Fang Yan didn't know what the two distracted monks behind him thought of him, even if he knew it, he wouldn't pay much attention to it, and he was in a hurry to flee out at this moment.

Stepping out of the Lingtian dialect back to the bluestone road, there are also signs of space collapse here, a suction flashed around, think about it not long, this place will no longer exist, the dialect is just a little sense, then gallop away, the bluestone road that has been walked once before, but it is much easier to go back, when the dialect returns to the luxury space, only to find that the changes here are more intense than in the Lingtian, the white fog that permeated before has long dissipated, revealing the luxurious jade, the invisible prohibition is still there, but the luxury jade after the ban has begun to annihilate, as if swallowed by an invisible mouth, In an instant, a large piece of jade peeled off and disappeared, looking at the jade in an instant, it turned into nothing, and the dialect couldn't care about it, when even a flash returned to the formation space where the green ant beast was.

As soon as it flashed out, Fang Yan looked around, the billions of green ant beasts here had long since disappeared, and the formation space had broken many huge cracks, and the flowers and trees in the sea of flowers outside were being swallowed up by the huge suction force here, and several long green rivers of flowers and plants poured in like a flood, and at this moment the dialect stood in one of them, and several big rivers disappeared on the side of Fang Yan.

Seeing this situation, Fang Yan was not surprised, his heart moved, and a pair of thunderous wings appeared behind him, with a flash of thunder, a gap suddenly appeared in the green river and then closed as before, and after an instant, Fang Yan had already appeared in the land of hundred fragrances thousands of miles away.

After dozens of breaths, the two Wu Clan Distraction Great Monks also appeared in the place where the dialect had just disappeared, and Wu Xi was still muttering: "It's a pity that there are so many inlaid stones. ”

After standing still, the two of them looked around for a while, and they also found the changes around them, some residual thunder fluctuations in the flowers and plants, Wu Eighteen said in a low voice: "It's really a thunder escape spirit weapon, one day you will come to my Wu clan land, and then I want to see what you have that makes the master so important, and you actually left a guardian rune yourself." ”

After a short time, two gray mist flickered, and the two Wu Clan Distracted Great Cultivators also came out of the green river and flew away from the crack in the formation.

With the departure of the three of them, the spatial fluctuations here also seemed to be a little tighter, after a few crackling sounds, a few more formation cracks flashed, and a few green rivers appeared, it didn't take long for this cave space to be completely annihilated by the power of the space collapse, and there would be some remnants left at most in the future, but it was impossible for the spiritual object of Dao God Qi to appear again.

After the continuous lightning flashed, Fang Yan stopped in a mountain forest place, there was no high-level demon beast aura around, and the surrounding mountains and forests were not high-level spirit grass, and after a little exploration around, Fang Yan escaped into the space of the forest scroll with a flash, and he didn't even arrange a formation.

The dialect that escaped into his magic weapon space just commanded the Hu Dao people, and then sat down, and after a while, a trace of fire fluctuations appeared on the dialect's body, but it was the breath of the Tai Yan flames flickering.

Fang Yan's state at the moment is far from being as unhindered as he appeared, he was bombarded three times by two distracted great cultivators, lost three mouthfuls of essence blood, and was pressed and bombarded for so long, these are nothing, except for the loss of essence blood that is difficult to recover for a while, Fang Yan has a lot of high-level pills, mana and divine consciousness can be supplemented with pills, even if the soul is tired, it can be supported by iron will.

