Fang Yan only took care of flying towards the depths of the peach miasma forest, he knew that as long as he stopped, he might be caught up by the dozen or so people, flying here is not as difficult and fast as outside, always pay attention to the miasma beside him, the more he flies in, the more the miasma poison becomes, and even his divine sense will be corroded later, in the end, Fang Yan has to lower his altitude slightly, and fly inward through the treetops of the peach miasma forest, and the miasma color here is becoming more and more intense.

However, Fang Yan wondered that when he was outside, he had observed this peach miasma forest, and the radius was only a few hundred miles, and he flew down this way, it must have been more than hundreds of miles, at least thousands of miles, it is said that he should have passed through the peach miasma forest, but looking at the endless miasma around him, he didn't even seem to have reached the center of the peach miasma forest, could it be that this peach miasma forest is not an ordinary peach miasma forest, but a huge formation?

Thinking of this, Fang Yan couldn't help but be taken aback, being able to arrange a large spatial array within a radius of hundreds of miles, even those Jindan monks couldn't do this, at least the Great Sect Protector Array of the Moling Sect was not so big.

Fang Yan couldn't help but slowly lower the flight speed, looking around, just now all the way to fly, the divine sense can not be released, Fang Yan only cares about parrying the miasma, at this moment careful observation, found that the peach miasma forest here is different, the peach miasma tree here is much shorter than the periphery, the peripheral peach miasma tree is more than three zhang high, to here, each plant is only about one zhang, but the miasma secreted is much richer.

Fang Yan was uncertain, and he didn't know if he should continue to move forward, but fortunately, he had already thrown off thousands of miles, even if they wanted to catch up, it would not be a matter of a day or two, and Fang Yan naturally didn't know that those people had retreated, and they planned to wait for him at the entrance of the peach miasma forest.

The dialect simply stopped here, and at the end of the day, the dialect consumed a lot of mana, especially from the fire, which needed to be controlled from time to time, and there could not be a moment of relaxation.

After falling to the ground, Fang Yan realized that he should have come down a long time ago, the miasma above the peach miasma forest here is very strong, but there is almost no miasma on the ground, but a pure aura is filled with it, Fang Yan is puzzled, I don't know what the reason is, is it to prevent someone from entering from above?

Whatever the reason, it's a good thing for the dialect, and it can relieve the mana consumption that is about to run out of oneself a little. A warning formation was arranged casually, which is one of the few practical formations that the dialect has mastered, it cannot isolate the penetration of the miasma, but if the miasma comes in, the dialect can also be found, so as to prepare as soon as possible.

I don't know if there is any danger around, Fang Yan arranged the Soul Eater Array again, although the enemies he has encountered recently are not a formation of this level that the Soul Eater Array can fight against, it is better than nothing, Fang Yan began to recover his mana, and put a few commonly used magic weapons at hand.

Fang Yan's body greedily absorbed the aura around him, and the aura here was so rich that Fang Yan forgot that he was in a dangerous peach miasma forest, just when Fang Yan's mana was about to be replenished, suddenly Fang Yan felt a wave of coercion swept over, and the divine consciousness fluctuations were stronger than the coercion of the Jindan Great Monk.

Frightened, Fang Yan immediately sacrificed the colorful shield, summoned the two spirit pets, looked around, but found nothing, and the coercion disappeared, Fang Yan almost thought it was his own illusion, but in his heart Fang Yan could confirm that the coercion just now must have existed.

Then Fang Yan was dumbfounded, he was obviously meditating next to a peach miasma tree just now, but there was still a peach miasma tree behind him, not only was the peach miasma tree behind him gone, but there was no peach miasma tree within dozens of miles around.

Fang Yan didn't dare to stay any longer, packed up his things and wanted to leave here, even if he went back to fight with those foundation building monks, he didn't want to encounter this mysterious existence again, although Fang Yan also offended the Jindan monks, but at that time he was just facing a divine thought, even so, he also pestered himself for more than half a year before he finally refined it, if he met the Jindan monks in person, he didn't have to think about it and knew what the result was.

Fang Yan was destined to be disappointed, looking at the peach miasma tree that could be seen only a few dozen miles, Fang Yan couldn't fly the sword when he took off, and after half an hour, Fang Yan could confirm that he must be trapped in a formation, but how he got in, Fang Yan didn't know at all, as if he was unaware of it, he was ingested into the formation.

