Diagonally through the Eastern Sanctuary, and then to the sea of death sand.

This desert is still vast, and the wind is howling.

......

Fang Junmei stepped on the sword light, the wind passed in the sky, and a random talisman magic power could already block those strong winds from his body, and he flew forward without the slightest delay.

Thinking of those terrifying and weird Spirit Eaters, Fang Junmei couldn't help but release his divine sense and poke into the ground.

"I haven't paid attention to these guys for tens of thousands of years, and I don't know if they have made a bigger noise. ”

Fang Junmei said in his heart.

......

Compared to back then, he was already much stronger, and with a sweep of his divine sense, he went straight down to a distance of tens of thousands of miles, and almost quickly captured the traces of the Spirit Eater.

These guys, just like back then, are drilling long holes in the ground.

Further down is the vast underworld.

There are villages.

There are cities.

It's not dark, its own mineral deposits and glowing insects, emitting light, illuminating this underground world, some strange light.

Not to mention, those incarnate soul eaters also know how to light lamps.

......

In these villages and cities, there are not many masters, at most they are in the realm of mortal metamorphosis, Fang Junmei's divine sense swept over, and they caught it, all of them did not dare to speak, and their expressions were vigilant.

The divine consciousness swept like flowing water, and there was no special scene of a large number of human races being captured, and Fang Junmei didn't pay much attention to it anymore and withdrew his divine sense.

He is no longer an impulsive hairy boy now.

The ancestral cultivators who are close to the Eastern Sacred Domain here are wary of this strange race, but they have never destroyed them, there is only one reason, there are masters in this race!

Although Fang Junmei can walk through the sky, he has never felt that he is invincible.

......

Without hurry, it took half a year to cross this sea of dead sand.

After the death of the sand sea is the white country, Fang Junmei did not stay.

After the White Country, it was the Sea of Demon Beasts, and Fang Junmei deliberately swept the Sweeping Wind Barbarian Mountain, the territory of the Golden Barbarian Bull clan back then.

In the vast mountains, there are still wild cattle roaming around.

Seeing that the Golden Barbarian Bull Clan was still there, and it seemed that it had grown a little stronger, Fang Junmei did not stay long, and continued to move forward until he landed at the foot of the human city closest to the Demon Beast Sea, Tianyang City.

This city, which belonged to Longhu Mountain back then, has now experienced tens of thousands of years of time, and has long been divided into several small cities, and it can be clearly seen that the number of human races in the southern immortal country is also growing rapidly. In that case, the cultivation realm will definitely be stronger.

Concealed his breath and entered the city.

......

Sure enough, it was very lively, and at a glance, there were no less than thousands of monks, and the realm was naturally unequal.

Fang Junmei carried his hands behind his back, wandering around the city casually, listening to the small talk of the monks, and soon, he was attracted by the words of the two Longmen monks in front of him.

......

An old man, a young man, a monk in a Taoist robe, walked in front of Fang Junmei.

The old man is the realm of the late Longmen, and the young man is the early stage of the Longmen, wearing a white robe and a yellow robe.

"Master, in your opinion, this time, in this competition between the Nangong Sect Master of the Panxin Sword Sect and the Huo Zi of the Flame Demon Palace, who will lose and who will win in the end?"

The young Taoist asked in a low voice.

"It's hard to say!"

The white-robed old Taoist sighed when he heard this, and said: "The Nangong Sect Master of the Panxin Sword Sect is certainly a genius in the way of the sword, and he has already comprehended the Dao Heart, but that Huo is free, and he is also a monk who has comprehended the Dao Heart, and his qualifications are much older. ”

"If we lose again this time, we will lose a large piece of territory in the Southern Immortal Kingdom again, these Heavenly Demon Clans from the sea are too greedy. ”

The yellow-robed young man said in a sad voice: "Although our Dragon Tiger Mountain is far away, if we allow them to continue to expand like this, it will be our turn here sooner or later." ”

The white-robed old man nodded.

"Can't we join forces and destroy the Flame Demon Palace?"

The yellow-robed young man was not angry.

"How?

The white-robed old man immediately asked angrily.

"The people of the Flame Demon Palace, more than 10,000 years ago, when they first came to our Southern Immortal Kingdom, they destroyed the Tianyun Sect, a major sect in the south, overnight.

"Don't we have seniors? Just invite those seniors back!"

The yellow-robed youth said.

"I've come back, and I've heard that one was killed!"

The white-robed old man said with a wry smile: "And the people of this Flame Demon Palace, when they first came, although they made a lightning attack and destroyed a big sect, they didn't make another move later, let alone kill mortals indiscriminately, but proposed to use a competition to fight for territory." Gao Ming is Gao Ming here, let us lose the heart of the mouth. It doesn't make us too disgusted by the predecessors we left before, and now even the mortals of the south are not so afraid of them. ”

Hearing this, Fang Junmei understood a rough idea.

"I heard that after one of the seniors of Shenmuhai came back, he asked carefully, ignored it, and left again, leaving only one sentence. ”

The white-robed old man said again.

"What?"

The yellow-robed young man asked again.

"You live too comfortably, if you can't fight even the fair fight of the monks of the same generation, you deserve to be destroyed, and you will solve your own troubles!"

The white-robed old man said.

The yellow-robed young man smiled bitterly: "This senior is very arrogant. ”

The white-robed old man also laughed.

......

"It can't be the flower moon, right?"

Fang Junmei's heart was racing when he listened, and he hadn't seen this senior for a long time.

