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Along the way, Fang Yun had encountered seven Blood Tooth Vine Gathering Places, and the Blood Tooth Vine in each place was very afraid of himself, so he used the Battle Poetry Soldier to collect many Holy Qi King Teeth.

In the Blood Tooth Vine Gathering Place in the sixth place, Fang Yun found a half-holy tiger bone, although the broken Holy Qi Holy Bone was only the size of a human arm, it was very valuable in the eyes of all ethnic groups, far surpassing the Holy Qi King Tooth.

The value of the Holy Qi Holy Bone far exceeded that of ordinary Holy Bones in the outside world.

On the way, Fang Yun had already thought that this holy qi bone could be made into the pen of the Great Confucian Treasure Pen, and when the pen was completed, find a way to seal a battle poem related to the tiger, and the power would be extraordinary.

This Holy Qi Holy Bone is an absolutely impossible treasure for the Blood Tooth Vine, but from the beginning to the end, those Blood Tooth Vines did not have the slightest intention of attacking Fang Yun, so that Fang Yun picked up a big bargain for no reason.

Why is the Blood Tooth Vine afraid of himself, Fang Yun listed many possibilities in his heart, but he couldn't determine, and he didn't have time to explore.

Completing the Ninth Wentai and promoting to the Great Confucian is the key.

Fang Yun looked at the gray-black mountains, and recorded this place as the Sword Blade Peak in the topographic map of the Burial Sacred Valley recorded by the Strange Book Heaven and Earth.

Fang Yun's expression was solemn, because on the tip of the sword blade peak, there was a faint exudation of a holy might, fierce and brutal, as if he wanted to slaughter all spirits and level the world.

These peaks are not very high, and if nothing else, they can fly over the countless Sword Blade Peaks and reach the Fengskuo Mountain Range.

Fang Yun slowly approached the Sword Blade Peak.

When he was a thousand zhang away from the nearest sword blade peak, Fang Yun suddenly stopped, then took out a piece of paper and crumpled it into a ball, and threw it forward.

Sneer......

The subtle sounds sounded one after another, and I saw that the paper ball seemed to have been cut by hundreds of millions of blades in an instant, and instantly turned into fine powder.

Fang Yun lowered his head, and saw that within a thousand zhang around the Sword Blade Peak, the ground had sunk up to three zhang, and the entire Sword Blade Peak seemed to be in a big pit.

The rest of the ground was made of rocks, which was already very hard, but the bottom of the pit around Sword Blade Peak seemed to have been tempered thousands of times, far harder than ordinary rocks.

Subsequently, Fang Yun recited "White Horse Heroes", calling out the White Horse Heroes who are equivalent to demon marquises.

The White Horse Hero rushed straight into the pit, and then heard countless snorts resounding around him, and his body was like countless swords approaching him, and slight wounds appeared.

The soldiers of the war poetry will have a certain self-healing ability, but the attack from the outside world is too strong, and the white horse hero only lasted for twenty breaths before being cut off by an invisible force.

It was filled with invisible air blades.

With his rich combat experience, Fang Yun judged that each qi blade was equivalent to a new jinshi's lip and sword blow, and the power was not great, whether it was his own courage or his talent, he could resist it, but the gains outweighed the losses, it was better to use a university warrior's protective battle poem or the power of the literary platform to resist.

Then, Fang Yun's gaze fell on the sharp peaks everywhere.

Fang Yun made a general judgment, this Sword Blade Peak was originally supposed to be an ordinary mountain, but because of the unexpected encounter with the power of the Holy Position, it changed the shape of the mountain here, and it was filled with countless qi blades. This kind of place with continuous power spillover is common in the Sacred Valley of Burial, called the Holy Throne Territory.

Fang Yun looked at the sky and shook his head helplessly.

Since this is the Holy Throne territory, it means that you can't fly from a high altitude, either in mid-air below the top of the mountain, or simply take a detour.

The dignity of the Holy Throne cannot be desecrated.

