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Fang Sheng was brushing the identification technique alone, and there were many people everywhere on the road.

Even though a large number of cultivators had gathered in the first three layers, there were still a large number of people who rushed down early.

Not every cultivator was interested in the ninth chamber behind him and in the Divine Rune Heavenly Language.

Although people die for wealth and birds die for food, there are still many mavericks among cultivators in this world. They will not be easily tempted by other people's things, nor will they want to wait for an opportunity to snatch some treasure because others have obtained it.

Having this group of people rushing to the front to clear the obstacles for him is undoubtedly just right for him, a person who just wants to brush up on identification.

Most of these people have their own principles, can exercise self-denial and prudence, and naturally can far surpass others in their spiritual practice.

He could see that there was one in front of him.

"Another sword kills. ”

Fang Sheng sighed lightly and glanced at a long-dead Earth Walking Soft-limbed Demon Worm in front of him.

This kind of earth-walking demon insect is extremely fast, and its weakness is hidden between the limbs, and it is hidden and abnormal. Even if an ordinary cultivator could kill this kind of demonic insect, he was afraid that he would not be able to find the weakness. And this person, almost all of them go straight to the point with a sword.

Not only that, but along the way, he had already seen the corpses of countless evil demons.

Demon spiders, earth snakes, humans, and even demonic demon plants, almost all of them are killed with a sword, and they are never redundant.

Obviously, before he came down, the other party had already killed all the way down.

And the killing is effortless.

Could it be someone from the Danxia Sect?

Fang Sheng's eyes were a little more vigilant, and he couldn't help but glance forward again.

He walked straight all the way in the direction of the gradient of the color of the four-colored soul, and naturally followed the path of the Danxia Sect.

This kind of four-color soul grassland is already very easy to grow, and it is even more so when it comes to the underground palace.

Starting from the eighth layer of the dungeon, the concentration of soul power below was almost several times that of the upper layers, and the soul grass began to gradually alienate, as if it had become a vine, and it seemed to extend everywhere along the place where the soul power was strong.

As long as you pay a little attention and follow the direction of the color gradient, it is natural that the only way is right.

He knew the terrain of the entire labyrinth, and he took the same correct path, but he invisibly walked the same path as the other party. The other party swept all the way in front, and he followed all the way behind, which saved trouble and effort.

He brushed and walked, gently and skillfully, and followed all the way to the tenth floor, and there were only a handful of monsters encountered on the way.

As for the person who snatched the crystal particles before, he was not worried at all.

He knew very well in his heart that even if the other party collected more crystal particles, without the big crystal in his hand, it would probably only be in vain in the end. So he wasn't worried at all and let the other party continue to collect.

Even, he was a little expecting the other party to collect all the crystal particles in the entire twelve-layer dungeon.

Then, completely merge with the piece in his hand.

Fang Sheng casually glanced at it, determined the direction, and brushed it up again along the tree path identification technique.

Eleventh floor not far away.

The dungeon was dark, and there was a bonfire lit on the ground, and a group of people gathered around it.

One of them, a young man in white, sat on the side with his eyes closed, his breath was long and slow, as if he didn't need to breathe several times a day. If it weren't for the ruddy blood on his face, he was afraid that he would give people the illusion that the old monk had passed away and died.

Suddenly, the young man opened his eyes, and then glanced in the direction of the tenth floor.

"What, Senior Brother Lu. ”

She is a girl who speaks, and she has been sitting next to her, with a beautiful face, but the outline gives people an exotic profundity.

"Someone is coming. When the young man finished speaking, his eyelids were closed, and he said no more.

"Who?"

The girl glanced at it a few times, looked at it for a long time and didn't see the reason, and then had to give up.

"Senior sister, Senior Brother Lu said that someone was coming, so naturally someone came. A man next to him smiled.

"These people have all run to stare at Fang Sheng, but it is rare for someone to be able to reach this eleventh floor. Another humane.

The girl sighed lightly and said, "That Fang Sheng didn't know what was going on, he directly took nine famous sword tablets before he started. Otherwise, with Senior Brother Lu's strength, I am afraid that we have already won the ninth stele, and we may have entered the innermost part of the ninth secret room by now......"