When he first heard it just now, he was still a little indignant, but in the end, he had to admit that what this arrogant monk said had some truth.

And judging from the speculation before and after the incident, it is estimated that the Heavenly Demon Chaos Sea has also ushered in an era of great prosperity, and the number of Heavenly Demons has exploded, and there is not much place to recuperate, so they can only move outward.

However, since the person who competed this time, since he was a junior of the Panxin Sword Sect, Fang Junmei didn't want to ask, so he had to ask.

Quicken your pace and enter the teleportation hall.

Directly went to the Emerald City, Fang Junmei handed over the spirit stone and stepped on it!

......

After coming out, his consciousness was swept away.

Compared with those years, the Emerald City is also much more prosperous, with many high-rise buildings, and on the vast plateau outside the city, there are also fertile fields and villages, and mortals are happy and happy.

It can be seen that the protection and governance of the Panxin Sword Sect are good.

On the high Shigong Mountain in the distance, the Panxin Sword Sect is still like a piece of jasper falling on the top of the mountain, with deep grass and trees, white clouds, flowing springs, and a scene of immortals.

There was no hurry to go, and he first inquired about the affairs of the Panxin Sword Sect, and then Fang Junmei drove away and left the city.

In only half a day, he arrived outside the mountain gate, and his breath returned to an unfathomable and undetectable appearance.

Looking at the mountain gate in front of him, Fang Junmei's eyes sighed with emotion.

Suddenly he didn't dare to go in, after he went, the junior asked Zhuang Youde, asked Wei Xifeng, asked Yang Xiaoslow and others, how should he answer?

......

"I've seen my seniors!"

The two gatekeepers came up to salute.

Fang Junmei nodded slightly and said, "Your sect master, can you be in the sect?"

When the two minor cultivators heard this, they looked at each other, and one of them looked a little older, and asked cautiously: "I don't know who the predecessor is, what is the matter with our sect?"

Fang Junmei glanced at the two of them, thought about it, took out a blank jade slip, made a mark, put a jade box in it, sealed it and said, "Take it in and show it to your deacons and elders." ”

When the words fell, he didn't say much, but he drove away and turned around and left.

The two minor cultivators listened to it, and finally separated one person and entered the sect.

......

That night, the moon was scarce.

Fang Junmei was on the top of a small hill, drinking silently, accompanied by the sound of insects, and not far away, there was a white mist.

The shadow under the moonlight is a little thicker, and Fang Junmei has long since lost his radiant youthful demeanor, and has too many vicissitudes.

Rustle –

I don't know how long it took, but there was the sound of footsteps outside the fog.

Soon, a figure walked in.

It is a middle-aged man dressed in white, tall, with starry eyebrows and sword eyes, with two glances of eight-character beards as straight as a sword, his demeanor is handsome and revealing majesty and perseverance, and the realm is the late stage of Longmen.

After coming in, there was a shock.

Then he stared at Fang Junmei, looked at it carefully, looked suspicious, and didn't move for a long time.

Fang Junmei was also looking at him, feeling that this person's temperament was somewhat similar to Fan Lanzhou, who died early.

"Don't look at it, it's just me, I just have a big beard. ”

After a while, Fang Junmei said lightly, the words fell, and with a grasp of his wrist, he took out the Divine Delusion Sword, the tip of the sword was a little, and a large sword mark was made.

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he immediately strode over, and said ecstatically: "Junior disciple Nangong Congyun, I have seen Ancestor Fang, and sure enough, your old man is back!"

Bang!

Get down on your knees and bow down.

This person is the current sect master of the Panxin Sword Sect - Nangong Congyun.

Fang Junmei looked at him carefully a few times before nodding slightly and said, "Excuse me, stand up and speak." ”

"Thank you, Patriarch Fang!"

Nangong stood up from the clouds, looked at Fang Junmei without humility or arrogance, and said excitedly: "Since the ancestor is back, why don't you go to the sect?

Fang Junmei smiled slightly, and said, "If you let your opponent feel at ease and know that I am back, Bao will definitely have more to deal with in the battle with you." ”

When Nangong Congyun heard this, he suddenly became a little embarrassed.

"The disciple is incompetent, and he even wants the ancestor to worry about this matter. ”

"I've heard that you take good care of the sect and practice well, otherwise you wouldn't have been selected as a candidate for this competition. ”

Fang Junmei's expression was gentle.

Nangong Congyun smiled modestly.

......

"Are you sure you can win, do you want me to show you a few hands?"

Fang Junmei asked with a smile, with some deep meaning in his eyes.

Nangong Congyun was overjoyed when he heard the words, and he opened his mouth to say that he wanted to, how could he let go of such a great opportunity.

But this person is the master of a sect in the end, and immediately realized that Fang Junmei's smile was a little deep, and he forcibly suppressed the words in his mouth, stared at Fang Junmei for a few moments, then suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said with a firm expression: "There is no need for the guidance of the ancestor, the disciple has the confidence to defeat that fire." ”

"Are you really confident?"

Fang Junmei asked.

"Yes!"

Nangong Congyun nodded heavily.

"Very well, then I really won't teach. ”

Fang Junmei said with a bit of jokingness.

Nangong Congyun also smiled when he heard this, and said: "But after this battle, I hope that the patriarch will not hesitate to give the disciples a few hands, so that after the disciples advance to the mortal transformation, they will take fewer detours and speed up a little to catch up with the steps of the ancestors." ”

Fang Junmei laughed, admiring this junior in his heart.