A scene that made the dialect grieve and 'desire', crossed in front of him, and soon after, it was suddenly shattered.xshuotxt almost all the books he wanted to read.,It's much more stable and updated faster than the average station.,There are no ads-Gradually,Dialect began to despair,Those things that worked hard to guard,Give him hope are shattered one by one in front of his eyes,Gone with the wind,And he can't do anything.,Watching,The raging flames in the 'chest' are being extinguished little by little.。

The dialect has been deeply immersed in it, washed away by the great grief over and over again, his consciousness has slowly become more and more unbearable, and the primordial spirit in the sea of consciousness has also begun to become a little blurred, no matter how he struggles, it seems that he cannot escape the fate of this collapse.

These are the real weaknesses of the dialect, this monk who seems to be a fairy wind dao with fluttering bones, but he has a deep heart in his bones, and these illusions really hit his vital point, crushing him alive and falling into eternal destruction. The ideals, expectations, persistence and watchfulness of the past are all about to shatter at this moment and drift away with the wind.

Suddenly, a voice came from nowhere, deep and gentle, "Yan'er, why are you here alone, what about your mother?

It seemed to be the voice of his father Fang Tong, Fang Yan's heart shook suddenly, and his whole body couldn't stop trembling, struggling to sit up, but he couldn't move. I couldn't even say a word to my father, Fang Yan used all his strength, but he couldn't say a word, and his whole body trembled even more in a hurry.

"Yan'er, you have suffered these days, but you don't have to feel wronged, as a man of the Fang family, you should be like this. Yan'er, your immortal path has just begun, my father has long said that you are lucky, he will definitely do more than others in the future, you can see a longer and farther immortal path, my father believes that you will be able to do it. A little tribulation is nothing to you, but a stepping stone for you to ascend to a high place, and the Father will watch you behind you and watch you forever......"

The familiar words sounded in Fang Yan's ears again, making Fang Yan's heart 'agitated' and unsettled, and he couldn't do anything when he tried to sit up several times, and his heart became extremely anxious. Fang Tong's gentle words were like a stream of heat, and Fang Yan seemed to sense what was happening, and his hands were desperately stretched out into the air, as if to grasp these words tightly.

And the voice that made him feel warm suddenly seemed to be about to leave him, becoming faintly ethereal, and the dialect was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, while his body seemed to be tightly bound, and he could not break free.

"Ahh Please come here to read this book

"Father!" Fang Yan immediately shouted, looking around, Fang Tong's voice was still in his ears, and all his worries, worries, and many thoughts he had recently wanted to confide in him one by one, even he didn't expect that these thoughts had accumulated in his heart to such a huge number.

"Yan'er, are you awake, are you scared to death? Who were you shouting just now?" A familiar voice came from his ears again, but it was not Fang Tong's, it was his mother's concerned question. Fang Yan hurriedly opened his eyes, where was the slightest scene just now, and there was still a black fog all around, and there was black and heavy dirt all over the place.

Everyone looked at the dialect nervously, and didn't know how to speak, but just gathered in front of him and looked at him with concern. Fang Yan was still a little immersed in the illusion, his mind was full of his father's words, but the scene in front of him also made him somewhat realize, he knew that what he had experienced before might be a mental catastrophe.

Looking at his mother, Fang Yan didn't dare to 'mess' about it, and he didn't plan to reveal a word about being awakened by his father from the illusion, so as not to make his mother even more worried. And he was very worried about Nancheng at the moment, his father entered his heart for no reason, and woke himself up from the boundless darkness, which made Fang Yan's heart strange, and inexplicable worries came from time to time, more intense than ever.

"Mother, it's okay, the child may be too tired. Fang Yan tried to stabilize his mind, looked at Lin Shi and said softly, and nodded to everyone with emotion.

"Nonsense, how can you be like you when you are tired, you fall asleep while talking, and suddenly wake up inexplicably, is there any injury on your body, Qingluan quickly help him take a look. "It's better not to explain this explanation, the Lin clan won't believe it even if he doesn't cultivate.

