Ascending from the mountain gate, Fang gradually left and returned to the Divine Yin Sect again.

Looking at the peaks of Miaomiao, the fairy clouds were shrouded, and many disciples in the sky came and went frequently, and Fang gradually relaxed.

The tiredness of many days came up like a tide at this moment, and it lasted endlessly.

Fang gradually rubbed his eyebrows, recognized the direction, and urged the light talisman to go towards his cave.

However, before he had taken a few steps, a voice came from behind him, making Fang gradually feel cold.

"Stop!"

Fang gradually left the air just now, slowly turned around, and looked at the person behind him.

This is a man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, just looking at his appearance, he is not much older.

His hair was unkempt, like a bird's nest, his eyes were bloodshot, and even the robes of the core disciples, who symbolized his status, were full of folds.

Fang gradually left to naturally remember this person, Fu Wanzhao.

"What's the matter?" Fang gradually frowned, forcibly suppressed the exhaustion of his body and mind, and asked.

Could it be that he noticed something? Fang gradually tightened up, but his face did not show it.

But soon, Fang gradually denied it, if Fu Wanzhao really noticed it, it was estimated that he would definitely not care about the rules of the sect, but would have already started on himself

He looked at Fu Wanzhao's embarrassed appearance, and could already guess that the latter's situation might be quite miserable recently, thinking that there was an irresolvable depression in his heart.

"Where did you come from?" Fu Wanzhao's eyes widened, refusing to let go of the slightest staring at Fang Yuanli.

His gaze made De Fang gradually leave with some disgust, and said directly: "The core disciples in the sect still have the right to ask about this kind of thing?"

Immediately, he ignored the evening light, flicked his sleeves, and walked into the distance.

Fu Wanzhao, who remained in place, had a cloudy expression on his face, and his teeth and fingers were clenched and creaked.

"Fuck, even a trash among ordinary disciples can do this to me!"

......

Fang gradually returned to his cave without changing his face, and after closing the door of the cave, he didn't care about the dust on the stone bed, and lay down directly.

"It's really troublesome, it's all crowded together..."Fang gradually covered his forehead, unable to hide his tiredness.

He didn't see the gloom in Fu Wanzhao's eyes, but he couldn't help but lose words, so he naturally couldn't rub shoulders with Fu Wanzhao more.

Speaking of which, Fang gradually Li's status in the sect is still a little low.

It seems that you still have to break through the cultivation earlier, and you can also prevent Fu Wanzhao from stumbling on yourself. Fang gradually left thinking about this, and his tired consciousness finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he fell asleep groggily.

A whole day and night passed by this sleep.

Fang gradually opened his eyes slowly, the fog was gone, and the fatigue in his eyes had dissipated a little.

"We can't delay any longer, we must first break through the cultivation before the March period comes. Fang gradually gritted his teeth, endured his tiredness, and sat up cross-legged from the stone bed.

Because his physical condition at this time was weaker than before, it took him a whole day to breathe, and then his spirit and energy were roughly recovered.

Immediately, Fang gradually moved his mind, and he saw that his skin gradually turned red from the original normal complexion, and the white air rose, and the temperature in the cave began to rise unconsciously.

When his whole body was already burning to the limit, and even his skin was a little purple and blue, Fang Yanli finally opened his eyes.

Drinking all the condensation liquid in the storage bag in one gulp, Fang gradually left and took out the Fan Tie Fu Sword again.

Holding the Fan Tie Fu Sword with both hands, Fang gradually closed his eyes and silently used the sword qi to control the heart method.

A three-inch sword light burst out from the Iron Rune Sword, which was already the limit that Fang was gradually away from the current reach.

And as Fang gradually moved his mind constantly, the sword that usually exuded a sharp aura was still slowly bent at this time, and then continued to become slender, until finally it was like a thin cyan thread.

The cyan sword thread was like silk, constantly revolving around Fang Yuanli, all wrapped around his body.

After all the silk threads were wound, Fang gradually changed the seal in his hand, and suddenly, these silk threads seemed to be sharp again, and the khala tightened inward with a bang.

Fang gradually frowned, it was the first time he had tasted the pain of a needle prick when the sword qi entered his body.

But no matter how strong the pain was, it was still far less than the onset of the spirit poison, so Fang Wanli only frowned, and his expression quickly calmed down.

As the silk threads kept closing, it could be clearly felt that the qi and blood in Fang's body seemed to be constantly compressed, and the skin around the thin threads had turned blue-white.

"Loose!" Fang gradually left the seal in his hand and changed again, and the silk thread on his body suddenly loosened.

In an instant, the qi and blood in Fang's body were like wild horses that had been unleashed, surging up wildly.

Bang! The scorching blood frenzy seemed to touch an indescribable barrier, and Fang gradually let out a muffled snort.

However, this kind of collision seemed to be nothing to the barrier, and as Fang gradually separated from the qi and blood flowed back, he soon couldn't feel its existence.

However, immediately after Fang gradually left the handprint, it changed twice, and the qi and blood surged up for the second time, like a roar, hitting the invisible barrier.

Bang!

Once, twice, three times...

Every collision was like smashing Fang Yuanli's body to pieces, and if it was a timid person, it would be estimated that he would have given up the impact long ago.

