Fang Yan took Nangong Yu to wait outside the main hall for several hours, and it was almost early in the morning before the two people in the main hall moved.

What made Fang Yan feel a little unsatisfactory was that only one breath left the main hall, while the other disappeared from the main hall, thinking that he had entered the ink spirit space, but fortunately, the one who left was the one with a stronger breath, and it should be the Yuanying Great Monk.

"Nangong Yu, I'm going in, have you thought about it?"

I don't know the other party's plan, Fang Yan decided to strike first, if there is only one Jindan monk left, even if he is a Shen Dao Chang Jindan later cultivation, Fang Yan is confident that he can rescue Yao Guangyue Linglong and the others, but he must rescue the person before the Yuanying monk rushes back, otherwise it will be extremely dangerous.

"I've already decided, even if you don't go in, I'm going to go in myself. Nangong Yu said firmly.

Fang Yan didn't speak anymore, but in his heart, his opinion of Nangong Yu had changed a lot.

After a mana fluctuation, Fang Yan took Nangong Yu into the Moling Hall, although Moling Sect is a small sect, but after all, this is an important place for the sect, and there are many formations to protect it, if it is usual, the dialect can be slowly cracked, but now it depends on Nangong Yu.

Nangong Yu also knew the situation, without thinking, he moved forward with the dialect, avoiding the heavy formations, and now the entire Moling Sect disciples seem to be either detained, or go out to prepare for the Hezong Hall after dawn, except for the two breaths just now, there is no one guard in the Moling Hall, but it is just cheap for the dialect and the party.

"Dialect, this is it, you look around, wait for me to urge the mantra to open the door. Nangong Yu led the dialect to stand in front of a black stone wall and stopped.

"Don't bother, let me come. Fang Yan grabbed Nangong Yu's arm and immediately urged the streamer wing. After a spatial fluctuation, the dialect disappeared from the Moling Hall with Nangong Yu.

"Dialect?" Nangong Yu was shocked by the dialect again, even if the Supreme Elder first entered the Moling Space, he was not so sharp, he didn't use his tricks, and just stepped in directly?

"En, Nangong Yu, what are you doing here?"

As soon as he stepped into the Moling space, a shout and a question came to his ears, Nangong Yu's body shook, and it was the Taishang Elder of the Moling Sect who heard the question, and it was the Taishang Elder of the Moling Sect who came here in the past, and the first few of the three generations of disciples to build the foundation came here, and the Yishen Daoist was very familiar with these disciples.

Nangong Yu is also a clever person, and after a moment's pause, he said: "The disciple was injured when he was training outside, and he is going to recuperate in the secret realm for a few days. ”

While talking, Nangong Yu kept exploring the surroundings, but the dialect was nowhere to be found, and he didn't know where he went.

"Hurt? Come here, I'll show you. As soon as the palm of the Shen Dao Chief's hand was stretched, a mana rolled towards Nangong Yu, if he was really injured, such a move by the Shen Dao Chief was nothing, the elders cared for him, but how could Nangong Yu dare to let a Shen Dao person probe today, and was about to find a reason to shirk it, when he suddenly heard the voice of a Shen Dao person.

"Who dares to enter my Moling Sect's forbidden land without authorization, ah. ”

Nangong Yu looked up, and saw that Elder Taishang was urging the exercises to fight with a monk wearing red and blue spirit armor, and it was still Elder Taishang who was left behind, and the monk over there was the dialect that came in with him, and the dialect could actually avoid the divine sense of Elder Taishang in the ink spirit space, and he could also get close to him to launch an attack?

"Shen Lao'er, I didn't know you so soon, I remember that it wasn't long ago. The forbidden land of the Moling Sect, is this still the Moling Sect?"

"Tongues? You are a tongue. ”

A Shen Dao Chang recognized the dialect, but the surprise in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, the last time the dialect and the Feng Haitian Fighting Method, everyone present did not see the details clearly, Feng Haitian retreated in defeat, and then the dialect did not show superior cultivation, but the power of the spiritual thunder thrown out continuously was not small, and in the end, he escaped from the Mo Ling Sect with a magic weapon against the sky, so that in the end, everyone did not have a clear understanding of the true strength of the dialect, and it was only with the help of the magic weapon.

Today's dialect came to save people, and he couldn't escape or escape, but it made Yishen Dao Chang see the strength of dialects, and he couldn't help but regret that he had expelled such a disciple from the sect at the beginning, just for more than ten years, a qi refining disciple had grown to the point where he could compete with himself, and there was no such genius in the entire Moling Sect, even the most genius Ji Yaoguang had just formed a pill, and he still relied on the young man in front of him to succeed in marrying a pill.

The thoughts in my heart are constant, but the movements in my hands are not slow, and I dare to break into the Moling space under my eyes, I definitely didn't come to congratulate: "Fang Yan, you are also a genius, and now your cultivation is still poor, but your strength is no longer below me, if you are born in the sect, you will really have a bright future, but unfortunately, you should not break into my Moling space today, everything is ink, and Moling is present." ”

The surrounding space changed, and a pitch-black aura suddenly appeared from all sides, forming a huge black net, and an illusory black shadow slowly rose in the center of the black net, which had already revealed a huge power before it could take shape.

