Thinking of this, Song Ziming hurriedly handed over the map of Penglai Immortal Island to Ouyang Lan, and said cautiously: "Senior, this is the original map of Penglai Immortal Island, I don't know if it's true." ”

Ouyang Lan took the map in Song Ziming's hand, looked at it carefully, and said, "The map is real." Holding the map, Ouyang Lan said to Yao Ziqing again: "Although the map is true, the heritage of Penglai Immortal Island is profound, and it is not something that can be shaken by one person, let's hurry up and help Brother Fang." ”

After Yao Ziqing threw Song Ziming a jade plate to enter the formation gate, she stepped on the sword with Ouyang Lan and left.

Fang Wenqing came to the main hall of Penglai Immortal Island very smoothly, but when he swept in, he found that it was a gray patch inside, and his mind couldn't sweep it in at all, could it be that the formation of the forbidden idea could not be completed? When he thought of that Mo Xinghe, wasn't he just a formation master?

He put away his thoughts, kicked open the door of the main hall, and when he reached the middle, he saw that there was only one person in the main hall, and this person sat quietly on the main seat, motionless. Seeing such an abnormal situation in front of him, Fang Wenqing immediately became alert.

Just when he was at a loss, a loud shout came: "What a bold man, he dares to murder Tianxiang, the leader of my Penglai Immortal Alliance." Following this voice, more than a dozen old men flew in from outside the door of the main hall and surrounded Fang Wenqing.

Fang Wenqing gasped, more than a dozen old men turned out to be all cultivators in the late stage and peak of Jindan, all of them had a deep true yuan, their breath was not chaotic at all, and they were quite restrained. Especially the old man who spoke, there was a purple mist lingering on his body, and his cultivation was even more unfathomable.

"Deputy Alliance Leader Qiu, don't talk nonsense with this kind of villain, our Penglai Immortal League is not something that anyone can bully if they want to." One of the eagle-eyed old men said coldly.

If Fang Wenqing didn't understand that he was framed at this time, then he would be a pig. Thinking about it, this Zhang Tianxiang was already the target of murder by most of these people, and he did not do it because of some forces or interests. Thinking that he is the person these people are waiting for, it seems that there is no problem with the map that Song Ziming obtained, but it is obvious that he was being used.

Fang Wenqing was just about to speak, when the eagle-eyed old man waved his hand, and a huge Shu Dan net fell from the sky, Fang Wenqing was shocked, and couldn't help but shout, "Shu Dan Net?" "How many spiritual threads do you need for such a large bundle of Dan nets? That's a lot of money. At the same time, one by one, the magic weapons were sacrificed and smashed towards Fang Wenqing, obviously not giving Fang Wenqing any chance to explain.

Fang Wenqing hadn't yet slashed out the Mind Knife, and the rounds of Thought Knife had already slashed towards him. In the face of such a powerful opponent, Fang Wenqing did not dare to slack off, the Mind Needle immediately came out, entangled the coming Wheel Mind Knife, and his own Mind Knife split the side of the huge bundle of Dan nets, he didn't have time to retract his thoughts, stepped on the Liuyun Sword, flew up from the split opening, and flew towards the entrance of the main hall.

At this time, a mace attacked instantly, he only felt a pain in his back, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and scolded in his heart, his grandmother's was still hit.

In his mind, it seemed to be a mace or something, and he hit his back hard, and there were bursts of heat and pain in his back, but he didn't have time to eat Qi Gathering Pills, and he tried his best to escape with the Liuyun Sword.

More than a dozen masters at the peak of Jindan were in hot pursuit, not giving Fang Wenqing the slightest respite. Qiu Changtian couldn't help but be unwilling, such a thoughtful plan, the fatal blow of the master of the entire Penglai Immortal Alliance, actually let Fang Wenqing escape.

In this way, it seems that the rumor that he killed seven Jindan monks by himself seems to be true. After decades of careful planning, if it weren't for his scruples about Zhang Tianhe, the Supreme Elder who was in retreat on Penglai Immortal Island, and for fear of arousing the disgust of other sects, why would he have been so twisted and turned, and just killed Zhang Tianxiang directly.

As long as he kills Fang Wenqing, his prestige will surpass that of any previous alliance leader, and it will be difficult for him to become an alliance leader at that time. Thinking of this, he held a folding fan in his hand and shook it hard, speeding up even more.

Fang Wenqing just wanted to run for his life, running around in any direction, when he saw a large area of the ocean, he had an idea, in such a place, it should be easy to find an uninhabited island, so he slowly lowered the altitude of his flight, and finally found a verdant place in the vast sea. Without thinking about it, he plunged headlong into the verdant island.

As soon as he stepped on the island, a burst of salty air greeted him, and he didn't have time to look at the surrounding scenery, so he quickly opened his mind, and when he swept to a hole in a dense reed, he hurriedly stepped on his sword and flew away, startling flocks of water birds that inhabited it.

