Fang Mu frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Lu Dongbin looked up and took a closer look, and said with a smile: "I want to ...... We're here. ”

The round stone slab was put away by Lu Dongbin, and he directly took out his long sword and waved it lightly at the dark environment.

The darkness around them faded like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, it became a clear and cloudless sky.

But under the clear sky, it was like a hellish scene.

Everywhere there were remnants of the defeated army, and not one of them was unwounded.

Fang Mu looked around and had an idea in his heart.

These should all come down from that so-called battlefield, if they can attack themselves......

Fang Mu smiled in his heart, and suddenly felt that this trip was a little worth it.

After you get the truth you want, you can find a way to harvest these leeks.

Lu Dongbin frowned, suddenly saw a person, and walked up: "Erlang Zhenjun, you also came down?"

When Fang Mu heard Lu Dongbin's words, he looked over and found that a tall man was standing in the middle of the field, constantly busy, taking care of these wounded.

This man was wearing a suit of silver armor, and his whole body exuded a sense of heroism.

The most surprising thing is that the man is carrying a three-pointed two-edged knife behind his back.

Fang Mu looked at this man, especially the eyes on the man's forehead, and couldn't help but shake his head.

This is the famous Erlang Zhenjun, but his third eye now has a problem, and his flesh and blood are blurred.

Erlang Zhenjun smiled bitterly and said: "Pure Yang, the situation is very bad, the saints have fallen. ”

Lu Dongbin sighed and said, "I don't know which saint fell, it's a huge pain for me. ”

"Heavenly Sage. Erlang Zhenjun smiled bitterly and said: "On the battlefield, the Tongtian Sage set up the Zhuxian Sword Formation, but it was plotted by the other party and has fallen. ”

Fang Mu listened beside him, his heart beating wildly.

The Heavenly Sage has fallen? This is not scientific.

The legendary saint with the strongest combat power, the existence of the four saints who can fight the four saints with the Zhuxian Sword Formation, actually fell?

"The enemies they face are at least saint-level people. ”

Fang Mu thought secretly in his heart.

At this time, Erlang Zhenjun and the two had not continued to speak, and there was a sudden huge change in their surroundings.

I saw that in the originally clear and cloudless sky, a light rain suddenly fell, and at the same time, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a breathing momentum slowly began to spread.

This momentum was extremely powerful, which made Fang Mu feel a lot of pressure.

At this time, the rain in the sky began to change color.

The originally transparent rain turned blood-colored, and the entire space was shrouded in blood-colored rain.

"The sky weeps blood, the saint falls, welcome the saint!"

Erlang Zhenjun suddenly shouted loudly, and then fell to his knees.

The rest of the remnants of the soldiers also stood up and bowed down one after another, regardless of their pain.

Lu Dongbin also knelt on the ground, revealing a respectful expression.

They all knelt on the ground spontaneously, without feeling forced.

Only Fang Mu did not kneel, straightened his waist and looked at the sky.

In the sky, a large black hole suddenly appeared, and then a figure descended from the sky.

At first, this figure was far away, and it was not clear what it looked like, but as the figure slowly fell, Fang Mu saw the appearance of this figure clearly.

This figure was handsome and extraordinary, wearing a Taoist robe, and carrying four long swords glowing with a dazzling light behind his back.

However, at this time, this person's eyes were closed, and there was no trace of blood on his face, and there was no breath of life.

After the appearance of the Tongtian Saint, boundless murderous aura surged out.

This murderous aura came to the ground, and the whole space suddenly crumbled, and under the invasion of the murderous aura, the entire space had a feeling of collapse.

Not far away, a spiderweb-like crack appeared, and under the effect of murderous aura, it really began to crumble.

Erlang Zhenjun raised his head and said: "The saint is above, and we are the ones who retreat from the battlefield." ”

When he said this, Erlang Zhenjun had the mentality of letting the corpse of the Tongtian Saint retract his murderous aura, but he miscalculated.

The saint's corpse did not retract its murderous aura, but instead condensed into one point and stabbed directly towards Fang Mu's side.

Fang Mu was shocked, only to feel that under the murderous aura, he had nothing to hide.

The terrifying killing intent made Fang Mu feel cold, and before he could even feel anything, he lost focus in front of him.

However, a clear sound came from his head, which made him ecstatic before he lost consciousness.

"Ding, attacked by a resentful spirit, +1000 resentment. ”

"Rich, but it's a pity for that group of aliens......"

This was Fang Mu's last thought before he lost consciousness.

......

In the living room, when Fang Mu woke up, he found that he had returned to the sofa in the living room.

"Coming back? It looks like the dream is over. ”

Is there any mistake, I came back so soon, and I just saw the most important time, and suddenly it was gone.

Fang Mu felt very speechless, this kind of thing is to say lightly when he was watching TV, and the power suddenly went off when the plot was exciting.

To put it more seriously, they have all been taken off, grinded, rubbed, and almost when they suddenly find that there is a problem on the other side.

Who can withstand this......

Fang Mu poured himself a glass of water to suppress his shock, and then looked at the bloody gun next to him.

Inside the bloody spear, Nanli turned into a ray of light and came out of it, looking a little scared.

Fang Mu's eyes froze, and he said, "You also feel it, did you also go in with me?"

Nan Li's eyes rolled, looking like a monkey spirit, but after seeing Fang Mu's oppressive gaze and knowing that Fang Mu was serious, she simply nodded.

Fang Mu asked again, "So...... Where did you go when you got in?"

He urged countless times in his dreams, but Nan Li didn't answer, making Fang Mu think that Nan Li hadn't come in.

Nanli stretched out his hand, slowly pointed to Fang Mu's chest, and said seriously: "In your heart." ”

Fang Mu said equally seriously: "Really?"

Nanli nodded and said, "It's very chaotic inside, there are a lot of thoughts, they ...... It's messy. ”

Thoughts?

Fang Mu couldn't understand what Nan Li said for a while, and he was a little confused.

Nanli withdrew his hand, took a sip of happy water, and wondered, "I don't understand." ”

Well, Nan Li couldn't figure it out to himself, and Fang Mu also gave up the idea of continuing to ask.

Fang Mu pondered for a moment, things were indeed getting more and more unbelievable, even the saints had fallen, and there was a lot of things involved.

However, at least for now, it seems that it is still far from Fang Mu.

Fang Mu didn't think about it anymore, but turned his attention to this harvest.

The harvest of this dream can be described as full, with a total income of 1,440 grievances.

So many grievances were enough for Fang Mu to have a huge boost.

However, in terms of promotion, Fang Mu felt that he had to think about it.