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While the fat-faced man looked at them, Fang Yang looked up, but what he saw was a black deep sky, and he couldn't find a single variegated color, as if he was staring at the nameless abyss.

He noticed something strange.

This seems to be a realm outside the law of slices, where physical activity loses its benefits.

It's like just now, he slammed his fist on the stone wall on the side of the street, and the wall collapsed in response, but then inadvertently returned to normal.

Consciousness spreads out, and when I look around, I find that there is nothing abnormal in the town, so everything that happens seems to be a hallucination of my own making.

Fang Yang almost dared to conclude that they were probably affected by some kind of phantom array created by the Nightmare Ghost.

He really just got out of the wolf's den and entered the tiger's den, and he had to despair for his situation, and he once wondered if his current appearance was exchanged for overdrawing his future luck.

The perception can detect the exit and boundary of the town, and Fang Yang also has a clear sense of direction, and can plan those ways out.

But during the action, the surrounding scenery is changing, but the road under your feet can never be completed, like being in a floating labyrinth.

Paused.

He wasn't sure if it was all a phantom array, or if there was something wrong with the reference he had chosen.

There was a little fear in his heart, but the expression on his face was as calm as stagnant water.

The more he encounters unsolvable difficulties, the more casual he behaves, which has gradually become his habit.

"What can you see?" Fang Yang asked the girl on his back.

The little girl's eyes were closed, and the folds squeezed out of the corners of her eyes and the bridge of her nose could be seen with such force that she couldn't help but want to poke it on her little face.

After hearing Fang Yang's question, she slowly opened her eyes and squinted into a thin slit to look around.

"There were lanterns everywhere, and there were dressers, and there were peddlers, and donkey carts pulling goods, and there were many passers-by...... "The little girl counted carefully.

When Fang Yang heard this, he extended his gaze to the end of the market, but all he could see was a gloomy and cold silence.

At this moment, the little girl suddenly raised her hand horizontally, blocking the front, and her little face leaned back, as if someone in front of her was rushing towards them.

It was only soon that she hooked Fang Yang's neck and turned her gaze to her back.

Catching a glimpse of her action, Fang Yang's expression was calm, but his eyes became more and more profound.

"What did you do yesterday?"

Obviously, when she entered the town yesterday, Yan Jiujiu was fine, and there was no such "spiritual vision" situation, but there was a change after a night, so it proves that during this period, something extraordinary must have happened to her.

"I read a book, I was sleepy, and then I fell asleep. The girl thought about it and replied.

Her hand wrapped around Fang Yang's neck, such a small movement, but he found the ink on his fingers.

Her expression froze for a moment.

"Ahh

The little girl snorted.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yang hurriedly sniffed.

"How did the ink get on my hands? The little girl's brain seemed to have been short-circuited, and she didn't react for a while.

Fang Yang grabbed her little hand.

I saw black ink marks on her palms and fingertips.

Fang Yang had paid attention to that room, and there was no inkstone or pen and ink in it.

"You went out last night?"

"Nope. The little girl replied in the affirmative.

Fang Yang turned around and rushed towards the road he had come, wanting to enter the courtyard again to investigate.

But it didn't take long for that strange feeling to reappear.

No matter how much he runs, the scenery stretches, but he never reaches the end of the street.

Let him be rational again, and anger can't help but rise in his heart at this time.

Even if he fought against a strong enemy, he didn't want to encounter such a situation, trapped in the phantom array, like a show bird in a cage.

There was a bang, and the whole body was really boiling.

The palms were sacrificed, bringing up two violent turbulences.

The stone wall on the side of the street collapsed, and the Wangjiang Tower on the left was even more twisted by the real qi into sawdust, and it exploded to smithereens, leaving only four single logs to support a few wooden planks.

Rather than piercing the air, his full force was enough to collapse a mountain, and after the collapse of Wanghu Tower, the rammed earth houses outside the long street were also constantly damaged, and the whole town seemed to usher in a doomsday wind.

The black mist suddenly churned across the sky, and the howls of ghosts seemed to ring in my ears.

It was getting darker.

In Yan Jiuyue's sight, what he saw at this moment was the real Senluo Hell.

The neighbors who were originally greeted by greetings, as well as the peddlers who shouted and solicited customers, or the glamorous voices in the song and dance buildings......

At this moment, all the "people" who could be seen on the street, their facial features were writhing wildly, their eyes were sinking into skeletons, their mouths were growing, and painful wails came out of their mouths, slowly turning into a pool of blood.

The devil awakens.

Fangs bared.

Calm is just its false sleep, giving the prey an experience of dying without warning.

