This time, Fang Zheng could clearly feel the direction of the sound coming from and the direction of the space he was in. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Judging from the detection of the power of divine consciousness, the space here is more like a cage.

When the mysterious dagger was inserted into Fang Zheng's Yin Hall, Fang Zheng could feel a steady stream of power surging out of his body.

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Fang Zheng laughed in the darkness, as if he was laughing at this vain attempt to manipulate his voice again.

The inky dagger flashed and slashed twice at his side.

"Elder, Elder, it's not good, the dream Gu is backlashing, and the founder has woken up ahead of schedule!"

"What? How is this possible? The earliest Dream Gu attribute needs to be asleep three times, and he has only experienced it twice, how can he awaken so early?"

In a large hall, a Taoist boy knelt in front of a white-bearded old man, who was leisurely sipping tea, and after listening to the boy's words, he almost squirted out a mouthful of tea.

When Fang Zheng walked out of that space with an inky dagger in hand, he finally saw a different scene.

This is a large hall, there are not many people in the hall, and before he can take two steps, an old man appears in front of him.

"Yes, yes, I woke up early, Fang Zheng, you made me wait for a long time!" the white-haired old man looked at Fang Zheng and said.

"Wait for me?" Fang Zheng looked at the old man with some confusion.

"Well, I'll help you wake up!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he raised his palm, and a white light flashed towards him, and then Fang Zheng felt dizzy and fainted again.

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When Fang Zheng opened his eyes in a daze, there was something more in his mind.

The place where he is in is called Xianmen.

There is a magic weapon in the Immortal Gate, called the Dream Gu Palace, and the disciples in this hall can travel to various worlds to experience, but the only thing that can be obtained is experience.

But what puzzled Fang Zheng was that his cultivation was still reserved, and even the people of Xianmen couldn't tell these things.

And Fang Zheng, he doesn't recognize this immortal sect, there is a real immortal sect, and he cultivates his disciples as Gu? If he really dies in the other world, the body here will also die.

At the same time, his inky dagger is his biggest secret, which must not be discovered, and he must hide it well.

And after waking up, he understood that his cultivation was nothing at all for this vast immortal sect, and even he could only be regarded as a disciple of the outer sect!

This is the real high-level plane, thinking of this, Fang Zheng can't help but start to wonder if his Dao Sect exercises have been passed down in this plane.

"There is a time to inquire whether there is a sect of Taoism in this plane. Fang Zheng thought in his heart.

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But those are still a little far away for the current Founder.

The current Fang Zheng can or fall into a dilemma, two different methods, one is the ability or cultivation of the Taoist sect, and the other is the ability or cultivation of the immortal sect. Those who can or cultivate can't see the light because of their mysterious and domineering ways, so they can only practice secretly, and those who can see the light can't refrain from practicing because they don't feel the existence of qi. Fang Zheng is really embarrassed now, and he doesn't know how to make a decision.

If Fang Zheng decided to cultivate the Heavenly Passage Technique given by the Immortal Gate, then he would have to spend time to feel the existence of Qi, which would take a long time, a year, or two years, which Fang Zheng was unwilling to bear.

If Fang Zheng decided to come up with the Dao Sect Recipe in his mind, he didn't know what the result would be from his cultivation, because this Dao Sect Recipe was overbearing and mysterious, it seemed to be an ordinary specially tailored for Fang Zheng, once Fang Zheng decided to inherit and cultivate, once he was created, he might be disposed of as an evil demon crooked path, which Fang Zheng was unwilling to face.

"Alas! This matter is really tangled! If you cultivate the Heavenly Passage Technique, you will have to waste a year to feel the existence of that air current! Alas... What's more, I'm naturally qualified, I don't have so much time to waste, so I'd better just go and cultivate this Dao Sect Technique! If it is actually a Buddha, I don't have to come out when the Dao Sect Technique I have cultivated is not life-threatening. Fang Zheng sighed, thinking that his qualifications were not good, and he didn't have so much time to waste, he couldn't help but pat his thigh.

As soon as Fang Zheng made a decision, he didn't look at the Dao Sect Recipe that day, but concentrated on running the Dao Sect Recipe in his body, starting his day's cultivation. Cultivating this sect recipe has an air flow in his body, so he should stick to it and make that air flow stronger. Time was flying, Fang Zheng was immersed in cultivation, completely forgetting the passage of time, one time, two times passed quietly like this!

"Gollum, Gollum, Gollum......" Fang Zheng didn't eat, so he immersed himself in cultivation, only to feel a gurgling sound in his stomach, and Fang Zheng woke up from his cultivation.

"Ahh As soon as Fang Zheng woke up from his meditation cultivation, he rubbed his somewhat shriveled stomach, and then couldn't help but muttered to himself. As soon as Fang Zheng's self-talk fell, Fang Zheng stood up on the stone bed. As soon as Fang Zheng stood up, he changed the blue-gray Taoist robe of the outer disciple of the Xianmen in the package! Now Fang Zheng thought that he was an outer disciple of the Xianmen, and he was casually wearing other clothes to enter and leave the Xianmen! Fang Zheng was going to the dining hall of the Xianmen to eat, so he changed into the outer clothes of the Xianmen.

Fang Zheng changed into the outer door clothes of the fairy gate, dressed in a blue-gray robe, tied the waist card that proved his identity to his waist, and then went out of the stone room where he lived out of the refining stone room, and a touch of the sun shone on the top of Fang Zheng's head, no one knows; Before the ghost knew it, it was noon! It was time to eat lunch! As soon as he opened the canteen of the main hall of the outer gate of the Xianmen, Fang Zheng took out his waist card, proved his identity, and received a lunch from the uncle in the canteen. Fang Zheng raised his eyes and looked around, trying to find an open space where no one was there to eat! It was noon, and it was the peak of the outer disciples' meals, and the entire cafeteria was overcrowded, and the long rows of tables in the dining hall were all full, so there was basically no open space to speak of. It's not the right time for Fang Zheng to come, and now it's at the peak of dining, and it's hard to find open space.

The costumes of the outer disciples of the Xianmen are all uniform blue-gray, and when they look around, there are people crowded, and those who come to eat in the dining hall are in threes, threes, twos, and twos, and there are only three or three people who come to eat, and none of them are known to Fang Zheng, so Fang Zheng is naturally embarrassed to come forward and squeeze with people!