After all, he didn't stay in Heiwu Mountain for too long, although there were fire fluctuations around him that flashed from time to time, but many grades were not as good as the fire he received at the beginning, not to mention compared to the Taiwu Flame, it was only a dozen days, and after urging the Sanskrit Technique to forge the body, after recovering the meridians that had been invaded by the evil qi in the blood witch miasma, the dialect urged the body method to leave this place.

A few days later, a Yuanying Great Perfection Monk came to the City of the War Emperor on the side of the Molian Mountains on the edge of the Ancient Desolate Battlefield, and in this city of monks who were often seen by distracted monks, the appearance of a Yuanying Monk would not alarm anyone's attention, even if it was a Yuanying Great Perfection cultivator.

After entering the city, the Yuanying monk walked around the street for a while, entered and exited a few shops, and then entered the auction house, and after a short time, he came out of the auction house, and then did not stop, and then urged the body method to leave the city of the War Emperor again, and fled towards the ancient desolate battlefield behind the Molian Mountains.

did not return to the Heavenly Star Sect, but Fang Yan came to the City of the War Emperor, and finally escaped into the ancient wilderness battlefield, with his own plans.

First of all, the reason is to get the high-level spiritual fire breath, if you say that the place is most likely to appear high-level spiritual objects, there is no place that can compare to here, anything can exist in the ancient wilderness battlefield, high-level spiritual fire is the same, dialect has just been explored in various stores, it is to find out the news of high-level spiritual fire, things are as Fang Yan expected, neither the store nor the auction house has what they want, and in the end, only a purchase message was released in the auction, but now there is no original earth spiritual liquid, only the Xuan Lingye liquid is left in the five portals, and it is difficult to trade it to the high-level spiritual fire, and it may not be necessary to use the Dao Divine Wood。

If it is just for the sake of spiritual fire, Fang Yan does not need to avoid the sect, the reason why he decided so is because Fang Yan has to deal with some hand tails, when Xiang Fei was trapped in the Sen Ran scroll, he has not been empty, so he ignored it, and now Xiang Fei has little movement in the magic weapon space, and it seems to be a lot more depressed, but Fang Yan knows that a distracted major cultivator cannot give up hope so easily, and now the silence is still accumulating strength, and he learned from Wu Cicada Ming that he sensed the distraction of the catastrophe for the second time, but Fang Yan did not dare to leave such a potentially fatal threat in the magic weapon when crossing the tribulation。

Fang Yan is just the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Great Perfection, and Xiang Fei is only using the benefits of the magic weapon, but it still takes a lot of means to kill the other party, and it is not to say that it is the water grinding kung fu, and he is very confident in his own Sen Ran scroll to cover his breath, but there are ancestors in the late stage of distraction in the sect, and Fang Yan does not dare to guarantee that he will return to the sect directly like this now, and he will not be noticed by several ancestors.

There is no place more suitable for this kind of thing than the ancient wilderness battlefield, there are many demon beasts here, and the aura is mixed, which is the existence of the late stage of distraction, unless you deliberately observe, you will not notice the slightest fluctuation in a certain place, and the ancestor of the sect will not be idle and stare here.

Fang Yan didn't go too deep into the ancient desolate battlefield, just on the periphery of the Yuanying monk's haunt, he randomly found a secluded place without the aura of high-level demon beasts, and then escaped.

After a few formations were laid out, Fang Yan escaped into the forest scroll, and his divine sense probed into the room where Xiang Fei was forbidden, and he saw Xiang Fei sitting cross-legged on the ground with a calm face.

Fang Yan secretly said in his heart, and then ignored him, reached out and took out a jade bottle, a wisp of turquoise clear water poured into his mouth, and after the spiritual liquid entered his abdomen, Fang Yan slowly urged the exercises to begin refining the medicinal power contained in this spiritual liquid.

Half an hour later, Fang Yan stopped the operation of the exercises, and his face showed a little disappointment, the essence and blood lost by Fang Yan is not a small amount, although the essence blood is not replenished at a time, but there are still some spiritual elixirs that can slightly increase the cultivation speed, this bottle of spiritual liquid is that Fang Yan has just bought in the City of the War Emperor, although there is no distraction monk to lead it now, but in the realm of the car back then and later in the Moyuanling dialect obtained a lot of general contribution points, with these contribution points, Fang Yan still entered the third floor of the auction house, and purchased this bottle of spiritual objects that originally required a distraction monk to buy, but the effect was not as good as the dialect meant。

After shaking his head, Fang Yan put away his thoughts, his mind moved, and a red flash flashed in his hand, and if he looked closely, he could see a black line in the red, which was the scorpion venom that Wu Eighteen calculated the dialect at the beginning.

