted by three-quarters, Yan Jiujiu is only at the peak of his senses, and the two of them are a leap from the great realm, and the feeling of truth is a qualitative transformation.

The only way now was to subdue her and forcibly take her away, at least until she lifted the spell herself, and she must not leave.

Urging the true qi, the bloody aura immediately exploded, and the next second was not ready to approach in a small instant, and then knocked her unconscious.

Suddenly, a strange laugh rang out.

The laughter was high-pitched, like a duck pressed against a cutting board.

The space in front of him was distorted, and the mirror seemed to be shattered, and when the law was reorganized, more than a dozen people appeared out of thin air.

A white jade sedan chair, and more than a dozen escort women.

At this time, a woman in the front held an oil lamp in her right hand, and her left hand was raised high, strangling Yan Jiujiu's neck.

This scene happened so suddenly, Fang Yang almost didn't expect it.

In an instant, his whole heart hit rock bottom.

Yan Jiu seemed to have been immobilized by a spell, and the whole person was stiffly hung in the void, his neck was raised, his face was bloodless, and his eyes were also godless and empty.

At the same time, Fang Yang felt that in his qi sea, the thirty-eight-colored petals were actually opening, and there were droplets dripping out between the flowers.

At this time, a strong feeling of colic came, and Fang Yang felt as if his heart had been cut by a small blade.

"Ning Qiuhe's daughter, I haven't been so excited for a long time. The fat-faced man poked his head out of the curtain and looked at Yan Jiujiu, with a little evil in his small eyes, and the fat on his cheeks was trembling slightly, indicating the ecstasy in his heart, and his breathing became slightly heavy.

"If I suck her daughter dry, I don't know what Ning Qiuhe's expression will be, I'm so excited, it's really ......"

He stretched out his hand and beckoned, motioning for his puppet slave girl to come over.

His hand stretched out of the sedan chair, as if he wanted to caress Yan Jiujiu's face.

"Where did the wild toad come out?"

Fang Yang didn't expect that the person sitting in the sedan chair turned out to be such a figure.

The two of them had met on the downhill mountain road before, but Fang Yang's consciousness couldn't get out of the sedan chair, he thought that there would be a woman in power sitting inside, but he didn't expect it to be a man's head, the face was very bloated, and it was really seven or eight points similar to a toad.

The fat-faced man's outstretched hand froze in the air, and the expression on his face was obviously stunned for half a second.

"Little crumbs, what kind of goods?" he snorted softly, his fat face trembled, his gaze slowly moved up, and his gaze locked on Fang Yang.

He hadn't connected Fang Yang with the evil spirit until now, after all, that was too unbelievable.

He only felt that the other party probably used some kind of exquisite disguise to turn into Ning Qiuhe's appearance.

From the very beginning, his consciousness walked away, although he wanted to pull Yan Jiu into the sedan chair on the surface, but the wisp of consciousness that was separated always fell on Fang Yang.

The dark tower is hidden in the placket of the other party's clothes, and the meaning of this thing to him is much greater than that of Yan Jiuyue, so he can't help but pay attention to it.

"What's the way?" Fang Yang sneered, "I'll tell you slowly at your grave." ”

Knowing that she can only fight with her scalp now, Yan Jiu fell into the hands of the other party, and if she died, it would be difficult for her to survive if her spell was triggered.

The fat-faced man seemed to be interested, so he retracted his hand and looked at Fang Yang with squinted eyes: "A young man who has just arrived in the form is so arrogant, he is not afraid of the wind and flashing his tongue." ”

In this situation, Fang Yang knew that it was no good to delay time, so he was too lazy to talk to the other party.

Without hesitation, he slammed his palm towards the sedan chair, and it was directly a 100% full force of the imperial qi piercing through the air.

The blood-red dragon roared and rushed out, arriving in milliseconds.

"I don't know what to say!" The fat-faced man was cold, he didn't even raise his hand, his eyes swept away, and the true qi externalized to form a barrier in front of him.

The red dragon formed by Gangfeng collapsed in an instant after touching the barrier, leaving only ripples like water waves on the barrier.

It's just not over.

Fang Yang's brows were tightly locked, and he slapped out another palm, still piercing through the air with all his strength.

Immediately after that, the third, fourth, and fifth palms ......

Huge roar.

The snow in the place was splashed up for 100 meters, and between Fang Yang and the fat-faced man, a crack more than ten meters deep appeared under the impact of the wind, forming a straight long line.

"Sure enough, Ning Qiuhe didn't tell you that the secret technique can't be used indiscriminately. The fat-faced man dusted his index finger in the snowflakes of Yang Sa, and his eyes were frivolous.

In his heart, he obviously regarded Fang Yang as a fool.

This is the breath of food, and the true qi is depleted and cannot be recovered.

The advantage of the secret technique is that it can be released instantaneously, and it can achieve the effect of defeating the enemy with one blow at a critical moment and taking it by surprise, but there is a huge disadvantage that the monk rarely uses it, that is, the consumption is huge.

Even he dared to perform his secret art without restraint.

The young man in front of him, the same secret technique, had actually performed more than eighty times in just ten seconds.

Such an almost insane attack is a suicide stream fight.

There was already a threat to him, and the shield was crumbling, and the cracks were deepening little by little.

However, the fat-faced man still had a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, because he knew that Fang Yang had consumed more than half of his true qi in the town and on the way down the mountain, and this kind of madness would not last long.

The reality was as he expected.

At this moment, Fang Yang's sea of qi was rapidly drying up, and it would soon be completely drained.

He gritted his teeth, and the perception crept into his mind.

He called up the system bread, backpack column.

In the first column, a small golden card was lying quietly.

The card is clearly marked: True Qi is inexhaustible.

Description: Within 30 minutes, you will gain a state of full euphoria, remove all negative effects (including prohibition, shackles, poisoning, lethargy, fatigue, etc.) and infinitely overdraft your true qi.

"Use!" Fang Yang took a deep breath and gently spit out two words in his mouth.