When the devastation comes into view, all kinds of creepy voices are full of grief.

Fang who had just arrived gradually left the wind and dust, and the killing intent in his eyes had been condensed for a long time.

As he galloped, his spiritual sense swept across every dungeon cage, and the tragic and terrifying scene in it made Fang Yan's anxiety even stronger.

There are thousands of underground palace cages in this area, and even if Fang gradually leaves, it is impossible to find the corresponding person immediately.

So after just glancing for a moment, he quickly abandoned such a method and instead cast his gaze on the summit of the distant peak.

The wind and thunder roared, and his movement caused countless spirit slaves below to look around, and the eyes full of despair made Fang gradually moved.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, there was an angry shout, and more than a dozen rainbow rays were startled, and they instantly stopped in front of Fang gradually leaving him.

"Who is Your Excellency? This is the jurisdiction of my Mourning Sect Soul Cultivation Temple, even if the trespasser is far away, he will be punished!

But despite his tough attitude, he still didn't say anything to death, the breath of the person opposite was as deep as an abyss, and it was obviously also the cultivation of the Jiedan, so it was best not to provoke before knowing the details.

However, when Fang gradually left the group of people who had lost their doors, the coldness in his eyes was even deeper.

"Where's Anin?"

His cold eyes stared directly at the person in charge, and his palm flipped over, and the broken sword was in his hand.

"A-Ning?" Monk Mourning's face changed, wasn't that the spirit slave who was captured not long ago?

A spirit slave can actually attract a monk who is not a monk?

Fang gradually left to see the changed face of this person, knowing that A-Ning was indeed here, and the hatred in his heart finally overturned like a river.

"You all give me death!" Fang gradually left his eyes and suddenly burst out of a brilliant light, and the fearless sword intent that soared into the sky descended.

A violent wind rose suddenly between heaven and earth, and the bright sword light was like a narrow mirror rising suddenly between heaven and earth, not knowing where it started or where it fell.

But only a banging sound was heard, and a strong wind blew through the sides of the monk's cheek, bringing up a large puddle of blood.

He suddenly turned around, and the dozen or so Zhuji who were originally standing behind him were actually chopped into pieces in an instant!

A lump of minced flesh fell, smashing to the ground, blood flowing everywhere.

The monk only felt a chill in his heart, and his back began to tremble.

What kind of power is this? If you want to kill yourself, it will be a matter of a sword?

Who the hell is this person? Someone with such terrifying power in the Yudan, I'm afraid he can compete with a few disciples, right?

"A-Ning, where is it?" Fang gradually stepped out, and his momentum skyrocketed, as if a mountain had descended in front of this Jiedan monk.

"You, you...... I'm a shrine to the Soul Cultivation Palace, you have to think about ......"

There was still a trace of luck in the heart of this Jiedan monk, thinking that no matter how strong Fang Wanli's strength was, he would have to take care of the existence of the Mourning Gate, but he didn't want him to rub it again and again, which had made Fang Wanli have no patience at all.

"You will die for me too!" Fang gradually lifted his fist, and the figure stepped on the wind and thunder in an instant, and the spiritual power in his body surged, all gathered into his fist, and he was crushed down with his majestic spiritual power alone.

In a hurry, Brother Yudan crossed his arms.

Boom!

His eyes bulged out in an instant, and a brutal, masculine, chaotic, and extremely domineering spiritual power eroded out, this spiritual power was simply terrifying, but in terms of quality, it even completely exceeded his cognition.

Poof-Crazy force tore, the man's arms were instantly shattered, and Fang gradually left the fist and continued to fall on the man's chest.

With a whoop, Brother Jiedan spat out a mouthful of blood, and his figure flew out like a cannonball, smashing to the ground, destroying more than a dozen underground palace cages around him.

Fang gradually withdrew his palm, which was viscous blood, and flew away again under the terrified gaze of many spirit slaves below.

His target is the house in the pit on the mountain peak in the distance!

The eyes of the monk from before were wandering, as if he was protecting it.

"Get out of here!" Fang gradually fell into the air, a sword fell in his hand, and dozens of zhang of sword slashed on the prohibition, erupting into a terrifying roar.

