"Hehe, I'm afraid, then you can run."

Even with a strong body, cracks began to appear on the soles of Fang Yuan's feet, and he walked alone, holding the Ten Thousand Thunder Heaven Pilot Mirror in his hand.

He couldn't hold it anymore, Fang Yuan didn't know how many days and nights he had walked, he still counted at first, but his sober memory stayed at ninety-seven.

Fang Yuan walked for a full ninety-seven days, and after that, he didn't know how long and how far he had walked, and he finally fell down tiredly.

In a trance, he seemed to see people descending from the sky, and birds and beasts circling.

Severely injured and weak, he had no strength, he couldn't even say a word, just glanced at it, and fell asleep.

"Senior brother, you see that this young man is not fat, but he was very heavy when I carried him over just now."

"Alright, alright, I'm annoying. This kid was naked, and let Senior Sister Tian see it. ”

"Hehe, senior brother, what are you afraid of, it's not Senior Sister Tian who was looked at by him."

"Anyway, it can't be, it stains my sister's eyes."

"Okay, senior brother, let's go out first, he ate Master's Pure Spirit Replenishment and Qi Dispersion, and he will almost wake up after resting."

……

Fang Yuan was in a daze, and heard someone talking, and then the voice was far away. He had already fallen into a coma, but now there was a sense of coolness in his body.

He tried to open his eyes, and there were beams in his eyes, and he got up slightly to look at the room. The furnishings are antique, and the round tables and stools are like the era before they were sealed.

The pain in his body gradually disappeared, but the hunger that followed made him dizzy, and combined with the weakness, he now wanted to devour the blood food.

I don't know when I put on a set of clothes, and it fits well, but the style is also ancient.

He thought that he might have traveled through time and space before, but now it seems that the possibility is a little greater, the terrain, houses, and clothes are not like the new era in Yixi's memory, but a bit like ancient China.

Fang Yuan walked around the room, and found nothing to eat, he pushed open the door and walked out.

The sunlight is a little dazzling, but the eyes are lush everywhere, the ears are full of birds and flowers, and the breath of air is refreshing, and it is obvious that it is not the ghost place he first came here.

Fang Yuan looked here, although he was hungry and weak, his perception was still sensitive, and the surrounding environment was quickly mastered by him.

There was a voice in the distance, and he thought about walking there, passing rows of rooms like the one he had just owned, but there was no one on the way.

Fang Yuan walked through here and came to a small square, only to see that there were more than twenty people on it, all of them were young people with hair tiars on their heads, wearing clothes similar to their own.

What made Fang Yuan even more concerned was that they were all holding swords in their hands, and they were practicing well, and some were playing in the corner, and they were still playing Go.

"What are you doing?!"

A shout sounded behind him, Fang Yuan's previous thinking was engrossed, and he didn't even notice it for a while when he was tired.

However, he reacted quickly, deliberately shivered, pretended to be scared, and slowly turned around.

In front of him was a middle-aged man, dressed in ancient costume, with a more complex style than those young people and his own, with a one-foot-long beard and a stiff face with edges and corners.

His gaze was majestic, and at first glance, he was a person with status in this place, and Fang Yuan felt the extremely vigorous blood qi in his body, which made him think of the cultivators of the earth.

"I ...... My stomach is ...... Hungry. ”

Fang Yuan deliberately hesitated, pretending not to dare to look at him directly, showing weakness was one of the truths he had understood after being sealed for a thousand years.

The middle-aged man was very angry, and said with a gloomy face: "Why are you here hungry, besides, how can you be a new disciple here?!" ”

At this moment, two young men walked over from the square, and they came to the middle-aged man and saluted respectfully.

One of them, whose face was slightly pale and thin, said, "Uncle He, this person is not a disciple of this sect, and when Master and we came back from passing by the Demon Plain in the morning, we saw him fainting and fell to the ground, so we brought him back. ”

The middle-aged man who was called "Uncle He" looked at Fang Yuan and muttered, "Demon Plain? ”

Fang Yuan restrained the aura of the blood clan, as the oldest and noblest bloodline of the blood clan, he inherited the physique of the four great ancestors who were half like gods and demons and half like people.

