The southwest corner of the Shenyin Sect, this is a relatively remote place in the Shenyin Sect, although there are a few caves, but they are all for ordinary disciples.

The cave house that Fang gradually left is located here.

Fang gradually opened his eyes reluctantly, a faint bitter taste came from his mouth, and the pill left by Luo Lingbo gradually dissolved from his mouth.

He was actually conscious all along, and although it was a little vague, he could still know what was going on.

Time passed little by little, and his cave mansion was indeed remote in the sect, and now the sunset sky was dusk, and no one passed by the cave mansion that Fang was gradually leaving.

Finally, his fingers moved, and he coughed softly.

Every cough would bring out a little blood foam from the corner of his mouth, and at the same time lead to the hidden injuries in his body.

After another half an hour, the sky was completely dark, and the moonlight fell on Fang Yuanli's face, and he barely sat up from the ground.

The power of the healing pill is gone.

Taking out a small bottle from the storage bag, he swallowed all the remaining pills in it, Fang gradually shook off the bottle weakly, picked up the storage bag next to him, and then got up from the ground with difficulty.

Letting the behemoth medicinal power in his body disperse, the meridians were faintly painful, but Fang gradually left but did not open his cave.

Limping, he walked along the path opened in front of the cave and headed for the foot of the mountain.

His cave house is set on the mountainside, and he stays at home on weekdays, and the few times he also uses light talismans, this is the first time to walk this trail.

The trail was not easy to walk, and he was now extremely weak, so he had a hard time walking.

On the trail of less than a mile, Fang gradually walked a whole stick of incense before coming to the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain is a weed, and insects and frogs are chirping at night.

Naturally, there are no demon beasts in the sect.

Fang gradually didn't go far away, and came to the end of the trail.

Pulling out all the weeds and sorting out a square space, he endured the pain of his heart and slowly squatted down.

Stretching out his hands, he dug into the ground.

Fortunately, his physical strength was good, and the soil here was soft, so although he was seriously injured, the pit that was half a foot deep was quickly dug out.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but only made his face more embarrassed.

Standing still for a moment, he ripped the clothes off his chest and laid them in the dirt pit.

Carefully take out the corpses of the two Hanabi in the storage bag, close the eyes of the Hanafire, and put them in the dirt pit.

Then, after a few more moments, he filled in the pit and covered it with a new layer of soil.

"Two. Fang gradually left the tomb of flowers and trees, his voice was hoarse, and his face was unprecedentedly solemn.

After a pause, he was about to say something, when a misty white smoke swayed from the newly covered soil.

White smoke curled and swirled around the square.

Fang gradually drifted away from the hazy field of vision, and seemed to see a lot of pictures, nothing more than mortals being brutally tortured and killed by spiritual priests, and the monks were killed and injured by thousands of people with magical powers.

This is a resentment that persists after death, which presents not only the tragic encounter of Huamu and Huahuo, but also the current situation of all mortals between heaven and earth.

Fang Yanli looked at the hazy white smoke, and slowly spoke: "Life and death are greater than the sky, the death of the two of you is really inseparable from me, I really feel guilty, in my lifetime, I will definitely avenge the two of you!"

Whoosh, the white smoke trembled for a moment, drifting towards the sky, this was just a grievance, leaving the tomb of flowers and trees, and then dissolving into heaven and earth.

The traces of the last survival of these two mortals were also completely obscured as the resentment dissipated.

Fang gradually left his mind thinking about what had happened before, and his heart instantly felt infinite emotion, puzzled, and amazed.

Why? There are so many injustices in the world.

Under the superficially harmonious Shenyin Sect, there is actually the omnipresent cruelty of the cultivation realm.

Although Fang gradually left the world without fear and belonged to the lord who was not afraid of heaven and earth, he couldn't help but feel a chill at this time.

"In the world, the spirit priest is in charge, in the past, I was under the jurisdiction of the small Invincible Sect, and I thought it was nothing more than that. Today, I suffered this great humiliation, and I was also killed by two people... The way of this world is distorted, and everyone thinks that mortals are nothing more than mustard, and human life is as small as ashes.

This heavenly way is unjust! This heaven is against the mandate of heaven!

All men are created equal, so why should there be a distinction between spiritual men and mortals!

Here, I gradually make a big oath that if I attain the Tao in the future, I will definitely give justice to all mortals in heaven and earth, and I must question Heaven and reverse all this unfair way of heaven!"