After finding that he couldn't fly away from this place, the dialect stopped, didn't go out, walked inside, who knew that it was the same here, the dialect had walked for hundreds of miles, and there was no progress, it seemed that there was no boundary here.

It was the first time for Fang Yan to encounter this situation, and he didn't know what to do for a while, Fang Yan looked at the top of his head, although the miasma on it was very poisonous, Fang Yan could only consider finding a way out from above, and after thinking about this, Fang Yan was not in a hurry to fly around, sat down cross-legged, and cultivated, because of the divine consciousness just now, Fang Yan did not put the magic weapon into the Qiankun pot, but put it in a Qiankun bag and hung it around his waist.

Fang Yan knew that with his current cultivation, it was absolutely impossible to highlight the miasma layer above his head, Ji Feng said at the beginning, even the Jindan monk would not dare to enter the red miasma, let alone his own small Qi refining period monk, even if he was away from the fire, he could not protect himself, only if he improved his cultivation a little more, it was best to build a successful foundation before he dared to try.

Who knows, Fang Yan just sat down for a while, and the coercion of the divine consciousness came again, this time the dialect was not as surprised as last time, but he just kept his mind tightly and still cultivated himself, but the dialect divine consciousness seemed to feel a sound of "Huh?" from the coercion, and then disappeared.

Since the other party didn't embarrass himself, Fang Yan didn't pay attention to where that divine consciousness came from, and he couldn't find it if he wanted to find it anyway.

After seven or eight days in a row, that divine consciousness reappeared, this time it was not so coercive, and it was not as fleeting as the previous two times, but stayed on Fang Yan's body for a while, but finally disappeared.

Fang Yan doesn't know who sent this divine consciousness, but Fang Yan can still feel the power of this divine consciousness, far from being able to compare with himself, Fang Yan secretly compared with Rong Canghai's divine thoughts that day and the one in front of him, it seems to be slightly inferior, found this situation, Fang Yan is even more intensified cultivation, he doesn't want to deal with this kind of existence, when his own strength is not good, when he encounters this kind of existence, he is not at all autonomous, I don't know why the other party just scans his divine sense, but Fang Yan does not hope that the other party is good.

After a few more days, the divine consciousness reappeared, and this time it did not linger for a while before retracting, but scattered around the dialect for a long time, and several times, the dialect could even sense what the other party seemed to want to say to him, and after hesitating a few times, he retreated.

Later, the frequency of its appearance became faster and faster, almost once every three or two days, after repeating it several times, Fang Yan also noticed that this person did not seem to have any malicious intent, if he wanted to catch himself, it was estimated that it would not take a round, and when the divine consciousness came again, Fang Yan tried to release his divine consciousness, and wanted to communicate with that person, who knows, the dialect divine consciousness just came out, and the divine consciousness disappeared like a rabbit.

Fang Yan was a little surprised, his divine sense was so powerful, why did he show such caution, and he could even say that he was timid, so that Fang Yan was interested, just waiting for the next time it appeared again, and had a good exchange.

This time the dialect didn't wait long, but a moment later, the consciousness reappeared.

"You're a monk from outside?"

There was a fluctuation in the dialect consciousness.

"Yes, you are?" asked Fang Yan cautiously.

"I haven't used a name in a long time, so you call me Xingyi. ”

"Star senior, I don't know why you took me here?"

"I, I didn't take you here, as long as you step into the peach forest, you will be photographed here, and there is no other result. ”

"Hundred miles of peach miasma forest? senior, there are more than 100 miles of peach miasma forest outside. ”

"I don't know the hundred miles? No, the ones you are talking about are not the real peach forests, only the innermost hundred miles of peach forests, not tall or short, just one zhang, these are the peach forests.

Dare to love is a peach forest, not a peach miasma forest, and the dialect is understood.

"Senior Star, please forgive me for disturbing you?"

"What is there to forgive, I haven't seen a living person for thousands of years, and you came to be a companion. There was a sense of grief and indignation in that consciousness.

"Thousands of years?"|Fang Yan heard this, and felt that the person in front of him was blowing big words, and the great monk Jindan only lived for hundreds of years, and the person in front of him actually said that he had lived for thousands of years, not what big words were.