"It's the seventh time, more than the first place ever. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" witnessed the historical moment, and a smart monk shouted excitedly.

"I suddenly thought of a question, this person in the middle of the Underworld Mountain should be the eight or nine-year-old kid we chased before!"

"Eh, how is it possible, to be able to come and go freely in the middle of the Underworld, at least the cultivation of the eighth layer of Bigu! Can he break the record again and reach the eighth layer of Bigu before Bigu is ten years old?"

"Think about it just now, that eighth-layer master of Bigu only asked us about that kid, and then let us wait for the rolling mist. ”

The five Agility Periods were silent for a while, and one of them, the Sixth Layer of Agility, suddenly spoke. "Have you heard about the rumors for the past two months?"

"You mean Sister Fan was killed by the spirit?"

The agile sixth floor looked at the grove behind him and whispered. "The eighth floor of Bigu, who was talking to us just now, I just remembered that it seems to be Sister Fan's former confidant, and the other is also under Brother Li on Nanjie. ”

The eyes of the others widened. "No, then we really want to intercept that kid before, and it's not too bad and lucky!"

"That's not bad luck. That's definitely death, we're now forced by a few eight layers of Bigu, and we can't run away if we want to, so we can only pray that they can successfully kill that kid!"

The five Spiritual Stage Cultivators suddenly smiled bitterly.

At this moment, the eighth gloomy fog rolled up.

At this moment, there is still more than half an hour until midnight.

Recognizing that their own safety is tied to the first line, the five smarts have no desire to talk, and they look at the Underworld Mountain, counting the moments that have been recorded in the history of Fantasy Mountain.

For the ninth time, it reached an all-time high.

For the tenth time, people who surpassed history and achieved the highest, but did not cheer for it.

The eleventh, the twelfth ....

In half an hour, the sun will rise from the east, and the fog of the Netherworld Mountain will be dozens of times thicker, and it will be the time for Fang Yuan to come out.

And a quarter of an hour before the sun came out, the fog was overcast and swelled for the twenty-first time.

It had already exceeded the all-time high by more than twice the time, and the five spirit monks were numb, and the nerves of the four Bigu and the eighth layer were tensed.

Not to mention the lucky hair of the Fortune Treasure on Fang Yuan's body, the twenty-one ten-year spirit branches he got alone were worth one or two hundred thousand, and the ninth layer of Bigu would be thrilled when he saw it!

As the minutes ticked by, the sun revealed its brilliant brilliance.

The twenty-second roll of the middle section of the Underworld.

"It's the twenty-second time, he's coming out! "Brother Xu's aura is hidden to the limit, and so are the other three.

The five periods of agility are also recovering from numbness to tension, and the fateful moment is coming.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes.

The sun rose an inch, two inches, three inches.

The fog on the Underworld Mountain is getting thicker and thicker.

The emotions of several people became more and more tense, and their nerves were tense to the extreme.

When the sun fully emerges from the top of the mountain, the fog of the mountain reaches the point where you can't see your fingers.

At such a time, Fang Yuan... Still hasn't come out.

"What's going on? Could it be that at the last moment, he missed, and fell inside?"

"I guess he knew there was an ambush, so he just moved in the fog and ran down the hill from somewhere else. ”

"Possibly!"

The four Bigu and the eighth layer also had such speculations, and immediately discussed countermeasures.

As a result, the five agility periods were dispersed, and the four valley and eight layers were also dispersed, expanding the scope of search and waiting.

A few more minutes passed, and there was still no news from Fang Yuan.

A few agile movements complained bitterly, and the five of them were scattered, and they obviously didn't have the slightest chance of surviving for the upper circle, and those few Bigu Eighth Layers didn't take their lives seriously at all.

When the sun rose a quarter of an hour later, Fang Yuan's news still didn't come out.

But at this moment, the terrified guard of the north on the fifth floor saw something that shocked him, and his soul trembled.

The Underworld Mountain, which had already lost its fingers, was rolling up again.

He could only think of one thing, and that was Fang Yuan, in the dense mist dozens of times denser during the day, when he couldn't see his five fingers, and the nine layers of the spirit sense of Bigu couldn't detect a zhang away, he was still looking for the spirit branch. And... It worked.

For the first time ever, a Wraito Branch had been found during the day.

It is rumored that there is a master of foundation building, because of a little urgency, he entered the Netherworld Mountain during the day and never came out again, how can this not make him tremble.

He wanted to shout, but he kept his mouth shut, because he didn't want to be an enemy of such a person, and he wanted to leave this terrible place as soon as possible.

Therefore, he did not tell what he saw to the eighth-layer monks of Bigu who were guarding in other directions.

Half an hour apart, the fog in the north rolled again. The smart monks I saw were all old fritters, and after being horrified, they buried them in the bottom of their hearts.

Finally, the four eight-layer Bigu moved towards the entrance unwillingly, and they decided to stay at the only safe entrance and exit, and the thoughts in their hearts were the same as the monks surnamed Shan, waiting for the rabbit.

The five Agile Monks were let go, and they fled as quickly as if they had been pardoned, with an indelible object and an indelible figure in their hearts.

In the mist, where he couldn't see his five fingers, Fang Yuan was indeed still searching for the Wraith Branch.

But it's not in the middle of the Underworld, it's at the bottom.

He relied on the spiritual consciousness that saw five feet away.

Shenjing Ice has been used every day, and two or three months have passed, and the effect has gradually been revealed.

In the fog, it can probe farther, and even in the daytime, you can see five feet away.

During the day, when the fog was thick, Fang Yuan found that the ghosts would unconsciously become dense, and they would kill one after a few steps, and occasionally they could see the ghosts in the middle at the bottom level.

Once entangled by the ghosts, the wandering ghosts will gather more and more, and the more ghosts gather, the more distant ghosts will be attracted to come, forming a cycle of death.

Therefore, being able to kill the ghost in time from a distance, Fang Yuan could walk safely in the Netherworld Mountain during the day.

There were more ghosts, and the number of ghosts carrying the ghost branch was much denser, and after just starting to adapt to the yin fog of the day, Fang Yuan's speed of obtaining the ghost branch had accelerated a lot.

The faces of the four Bigu monks guarding the passage became more and more gloomy as time passed.

Until night falls again, their faces are so dark that they can blend in with the environment.

In the end, he went to search near the Underworld Mountain for a period of time, and finally returned to the inner world after no result.

As for Fang Yuan, he planned to walk around the Underworld Mountain and take more of the Underworld Spirit Branches at one time.