In the Burial Sacred Valley, there are many Holy Rank territories, and the power of this Sword Blade Peak's territory is equivalent to the level of a newly promoted Jinshi, which is not a Jedi, but can only be regarded as the lowest level of danger.

"There is no record of this place among the three tribes, and perhaps I am the first to find it. After all, the Burial Valley is too big, and it is surrounded by mountains, and if I hadn't used the map of the three tribes, I would never have found it. ”

Fang Yun thought to himself, a shallow smile appeared on his face.

In the Burial Sacred Valley, wherever the power of the territory can be maintained, there will inevitably be a holy qi group!

Because the power of the territory does not need to absorb the holy qi, it will force the holy qi to continue to gather, and some of the holy qi will be forced away, but there will be a part of the holy qi concentrated in the territory.

"Sure enough, it was the right choice!"

Fang Yun glanced at the general of the war poem behind him, and did not chant the protection display of the scholars, only to see the Wanmin Wentai emerging above his head, sprinkling blue light, protecting the green clouds.

Fang Yun slowly descended, and when he was twenty zhang above the ground, he flew into the Sword Blade Peak.

Sneer......

The dense sound came from outside the blue light sprinkled by the Wanmin Wentai, which made people's teeth ache.

Fang Yun mobilized his talent to protect his ears and filter this sound.

Countless qi blades frantically attacked Fang Yun, but this level of power could not destroy the blue light of Wentai at all, and Fang Yun entered it safely.

Fang Yun smoothly approached the edge of the first sword blade peak, and found that the higher he went, the stronger the territory, so he slowly descended and remained at a height of ten zhang.

Fang Yun originally wanted to pass through here and quickly reach the Fengskuan Mountain Range, but now that he was happy to hunt his heart, he began to fly constantly in the Sword Blade Peak, looking for the Holy Qi Cluster.

The Holy Qi Mass is composed of ten thousand wisps of Holy Qi, which will exude great power, and as long as it is three miles away, it can be detected by ordinary Confucians.

Fang Yunwen is brave in the three realms, and his strength far exceeds that of ordinary Confucians.

After only flying for half an hour, Fang Yun sensed that there was a strange aura of the Holy Throne seven miles away, similar to the Holy Qi, but even stronger.

"It's the Holy Qi Regiment!"

Fang Yun immediately picked up his speed and flew in the middle of the mountains towards the direction of the Holy Qi Regiment.

In the sword blade peak, the mountains are stacked, Fang Yun flew for a while, and after bypassing a high mountain, the front suddenly opened up.

It seems to be a big road ahead, and the mountain peaks on both sides are very far apart, and the narrowest place is three miles, and the widest place is more than ten miles, and you can see it at a glance.

Fang Yun saw that in the air four miles ahead, there was a stone the size of a human head floating.

At first glance, this stone looks like the rocks of the Red Black Mountain, and it is unnoticeable on the ground, but it is very strange in mid-air.

Fang Yun nodded slightly, this stone was the Holy Qi Mass, because the Holy Qi Group would turn into various forms.

However, Fang Yun's joy only lasted for a moment.

Seven miles away from the stone, two huge gray wolves appeared, as strong as a hill.

The two huge gray wolves were surrounded by a fierce wind, as if a thundercloud storm would form in the next moment.

Alone in the Great Demon King.

The new Great Demon King, the Great Demon King of Divine Appearance, the Great Demon King of Shan Yu, the Great Demon King of Khan, the Great Khan and the Emperor correspond to the realm of Confucianism's self-cultivation, the realm of Qi family, the realm of governing the country, the realm of the peaceful world, Wenzong and the writer.

The Great Demon King of the Two Heads and Three Realms!

After a breath, Fang Dong turned around and fled.

When the two Great Demon Kings of the Three Realms saw Fang Yun, they were all stunned, and the moment Fang Yun fled, their faces showed ecstasy.

"It's Fang Yun!"

"He's still a scholar!"

"Saints' favor! Kill him, and get the reward of the saints of the demon world, and we will become half-saints!"

The two Great Demon Kings of the Three Realms looked crazy, and they didn't even look at the holy qi group, and rushed straight towards Fang Yun.

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