What really damaged the dialect was the black tail of the giant scorpion that shot out of the black line attack at the end of Wu Eighteen, although it was finally blocked by the rune, and it did not hurt the dialect too much, but the poison contained in it penetrated into the body of the dialect, the dialect was not wrong, the poisonous breath was more than the peach miasma poison that was not poisonous back then, even the strength of the body meridians of the dialect was difficult to bear, but it was invaded into the body in an instant, even if it was too dead, it was difficult to wipe it out for a while, and the dialect could only urge the exercises to suppress it in the body meridians, but after a moment's effort, the meridians had been greatly damaged。

Before and the two distracted monks did not give an inch, but Fang Yan did not dare to let the other party find the slightest clue, otherwise let the two of them know that they were a little wrong, and then attack, but Fang Yan was difficult to urge the defense with all his strength, I am afraid that if the space collapses, and no matter how the two distracted monks are, they will be poisoned by this poisonous breath first, even if they are forced to fight for their lives and self-detonate the magic weapon, it is just a lose-lose situation, and the two distraction monks on the other side may not fall because of this, but Fang Yan himself will not be spared.

Originally, he planned to integrate into the hundreds of millions of green ant beasts immediately after he came out, and with the help of the cover of the demon beast breath, he devoted himself to cultivation and refined the poisonous aura, but he found that it was not only the deepest spiritual field that collapsed, which was naturally a better thing for the dialect.

Now that he was far away from that cave space, coupled with the awe-inspiring aura of the Sen Ran Scroll, Fang Yan was not worried that he would be caught up by the two distracted monks of the Wu Clan, but Fang Yan was not willing to go to Cangyun City, the nearest city of monks, so he could only find a place to retreat and recuperate in this wilderness, and finally chose this mountain and forest place.

It is difficult for Tai Yan Yan to refine this wisp of poisonous breath alone, with the urging of dialects, it is very different, in the face of ownerless things, the cultivation of Fang Yan Yuan Ying Da Perfection is enough to suppress it, but after a while, Fang Yan changed his mind, no longer urging Tai Yan Yan to refine that poisonous aura, urging Tai Yan Yan to protect the section of the meridian where the poisonous breath is kept, and then urging his own exercises to roll towards it.

When he was forced to be helpless before, Fang Yan wished that this breath would be completely wiped out, but at this moment, the situation is different, but Fang Yan has already given birth to the idea of maximizing benefits, such a highly poisonous thing, much worse than the peach miasma poison that he refined, even the Wu Clan's distracted great monk has to be regarded as a killer method, if it is directly refined, it will be a pity.

Sitting for a few hours, the dialect that had not recovered had swallowed several pills in a row, and suddenly, dialect waved his hand, and a wisp of red flashed out, and then it disappeared into the body of dialect, but it was the peach miasma poison that had not been used for a long time, urging the peach miasma poison to pass through the flame into the meridian where the scorpion venom existed, and the idea of the dialect was to let the two poisons fuse, although I don't know what the effect of the two poisons would be when they were combined, but it would not be worse than the original, this is also a last resort。

A few more hours passed, the fire fluctuations on Fang Yan's body were scattered and empty, Fang Yan's mind moved, a red appeared in his hand, look at the peach miasma poison with more black lines, Fang Yan showed a little smile, and then took it back with his backhand, although he did not as he wished, the two poisonous breaths were fused into one, and he had not completely collected this wisp of scorpion venom as his own, but he was wrapped in peach miasma poison, and the scorpion venom could no longer endanger himself.

After putting away the peach miasma poison, Fang Yan probed his divine sense through the Sen Ran scroll, and there was no invasion, only a few birds and insects around, and then retracted his attention and re-activated the exercises, the scorpion venom was gone, the meridians still needed to be repaired, and the lost essence and blood also needed to be slowly cultivated back.

A few days later, Fang Yan escaped from the magic weapon space and arranged several small formations around it, and then disappeared again.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye, and there was a sudden commotion in the calm mountain forest, a flock of frightened birds rose into the air and scattered, and a figure suddenly appeared under them, no wonder these birds were so panicked.

This figure is naturally a dialect that has recovered from cultivation here, a dialect that has escaped from the magic weapon space, and his face is still a little pale, obviously the loss of essence and blood has not fully recovered.

Scanning around slightly, the dialect smiled, and then the thunder flashed, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the more frightened and inexplicable flock of birds chirping and chirping.