In the next few days, Fang gradually left the habit of going out to collect resentful spirits when night fell, and during the day, he resumed pranayama or practiced.

After going back and forth, six days passed quickly, and Fang gradually left the ghost slaying talisman and there were already more than thirty marks on it.

With the increase in the number of marks on Fang Wanli's ghost slaying talisman, his cultivation finally reached the peak of the fourth percent of Qi Sea Kai.

Ordinary people, if the strength of the physical body reaches 3,500 jin when the qi sea is opened to the fourth percent, without saying a word, they will definitely choose to break through in retreat.

But Fang gradually left the difference, he only had the strength of 3,500 catties when he had just broken through to the fourth percent.

So his goal is much more than that, he wants to lay an absolutely solid foundation, not a momentary breakthrough.

And now, he was really only one step away from being able to condense the lines of qi and blood.

This step, Fang gradually left at this time, but he couldn't be in a hurry.

For no other reason, after today, tomorrow night will be the full moon day mentioned on the Yanxia contact talisman paper.

Condensing the pattern of qi and blood and breaking through the shackles is not as simple as imagined, but it requires a lot of preparations to be made in advance, so Fang gradually leaves the plan to move this matter here after the matter is over.

With his mind set up to pay attention, Fang gradually jumped down from the city wall and came to a ghostly fire that suddenly appeared in the far distance.

"Why is he still like this?" the group of scattered cultivators on the west wall looked at each other when they saw Fang gradually leaving.

In the past few days, the three major sects have recovered, so they don't dare to go to the other city walls to collect resentful spirits.

But I didn't expect that after a few days, this person is still like this, could it be that he is dead-eyed and has a tendon in his brain?

Although it was rumored that this person was a disciple of the Super Sect, this did not prevent the evaluation of Fang Yanli in the hearts of the scattered cultivators from lowering again.

"The disciples of the super sect, don't you dare to provoke the disciples of the three major sects of the Great Shu Kingdom?" Zheng Ye leaned over to Xu Zhou's side and said quietly.

The disciples of the dignified super sects, but they have to huddle together with the scattered cultivators, and they don't even dare to meet with the people of the three major sects?

"Silence! Don't be heard!" Xu Zhou's eyes widened and he said seriously.

That being said, it can also be seen from the suspicious gaze in his eyes that he also has some special thoughts.

......

There was silence in the night, and Fang gradually moved away from the ground full of white bone barbs, constantly chasing the ghost fire in front of him.

As he subdued the number of resentful spirits, he gradually became more proficient, and it took less time to subdue a ghostly fire.

It's just that the strange thing is that the ghost fire in front of you today is quite strange, and the speed of its escape is staggering.

Often Fang gradually left the luck and blood just now, and before he was completely close to this ghost fire, the latter had already rushed out, which was really incomprehensible.

And gradually, Fang gradually left the ghost fire and entered the depths of the giant pit of the ghost city, and the distance from the western wall reached more than ten miles.

"It's a little weird..."Fang Yuanli was not a fool, and immediately paused.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

His eyes narrowed, and Fang gradually stared at the ghost fire in front of him, and his intuition told him that all this was not normal.

Or rather, it seems that something behind it is deliberately manipulating.

withdrew, Fang gradually left and gritted his teeth, didn't look at the ghost fire, and turned around directly to leave.

Although a ghost fire can add a mark to his ghost slaying talisman, after all, this place is the place where hundreds of thousands of mortals were killed in the first place, even if hundreds of years have passed, it is still strange and careless.

But just when Fang was about to turn around,

"Whew-" and a large ghost fire rose from behind him.

At the same time, a familiar and unfamiliar old voice came from behind Fang Gradually Away, making Fang Gradually Leave his body tremble, and his eyes were full of shock.

"Don't you want to know the answer?"

Boom, rub, rub, rub, boom A cluster of ghost fires flickered around, covering a radius of several zhang completely, and also surrounded Fang gradually separated from the group.

Fang gradually turned away from his stiff and cold body.

Familiar wooden boards, familiar two pots of tea, but not familiar people.

Behind this plank is a black wood carving with a terrifying shape.

If you look closely, you can see that the wood carving is the appearance of an old woman, and there is only a part of the head.

The old woman's face on the wood carving seems to maintain the shape of crying, and two lines of blood and tears continue to flow from her eye sockets.

"I didn't expect you to really be mortal. Fang gradually centrifuged the bottom cold, only to feel that the hairs were all upside down.

"Why don't you come for the third pot of tea?" the expression of the old woman's face on the wood carving was fixed and unchanged, but a voice came from it.

Hearing the old woman's words, the ghost made a miracle, Fang Yanli seemed to be unable to control his legs, and slowly walked towards the wood carving.

When the wood carving approached, Fang gradually sat down from the plate, and there was only a wooden board between him and the wood carving, and then he woke up.

The old woman's black eyes on the wood carving stared at her, making Fang gradually twitch fiercely.

However, the closer he got to this wood carving, when he was terrified, Fang gradually calmed down a little.

After only a moment's pause, he took out the third teapot he had seen outside the ghost town from his storage bag and gently rested it on the wooden plank.

The smoke of the ——, and ghosts blew up, like rolling up the sand.

The wind and sand fell, and the wood carving in front of him had been replaced by an old woman in Mai.