Fang Wenqing sat in the pit, the protective shield formed by the two ancient coins completely enveloped the hole, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and after swallowing several Qi Gathering Pills and Xianling Pills, he slowly operated the true qi in his body, and the true qi flowed in the meridians, staying in his back for a long time, slowly moisturizing the injured back meridians. At this time, he regretted it very much, he had known this, he had already forced Xue Yuhu to refine a few furnaces of healing pills, even if he asked Yao Ziqing for peach blossom beauty cream before.

More than a dozen masters of the peak of Jindan have already spread their thoughts, covering the entire island, after searching for it a few times, they have never found Fang Wenqing, the eagle-eyed old man sighed, and said: "Deputy Alliance Master Qiu, this thief will definitely prohibit the formation of ideas, we might as well look for it separately, once we find it, immediately send a signal to the Immortal Alliance." ”

Qiu Changtian nodded in agreement. So more than a dozen masters of the late stage of Jindan and the peak acted separately, holding their magic weapons and began to search carefully. Of course, these are hundred-year-old monsters, everyone thinks that Fang Wenqing must have a secret on his body, he has reached the cultivation of the late stage of Jindan at such a young age, and killing a monk in the middle stage of Jindan is like cutting a melon, not that Fang Wenqing is so powerful in their eyes, any of them take it out, and killing a monk in the middle stage of Jindan is just a trick. However, how old Fang Wenqing is and how many years of cultivation he has cultivated, so each of them has a plan in their hearts, and they must force out the secret on his body before killing Fang Wenqing.

After a few hours of recuperation, Fang Wenqing finally recovered, but he didn't dare to put away the ancient money, instead he threw out a wine gourd to help the ancient money maintain the status quo. He looked at this pit, and when he was running his True Qi here just now, he felt that his body was unconsciously absorbing some black thunder sources, which he thought was his hallucination. However, when he looked closely at the pothole, he found that the pothole was actually formed by lightning strikes, and there were some small messy rocks on the edge of the pothole. Hey, when Fang Wenqing grabbed a few small stones, streams of spiritual energy poured into his body, he quickly closed his eyes, and suddenly felt extremely comfortable, his true qi was even more surging than before, but unfortunately, these small stones were too small to withstand the absorption of his dantian.

When Fang Wenqing's hand couldn't touch any stones, he opened his eyes and looked at the crater that was struck by lightning, and the trace of thunder source that had been hit into the ground was absorbed by him unconsciously, he didn't understand what was going on, but he didn't feel any harm to his body, on the contrary, with the inflow of the thunder source, the meridians were partially expanded. After absorbing all the thunder sources, he felt that his cultivation in the later stage of Jindan was more stable.

He was overjoyed in his heart, it was really a blessing for him to lose his horse, if he hadn't been besieged, how could he have come to this island, and there was such an unexpected gain in escaping his life.

Just as he was excited, a flock of waterfowl flew up again in the distance, shaking the verdant reeds. Fang Wenqing didn't dare to open his mind, once he opened it, with those dozen or so old monsters at the peak of Jindan, he would definitely find himself as soon as possible.

He sacrificed his sword and the knife rose into the air, and gradually, through the gap in the reeds, he saw a vague figure walking towards him. As he approached the pit, the figure stopped, and one after another whip shadows attacked him, striking the two ancient coins with a crisp chirp. The two ancient coins obviously couldn't withstand this energy, and they rolled to the ground along with the wine gourd.

Fang Wenqing was shocked, it was not that he had not fought with the master of the peak of Jindan, wasn't that Mo Xinghe the peak of Jindan? Could it be because he majored in formation and didn't have strong attack power? Thinking of this, he was already relieved, isn't Yao Ziqing the late stage of Jindan? Fighting is obviously not good. It seems that this Jindan peak master who came this time is indeed genuine.

While Fang Wenqing was thinking, a series of sharp whip shadows swept over again, and at the same time, an old voice came, "Come out, little thief, don't be fearless resistance, otherwise the old man has ten thousand means to make you survive and not die." ”

Fang Wenqing leaped up from the pit, and one after another swords slashed towards the whip shadow that swept over, and the sneering friction sound once again startled the waterfowl that had just landed in the distance, and flew up in flocks again, almost covering most of the sky.

What appeared in front of Fang Wenqing's eyes was an old man at the peak of Jindan, dressed in a gray robe, with white hair fluttering, like an immortal, and the long whip magic weapon and the Liuyun Sword were facing each other in the air. Seeing Fang Wenqing, the old man snorted and said, "The old man is Wu Limao, the cave master of the Lingshan Cave, hurry up and hand over your things, the old man can make you die happily before the others come." ”

Fang Wenqing smiled and said, "Old horseman, since my Wenqing came down the mountain, I haven't been afraid of anyone once, if you want something on me, let the horse come." ”

When Wu Limao heard this, he was immediately extremely angry, as the Lingshan Cave of the Penglai Immortal League, how to say that it is also a first-class sect, and he is also the supreme existence of the peak of Jindan, where he goes, he is not hugging each other, shouting one by one, today, this milky thief actually called himself an old horseman, how could he not be like thunder.