The ghast river seems to have no end, meandering eastward, sometimes narrow, sometimes wide, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow.

In order to resist the hurricane array, Fang Ling cast an instantaneous prevention and kill, which consumed a lot of physical energy, and in order to expel the ghast, Jin Dan continued to extract mana, causing his body to be exhausted, and he could only accumulate a trace of strength.

The reason for the appearance of the ghast river here is very simple, originally this thing was unique to the underworld, but back then, the army of the southern ghost domain had invaded the cultivation realm and captured a lot of territory, so this ghast river is estimated to flow through this place along the gap between the two worlds.

I don't know how many days and nights passed, Fang Ling finally had a little strength, he struggled to swim from the river to the shore, and after "touching" the ground, he lay flat on the rough gravel floor, breathing the air in a big gulp, and then laughed.

Bai Wenhan pushed himself into danger with nine steady measures, but he survived, there is nothing more fortunate than this, how can he be worthy of this escape without laughing three times.

After laughing, Fang Ling crossed his legs, concentrated, and the constantly derived qi began to slowly heal his body, but this time it was really not lightly injured, the power of Bai Wenhai's magic weapon was quite strong, even if it was a hundred or so punches, he also suffered thirty percent of internal injuries.

Coupled with the wind knife in the hurricane behind, not only cutting the body, but also making the internal injuries directly aggravated to ninety percent, if ordinary people don't know how many times they have died.

Half a day passed, Fang Ling's internal injuries were only healed, but he didn't have time to wait any longer, looking up at the sky, the vast white mist was dense and thick, I don't know if it was day or night, roughly calculated, it had been at least five days since he was knocked down from the Immortal Mountain.

In five days, too many things have happened, and the most important thing is whether Bai Wenhai will hype up his own affairs after the demonization, if so, then I don't know how troublesome things will be.

He thought about it carefully, and felt that this probability should be extremely small, although no one knew about Bai Wenhai's conspiracy, but since he had the identity of the chief administrator, his every move must take into account the reputation of the Changfeng Sect, not to mention, there were two other chief managers.

If a demon pretends to be a disciple of this sect, and he also wins the first place in the alchemy conference in full view of everyone, this kind of thing will not be a good thing for the Changfeng Sect, which is currently being suppressed by the Mochizuki Sect.

So this matter should not be hyped up at least for the time being, but what he wants most is whether Fang Xiande will be informed about it.

For this imperial uncle, Fang Ling still trusts him, this person is calm and steady, and he is also quite wise, if he wants to pretend to be back in this game and expose Bai Wenhai's face, he must also get Fang Xiande's help, otherwise he will be fighting alone, which is extremely disadvantageous.

However, no matter what, he had to take this step forward, thinking about it this way, Fang Ling already had a preliminary plan.

It is very dangerous to go directly to the Changfeng Sect to contact Fang Xiande, God knows how wide Bai Wenhai's ears and eyes are, once someone finds out his whereabouts, it will be a bad thing, so he must first find a neutral sect.

The wind was gusting under the abyss, and there was not a single grass growing, and there was not even a sign of life, only the river of ghasts that passed by and the terrible ghasts that kept rising from the river.

Walking along the river for about half a day, the river in front of me suddenly opened up, and the river water was obviously speeding up a lot, and then I saw that I had reached the end of the abyss, where the ghast river converged into a huge whirlpool, and it seemed that I had returned to the underground realm.

Fang Ling estimated that he had almost gotten out of the realm of the Changfeng Sect, and began to climb along the rocks towards the top of the abyss.

There weren't many things he carried, including the Changfeng Sect's disciple token, a small bag of spirit stones, the staff token of the Southern Melting Underground Mansion, and the Earth Response Talisman and the Tone Stone.

The angular rocks became the best aid for crawling, and with Fang Ling's hands like iron, he quickly climbed over the clouds, and as soon as the clouds passed, there was a black miasma.

Before he could get close to the miasma, Fang Ling smelled a pungent fishy smell, and he immediately understood that this miasma contained severe poison, but for him who cultivated the Sun Melting Moon Solution, the poison could not pose any threat to himself.

He took a deep breath, the sun fire turned into a protective true qi to protect his body, and then crawled towards the miasma, as soon as he entered the miasma, countless poisonous dust particles took the initiative to lean over, desperately trying to burrow into Fang Ling's body, but before these things got close to three feet, they were burned by the boiling fire.

The miasma was extremely thick, and Fang Ling had climbed half a column of incense before passing through the miasma layer, and then he saw a cliff above.

Climbing up the cliff, there was an extremely wide primeval forest in front of him, filled with the breath of a large number of fierce beasts, he climbed the top of a big tree, looked around, and found no trace of the Immortal Mountain of the Changfeng Sect, Fang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had indeed broken away from the position of the Changfeng Sect.