"As I said that day, the first teapot, I called it mourning, mourning the hundreds of thousands of people who died, and the second one I named it desolation, lamenting that this place had been barren for hundreds of years. And the third teapot, I didn't choose a name.

What I said at the time shouldn't actually count now, so the third teapot has already had a name, I don't know if you can guess?"

The old woman gently fiddled with the third black teapot and asked slowly.

"Something to do with the mortals here?" replied forcefully, although Fang gradually felt his scalp explode.

"You are indeed different from the spiritual men of this world. The old woman smiled strangely.

"The third pot of tea, called Fan Sorrow, laments the injustice of heaven, endless pain, and indelible hatred!" The old woman's voice became more and more hoarse, crossing the air and gradually leaving her ears, and finally it was like a roar.

The surrounding ghost fires continued to tremble, echoing the old woman's roar.

"Mortals are indeed sad, but I only feel it because I have lived with mortals for a while. There have never been saints in the world, but those spirits have never come to the mortal world. Fang Wanli shook his head and said.

With the conversation with the old woman, his heart has calmed down.

"No! those spirits don't, you say that, just because you're fundamentally different from them. The expression on the old woman's face also calmed down and said.

Fundamentally different from a spiritual priest, Fang gradually left for the first time to hear such words.

If you really want to say that they are fundamentally different from spiritual people, then they are only mortals.

"Naturally, you are different from those spirits. The old woman suddenly laughed.

"I am an ordinary wood carving, born by the will of 100,000 resentful souls here, and I have been cultivating for hundreds of years. I have insight into the human heart, and you are the first spiritual person I have ever seen who has no 'evil'. ”

She is a wood carving that responds to the will of 100,000 resentful souls? !

However, Fang gradually left notice, and heard another keyword.

"Evil?" he had heard of for the first time.

"Mortal evil is the name I created, I devoured a lot of spirits, and found that all spirits will have something in the deepest part of their souls, this kind of thing is invisible and formless, and it will disappear almost the moment when the spirits die, but after all, I am the wisdom of hundreds of thousands of resentful souls, and in the end, I still sensed it, this is mortal evil.

The soul contains all evil spirits, and the nature is to be the enemy of mortals, and this cannot be changed unless the spirit is killed.

I always thought that everyone in the world was evil, and the conflict between spirits and mortals could not be resolved, but since you drank my tea that day, I have learned that there is no mortal evil in your soul, which is really amazing. ”

"I don't have any evil?" Fang was stunned.

He had always thought that his attitude towards mortals was different from that of the spirits around him, all because of his special experience, but now the old woman told him that the real reason was that he did not have such a thing as 'mortal evil'.

According to this speculation, Mo Fei Aning is also not evil?

The old woman looked at Fang Yuanli's face seriously, and her cloudy swollen eyes suddenly flashed.

"It's not so much that it's so troublesome, it's better to say that you're not like a person here. ”

Don't look like people here? Fang gradually understood the true meaning of this sentence, but he didn't seem to understand it.

But does this mean that he is not like a spiritual man, or is he not like a mortal?

Or is he an outsider?

"I..." Fang gradually opened his mouth, but was stopped by the old woman with her hand.

The old woman picked up the third teapot, and tea had already appeared in it.

The tea pot had already been prepared, and the tea was pulled away from the teapot by the old woman and fell obliquely into the tea pot.

The tea in it is really amazing, with a faint white mist, and the contents are completely unreadable except for the tea pot.

"Anyway, since you are not evil, that is the one I have been looking for.

If I say, mortal sorrow is in this, would you like to taste this third pot of tea?"

The old woman picked up the teapot and raised it above her eyebrows.

Fang gradually left to look at the dense piece of tea in the teapot, and his mind became a mess.

He knew so much today, so shocked that he couldn't fully react now.

But he still took the tea pot in front of him.

However, when the tea pot was brought closer, Fang gradually left and found that the mist in it slowly dissipated and turned into nothing, and there was nothing in the tea pot.

"It looks like you're not ready. The old woman shook her head regretfully and said.

"Then let's think again. The old woman said, her voice gradually ethereal.

Fang gradually left extremely confused, and just wanted to ask the specifics, but suddenly felt that the sky was dark in his mind, and his whole body was cold and thorough, as if he had fallen into an abyss.

Followed by

"Ha-ha-" He woke up suddenly, gasping for air.

A desolate breath entered his nostrils.

Just in the blink of an eye, seeing the surrounding environment that was completely unrelated to Fang Cai, Fang Yanli's face became extremely shocked.

Around him were iron pillars, and he was lying in the middle of the iron pillars.

There are also mottled marks on the iron pillars, and it is impossible to tell whether they are rust or blood.

He is no stranger to all this, this is actually a deserted city!

He actually returned to the deserted city in an instant!

This is a ghost town for hundreds of miles, a deserted city!

Fang gradually staggered to his feet, shuttling between the iron pillars.

In just a moment, he had already realized that he was really no longer in a ghost town.

The same barren grass, the same square full of iron pillars, everything seems to be back to half a moon ago.

Although this place is a little different from the deserted city that Fang gradually passed by, the desolate and dilapidated aura that spreads from it is undeniably a deserted city.

Another deserted city.