However, the prey resisted and destroyed its carefully crafted "cage of order", and the deceased realized his death and dissipated, which also indicates that the "cage of order" began to collapse.

The ghost is furious!

At this time, the black mist in the sky gathered little by little above Fang Yang's head, turning into a ghost face.

It was missing its left eye, the horns of its head were cut off in half, and half of the bridge of its nose seemed to have been cut off by a long knife, and the section was flat.

Fang Yang immediately felt a strong will collapse down, and obscure and sharp syllables spat out from the ghost's wriggling lips.

Undoubtedly, this is a super-level nightmare ghost, the most terrifying black existence he has ever seen in the past two months!

"Huangquan leads people. ”

In the air, the figure of the golden umbrella exclaimed.

His expression froze for a minute, and his eyes flickered with disbelief.

Legend has it that there is a group of extradition people in the far north of Huangquan, who guard the darkness, do things for the resentful spirits who linger in the world, exorcise the souls, and seek merit from them.

They do not belong to humans, they are a special group that approaches the living and the dead.

How could such a kind of far-north creature wander to the realm of the deer dwarf mountains, it is really incredible.

And this guy seems to be a little abnormal, it is not dispelling resentful ghosts, but devouring, carrying out a self-growth.

The huge ghost face emitted a black mist, like a steam engine that relieved pressure, spreading downward.

This black mist can decay bones and turn skin, and when ordinary people come into contact with it, they will instantly become rotten.

Fang Yang raised his head and stared, a sense of fear rose uncontrollably in his heart, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.

Busy showing his body, a blood shield is arranged around him to isolate contact with the outside space.

After being completely shrouded in black mist, there was a gossamer flowing on the blood cover like electricity, and there was a boiling sound like water entering an oil pot.

At the same time, the ghost face opened its huge mouth, and the gaps in the corners of its mouth continued to tear until behind the ears, and the black hole seemed like an abyss.

The next moment, this huge head swooped down and swallowed towards Fang Yang.

....... Don't look at the next supplement.

Ruozhi's expression was a little wooden.

He stood upright, mechanically punching and slamming into the air.

Because his cultivation was too low, the turbidity method of Gu Jiu was not suitable for him, so he did not practice even the most basic Genzi formula.

You can only practice musculoskeletal surgery.

Fang Yang carefully observed his movements.

The punch is very good, but the strength is slightly lacking, also because he has just quenched the sixth order.

Yellow-level spirit root, the value is 900/3600

The value is the same as the original.

That pill had no effect on him at all.

Fang Yang had an idea.

If we don't have the talent to cultivate the mind, then can't we cultivate the body?

If the inner family does not succeed in changing the outer family, let Ruozhi practice the outer family kung fu first, and it is not that there is no hope for the physical sanctification. When the bottleneck period of "great wisdom and foolishness" is broken in the future, it will be a rising star.

But look at Ruozhi's weak body.

Fang Yang instantly made another difficulty.

Why don't you pile up the forging body pill again?

But what if you break someone?

Fang Yang swayed from side to side with a tangled expression, and Ruozhi over there had already discovered his existence.

Putting down his fist, he trotted to Fang Yang and arched his hand one by one: "Master." ”

"Huh. ”

Fang Yang likes to listen to this kind of true feelings, which is different from Ruoren's sycophant version, and it is also different from Bai Luohan's interpretation.

"Very diligent. Fang Yang sighed sincerely.

However, Ruozhi's expression darkened.

Is it just diligence?

Very reluctantly small, Ruozhi plans to go back and continue to practice.

But Fang Yang stopped him.

"Ruozhi. Fang Yang stretched out his hand and grabbed his shoulders and led him to the center of the cultivation hall, "This seat will teach you a good thing tonight." ”

Ruozhi's eyes lit up suddenly.

"What's good?"

Fang Yang let him go, took a few steps back and stood still, and made a starting gesture.

In Fang Yang's memory, in addition to the gossip words, there are also some miscellaneous exercises, and I don't know what this original master practiced before.

Among them is a set of elementary boxing techniques.

It is very suitable for a novice like Ruozhi, who has no deep roots.

"Optimistic. ”

Fang Yang said lightly, his arms stretched out extremely widely, and he drew a complete arc in mid-air.

A punch was punched, and there was a faint sound of a dragon's groan.

Tiger and tiger.

Fang Yang's figure had already turned into an afterimage, moving left and right in the cultivation hall.

Ruozhi was stunned.

"Hoo ......"

After about half an hour, Fang Yang gathered his momentum and slowly returned his true qi to the dantian.

"Ruozhi, do you see clearly?"

