Hearing the voice of the nonsense man, Fang Yan's heart tightened, the time was too short, but in a few days, his current situation was even a little worse than when he forcibly suppressed the injury before, how to fight with people in such a situation, Fang Yan didn't think that the person who came would live in peace with him, in this kind of place, when he encountered a seriously injured person, there were few people in the entire cultivation world who would not be moved, even if he completely restrained the aura of the star burial robe, he would not let anyone extinguish the speculation that he had a powerful magic weapon on his body.

In an instant, Fang Yan flashed many thoughts, and in desperation, he could only shake his head, and then a dodge escaped out of the Sen Ran Scroll, when he noticed the monk's breath not far behind him, and there was a trace of formation fluctuations, at this time, Fang Yan realized where he was wrong, not only did he have such a means as formation runes, and the monk behind him was obviously also a master of formations, perhaps not as effective as his own formation runes, but it was also much faster than the two distracted mid-stage monks he had met before.

With such fluctuations, I am afraid that it will not take a hundred or ten breaths to see the figure, and it will not take long to catch up with him, Fang Yan immediately retracted his divine sense, and shouted at Hu Daoren: "Go, let's go in." "I don't want to fight with the monks, the only choice is to enter the portal, fortunately, although the power of this large array is strong, there is no sign of anyone urging along the way, I think that after the big array is the cave, there should be no talent, according to the usual practice, such a large array of defenses after the place, there is still a formation, except for a very small number of such as the secret realm of the sect, it should also be such as the spirit gathering array and other auxiliary cultivation formations.

"Tongues, your situation is not good. The nonsense man, who was immediately aware of the situation in the dialect, immediately spoke, and there was a lot of worry in his tone.

"I know, let's go in first. Fang Yan shook his head and said, once again forcibly suppressed the churning qi and blood injuries in his body, and after urging the defensive exercises, he stepped forward, and at the moment when Fang Yan's figure stepped into the portal, Fang Yan noticed that the jade pendant in his Qiankun pot suddenly fluctuated violently, and Fang Yan, who was about to probe it, caught a glimpse of the two monks in the position he had just left and showed his figure in the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but pause, it was actually them?

Hu Daoren also showed surprise: "Wu Da, Wu Er, they actually have such strength?"

The two monks who came after Fang Yan and Hu Dao were the two brothers who had been preparing to join forces with Fang Yan before stepping into this formation, and they were able to get here so quickly with the distraction of the early stage monks, and the proficient formation that Wu Da claimed was really true.

It's just that at this moment, even if it is these two people, Fang Yan will never think of mentioning cooperation again, and they are just nodding friends when they meet each other, not even friends, let alone put their hearts in their hearts.

A spatial fluctuation swept by, and the dialect stepped into the portal.

As soon as he crossed the portal, before he had time to explore the jade pendant that was still fluctuating, Fang Yan couldn't help but exclaim: "It's not good." "Several fierce sword qi have already attacked, and the coldness contains undisguised killing intent, but these killing intents are a little inexplicably strange.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Yan, who had already been prepared, even if he joined forces with Hu Daoren to urge the power of the Star Burial Robe to the extreme, and then urged his Great Wu Sword Array, and in an instant, Fang Yan's heart was tight, and his Great Wu Sword Formation was abnormal again, different from the talisman power that he had faced the distracted mid-stage monk before, at this moment, his flying sword spirituality was all there, but it trembled again and again, and in an instant, Fang Yan noticed that his flying sword seemed to show a little trembling, as if the natural fear of a low-level demon beast when it encountered a high-level demon beast。

However, at this moment, Fang Yan also sensed that these sword qi were nothing, at most they were just the power of a medium-grade spiritual weapon, but for some reason, it would cause such a reaction from his Great Wu Sword Formation, could it be that this place would also suppress the power of the magic weapon? However, the Hu Dao people in the Star Burial Robe did not feel the slightest feeling, nor did they feel as worried as when they faced the power of the talisman before.