"Senior sister. The young man interrupted with a sudden opening of his eyes.

"Oh. ”

The girl lowered her head, knowing that she was almost talking too much.

"Everyone has his own personal blessings, he can stay in his name on it, naturally he has his chances, you and I don't have to envy. Besides, even if he didn't leave his name on the ninth tablet, I am afraid that it would be difficult for me to do it. ”

The young man said lightly, as if he was not shocked, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and after speaking, he closed his eyes again and stared.

Soon, a person on the side noticed that someone was coming over and said, "Senior Brother Lu is really right. ”

As soon as the girl turned around, she also saw that a person in the distance had slowly walked over, it was Fang Sheng.

Fang Sheng frowned, and as he walked, he carefully looked at the few people on the side of the campfire.

He has already cultivated a lot now, and it is already different from the past, and his body has been tempered by the second order of the life master, and his senses are far beyond ordinary people. Even if the girl was just complaining casually now, he could hear it clearly from a distance.

The innermost part of the ninth chamber?

Fang Sheng was alert.

Between him and Bei Beibei entered, no one had ever entered the ninth chamber.

In other words, only Bei Beibei and him knew that there was another door and another space inside.

Now, don't talk about the girl in front of you, I'm afraid that there are other people who also know about it.

"It seems that Senior Brother is really right, as long as someone can perceive the secrets of these Soul Grass, they will be able to find the right route. The girl glanced at Fang Sheng and said with a wry smile: "He is a soul master who followed us and ran here directly, I don't know if we hurt him?"

"What Senior Sister Wen Yin said is that with his cultivation, if he goes further......"

"If it weren't for Senior Brother Lu sweeping all the way ahead, he would probably not have been able to get here as a soul master. Another person next to him sighed, "If something happens to him in front, I'm afraid it will really be counted on our heads." ”

It turned out to be him.

Fang Sheng noticed the young man by the bonfire at a glance.

At a glance, he already knew that the person who had been shooting in front of him must be this young man.

The moment he got closer, he had already lost one of his identification techniques.

"Lu Jianli, a disciple of Yuezhou Xianle Fang, the seventh order of the realm of the life master, 58% ...... of the dragon"

Fairy Place?

The people of Yuezhou came to participate in the famous sword competition in Qingzhou?

Fang Sheng thought slightly.

Yuezhou naturally knows that the border with Qingzhou is obviously much larger than Qingzhou. Moreover, there are many different races in Yuezhou, known as the "land of a hundred tribes", and the cultivators are even more complicated, and their strength is significantly stronger than that of Qingzhou.

This can be seen from the battle of famous swords.

In recent years, Qingzhou has only produced a "famous sword" of a rain division, but Yuezhou has it every time.

The disciples of the sect who came out of the land of the hundred clans were obviously extraordinary.

Fang Sheng's eyes tightened, and he couldn't help but look at the other party intently again.

The other party is really weird, sitting there as if the monk has already passed away, and the soul power breath of the whole body is even more absent. If it weren't for his identification perception, I was afraid that he would still think that the other party was just an ordinary person.

I see.

Fang Sheng faintly seemed to sense something.

When ordinary cultivators are not fighting, their soul power is almost completely left alone. The other party is completely opposite, not only controlling the soul power, but also completely condensing all the soul power together, moving slowly along the body.

There is no doubt that this is a special means of soul power control.

This kind of extremely condensed soul power, if it were replaced by someone else, would only be unnoticed.

It's just that in the eyes of identification and perception, the light emitted is extremely conspicuous, not only can he see it clearly, but even all the trajectories, where to start and where to end, the whole cycle process can be seen clearly!

This...... It can't be the secret technique of Xianle Fang's cultivation, right?

The more Fang Sheng looked at it, the more he felt that it was wonderful, and as for what it was for, he probably had to experience it himself to know.

"Little brother, the road ahead is no better than you, I'm afraid it's very dangerous for you, so you should come first. ”

In the crowd, one person made a kind invitation.