Hearing this, Ruozhi shook his head decisively: "No." ”

Fang Yang: ......

He knew it.

Just like following the physical education teacher to do health qigong in his previous life, if he didn't let go of 0.5 times the speed, Fang Yang would never be able to keep up with that pace.

"This set of boxing techniques is called crane chirping. ”

"Take the meaning of the crane's voice, there is reality in the void, there is reality in the reality, you are optimistic below, I will teach you in duplicate. ”

Fang Yang punched, and Ruozhi over there followed suit.

Fang Yang took a step, and Ruozhi also followed.

After a set of processes, another hour passed.

Seeing that Ruozhi was already sweating profusely on his forehead, Fang Yang was a little unbearable.

"That's it for today, you go back and explore again, and I'll come tomorrow to accept the results." ”

Ruozhi opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but was blocked by Fang Yang.

"I'm not in a hurry to practice, understand?" Fang Yang Zhengse said, "This seat understands your upward heart, but you can't rush things to achieve results, otherwise it will definitely backfire." ”

The same is true of spiritual practice, and this sentence is given to you by this seat for mutual encouragement. ”

"Ahem......" Ruozhi coughed twice, "Disciple understands." ”

"Alright, let's go back. ”

Hesitantly bowed, Ruozhi retreated, and looked back at Fang Yang while walking.

Fang Yang shook his head slightly.

Such diligent disciples are rare nowadays.

Compared with the lazy Ruoren, if Ruozhi was placed in his previous life, he would definitely be the kind of student who was very rare for teachers.

Obedient.

Satisfied, I walked back to my room, and I felt pretty good about stretching my body tonight.

Walking to the bed and taking off his clothes, Fang Yang suddenly felt that something was not quite right when he was untying his belt.

Touch your buttocks.

The old face flushed.

The feeling inside the ravine is extremely full, and the fabric is stuffed to the brim.

Reminisce about Ruozhi's eyes before leaving.

Good guy, this kid didn't even remind him when he looked at the ugly appearance of this seat, fortunately, there was no one in the cultivation hall at night, otherwise wouldn't the reputation of this seat be ruined?

Angrily, he slept in his clothes.

With his eyes closed, Fang Yangwu grinded his teeth freely.

Little bunny.

Hate me to death.

......

The next day, Ruo Zhi thought about it and didn't understand that he was still such a lovely master last night, but in the morning it was as if he had changed someone.

It seems that he is still not diligent enough.

Ruozhi secretly made up his mind.

Sitting on the main seat, Fang Yang's brows were tightly locked, now that his disciple's cultivation was gradually on the right track, then some things should be thought about as soon as possible.

"Ruoren. ”

Fang Yang called, and Ruoren walked in front of him and sang, "Shizun has something to do with me?"

"You disguise yourself and go to the ancient city to inquire about the news of the Unshaw Pavilion for this seat. ”

It's been a few days since the incident, and the person who wanted to plot against Bai Luohan didn't succeed, he would definitely not give up, and there would definitely be some rumors on the side of Buxiao Pavilion.

As long as someone walks by, they are bound to leave traces.

Fang Yang didn't believe that there were no clues to follow.

Although Ruoren was a little puzzled, he still responded.

Wei Suo paid attention to the conversation between Fang Yang and Ruoren, and took the initiative to come over: "What's that, Master...... I also want to go with my brother. ”

Fang Yang glanced at him.

Does he dare to let Wei Suo go?

This matter is already unrelated to Wei Suo, let Wei Suo go, who knows what else will go wrong.

"You have other arrangements in this seat. ”

Fang Yang said lightly.

Wei Suo pursed his lips, and there was no negative emotion, and obediently returned to his original position to continue his practice.

"Then the disciple will set off. ”

"Hmm. Fang Yang bowed.

Bai Luohan, who was meditating quietly in the distance, opened his eyes and watched Ruoren leave the cultivation hall and cast a questioning look at Fang Yang.

However, Fang Yang's face was expressionless.

If you don't say it, you won't let me inquire?

Is.

Bai Luohan didn't know why, so he settled down.

Ruoren's side, he happily returned to his residence, and Shizun finally gave him a task, but he didn't use Senior Sister Luohan.

Is this ready to reuse your own rhythm?

Simply packed his bags, Ruoren left, the ancient city is not far away, he has been there before, it is considered a light car, and the closest branch of Buxiao Pavilion to the Gu Wine Sect is there.

Shizun must be brewing some kind of big yin...... No, it's the big plan.

And I feel extremely honored to be the pioneer of this project.

Keep your head high.

has taken the step of not recognizing the six relatives.