In the midst of the mountains and ravines, on top of an ancient tree, Fang gradually sat quietly.

Here he has been sitting cross-legged for three days.

For three days, he looked at the surrounding mountains and wilderness, not sparing even a river beast by the river.

"Everything in heaven and earth can be killed, what is the meaning?" Fang gradually shook his head, still finding nothing.

Obviously, the mystery between them is not something that can be understood by anyone, and even if he keeps killing, it only happens to confirm his thoughts.

He believed, and never doubted, that there were absolutely so many people like him who were as enlightened as he was to kill and preach, but would it be among the five hundred people here?

Standing up from the canopy of the tree, Fang gradually saw the sparse figures hidden around him.

These are the people who have followed him in recent days.

"So far, I haven't seen the same sect, and there are only five hundred people here, so where have the others gone?"

Thinking in his heart, Fang gradually spotted a figure in the distance and quickly rushed over.

His cultivation is now improving, and his speed has already far surpassed before, and the distance of more than a mile is only a few breaths.

It wasn't until he landed in front of the nun, who was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, that the latter suddenly woke up.

Fang Wanli remembered this female cultivator, and at that time, another female cultivator who was about to kill her died under Fang Wanli's sword.

The female cultivator was obviously a little overwhelmed by Fang Wanli's sudden arrival, and hurriedly stood up.

She had been seriously wounded and pursued since she had been mortally wounded and pursued until recently, when she had heard of the spread of the fame of the person in front of her.

Around him, few people dared to draw their swords and kill people, and those who did so had already gone down to the Yellow Spring.

Fang Yanli saw the fear in her eyes, and didn't say much to her, and asked directly and clearly, "How many days are left?"

The female cultivator was stunned for a moment, then she understood the meaning of Fang gradually leaving, and hurriedly replied: "There are still ten days." ”

There are still 10 days left......

Fang gradually felt that his time was a little chaotic, he just kept killing, and he didn't even care too much about this thing.

Through the Qiankun Sword Qi, he already knew that his rank had now reached ninety-seven, and he was still going up and down.

According to his guess, this may be due to the fact that the cultivation of the people in line with him is extremely similar.

On the twentieth, eighty-three qi and blood lines went to ninety qi and blood lines, and this increase speed was simply terrifying.

"Perhaps, here I can find my way to build a foundation!"

......

Fang gradually left, knowing the boundaries of time, and began to wander around in the mountains and forests.

He often chooses some towering and imposing mountains, and meditates on the momentum of the heavens, earth, mountains and rivers there.

And after Fang gradually left to stop his continuous killing, the reputation of the white-faced god gradually weakened.

Somewhere in the middle of nowhere, in a quiet and lonely valley.

At this time, there are four large stones here, and four figures sit on them.

Among the four, there were three men and one woman, and among them was a sturdy man, full of blood and energy, with extremely unstable fluctuations.

If Fang gradually moved away from here, he would quickly recognize that this person was the first person he had seen when he first came here.

"Luo Heng, your murderous intent is too heavy, you are already in the top two hundred, and you have to go out and keep killing people. A man dressed in yellow said with a frown.

Luo Heng laughed, and the corners of his mouth pulled a cruel arc: "You are just too rigid to the rigid rules of Taoism, and this has been cultivated by me to overtake, look at me, now there are ninety-one lines of qi and blood!And you, who can match me now?"

"Your cultivation is all vain, where is there a solid foundation for half a point? I see that you have already planted the bitter fruit, and sooner or later you will have to pay the price for what you have done during this time!" the man in yellow said angrily when he heard this.

At this moment, the only woman opened a pair of bright eyes, stretched out her hand to stop the man in yellow's next angry words, and said coldly:

"Then why do you want to eat human flesh, and what is the difference between this and barbarians?"

"I'm sorry, I, Luo Hengzu, was a barbarian, in the past, it was common to eat human flesh raw, and here it is just illusory, what can I do if I liberate my nature and act arbitrarily? Those people will not die after all, at most they will become stupid. Luo Heng obviously didn't pay attention to the three companions in front of him.

"You!" the woman was furious.

Luo Heng shrugged indifferently, the purpose of his coming here had already been achieved for the most part, and his cultivation had soared directly to ninety-one qi and blood lines.

While there were still ten days left, he was still ready to kill again, and most of the female nuns here were beautiful and intoxicating, which made him taste fresh, and it was already a little unforgettable.

This is simply the perfect place for him.

"Don't be too complacent, if this goes on like this, someone will come to cure you sooner or later!" said the last man.

Luo Heng laughed when he heard this: "What kind of white-faced god do you mean? I won't tell you, don't wait for him to come to me, my next target is him!"

"As for you, just hide here and wait for ten days!"

After saying that, Luo Heng flew up directly, without looking at the three people who were still sitting cross-legged, and quickly left in the distance.

"To stop him, there are a lot of people gathered there. The man in yellow said.

"Can you stop him?" the woman scoffed.

"But what is the effect of some stragglers? Moreover, the cultivation of the white-faced evil god should not be as high as Luo Heng, you must know that now Luo Heng's rank has reached sixty-one. Moreover, after the ninety lines of qi and blood, each additional one is a level of one percent, and the strength is far from the same. ”

"Even so, I'm afraid it won't please you. The man in yellow was still a little unwilling.

......

Far away, Fang Yuanli stood on top of a mountain peak.

"What do the mountains and rivers mean, if the killing of mountains and rivers is similar to the way of killing, do you want me to destroy these mountains and rivers?"

He shook his head suddenly: "No, how can there be good and evil in the mountains and rivers?

"I still can't figure it out, I can't figure it out!"

The more Fang gradually left it, the more he found that he couldn't understand it, and his mind couldn't help but become confused and irritable.

The difficulty of this comprehension is not as difficult as cultivation, and penance is also fruitless, and the taste of not being able to ask for it makes Fang gradually leave feeling as if he is missing something, and he is uncomfortable.

In the blink of an eye, five days have passed.

"Ahh

The irritability in his heart had reached its limit, and his eyes were bloodshot.

In the depths of his eyes, a touch of stubbornness gradually emerged, and he really didn't believe it, could it be that this simple few words would make him think about it all day and gain nothing?

As a result, he fell into a state of attachment and began to gallop between heaven and earth, leaping over the mountains and rivers.

Even he soared to the extreme in the sky, overlooking down, and felt everything.

Four more days passed.

I don't know if heaven and earth are deliberately targeting him, just as Fang gradually felt a kind of ethereal aura.

A man carried a knife, and with one knife he directly disemboweled an unsuspecting female cultivator.

"Boy, let me die!"