When Zhang Fanyang decided to leave, he remembered that the second old man had never told him the specific way out of the valley until he died.

Thinking that the two of them might be sitting in the sky now and proudly watching him being put together by them again, Zhang Fanyang couldn't help but roll his eyes at the sky.

Although he really wanted to find the apple tree back then, he was knocked out by the two ancestors at that time, and he didn't know which direction it was.

However, the two ancestors said that this is a valley, so no matter which direction you go, you will always hit the wall.

After thinking about it like this, Zhang Fanyang simply took off his shoes and threw them into the sky, and went all the way in the direction where the toes of his shoes landed.

After walking in the valley for less than two days, I finally saw the end of the road before sunset the next day.

And fortunately, the cliff here is only three or four meters high, and it looks like it is easy to climb.

The desire for modern society made Zhang Fanyang want to climb directly in one go, but when he walked to the edge of the cliff and only glanced up, his white sweat instantly soaked his clothes.

At this time, there was still a faint mist floating on the cliff.

But this time, in the mist, there were not only cyan arms, but all kinds of "people".

They are called human because they all have the appearance of human beings, but the faces that are blue in the white and black in the blue are definitely not living people at first glance.

They were crowded in front of the cliff one by one, staring at Zhang Fanyang under the cliff with blood-red eyes. Some of them also stretched out their purple-red tongues from time to time to lick them around their mouths, and they wanted to enjoy him as a snack.

Zhang Fanyang swallowed his saliva, thinking that he had been waiting for three years anyway, and no matter how anxious he was, it would not be bad for this night.

It's better to wait for the daytime when the yang energy is heavier before leaving, and by the way, review Puyangzi's strange book.

After making up his mind, Zhang Fanyang lit a campfire and opened the legendary "divine book" again.

When the two ancestors left him something, he was really grateful. But when he got the book, he finally understood the meaning of the words of the monk Shikong:

This book was written by Pu Yangzi himself, and the content is much more detailed than the one Zhang Fanyang got from the secret room.

The first chapter of the book is his unique mental formula, the second chapter is a detailed explanation of some demons and exorcisms, and the third chapter is written about the role of various charms and detailed drawings, but in the fourth chapter, the original serious style of painting began to deviate.

According to Puyangzi's page annotation, the fourth chapter was originally going to write about the refining method of pills, but the herbs drawn were twisted and smeared, and I don't know how many pages have been torn off.

When I turned to the last page of this book, I found that there was simply a line of big characters written there: This Dao Ye can't draw it, you can understand it yourself! ……

When he first saw this line of words, Zhang Fanyang's mind instantly made up Pu Yangzi's expression of a paper ball full of ink on the table, and finally dropped the book angrily. He immediately laughed and lay on the ground, until a thunder from the sky hit him through the roof, and he forced himself to restrain his laughter.

This book will be taken out again, Zhang Fanyang will not laugh so exaggeratedly, but gently caress the cover of the book, looking like a treasure.

The next morning, seeing that the sun was already close to the middle of the sky, Zhang Fanyang lowered the demon pestle in one hand and the peachwood sword in the other, and ran the protective qi before stepping into the territory of the ghost fog again.

Since it was close to noon, the fog in the forest was obviously much lighter, but some places with dense branches and leaves were still ghostly, and countless blood-red eyes showed endless greed as Zhang Fanyang moved, but he didn't dare to make a mistake at will because of the powerful aura emanating from his body.

Just when Zhang Fanyang thought that he would be able to walk out of the ghost fog without bloodshed, he suddenly felt that the temperature around him plummeted, and the ghost qi instantly skyrocketed dozens or even hundreds of times.

In the blink of an eye, countless ghosts and claws surged towards Zhang Fanyang from all directions.

"I'll wipe it, didn't I say that it's very yang at noon, and the ghosts don't dare to show up? What the hell is this? ”

Zhang Fanyang kept cursing in his mouth, and his hands didn't stop for a moment, dancing the two magic weapons in his hand so tightly that countless ghosts were broken into pieces and disappeared without a trace with only one cry.

However, the good tiger couldn't stand the wolves, and after a while, Zhang Fanyang was a little physically exhausted, so he let a few high-flying ghosts get closer, and he actually let him hang up his color through the gang.

