Cultivating truth is a heavy mountain, with clear layers and conformism.

Acquaintance with faces is not divided by age, but by cultivation as the realm of generation.

Before tearing his face, Fang Mu can call the old demon his predecessor, and after tearing his face, he can scold him for being old and immortal, and he can do anything, but he can't talk about it as a peer anyway.

For this, even if it is a boy who has just stepped into the door of cultivation, he also knows the etiquette.

"No...... That's impossible! ”

The old demon's eyes bulged out, and he said hoarsely: "Even if you can hide your cultivation, your divine sense can't be faked, you are definitely not a primordial baby!" ”

What he thought, Fang Mu didn't care at all.

"You are not qualified to bargain with Fang, if you want to live longer, then take the money to buy your life!"

Fang Mu was indifferent, now the enemy is fish and meat, and I am a sword, so what is there to fear.

Righteousness? Softhearted?

If the identities were reversed, the old demon would only be more powerful and bullying than him, and Fang Mu would also use his brains to use the other party to get out of trouble at all costs, and then strangle him here.

"Arrogance! You are just a Qi Refining, and you deserve to talk to this seat like this! ”

"Damn little beast, this seat's 10,000-year plan is ruined, and this seat will break your body into 10,000 pieces!!"

When the old demon said this, he had completely lost his mind.

He never believed that he could spend money to buy his life, and at this point of despair, he knew that he had no hope of survival!

"I didn't expect you to have a lot of backbone." Fang Mu couldn't help but shake his head and sighed.

It seems that this benefit is not reaped.

But if you think about it carefully, I'm afraid that the old demon in front of me doesn't have anything left for what he needs, and the demon clan doesn't like exercises and magic weapons, and the only thing that can be seen is the spirit stone.

And those spirit stones that were used for sacrifice by the Qingfeng Gate were also used by him.

The rest of them, and some of them went into their pockets......

"Hahahaha!!"

In vain, the old demon, who had the potential to die and break the net, laughed fiercely: "Although this seat is planted under the hands of your little beast today, so what, that adult will come to this land sooner or later, and you can't run away!" ”

Hearing this, Fang Mu frowned slightly.

The Lord?

From these words, he heard that it seemed that there was something else hidden back then, and it was not as simple as guessing.

Fang Mu shook his head, his eyes were full of pity, and said lightly: "The spiritual realm is as strong as a cloud, and the fragile Nanling in your eyes is at best just a projectile land. ”

"You know what! Spiritual Realm? Amusing! ”

The old demon sneered again and again, vaguely crazy, and roared: "Under the rule of that adult's Great Dao, no one can stop it!" ”

Fang Mu's face did not change, and his expression was indifferent.

Spiritual Realm?

Even if what he said was true, what if there was a big change in this spiritual realm, he had never been a person from this land.

"Then you can stay in this mountain and see if the lord you speak of will come to save you from the great array."

Fang Mu showed a mocking smile, and his divine sense gradually weakened.

"Little brute don't want to leave!!"

The old demon's eyes flashed with an unquenchable anger, and the majestic and amazing demonic aura swept away.

Under Fang Mu's perception, the old demon turned into a demonic Jin Yue True Toad, opening the bottomless Golden Toad's mouth, and bursts of vortices led to divine consciousness.

"Want to swallow my sense? Make up for it with this? Dream! ”

Without thinking, Fang Mu sped up the technique of pinching, and the starlight of the divine consciousness body dispersed.

This cave, he can't come as soon as he wants, but he can leave when he wants!

No one can keep him!

Although this divine consciousness body is a pseudo-divine consciousness that is temporarily patched together, and does not possess any supernatural powers, it cannot be allowed to be devoured by the other party in vain, so as not to spend some time and energy in the future to cultivate and breathe.

"Divine consciousness back to the body? Damn little brute, how much do you know about the secret art of the High Realm? ”

"Damn!!"

The old demon could only watch as Fang Mu's divine consciousness, which was almost swallowed in his belly, dissipated into this cave under his uncontrollable nose.

Gone.

"This seat...... Hate!! ”

"No, there's still a chance...... The Lord...... Adult ......"

"Why...... ...... has not appeared"

"Do you really abandon us...... No, it won't be, and when that adult descends into the spiritual realm, no one will want to escape! ”

The toad old demon spat out people's words, demonic and evil: "Fang ...... Shepherd!! ”

From that big mouth, he roared heavily, as if he wanted to put this name deep into his heart and hatred!