It was another inexplicable thing, Fang Yan didn't have the heart to explore it for a while, in the face of a few sudden sword qi, he didn't bother to integrate his will into it to urge the power of Dao Technique, when even if the Great Wu Sword Formation was put away, in the face of such a fierce sword qi, the Five Elements Spirit Thunder did not have much effect, and then the dialect urged another Heavenly Star Sect Martial Arts Star Pole Douhuang Slash, and a golden bladed knife came out, although it did not have the power of the Great Wu Sword Formation, but together with the Killing Blade, the sword qi that dealt with the power of several medium-grade spirit weapons was almost the same。

After a short time, several sword qi were dispersed by the dialect, and what made the dialect a little strange was that these scattered sword qi actually turned into wisps of aura like aura, and finally disappeared into the ground under their feet.

The puzzled dialect in his heart immediately swept out of the surroundings, but saw a barren land, only a gray brown on the gentle slope, the scene in front of him suddenly reminded the dialect of the Wuyi clan station, the same dilapidated, the same drowsy, where is the Xianjia Cave Mansion here, where is there any rich aura, but a few dilapidated halls and scattered huge stones are vaguely revealed that they were or had been glorious, and when they poke into the ground, it is only a dim, and the sword qi that had penetrated into it before is gone, and the aura is also extremely lacking.

How could this be, the power of the sword array outside was not much worse than the Heavenly Star Sect Protector Sect Great Array, how could there be such a formation without abundant spiritual energy support.

Fang Yan couldn't help but have many questions in his heart, and waited for a while, and then saw no movement towards him, Fang Yan slowly took a step, and now it is not the most critical thing to explore here, recovering his own strength is the most important thing, although this place seems safe, but behind him is the entrance, there is a Senran scroll, and Fang Yan does not dare to retreat and recuperate directly here, so some distracted monks, Wuda can follow the formation and enter smoothly, it is difficult to say which one will be able to sense the breath of the Senran scroll.

Fang Yan walked slowly along the gentle slope, his mind was tense, the exercises were urging, and he didn't dare to be careless, whether it was the suppression of his own Great Wu Sword Formation before, or the situation after those few wisps of sword qi were scattered, it showed that this place was not as calm as the eyes saw.

Traveling hundreds of zhang, suddenly a corner, dialect heart shocked, a chilling meaning suddenly rushed to the face, a tight dialect in the heart thought that there was the sword light to kill again, immediately urged the exercise to meet the enemy, but found that this chilling breath just swept over himself, but there was no follow-up power, there was no movement around, after a little pause, dialect along this chilling breath poked out, dialect was to see a stone tablet, one person to high, on which mottled off, very dilapidated.

What stone monument actually has such an atmosphere, dialect stepped forward, and came to the stone monument.

'Mound', there is only a lone mound character on the stele, and the dialect stares at a big character on the stele and is shocked. It was this big character that exuded the aura of horror that could make the dialects that could distract themselves from cultivation.

What is the mound, the dialect knows in his heart, there is a barren mound in the ancient desolate battlefield, and the relics of many ancient characters are left there, and he has also entered the Wu Clan's desolate mound twice, and it is in it that the Sanskrit Technique of forging the body has been upgraded to the current level, is this Sanxian Cave Mansion in their mouth actually a tomb? A tomb of ancient power?

In an instant, Fang Yan flashed a thousand thoughts, but before he could do anything more, he heard the shocked voice of the Hu Dao people: "Fang Yan, look over there, what is that?"

Hearing Hu Daoren's words, Fang Yan's eyes looked beyond the stone tablet and looked ahead.

"Huh?"

After the stele, the slow slope disappeared abruptly, but there was a huge pit, in the pit countless small bags lined up, but if you look carefully, there are small tombs, this is the true meaning of the mound on the stele? If so, where will there be a place like Wu Zu's barren mound, that is, the dialect has not experienced the ancient years, and it is also known that Wu Zu's characters cannot appear so many like Chinese cabbage.

Looking at it again, Fang Yan saw that there seemed to be something on top of each tomb, but it was too far away to distinguish clearly, and he wanted to release his divine sense to explore, but he found that an invisible force on the side of the stone tablet firmly blocked his divine consciousness, and he couldn't enter the slightest.