After Fang He left the ancestral house that had been reduced to ashes, he followed the guidance of the map he had received earlier and headed down the mountain.

It is said that this Jinghong Mountain is actually the western boundary demarcated by Fang Yan Holy Ancestor to the Dayan Holy Land, but there is only one city guarding the border around the huge boundary around this Jinghong Mountain, just because there is an endless abyss behind Jinghong Mountain, forming a natural barrier.

Fengcheng is the only city around this Jinghong Mountain, about 3,000 miles away. Fang He was also heading towards Fengcheng at this time, if he wanted to cure his eyes, he had to look for a master of medical skills, of course, it was also to find out the news, where there were many people, the news was naturally more well-informed, as long as there were clues, it would not be like a headless fly scurrying around like now.

In fact, Fang He was very clear about the process of his blindness, and he also took a lot of spirit fruits, but there was no effect, although he was used to seeing the world without his eyes these days, but there were still many inconveniences, such as not being able to perceive colors, in Fang He's spiritual perception, the world with colorful origins was only gray.

A day passed quietly, and at this time, Fang He had only walked less than one-fifth of the way, and there were still more than two thousand miles away from Fengcheng! Although it is down the mountain, the forest in the mountain is dense, and occasionally encountering one or two pedestrians, it is like seeing a ghost, and Fang He is afraid to avoid it.

For more than a month, Jinghong Mountain has never regained its former calmness, putting aside the white mist that permeates the abyss, the legendary terror has often appeared, and it happened to be encountered by Fang He at this time!

Fang He saw that it was getting late, and originally planned to find a thick tree and climb the branches as a resting place, but when the sun went down, the surrounding scene suddenly became weird.

The trees around Fang He all disappeared in an instant, replaced by the pitch black that could not be seen in the five fingers, obviously the trees in his hand were also nowhere to be seen under Fang He's touch, as if they had never appeared, and there were bursts of whimpering and hissing in his ears, which couldn't help but make people's scalp tingle, that is, Fang He could still stand still slightly, if he cultivated a little lower or was a mortal who had never cultivated, he might have already shouted at this moment.

Fang He was trying to perceive the darkness around him with his almost perverted spiritual power at this time, trying to find the source of the whimper and hissing from the darkness, after all, he was a person who had seen some scenes of the Ancient Tribulation, the current scene did not make Fang He's heart fluctuate in the slightest, the ancient sword was in his hand, and the momentum of the demon's retreat unconsciously spread.

Throughout the night, in Fang He's half-stop mental scanning, he didn't find a single clue in the dark, except for the whimpering and hissing that continued, he didn't "see" the legendary horror thing, which had to make Fang He a little puzzled.

Soon, the day dawned, the darkness faded, and everything around them returned to normal, except for a faint layer of mist that added a touch of haze to the forest.

All night, because Fang He completely released his spiritual power, he already felt a little drowsy at this time, that is, Fang He's spiritual power was extremely strong, if he was someone else, let alone a whole night, even if he was a strong person above the Dan Realm, there were only a handful of people who could last for two or three hours. Of course, Fang He didn't know about these things at the moment, and even for a long time, Fang He thought that the cultivators in the world were no different from himself.