But Fang gradually left was obviously not among them, and there was a stubbornness in his temperament that was unwilling to admit defeat, which made him persist again and again.

Finally, a voice came from deep within the body.

Fang gradually left his complexion unchanged, and once again tightened the sword qi filaments on his body.

Boom! As Fang gradually changed away from the handprint, the qi and blood all over his body rushed towards the barrier as if he was going crazy, and then forcibly rushed over with an unstoppable momentum.

The barrier shattered in an instant, everything fell into place, as if entering a new world, Fang Yanli couldn't help but exhale softly.

This is not something he can control, it is just a unique feeling that the qi and blood in his body are surging at this time, and it has begun to evolve in a specific direction.

It can be seen that purple-red blood began to flow out of the pores of Fang Yuanli's skin, which contained extremely pure qi and blood power.

"Shhh

The fog became thicker and thicker, and in the end, it actually filled the cave with all its life.

If someone could see Fang gradually leaving in the middle of the mist at this time, they would definitely find that his whole body had become pale, and there was no trace of blood and qi and blood power in his body.

At this time, his eyes were closed, and he was in a wonderful state.

Without him taking the initiative, the purple-red mist continued to blend and entangle with each other in the outside world, and soon began to shrink.

In just a few breaths, all the mist gathered and returned to Fang gradually leaving his body, forming a large purple-red blood scab on the surface of his body.

Fang Yuanli, wrapped in blood scabs, could only faintly see an outline, but he could feel that a more powerful aura was beginning to brew.

Click—Fang gradually rose from the ground, the blood scabs on his body cracking, revealing the skin that looked like a new life.

At this time, Fang gradually departed, and the skin became fairer and more delicate, as soft as a newborn baby.

Although he still looked a little thin all over his body, he could already see some subtle lines, and there was a burst of explosive power hidden in it that was stronger than before.

But the most eye-catching thing was that Fang gradually left the qi and blood patterns that were wrapped around his body, constantly rotating, and there were actually forty-six paths!

If this made Yan Xia look at it, it is estimated that his jaw would drop in shock.

Just opening the sea of qi to the fifth percent, he can have forty-six qi and blood lines, which is estimated to be able to do so unless it is a disciple of a super sect with a profound background.

In other words, when Fang gradually left the fifth percent, he was already only four qi and blood lines away from the sixth percent.

Clenched his fists, Fang gradually became eccentric.

There seems to be inexhaustible strength in the flesh and blood, and this feeling is much, much stronger than before.

"The fifth percent of the sea of qi is really significant. Fang gradually left the light in his eyes and muttered.

He could feel that the power of his qi and blood had changed too much compared to before as it condensed into a pattern, and the things it could bring were also immeasurable.

"It would be nice to find someone to fight head-on. Fang Weili shook his head, a little regretful.

According to Fang Yuanli's thoughts, after breaking through just now, he still had to fight with people, so that he could adapt to the changes in it, so that he could adjust himself faster.

However, since there was no such opportunity for the time being, Fang gradually left and did not force it.

His hand wiped on the storage bag, and a blood-stained storage bag had already appeared in his hand, which was Xu Zhou's.

"That person dares to betray me, and he is innocent!" Fang gradually said coldly.

Although he was a little confused at the time, he didn't regret it when he looked back at this time.

The prohibition on this has gradually left and studied for a lot of time along the way, and it has been broken until now.

Whoa-he just didn't bother to care so much, and directly pulled it hard, with his current strength of qi and blood, he directly tore the remaining prohibitions on the storage bag to pieces.

Glancing at the things in the storage bag, as expected, there was basically nothing that could attract Fang Yuanli's attention, and there were only a dozen spirit stones, one each for the ghost slaying talisman and the wind riding talisman, and some miscellaneous useless ones.

Fang Yanli only took out some things that were useful to him, and the rest were directly burned by him along with the storage bag.

Clapping his hands, Fang Yanli took out a cleansing talisman again, removed all the dirt on his body, and simply cleaned it up, and then walked out of the cave.

"You're finally giving up. As soon as I got out of the cave, it was that cold voice again.

"This is the sect, are you bothered?" Fang Yanli couldn't help frowning when he saw that Fu Wanzhao was standing in front of his cave.

"Hehe, but you, an ordinary disciple, what capital do you have to say this to me?" Fu Wanzhao sneered.

With a twinkle in his eyes, he looked Fang Wanli up and down, obviously he had also noticed the earth-shaking changes that Fang Wanli had produced in just one day and night.

"Crazy, crazy, I see that senior brother, you were tortured by the mourners in the Demon Ape Mountain and lost your mind, and you came to me to go crazy. Fang Yanli shook his head, and flew away with the light talisman.

This evening light is simply a brain disease.

Fu Wanzhao slammed his fist on a mountain rock, directly smashing the mountain stone.

"Get back here!" he roared.

Fang gradually left his body for a moment, glanced back at Fu Wanzhao, and then snorted coldly, and actually flew out.

"Damn! Damn it! You all deserve to die! Seeing that I am down, anyone can bully me, right?" Fu Wanzhao's eyes seemed to be about to breathe fire, and his voice was hoarse.