The rainbow light flew out from the imperial capital Bian Cheng, and Fang gradually galloped towards the direction of the Shenyin Sect without stopping.

And the news of the arrival of the strange strong man in the Great Shu Kingdom has spread far and wide, in this inexplicable silent and gray place, like a flowing fire, many people look up at the rainbow, with fear and awe in their eyes.

Especially in such a sensitive period, the sudden arrival of Yudan is more like a signal that makes some uneasy hearts even more unpredictable.

Fang Zhen's spiritual consciousness expanded more than ten times after Yudan, and when he flew over the cities, he also noticed some changes that made him suspicious in his heart.

Pedestrians in the city may have heard of the wind, Fang gradually left to learn that there has been a big move in the funeral gate recently, it seems that a mountain range has been found in the extreme west, and there is actually a half-dead giant beast in the mountain, what is it, people are secretive.

For this kind of news, Fang Yanli immediately thought of the water and light spring on the top of the mountain, when a disciple of the mourning sect left his elders to run alone, thinking that after coming, the mourning sect would pay attention to the other place.

And it is also vaguely consistent with what Yao Chi said at the beginning, there is a terrifying existence underneath.

However, whether this is the case or not, Fang Yanli did not have time to confirm, and the first moment he cared about the Divine Hidden Sect.

The Shenyin Sect is located on the western border of the Great Shu Kingdom, and if there is a move in the mourning door, it will inevitably affect the Shenyin.

Aning ...... It's still in the Divine Hidden Sect.

Thinking of this, Fang gradually left his back a little hot, and his speed was faster.

The size of a country is no longer enough for Fang to gradually leave the gallop for a day, when the red sun is gradually west, and the twilight is gradually sinking, Fang gradually leaves to see the familiar boundary.

Bang!

The two disciples at the mountain gate of the Divine Hidden Sect saw a rainbow light mixed with thunder flying in the distance, and their ears were full of the roar of wind and thunder.

A young man landed in front of him.

Fang gradually left to look at these two mountain sect disciples, and the cultivation of the sea of qi was eighty percent, and they were not people in the mourning sect.

With a sigh of relief in his heart, a token was thrown at the two people whose eyes gradually changed into shock.

"The core disciple is gradually leaving, quickly give way to the pass!"

The two of them watched Fang gradually leave in a daze, and they didn't react for a while.

Who is this person? Core disciple? Why is the momentum so terrifying? Even a few elders can't reach this level at all.

In front of Fang Yanli's slightly revealing momentum, the two of them felt stuffy in their chests, almost out of breath.

It wasn't until Fang Wanli frowned and asked again that the two of them took the token as if they had just woken up from a dream.

It's really the token of the core disciple, could this person really be a core disciple?

The existence of this kind of cultivation, even if they want to stop it, they can't stop it at all, not to mention that the latter also took out the token, so it should be true.

The two glanced at each other, with some helplessness and complexity in their eyes.

Recently, it has not been very peaceful, especially Shenyin, who is in dire straits......

This senior brother is clearly cultivated to be powerful, could it be that he returned in response to the call of the elders?

In any case, this was not something they could take care of, so they only respectfully returned the Fang Fade Token, and then opened the mountain gate.

Fang gradually left but suddenly spoke: "Recently, Shenyin is well?"

Hearing this, the faces of the two changed slightly, and their expressions fell into Fang Yanli's eyes, and their hearts sank.

"Say!" the spiritual pressure dropped.

One person was shocked, and he didn't know why this senior brother had a sudden seizure, so he hurriedly said: "Half a year ago, many disciples and elders of the mourning sect came and recruited most of the disciples, saying that they were going to the west to look for spiritual signs......

Before he finished speaking, the person in front of him had already disappeared in the wind.

Fang gradually left the mood depressed and nervously flying, almost the moment he recognized the direction, he decisively flew towards Huming Island.

But when he approached the other place, his spiritual sense swept over and found that Huming Island was now empty and barren, and the brothers who used to come and go were long gone.

Zongyi Temple, Zhuoyun Peak, Spirit Temple, Pingding Peak, all places are desolate, completely different from when Fang gradually left.

Most importantly, Aning...... Absence!

Fang gradually left the light in his eyes, and immediately flew towards the center of the Divine Hidden Sect.

The central ban is still there, and it has not been damaged at all, could it be that Yun Yinzi has protected A-Ning?

There is such an expectation in Fang gradually centrifugation.

It seemed to feel his breath, but in a moment, a blue light tore the prohibition apart, and there was a little tiredness in the originally Qingyue's pleasant voice: "Are you ......here?"

"Can the Master of the Sect be there?" Fang gradually asked.

"Come with me. Qingguang was a little lonely for some reason, and after finishing speaking, he galloped somewhere.

Fang gradually left his eyes and condensed slightly, with his current cultivation, he couldn't see through that blue light, what kind of cultivation did this green envoy do?

All the way through the clouds and mist, until he saw the sycamore on the Mingluan Peak, Fang gradually centrifuged and was startled.

At this time, the sycamore was dark and dull, like a dead state, and an indescribable sense of loneliness was extremely dazzling.

In this situation, Fang was a little confused: "He, what's wrong with him?"

The blue light fell on the sycamore, and when the light dissipated, a tired Qingluan snuggled up to the trunk of the tree, as if to tell the simplest truth:

"People are born, old, sick and die, and he also lives to the end. ”

Chinese parasol tree...... He's dead?

How could it be? It's too sudden, like an extra bamboo chip dropped during divination, surprisingly silent. In this way, Yun Yinzi also ......

"He left you a bell of life and death, which contains his three paths of life, if you want to ask anything, ring the bell of life and death to make him come back. Qingluan waved his wings a little messily, pushed away the clouds, and saw a big black bell in the clouds.

This big bell has been seen by Fang gradually away.

At the beginning, there was a glimpse, could it be that Wutong or Yun Yinzi had an arrangement at that time.

He suddenly thought of something even more terrible, and his lips turned purple.

"Where's Aning?"

Qingluan raised her drooping eyelids, as if she was a little surprised, Fang gradually left and remembered the mortal woman.

Cultivating the Tao and cultivating the mind, five years have passed, and the heart should be more and more plain, and the existence of these weak ants should not still be deeply remembered.

Of course, she couldn't understand the relationship between Fang Wanli and A Ning.

After thinking about it, Qingluan replied: "I was taken away by the mourners, Wutong is not here, and I can't do without the ban." It is the time of internal and external troubles, not only that woman, but most of the disciples of my sect also have elders......"

A pitch-black line flew out, and Fang gradually stepped on the Baosuo and broke through the air directly.

Qingluan looked at Fang Yuanli's figure in astonishment, allowing the latter to pass through the forbidden system that had not yet been closed, and finally left the sect.

"You're right again. Qingluan rubbed the dead bark affectionately, like a whisper between lovers and me.

It's just that drops of clear tears are falling, awakening gorgeous cyan flowers on the dry ground, full of vitality.

But it can't be exchanged for a glimmer of life for the old sycamore tree.

"I'll wait for you...... to fulfill your dreams...... Then they grow old together and wither together in splendor. ”