……

……

But in a few breaths, the vicissitudes of life.

Forcibly drawing inferior divine consciousness out of the body was already a risky thing, not to mention, such actions were not under Fang Mu's control.

Therefore, the return of consciousness to the body alone takes an innumerable number of days and nights.

The sunset rises and falls, day and night alternate one after another, the sky and the earth are white, like jade one after another, ushering in the first snow of late winter.

"This year's Wushan, there are many plum blossoms, red like fire, red like warm winter sunset."

The old man stepped through the snow and stood at the foot of the mountain, raising his white eyebrows.

He swept away the snow traces on the mountaineering road and sighed: "This year's blood has surged too much, and it is about to stain this mountain red." ”

On the side of the old man, a middle-aged man was absent-minded, frowning and said, "At the time of the life and death of the sect, can the hall master still have this leisure and elegance to enjoy this little plum scene?" ”

The white-haired old man shook his head and smiled: "Chen Feng's heart is too impetuous. ”

After a short silence, the two tacitly looked at the top of the mountain again.

"I haven't woken up yet......"

"With all due respect, this son has been out of his soul for nearly three months, and there is no sign of awakening, I'm afraid it's ......"

The peak master surnamed Chen hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but shake his head and said, "I'm afraid that the wood is already in the boat, and there is no way to return to the sky." ”

The old man was silent for a long time, his expression complicated: "God is jealous of talents......"

It has been almost three months since the trip to Wushan.

At first, the name Fang Mu would still be talked about, and the matter of Wushan climbing to the top was mentioned in the mouth of Nanling people and became a topic of conversation after tea and dinner.

But all the younger generations who have climbed the mountain have more or less benefited from it.

The cultivation speed of the top ones has risen sharply, and the strong ones who are unsatisfactory have more or less stained light, and they are not empty-handed.

Only Fang Mu, since the moment of the opportunity of Wushan Legend, has never moved half a minute.

Some people do not give up, standing at the foot of the mountain and waiting.

There are also people who are so angry that they are unwilling to leave.

There are also people who hope that he will have the opportunity to rush to the sky and rush to the top of the Tianjiao list in one fell swoop, and hope that he will die on the mountain and never walk down the mountain again.

Gradually, it dispersed one after another.

Ye Xingyu, who was awe-inspiring with murderous intent, returned home in humiliation with the sword of the broken Dao heart.

Yun Yuan, who was full of hatred, was scolded by Yun Changsheng and left with hatred.

Qingfengmen's disciple, Meng Qian......

From beginning to end, the inconspicuous figure at the summit is the entire early winter, from warm days to snow.

"Little girl, after tomorrow, the old man will no longer be able to take care of it, you ...... Still not leaving? Old man Zhuge shouted softly.

Lord Chen Feng's expression was heavy, his thoughts were no longer here, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He knew very well that after tomorrow, the entire Qingfeng Gate would probably have to be buried with him, and he could only fight to the death all the way, and he could not retreat.

Take a step back and fall into the abyss.

Ten steps back, sooner or later, you will be cut down and eradicated, and you will bear the shameful reputation of defection and become the laughing stock of the world.

"Please go back!"

On the mountain, meditating beside Fang Mu, Xia Xu, who was not leaving an inch, responded coldly towards the bottom of the mountain.

Old Man Zhuge nodded and turned around.

He turned his back to Wushan, blew his beard and glared: "If he still has a glimmer of life, tell the old man that although there is no relationship between master and apprentice, this stinky boy's crooked way of mercenary will have to be changed!" ”

After that, the old man picked up the snow road and strode away, and his back was a little sad.

"Wait a minute!"

Xia Yan suddenly opened his eyes and stopped him with a loud voice.

Zhuge Song never paused, and the figure that had already been covered by snowflakes gradually drifted away and gradually dissipated in this mountain forest.

"Old man! You're a good guy! ”

Xia Yan, who was as cold as frost, rarely shouted.

Zhuge Song, who was a few miles away, was stunned, stroked his white beard, and under the incomprehensible gaze of Lord Chen Feng, the old man showed a toothless grin, happy as a child.

"It's not big, it's not small!"