"Who dares to go wild here?!" two figures quickly floated out.

Fang gradually narrowed his eyes slightly, one of these two people was a face that he would never forget until he died, the master of the Spirit Cultivation Palace, the old man who swallowed the spirit.

As for the other one, although he wore a veil, he was still recognized by Fang Wanli in an instant.

"Enchantress?"

Xin Shiyi was also shocked, looking at Fang Yuanli's face.

Isn't Fang Yanli from the Southern Regions? How could he appear in the depths of such a Southern Wilderness?

But after thinking about it, she laughed softly again: "It turned out to be you......"

No matter what Fang Wanli came here to do, and why she made an enmity with here, her most important purpose at this time was to drag Fang Wanli away.

Xin Shi is at the critical moment of taking the treasure, if this person is disturbed, it is not a good thing.

As for Lingtun, at the first moment, he saw the broken corpses in the distance, as well as the comatose and half-dead worship monks.

How long has it been since I felt that someone was here? Everyone outside has been killed by this kid?

Although those people just took the money for garbage repair, they still have the name of mourning, which is simply breaking ground on Tai Sui's head!

Ling swallowed anger and laughed back: "You are so bold, really any cat and dog can come to the funeral door to be presumptuous?"

Fang gradually looked at this unchanged ugly face, and the hatred in his heart reached the extreme.

"You don't remember who I am?"

Ling Swallow's face froze, could it be that this person's identity is extraordinary? I couldn't help but look at the past carefully, but found that I didn't have any impression at all.

"Lingtun Lao'er, open your dog's eyes wide! Today I am here to take your dog's life for A-Ning!" Fang gradually let out an angry shout, and the seal in his hand quickly formed, and immediately a treasure shuttle rose against the storm and floated behind his head.

The spirit swallowing old man's suppressed aura suddenly crushed down, and at the same time, Fang Yuan's words made his heart feel like a turbulent wave.

He suddenly remembered that when he was choosing a suitable spirit slave for Xin Shi, the little boy who was hiding behind that girl, how similar was that eyebrow to this person?

"It's you!" He suddenly realized, but then he was puzzled, where did this person cultivate the Dao Method, and actually became a Dan in such a short time?

That terrifying momentum, even he was a little worried, knowing that he should not be an opponent.

No! Xin Shi is still taking treasures, and he must delay time! When Xin Shi comes out, the two knots still can't take this person?

But just as he had such thoughts, Bao Suo, who was gradually leaving his head, suddenly turned into a black line and floated out, falling directly above the heads of Ling Tun and Xin Shiyi.

Seeing this, Ling Swallow immediately threw a crystal-like beast head from his sleeve and landed on the ground with a thud, covering Xin Shiyi and himself in it.

The beast's head is extraordinary, the true spirit is still there, and the breath has reached the level of a five-grade true treasure.

This is the capital that Ling Swallow can be fearless in front of Fang Yanli, this is a magic weapon given by the master of the Mourning Gate, and even the late stage of the Lian Dan can't be opened for a while, and the defense can directly catch up with the four true treasures.

Although Fang gradually left this treasure Suo, although his aura was vague, he guessed that it should have also reached the level of a true treasure, which was just used for defense. A shot is the safest means.

However, he still miscalculated.

The next moment, there was a click, and the crisp sound made Ling Swallow stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were full of horror.

"What?!"

Boom –

The beast's head was full of cracks in an instant, and then it cracked in the blink of an eye, and a five-grade true treasure couldn't even hold on for a few breaths, and directly turned into a useless piece of broken bones.

What kind of real treasure is Bao Suo? Could it be three products?

Bao Suo would not answer the question in his heart, but ruthlessly suppressed it, oppressing the two of them so that a mouthful of blood spurted out and fell directly to the ground.

Ling Tun resisted desperately, holding Bao Suo with both hands, and the spiritual power in his body flowed like a torrent, which was able to resist the terrifying power.

Fang gradually left and didn't look at these two people, he inexplicably began to have a bad premonition, he had to find A-Ning quickly.

With one step, he went straight into the house in the round pit.