Coupled with his caution and his acting skills accumulated over thousands of years, he is no different from an ordinary human ten-year-old boy at this moment.

"What are you doing there?"

When Uncle He heard the Demon Plain, Fang Yuan became interested, and there was a more stringent interrogation in his words.

Fang Yuan was going to pretend to be like this, he raised his head suspiciously: "Demon Plain, what kind of place is that?" ”

Just as Fang Yuan was thinking about how to get out, the cranes roared in unison in the sky above the square, and a middle-aged man with three long strands of hair in front of him, wearing a purple and gold crown, and a face like a crown of jade, slowly floated down.

All the young people in the square bent down and saluted, and said in unison: "Meet the master." ”

That "Senior Uncle He" also bent down slightly, hugged his fists and said, "See Senior Brother in Charge." ”

The head of everyone's mouth walked over to this side, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother He, everyone is exempt from courtesy. ”

"I've seen the boss."

When the head of the sect approached, Fang Yuan also bowed down in style, no matter what, he definitely couldn't put on the shelf of the blood clan overlord now.

"How do you feel when you wake up?"

The head asked Fang Yuan with a smile, his appearance was very friendly, but Fang Yuan did not relax in the slightest, this person's aura was even stronger than that surnamed He.

Fang Yuan said, "I'm hungry. ”

I am seriously injured now, and my strength cannot be recovered, so everything must be careful. In particular, none of them here are ordinary people, I'm afraid they are all so-called cultivators.

"Ziyu, take him to eat something, and then come to the main hall to find me."

The white-faced disciple stepped forward and said, "Yes, Master." ”

Then he turned to Fang Yuan and said, "Little brother, come with me." ”

After Fang Yuan thanked him, he followed Ziyu all the way back to his previous residence, and then went around to a place close to the back mountain, where the kitchen was.

Since it was not the time to eat, there were only some pickles such as porridge and bamboo shoots, and Fang Yuan pretended to gobble them up.

In fact, what he craves most now is to suck blood, although food can also fill his stomach and quench his hunger, but blood is the tonic that makes him recover quickly.

But now that he came to this place, Fang Yuan didn't dare to move, he hadn't figured out the situation yet. Especially now that he is "powerless", he has to recuperate slowly.

After eating a full meal, Ziyu took Fang Yuan to the main hall, and Ziyu's words were covered all the way.

"Brother Ziyu, thank you so much for saving me, where is this? With such a beautiful scenery, it seems to be a fairyland, you can't be immortals, right? ”

Obviously, the words "fairyland" and "immortal" hit Ziyu's words, and his face showed a little pride in holding back.

Ziyu said: "This is the Qingyang Sect, the fairyland dare not say, but this Qingyang Mountain Range is also a blessed land with several caves in the Eastern Continent. As for the immortals, it is the unremitting pursuit of my generation of immortal cultivators. ”

When Fang Yuan heard this, sure enough, this was really an immortal cultivation sect. Qingyang Mountain Range, whether it was before he was sealed, or Yixi's thousand-year-old memory, there was no such place.

"It's amazing, is this called Donglu? Are there many people cultivating immortals and asking? ”

Fang Yuan continued to ask, he was a little anxious, and even the praise seemed a little perfunctory.

When Ziyu heard this, he looked at Fang Yuan with a somewhat unnatural face, and said, "Where are you from, I don't know Donglu?" ”

He continued: "Cultivating Immortals is the pursuit of all the people in the entire Tian Yuan Continent, although the qualifications are all one in a million, but the number of people and sects are quite a lot. Just like the Eastern Continent, there must be hundreds or thousands of them, large and small, and there are some scattered cultivators. ”

Fang Yuan gasped, he had come to a world of immortal cultivators, there were actually so many cultivators!

If this is like the one on the earth, suppressing the blood clan one by one "jealous and hateful", you really have to be careful.