As if he had a feeling, he suddenly spoke.

In short, a life and death oath is made like this.

Because of the injury, his voice was not loud, but it seemed unusually firm.

Fang gradually shook away from his body, and felt that there seemed to be some change in his spirit, and he couldn't explain it clearly.

It wasn't until much later that he knew that this was the ambition against the sky, the beginning of the indomitable and unending immortal ambition.

Those who have no great ambitions are talented and vulgar.

Today, at the foot of Dongfu Mountain, Fang gradually left to make a grand wish, and his heart has first walked ahead of many people.

It can be said that although this time almost killed him, it also helped him understand his will and settle his mind.

The medicinal power in his body had completely exploded, reaching its peak at this moment, and Fang gradually regained a little blood color from his pale face.

Finding the dry birch from a distance, Fang gradually left to split the birch with the little strength he had left.

Immediately, he carved the word 'tomb' on a wooden board made of birch.

And he made a bright light out of the remaining birch wood, and stood in front of the tomb, and at last he bowed, and then turned and departed.

There is no banner in the Ming Dynasty, except that the names of the two people are written on it, and there is a line of words in the bottom corner.

'The vow-taker is leaving. ’

......

Walking slowly on the path, Fang gradually left without being too immersed in the humiliation of being almost killed today.

If you keep looking at the past, you will only sink into it.

He carefully recalled every detail of the battle, and observed every movement and expression of Fu Wanzhao.

"He's definitely not a natural supernatural person!" Fang gradually decided.

Although he couldn't say why, no matter how Fang Wanli thought about it, he felt that Fu Wanzhao was not the same as those who were born with supernatural powers.

The reason is that Fu Wanzhao rarely uses his supernatural powers, and it seems that he is reluctant to use it or it is difficult to use it.

But according to Fang gradually leaving, the innate supernatural powers are extremely close to the supernatural powers, and they should be accompanied by them all the time and exposed.

If Fu Wanzhao is a celestial supernatural power, Fang gradually detached himself and would rather believe that his own inexplicable bewitching ability when there are many people is a natural supernatural power.

Is that just possible? It's just a matter of making life laugh in vain!

"Senior brother!" was thinking about it when he heard a familiar voice.

When I looked up, the person who came was tall and thin, and his eyes were bulging, giving people a feeling that this person's eyes were very bad, and it was naturally Yan Xia.

And Fang gradually left unconsciously, and returned to the cave again.

"Senior Brother Yan. Fang Yanli nodded slightly, as a greeting, he was physically and mentally tired, and he didn't want to abide by too much red tape.

"Senior brother, how did you become like this?" Yan Xia could see at a glance that Fang was injured, and immediately asked with concern.

"It's fine, it's just a minor injury. Fang Yanli waved his hand, walked to the front of the cave, opened the door of the cave, and staggered in.

"How can it be okay, I see that your Yin Tang is black, your qi and blood are backlashing, and your injuries are not light. Yan Xia entered the cave as Fang gradually left, still with a look of concern.

"Can you see this?" Rao Shi Fang was tired and unusually tired now, still smiling speechlessly.

Cultivators, what Yintang is black, and the blood is backlash, it is nothing, it is nothing more than a fabrication in the magazine's anecdotes.

And Yan Xia's eyesight has seen it, and he really doesn't dare to compliment it with his ability to distinguish people.

Thinking of these things, he slowly lay down on the stone bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior brother, don't believe it, I can really see your Yin Tang black, but it seems to have dissipated. Yan Xia sat on the edge of the stone bed and continued.

"Senior brother, why did you think of coming to me?" Fang Yanli said directly.

"Senior Sister Luo came to me for some reason and asked me to come to you. As soon as he said this, Yan Xia was really diverted, and looked at Fang gradually leaving strangely.

"Could it be that you were beaten like this by Senior Sister Luo? He looked at the dried blood on Fang Yanli's shoulders and arms, and exclaimed.

"This rakshasa is too much! it's just infuriating!" Yan Xia looked at the injuries on Fang Yanli's body, and the more he talked, the more angry he became, and finally stood up, his tone becoming extremely angry.

"Rakshasa..."Fang gradually rolled his eyes, this Yan Xia would really give people a nickname.

However, this rakshasa is really not in line with that senior sister, Fang gradually left thinking.