Then, Fang Ling went deep into the forest, continued to march towards the east, walked for half a day, the sun was about to set, Fang Ling stopped in front of a small stream, washed his face well, and washed away the blood stained on his clothes with the strength of the sun.

Reaching the realm of Tianrong, the technique of melting the sun and the moon is more subtle, and it can sew up the torn clothes, looking like new clothes.

Just as he was finishing washing his face, Fang Ling suddenly heard a burst of words, he was secretly happy, and hurriedly used his body to fly in the direction where the voice came from.

Stopping on a high ground, the stream flowed down the high place and merged into a small river in the valley, and at this time, there were seven immortal disciples by the river.

Several people sat down around the river, some were washing their faces, and some were "touching" bloody animal skins, animal bones and other things from the storage rings one after another, and washed them in the river one by one.

The rest of the people sat around the reef by the river and laughed and talked, and one of the young disciples said with a smile: "The uncles all say that this Valley of Doom is a very dangerous place, but I think it is just a lie, and we haven't encountered any fierce beasts along the way." ”

A middle-aged man said with a smile: "Ninth Senior Brother, this is not that the senior uncles are deliberately scaring us, there are indeed extremely high-ranking fierce beasts in the Valley of Doom, but we are now on the periphery, and I and several of your senior brothers have been here many times, so we are very familiar with the path and the 'hole' of the fierce beast nest here, and we have avoided the ferocious type, so we can be safe along the way." ”

The young disciple was surprised, "This is the periphery, and how big will this Valley of Doom be?"

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "This Valley of Doom is extremely wide, and it is precisely because of the breeding of many desolate beasts that it was sealed by the great immortals with supreme mana in ancient times, and it has never been known to mortals ever since. To the west of this place is the famous Changfeng Sect, and to the east is the boundary of our White Lake Gate. ”

Fang Ling was secretly happy when he heard this, he was lucky to be straight, Baihumen was a neutral sect, and he could just help him complete the task of delivering letters.

The cultivation realm is extremely wide, and the scope of a sect alone has a state, and within the sect, the disciples buy a magic weapon such as a sound transmission stone to cover the entire range of the sect, and it is easy to talk, but once they are out of the sect, the sound transmission magic weapon is basically not bright.

The distance between sects and sects is almost hundreds of thousands of miles away, and even if there is such a sound transmission magic weapon, it is not something that the cultivation of the disciples of the Immortal Sect can use.

Therefore, the messenger was born from this, and there are a large number of neutral sects around the righteous sects, and these neutral sects are generally not involved in the struggle between the righteous sects, and because of this, their disciples can freely travel between other sects, and it has become one of the special powers they can exercise to communicate for each sect.

Take the Mochizuki Sect and the Changfeng Sect as an example, the grievances between the two factions have accumulated for thousands of years and are difficult to solve, but some disciples will inevitably have friendships with each other, but if the people of the Changfeng Sect go to the Mochizuki Sect to pass the message, it will definitely be inappropriate.

Therefore, as long as you rush to any neutral sect and spend a few spirit stones to issue a mission, there will be neutral sect disciples who act as messengers to help you safely deliver the letter to the other party, these disciples all practice flying spells such as kamikaze, and travel hundreds of thousands of miles a day, so the transmission of messages is also very fast and very safe.

As soon as he knew that these people were disciples of the White Lake Sect, Fang Ling thought of going up and saying hello, so that they could take him over and save the trouble of finding his way.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt something strange in the mountains and forests opposite, the sound was very slight, and if it weren't for his five senses, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

At the same time, he also felt a murderous aura of Sen Han, a murderous aura for a lifetime, Fang Ling's secret path was not good, and he knew that the disciples of Baihu Sect would definitely be in trouble.

However, he was also seriously injured at this time, his internal injuries had only healed for thirty percent, and he couldn't even exert half of his strength, and at the moment when he was about to open his mouth to warn, that murderous aura had turned into streams of light and shot out from the mountains and forests.

Several disciples of the White Lake Gate had the highest cultivation and had just entered the Huayuan Realm, and when a few people found out that someone was sneaking attack, they almost didn't even have a chance to react, and they were knocked to the ground by those streamers in an instant, and their souls flew for nine days in an instant.

There were still fresh lives just now, and there were a few people who were talking and laughing just now, but in the blink of an eye, they had turned into stiff corpses, Fang Ling frowned fiercely, raised his eyes and looked at the field, and suddenly found that the streamer that killed several people was actually a few light arrows.

The light arrow shattered in an instant, turned into dust and disappeared, and at the same time, the forest shadow on the other side of the mountain forest flickered, and a group of people walked out of it, led by a one-eyed middle-aged man, with a cold expression, murderous surging with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was holding a longbow with great supernatural powers in his hand, which showed that it was his poisonous hand just now.