"Buzzing ......" trembled slightly, countless winding ghost painting runes appeared on the ground within a radius of ten zhang, all of which were shining with spiritual light, but they were a teleportation rune array. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Let's go. Before the old man surnamed Shao could speak, his sleeves rolled up, and suddenly, Liu Meier and the other three juniors were coerced by the old man surnamed Shao and disappeared into this teleportation talisman array together.

The moment the "Hum ......" rune array was activated, all kinds of spiritual light overwhelmed the four of them.

A moment later, the aura dissipated, and the four of them were long gone. As for the rune array, it was a "poof", and the whole explosion was opened, the runes were destroyed, and there was no trace of the rune array.

......

In the Fog Spirit Gate.

The main plate of the mountain sits on top of a mountain peak.

The masters of the Thousand Mountains Realm are also sitting in various places.

This time, the first battle of the sea of ruins is just more than a month. And the mountain realms they each hold are mostly far away from the Fog Spirit Gate, and it will take several days to come and go.

In this way, it is naturally better to wait for the results in this fog spirit gate.

Once you have gained a lot from the cultivation of your mountain realm, you can also take a lot of the gains from these scattered cultivations. And the Fog Spirit Gate will also give some rewards.

Of course, it is impossible to give such a treasure elixir as Tsukidan lightly.

However, after so many years of operation and accumulation, many mountain realm families have also accumulated enough merit here in the Fog Spirit Gate, and this time may be enough to exchange for a Tsukidan.

For the Thousand Mountains Realm family, everything else is false, and only the foundation building monk is the greatest guardian of the family. And the more foundation building monks in the family, the more stable the status will naturally become.

It will also be more and more valued by the Fog Spirit Gate, and many benefits can be obtained.

These benefits, in terms of a behemoth like the Wuling Gate, may be just leftovers and clear soup, but for the Qianshan family, they are difficult to find.

Now, they are all waiting with their own minds.

The Fog Spirit Gate also has a lot of foundation building cultivation, waiting outside this huge teleportation gate.

These monks, some of whom are well-informed, all swipe the mountain lord who has a bit of the temperament of a faction from time to time, and sneered in their hearts.

Indeed, the current mountain lord is the head of the Xinglin Waterfall lineage, and he is the helmsman of a small sect, with monstrous power, which is simply a little more noble than all the ancestors of the Qianshan family.

But so what?

In front of the Fog Spirit Gate, isn't it an ant to be killed?

It's easy to wipe out!

Now, in the Fog Spirit Gate, some people in power have already moved their minds to destroy the Xinglin Waterfall, but the crime is to weave one or two well. After all, there is nothing wrong with the saying that a big fist is the last word.

But......

Rabbit dead dog cooking!

Every creature feels for its kind!

If it is indiscriminate, it will destroy the Xinglin Waterfall, and it is difficult to guarantee that the Qianshan family will not have different hearts. This is naturally not what the Fog Spirit Gate wants to see.

Therefore, this matter has to be slowly figured out.

Over the years, Xinglin Waterfall has saved lives and helped the wounded, but it has accumulated countless wealth!

Wealth is not exposed!

The body is strong enough, but it is not born with fangs, so it is no wonder that the tiger and wolf hunted it as a lamb. If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for being too weak.

Destroying the Xinglin Waterfall, in the end, it is natural to dispatch them, the foundation building elders.

When the time comes, whoever grabs this task will be a good deal. After all, this means that there are many benefits to be gained from being close to the water.

As long as it is not too much, even the head will not be held accountable.

The mountain lord meditated, as if in meditation.

But the hidden sweep of the surrounding thoughts was a subtle reflection of his sea of consciousness, but he did not react to it at all.

A bunch of ants!

is a master of network building in the Fog Spirit Gate, and he will not put it in his eyes when he is idle. After all, no matter how much Xinglin Waterfall falls, it is ultimately a branch of the ancient great sect Haori Sect, and in some fields, it is much stronger than the Fog Spirit Sect.

"Huh?" the mountain lord suddenly moved.

However, he received a secret summons from the old man surnamed Shao and learned all the information about Fang Yang.

"Hehe, it's a very interesting little guy, it's a pity to ......" sighed slightly, and the mountain owner was silent.

Obviously, he is also not optimistic about the other party's anode.

How difficult is it to survive in the sea of ruins?

Besides, it's a seriously injured body?!

......

In the sea of ruins, in a deserted cave, Fang Yang was still cultivating on his knees.

Now, he has recovered about one percent of his strength, and his injuries have been alleviated to a certain extent, but his strength is only one percent, and it is not much stronger than that of ordinary mortal pulse qi refining masters.

That's not enough!

So, keep cultivating.

Outside the cave, the corpse slave guarded quietly for three days, and also struggled inwardly, and the heavens and men fought for three days, finally, after sensing that Fang Yang's strength seemed to be slowly recovering, there was a trace of fierceness in his eyes, as if he had finally made a certain decision.

"Boom!" Once the decision was made, the corpse slave became decisive and swayed, and disappeared into the cave.

Although this cave is long, it is only more than ten zhang, and it is simply an instant for a corpse slave who has reached a kind of extreme speed. In this rapid journey, the corpse slave did not make any sound strangely, and quickly arrived at the place where Fang Yang was sitting, and slammed towards Fang Yang with one claw.

It wasn't until this claw crashed down that there was a earth-shattering thunderous sound.

And at this moment, the claws of the corpse slave were already less than a few feet away from Fang Yang.

The next moment, it will be a skull!

However, at this moment, Fang Yang moved.

"Hum ......" phantom spell is cast.

The corpse slave snorted, as if he expected Fang Yang to change, and pursued with one claw, his body fluttering, like a shadow. But at this moment, his body suddenly shook and suddenly sank downward.

At the foot of the foot, I don't know when, a small piece of mud appeared.

This is......

Pseudo-blood spirituality, quagmire!

"Boom!" Fang Yang flipped it over, and directly took out the black blood murder knife, and slashed it fiercely, which was a dream knife that attacked the corpse slave directly.

"The mire?" the corpse slave seemed to recognize this technique, and couldn't help but be annoyed. Although he controlled a kind of extreme speed, he didn't notice it for a while, and was plotted by Fang Yang, his feet fell, and he couldn't move, so he could only shake this blow.

"Boom!" the corpse slave waved his hand, and it was also a slash.

This knife is the scimitar that the sarcophagus has turned into.

"Peng!" The corpse slave's body shook and sank again, and the mud was knees-down.

And Fang Yang was not easy, his body shook, and he retreated more than ten steps one after another, almost hitting the rock wall behind him. Forcibly stabilizing his figure, Fang Yang was also shocked.

"You hid your strength before?"

"Not bad. The corpse slave said coldly.

In the faint words, an amazing scene appeared.

On the feet of the corpse slave, a rich corpse aura was emitted, and it actually forced the power of the mire away a little. Taking advantage of this, the corpse slave was steaming under his feet, and he actually entrusted it out of the mire.