Chapter 5 Finding a Way Out The ghast River seems to have no end, meandering eastward, sometimes narrow, sometimes wide, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow.

In order to resist the hurricane array, Fang Ling cast an instantaneous prevention and kill, which consumed a lot of physical energy, and in order to expel the ghast, Jin Dan continued to extract mana, causing his body to be exhausted, and he could only accumulate a trace of strength.

The reason for the appearance of the ghast river here is very simple, originally this thing was unique to the underworld, but back then, the army of the southern ghost domain had invaded the cultivation realm and captured a lot of territory, so this ghast river is estimated to flow through this place along the gap between the two worlds.

I don't know how many days and nights passed, Fang Ling finally had a little strength, he struggled to swim from the river to the shore, and after touching the ground, he lay flat on the rough gravel floor, breathed the air in a big gulp, and then laughed.

Bai Wenhai pushed himself into danger nine times out of ten, but he survived, there is nothing more fortunate than this, how can he be worthy of this escape without laughing three times.

After laughing, Fang Ling crossed his legs, concentrated, and the constantly derived qi began to slowly heal his body, but this time it was really not lightly injured, the power of Bai Wenhai's magic weapon was quite strong, even if it was a hundred or so punches, he also suffered thirty percent of internal injuries.

Coupled with the wind knife in the hurricane behind, not only cutting the body, but also making the internal injuries directly aggravated to ninety percent, if ordinary people don't know how many times they have died.

Half a day passed, Fang Ling's internal injuries were only healed, but he didn't have time to wait any longer, looking up at the sky, the vast white mist was dense and thick, I don't know if it was day or night, roughly calculated, it had been at least five days since he was knocked down from the Immortal Mountain.

In five days, too many things have happened, and the most important thing is whether Bai Wenhai will hype up his own affairs after the demonization, if so, then I don't know how troublesome things will be.

He thought about it carefully, and felt that this probability should be extremely small, although no one knew about Bai Wenhai's conspiracy, but since he had the identity of the chief administrator, his every move must take into account the reputation of the Changfeng Sect, not to mention, there were two other chief managers.

If a demon pretends to be a disciple of this sect, and he also wins the first place in the alchemy conference in full view of everyone, this kind of thing will not be a good thing for the Changfeng Sect, which is currently being suppressed by the Mochizuki Sect.

So this matter should not be hyped up at least for the time being, but what he is most worried about is whether Fang Xiande will be informed about it.

For this imperial uncle, Fang Ling still trusts him, this person is calm and steady, and he is also quite wise, if he wants to pretend to be back in this game and expose Bai Wenhai's face, he must also get Fang Xiande's help, otherwise he will be fighting alone, which is extremely disadvantageous.

However, no matter what, he had to take this step forward, thinking about it this way, Fang Ling already had a preliminary plan.

It is very dangerous to go directly to the Changfeng Sect to contact Fang Xiande, God knows how wide Bai Wenhai's ears and eyes are, once someone finds out his whereabouts, it will be a bad thing, so he must first find a neutral sect.

The wind was gusting under the abyss, and there was not a single grass growing, and there was not even a sign of life, only the river of ghasts that passed by and the terrible ghasts that kept rising from the river.