However, before Fan Chuan could react, his own consciousness began to force the river, and Fan Chuan could even clearly feel that the water of the river was quite turbulent, and he felt the piercing river more obviously, but for some reason, his own consciousness had been crossing rapidly.

However, before he could wait for a moment, he had crossed to the middle of the river in his consciousness, and Fan Chuan felt the momentum in the river, but he still continued to move forward, but just when he was about to go ashore and touch the towering mountain, he clearly felt that there was something in the river.

Turning around suddenly, he saw a three-headed monster snake swimming in the river, the speed of the three-headed monster snake was very fast, and because the river water was relatively clear, Fan Chuan's divine sense could clearly see that the three-headed monster snake was dancing.

There was no kindness to the comer, and Fan Chuan's divine consciousness stepped onto the river bank with one foot, ready to stay away from the turbulent current, but unfortunately the three-headed strange snake also climbed ashore, twisting its strange body, swinging in a panicked posture, and slowly approaching Fan Chuan's divine consciousness, Fan Chuan's divine consciousness could even be heard clearly, due to the friction of the strange snake's body, the scales made a piercing strange sound, and there was a bad smell in the air.

Fan Chuan no longer blindly fled, so he had to step forward, ready to draw out the immortal qi to fight with him, but the strangest place is here, Fan Chuan's divine sense can't extract any immortal qi, and the physical signs of the body are similar to mortals, not to mention how to use immortal magic to kill demons.

Fan Chuan couldn't explain this strange phenomenon, let alone where the immortal qi in his body went, his first thought was to escape, but just after Fan Chuan turned around and ran for nearly a quarter of an hour, he turned around and saw that the three-headed monster snake was still behind him, and it was separated by two or three zhang distance, always neither advancing nor retreating, always following, and Fan Chuan noticed that the towering mountain in front of him was still the same as he saw from the riverbank.

After thinking hard, Fan Chuan turned around and wanted to find out, only to notice that he had never left the riverbank, and that he was running just now, but he was actually just standing still, without any progress at all, which made Fan Chuan start to panic a little.

The divine consciousness began to ponder, presumably after killing this three-headed monster snake before he could climb the mountain, Fan Chuan even wanted to withdraw his divine consciousness several times, so he didn't want to continue to cultivate like this, but I don't know why, Fan Chuan's autonomous consciousness couldn't control the divine consciousness, and although it was hard work, the control of the divine consciousness has always been difficult to grasp.

In desperation, Fan Chuan's divine consciousness had to slowly turn away, staring at the three-headed monster snake in front of him, only to see that the three-headed monster snake at this moment was bare with two sharp teeth, and even blood flowed from its fangs, and its body was even more behemoth, with blue-gray scales completely wrapping the entire body, looking a little majestic.

After waiting for a while, a vision appeared, and just when Fan Chuan's divine sense was still hesitating, the three-headed monster snake actually took the initiative to attack, and with an incomparable battle intent, it bit fiercely towards the divine sense.

Fan Chuan's divine consciousness was exclaimed, and he was busy dodging, but even if he dodged in time, he was inevitably swept away by the tail of the three-headed monster snake, and his divine consciousness was like a small grass, rippling in the wind and falling on a piece of rubble.

Fan Chuan didn't know why, his divine consciousness was injured, but he could clearly feel the pain, this feeling was something Fan Chuan had never had before, several times, Fan Chuan's divine consciousness was also angered, and he began to take the initiative to fight back against the three-headed monster snake, but every counterattack could not get a useful effect, and Fan Chuan's divine consciousness began to wilt a little.

However, for Fan Chuan's body, he wanted to withdraw his divine consciousness earlier, but his divine consciousness was already out of control, and he was still fighting back bravely, constantly fighting back.

One after another, Fan Chuan's divine sense seemed to notice a detail, although the three-headed monster snake was still insisting on a fierce attack, but its body had been protecting a position, that is, the seven inches of its body, no matter how strange it attacked, but its seven inches had always been in contact with the ground, and it was never exposed.

The so-called beating the snake and hitting the seven inches is actually its heart.

Fan Chuan's divine consciousness began to be touched, and he flickered, although there was no assistance from the immortal qi, but the divine consciousness still came to the seven inches of the three-headed monster snake at a relatively fast speed.

The three-headed monster snake seemed to sense the clue, so it began to raise its head, quickly moved its body, trying to get rid of the control of its divine consciousness at its seven inches, but Fan Chuan's divine consciousness had already focused on the specific location, and before it could move its body, it bent down and picked up a sharp stone on the river bank, and stabbed it fiercely at its seven inches.

"Ahh......h

I heard a roar from the illusion, and then I saw the three-headed monster snake move its body, swaying with difficulty and swimming into the river, and then quickly disappeared into the river.

Fan Chuan's divine sense naturally didn't chase after him, but just took a breath and turned to look at the towering mountain.