Fang Yan naturally sensed this situation, after all, this is the forbidden land of the Moling Sect, and he is just an outsider, just like someone who fell into the mountain stone formation plate and fought with himself, today he hit the tip of the gun.

However, Fang Yan did not have the slightest worry, and still unhurriedly urged the magic weapon of the Jiutu Fan, which is rarely used, and silently calculated the time in his heart.

His thoughts were all over the place, but in fact, it only took a few breaths from the dialect to the sacrifice of Mo Ling.

A Shen Daoist looked at the conjured Mo Ling, and was about to urge it to attack and kill the dialect, when he suddenly sensed that something was wrong with his body, a subtle but powerful force was eroding his own body and soul, this was almost instantaneous, and the Shen Dao Chief remembered the scene of Feng Haitian's defeat and retreat, as well as the rumors of Feng Yuan Sect Zhou Yu's poisoning.

"It's time to feel it. Stone Formation. The dialect was no longer stubborn, and immediately put away the nine-picture fan and sacrificed the chaotic stone array.

Fang Yan did not use the most powerful Da Wu Sword Formation, because he was afraid of attracting the attention of others outside the space, and others were not afraid, he was afraid of provoking the Yuanying Monk, so he chose a sneak attack, and Fang Yan did not sacrifice much peach miasma poison, just a small trace, this trace is much stronger than the wisp on Zhou Yu's body at the beginning, and the power of the spirit weapon treasure is not a level.

However, the cultivation of a Shen Daoist is not comparable to Zhou Yu, who had just been promoted to Jindan, he has been married to Jindan for more than 100 years, and when he cultivated in the later stage of Jindan, if it is an ordinary poisonous attack, it will be difficult to work.

The peach miasma poison has worked, and the dialect is no longer procrastinating, and the battle is quickly resolved, taking advantage of the unstable mind of a Shen Dao person, and the moment when he wants to force the peach miasma poison out of his body, he throws out the mountain stone array disk, and shrouds a Shen Dao person in his own array, although he is actually still trapped in the ink spirit killing array, but the killing array has not yet been urged, as long as he takes down a Shen Dao person, he can calmly deal with the conjured ink spirit.

"That's it, dialect, this is the peach miasma poison that makes the Fengyuan Sect have nothing to do, and Feng Haitian left quickly because he discovered this wisp of strange poison that day. ”

The peach miasma poison has invaded the body, and there is no longer half a suspense in the fighting method, Fang Yan is about to increase the offensive to take down or even kill a Shen Dao person, but he heard a Shen Dao person say such words, is it just admitting defeat?

Although he has been trapped in the mountain stone formation, but if he wants to really defeat a Shen Dao person, Fang Yan still needs to use means again, the monks of the late stage of Jindan must have their own kung fu to press the bottom of the box, if they have the idea of fighting for their lives, this is still the other party's land Mo Ling space, and Fang Yan is ready to be injured.

If things can be solved so easily, Fang Yan will naturally be unable to ask for it, after all, he is here to save people, not to provoke, but what is the intention of a Shen Dao person, Fang Yan can't confirm it, whether it is really just admitting defeat, and it is not certain.

Soon, Fang Yan sensed the movement around him, and the body of the ink spirit that he had just conjured dissipated, turning into a pitch-black aura again and merging into the black web below, and then the Dao aura also shrank back and dissipated.

"What do you mean?" the dialect also stopped the stone formation, and asked, no longer calling a sinking old man.

"Fang Yan, are you here to save Yaoguang and Linglong?"

"That's right, I'm a long man. The dialect was not verbose, and replied directly.

"It seems that Nangong Yu also came in with you, no wonder you can step into here so easily, but your breathing technique is really good, and you can actually avoid my divine sense detection in the ink spirit space. ”

Fang Yan didn't answer again, and now he is in a hurry to find Yao Guangyue'er and the others, where is there still leisure and a Shen Daoist here to talk about the cultivation of the exercises.

A Shen Daoist discovered the impatience of the dialect: "Dialect, I beg you for something, can I?"

Well, isn't this old man stupid, begging himself for something? Fang Yan was a little confused: "As soon as the Dao Leader sinks, Fang Mou's mana is weak, and what the Dao Master can't do, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do it in the future." ”

"As long as you can save Yaoguang and Linglong, naturally this thing can be done. ”

"En?" Hearing that it was related to Yao Guangyue'er, Fang Yan didn't refuse again, staring at Yi Shen Dao Chang to listen to the rest of his words.

"When you take away Yaoguang Linglong, you will also take a few other people away, as long as you leave the Moling Sect, where they will go in the future has nothing to do with Fang Daoyou, how about it?"

Fang Yan didn't expect the old man in front of him to make such a request, except for shaking Guangyue'er and taking a few more people? Who is it? But as long as Yao Guangyue'er can be rescued, it doesn't matter how many more people he brings, just do it.

"Okay, I promise you, take me to see Ji Yao Guangyue Linglong. Fang Yan put away the mountain stone array plate and released a sinking Taoist person.

Hearing the dialect agree, a Shen Daoist seemed to let out a long breath: "Follow me." ”

Nangong Yu, who was worried on the side, was stunned, and mechanically followed the two of them towards the depths of the ink spirit space, how could this Taishang Elder and Fang Yan become like this.

(Thanks to the 'Cola Shrimp' Taoist friends for their support)