Seeing this, the ghosts and monsters instantly became excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and with a sharp ghost roar, they attacked Zhang Fanyang even more frantically.

"Numb! You have to force Lao Tzu to use a big move! ”

Zhang Fanyang cursed, urging his internal force to do his best to drum up the protective qi, instantly shaking the swarming ghosts out of the mountains.

Then he crossed his hands and hung the two magic weapons on his waist, and then took out a green rune paper from his waist bag, pinched it between the two fingers of his right hand, and made a thunder spell, but the spell was not pronounced for a long time.

Pu Yangzi left him not much rune paper, only a small dozen.

Although he can also draw now, it takes too much spiritual power and financial resources to draw talismans, and with his penniless loss now, it is estimated that he has no money to buy materials when the talisman paper runs out.

Is it really necessary to waste such a precious thing for a group of ghosts?

But this thought only lasted in his brain for a second, and the next second he was frightened by the sudden large-scale approaching ghosts, and shouted: "Rub! Isn't it okay for Lao Tzu to use it! Thunder Spell! Go! ”

As soon as Zhang Fanyang shouted, the rune paper in his hand turned into a green light and flew into the sky, followed by countless purple thunderbolts falling from the sky like sharp swords.

For a while, Zhang Fanyang's surroundings seemed to be thrown countless flashbangs, shaking his eyes tightly, and he could only hear countless wails mixed with thunder, which shook his eardrums. But as the eye of the formation, he didn't dare to move a step, otherwise he would have to join the luxurious package of thunder fire barbecue.

As the rune paper floating in the air burned out, the thunder spell was gradually coming to an end, and when the last thunder fell, Zhang Fanyang quickly pulled out a green talisman from his waist bag and posed again to release the spell.

The thunder just now had already split most of the ghosts, but there were still too many ghosts around him to count. But this time, they were all four or five meters away from him, and they didn't dare to take a step forward.

Zhang Fanyang didn't dare to stand up straight, so he could only maintain the posture of casting a spell at any time, and while walking with a horse, he slowly moved in the direction of the forest in the posture of a crab.

But he had only moved a few meters, and the surrounding ghosts suddenly looked at the sky collectively, and then they all scattered in a hurry and all found a place with dense shade to hide.

Zhang Fanyang looked around with a confused expression, not understanding what was going on at all. I don't know if I want to take back this posture, I am afraid that they will repeat their old tricks again, and they will pounce on him and catch him off guard.

Zhang Fanyang was so worried that he kept the crab style, and walked a few times before he walked out of the range of the ghost fog.

Along the way, the attitude of the ghosts and monsters towards him also changed from fear at the beginning, to the expression of looking at the second fool later, and some even shook their heads and showed a look of regret.

Although he was despised by a group of powerful ghosts, Zhang Fanyang was still very happy in his heart.

I thought of how embarrassed I was when I fled three years ago.

Now that he has a body of exercises, he fought so beautifully in the first battle of his life again, although the posture is not very good-looking, but he can't deny the fact that life has been opened.

As soon as he thought of this, the corners of Zhang Fanyang's mouth turned up, turned around and knelt down, and bowed down again in the direction of the two masters' bones, before he walked forward again in the sympathetic gaze of a forest of fierce ghosts.

It is estimated that in their hearts, Zhang Fanyang's move is kneeling to thank them for their grace of not killing.

By the time Zhang Fanyang found a place where there were people, it was already ninety o'clock in the evening.

Although the modernization of the countryside is not inferior to that of the city, they are accustomed to the sunrise and sunset routine, so most of the people in the village have turned off the lights to rest, and the whole village is quiet, except for the occasional dog barking or two.

Zhang Fanyang was tired and hungry, and his legs were already sore because of the previous crab style and continuous running. Now he just wants to find a shelter from the wind and rain, eat some dry food and take a nap.

Although there are many people in this village, I am really embarrassed to disturb them in the middle of the night, and finally found a small courtyard overgrown and dilapidated in the easternmost part of the village, and planned to go in and spend the night.

Zhang Fanyang turned to the gate, and found that there were seven or eight big locks on the dilapidated courtyard gate, and seeing that the main gate could not enter, he planned to climb over the wall.

Who knew that he had just jumped onto the wall, but a white light suddenly shone behind him, and then his waist was pressed against a stick, and someone shouted: "Who are you?" What for? ”