The consciousness clearly conveyed the idea, as if it wanted to climb to the top of this high mountain.

Fan Chuan's body was no longer able to control the movements of the divine consciousness, so he could only let the divine consciousness start to hike and climb, but without the assistance of the immortal qi, there would still be a few falls at first, but the divine consciousness was extremely firm, and it seemed that he had to reach the top.

After being familiar with the steepness of the mountain, the movements of the divine consciousness were relatively proficient, and Fan Chuan's body no longer imposed control, allowing the divine consciousness to climb the rock quickly, during which he did not encounter any more tribulations, and the climbing road seemed to be safe, but the consumption of time made Fan Chuan still worried.

Fan Chuan's body naturally knows that he will go to the West Palace early tomorrow morning, but although the climbing speed of this divine sense is fast, the appearance of the mountain peak is still unimpressed, and if it goes on like this, Fan Chuan is afraid that it will delay the time to go on the expedition.

As time passed, Fan Chuan became more and more worried, one hour, two hours, three hours, four hours, five hours, and soon, the night would pass like this.

Fan Chuan's body began to move involuntarily, but the climb of the divine consciousness continued, but the gratifying thing is that the divine consciousness actually saw the top of the mountain, almost within reach, and Fan Chuan's body endured it again, and the gratifying thing is that the divine consciousness finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

Fan Chuan estimated the time, it was almost dawn now, and the time to go to the West Palace was imminent, so Fan Chuan wanted to manipulate the divine consciousness to return to the body, so as to end this strange cultivation path.

However, the divine consciousness seemed to have nothing to do, and he actually stayed on the top of the mountain, and he had no ability to control Fan Chuan at all, so Fan Chuan began to get anxious.

However, in desperation, Fan Chuan could not quickly regain control, but it just so happened that at this time, there was a knock on the door of Wanqing Pavilion with a knock of "dong dong dong".

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

There was a constant knock on the door.

Fan Chuan noticed that whenever the knock on the door sounded, the divine consciousness at the top of the mountain would tremble, and Fan Chuan's own control over it had more power, so Fan Chuan couldn't wait for the knock to continue, faster.

"Knock knock" As the knock fell, there was still the sound of someone talking.

"Shaojun, Shaojun, it's time to wake up, all the immortals have been assembled, just waiting for you......"

"Shaojun, are you in there, everyone is waiting for you!"

After these two successive words, Fan Chuan only felt that his divine consciousness suddenly disappeared, and Fan Chuan's body was even more like a demon, and he fell backwards abruptly, slamming on the ground of Wanqing Pavilion.

When Fan Chuan woke up again, the knocking outside the door was still continuing, and the shouting was still continuing, and Fan Chuan could hear from the shouting that it was Xiao Xiang's voice.

Fan Chuan did not reply to Xiao Xiang immediately, but looked at his own condition, and unconsciously, his forehead was already soaked with beads of sweat, although his divine consciousness was completely withdrawn, but Fan Chuan felt as if his own body had experienced such an experience, and the fatigue was indeed difficult to ignore.

After a while, the knocking on the door continued, and Fan Chuan was afraid that Xiao Xiang would worry, so he slowly stood up, exhaled deeply, walked to the door, and opened the door.

Just opened the main door of Wanqing Pavilion, Xiao Xiang was almost shaken down because he was leaning on the main door, and after he stood still, he hurriedly observed Fan Chuan, and at the same time said eagerly: "Shaojun, what are you doing here? Why did it take so long to open the door? The immortals have already assembled!"

Fan Chuan waved his hand a little out of breath and said, "Hey, I'm really sorry, I'm ...... I was thinking about it last night, who knows......"

However, before Fan Chuan's words were finished, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door of Wanqing Pavilion, Fan Chuan and Xiao Xiang looked at each other, only to see Qingmo rushing towards Wanqing Pavilion at a faster pace.

Almost instantly, Qingmo came to the Wanqing Pavilion, and the first sentence he said was the same as Xiao Xiang, and he said eagerly: "Shaojun, what are you doing?

At this moment, Qingmo is wearing a silver armor, a pair of jade-embellished boots under his feet, and above his head, he is wearing a fluttering tasseled battle helmet, which is no less majestic than many male immortals, and the long sword in his hand is even more daunting.

Fan Chuan also replied apologetically: "Sister Qingmo, I'm really sorry, I'm ...... I felt the realm last night, and before I knew it, I ......"

Qingmo was surprised: "You are cultivating?"

Fan Chuan nodded a little guiltily.

Qingmo didn't say much, and then took out the immortal qi and immersed it in Fan Chuan's body, and then saw his expression change from anxious just now to shock, extreme shock.

Then I only heard him use a trembling tone and said slowly: "You...... It took you one night to ...... Actually cultivated to the realm of floating immortals? This ...... How is this possible!"......

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