At the beginning, because of the restoration of the meridians, and then busy refining the elixir, this wisp of poison has been wrapped in the peach miasma poison and has not been refined, if it were not for this time to think about killing a distracted great monk, the dialect might have let it stay in the Qiankun pot for a long time, but now it is time to start refining.

For the power of this wisp of poison, Fang Yan has a deep understanding, if it weren't for the great power of that rune, and he has a body that has been tempered by the Sanskrit Technique Body Forging Technique, what is the result of the last time, Xiang Fei's cultivation is higher than himself, but he definitely does not have the Wu Clan Guardian Rune to use, and Fang Yan does not think that his physical body will be stronger than himself, even if he can't attack and kill once, he can't bear to do it continuously.

When collecting the peach miasma poison, the condensation technique has already been proficient, and at this moment collecting this wisp of scorpion venom is just a repetition of the old technique, the dialect exercise just touched the moment the scorpion poison was touched, and he sensed the divine sense mark of Wu Eighteen, without the slightest hesitation, even if he wiped out the past towards this wisp of divine consciousness imprint, although he could not see Wu Eighteen's expression, Fang Yan could imagine that Wu Eighteen at this moment definitely did not have a good face.

As Fang Yan expected, he had just started to move, and in the secret realm of the Wu Clan, which was hundreds of millions of miles away, Wu Eighteen, who was refining the Dao Divine Wood Dao Divine Qi, suddenly shouted: "Who is it?"

It's just that Wu Eighteen only shouted angrily, wanting to go out to find but had no direction at all, in fact, he only sensed that his divine sense mark was erased, and he couldn't sense where he was being erased at all.

On the same day, because of the Wu clan's guardian rune on the dialect's body, Wu Eighteen was intercepted by the dialect for the sake of the first-order scorpion venom, and later because of the collapse of the space, coupled with the Dao Shenmu, Wu Eighteen forgot about the scorpion venom, and then there was no chance after the deal was reached, as for seeing the dialect again in the Wu clan's land, Wu Eighteen also secretly investigated, but found that the dialect did not have the breath of his own witch spirit poison, but someone helped the dialect to suppress it, but he didn't know that it had been on the dialect at all, just because of the Qiankun pot, he couldn't sense it at all。

What is the scene of Wu Eighteen who is hundreds of millions of miles away, Fang Yan has no intention of paying attention to it, and a few days later, looking at the smart black line in his hand, Fang Yan has a little smile on his face.

The things that can make Wu Eighteen a killer are really extraordinary, but the number is too small, and it is not enough to rely on it to directly kill a distracted great monk, so it can only be regarded as a surprise soldier.

Fang Yan withdrew the peach miasma poison and scorpion venom back into his body with his backhand, and was about to urge his kung fu to grind and kill Xiang Fei, when his expression suddenly changed slightly: "En, why is it suddenly so lively?"

The place chosen by Fang Yan was originally a secluded place, and there were no demon beasts around, but at this moment, Fang Yan found a series of flying breaths passing overhead, but in a moment, dozens of them passed, Fang Yan slightly released his divine sense, and found that they were all Yuan Infant breath, so he no longer paid attention to it, even if there was really any spiritual thing, it was more important than killing Xiang Fei by himself.

"Well, you're going to do it, but you want to see where you are. Xiang Fei, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly felt that there was a sudden movement in the space he was in, for so many years, unless he took the initiative to attack, there had never been any movement in this space, and the fluctuations had just flashed, Xiang Fei guessed that the owner of this space had a plan to kill him, but it was a pity that a distracted monk had been imprisoned for many years, and he didn't know who he was trapped by.

However, he soon knew, because this time it was not only the spatial fluctuations, but also several mana fluctuations and a divine sense power flashed out immediately.

Although the power of the fire system fluctuation is not small, it is not enough to distract Xiang Fei, a cultivator from the inner sect of the Heavenly Star Sect, but the moment he touched this divine sense power, Xiang Fei's expression immediately changed greatly: "Dialect?