"It's really fine, don't worry, I'm fine now. My mother said I fell asleep, how long have I been asleep, and what has happened recently?" He felt as if it had been a long time, and he was worried about what was going on here.

"It's less than a quarter of an hour, but fortunately, young master, you woke up quickly, otherwise my mother would be worried about death. Qingluan said leisurely, tears were faintly visible on his face. And Fang Yan was surprised when he heard it, he clearly felt that it had been a long time, and too many things had happened in the illusion, why had such a little time passed in the outside world.

I don't want to talk about this matter anymore, and if I continue to talk about it, it may make everyone more and more worried, and the matter of my father is heavily pressed on his heart, and he is afraid that the Lin family will see it, so he immediately skips this matter on the grounds of being in a hurry.

Under the leadership of the dialect, the group walked forward aimlessly, with his feelings, where the demonic qi was sparse, he would go, first leave Guiyun Mountain far away, and then say, he was still a little uneasy about those demonic cultivation dialects.

On the road, Fang Yan was still looking back on the illusion he had experienced, and he didn't talk about the danger, in fact, now he was sure that what he had experienced was a demon soul tribulation, which was the most terrifying of the heart tribulation. If there is no inexplicable call from his father, the dialect is likely to sink, and even if he wakes up, his mind will be greatly damaged, and the immortal road can already be stopped, and even the heart 'nature' will be transformed from this, and it is possible to become a cruel and murderous person like a demon cultivator.

Maybe there will be a worse situation, in short, the sinister monk of the Demon Soul Tribulation talks about the tiger's 'color' change, and the dialect can't imagine what kind of fate awaits him if he is not awakened by his father. And the cause of this demon soul tribulation, of course, Fang Yan did not dare to slack off, he was carefully searching all the way, there is no wind and no 'waves', there is always a reason for everything.

In the end, Fang Yan's gaze locked on two things, the magic sword and the magic vine. One is a magic weapon and the other is a magic pet, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they are bloodthirsty. As for the influence of blood qi on the divine soul, Fang Yan knew very little, after all, his time in the immortal cultivation world was too short, and for this kind of pure rational 'sex' research related to the mechanism of the Great Dao, Fang Yan didn't even touch the skin 'hair' at all.

However, he had an intuition that the blood qi of all kinds of creatures that were killed might have no effect on them after they were continuously ingested, because whether it was a magic sword or a demon vine, it was originally the same origin or the same genus as these blood qi and other things, and it was refined or generated with such a special 'nature', of course, it could be easily accepted by them, just like eating and drinking.

But for one's master, this may not be the case, although he did not accept the qi and blood in it, but there is nothing else in those blood except thick beast blood?

In addition, the demonic energy in the sky, the depression of the 'spirit' spirit, and the negative emotions such as worry and panic are all possible, but these cannot be controlled by dialects. And these two things are most likely, and although the dialect will not be abandoned, it can no longer be held in the hand as it is now. After thinking about it, Fang Yan put the magic sword back in the storage bag, and the magic vine could only be put into the soul card, and it was no longer as convenient to use as before.

Seeing that he kept adjusting the equipment in his hand, everyone didn't care, and continued to follow him, and two days passed in a flash. This road is full of demonic energy, and there is no place to stay, let alone recover one's spiritual power, and can only rely on the pills and spirit stones that he carries with him, and the items he has accumulated are consumed little by little.

This kind of situation is in everyone's imagination, thinking that this is a headache for all monks, and it can be tolerated in a short time, but it will become a big problem after a long time. This is just a long-term concern, and it has not been exposed for a while in the face of the near worry of Warcraft, but as Warcraft has gradually decreased in the past few days, it has gradually become the first problem that everyone has to face.

There is no other way than to find a spiritual land as soon as possible, or enter a remnant immortal city, and this simple idea does not seem easy, and the dialect is now clueless.

Fortunately, the Demon Pet Shadow quickly recovered, this is a real Demon Beast refined, and those Demon Beasts that fell from the sky, they did not breed and grow in this world, and they should know the most about these new Demon Qi, and lead everyone out of the area where the Demon Qi lingers, and hope falls on it.

Although the shadow was also a little puzzled, why it was walking towards the place where the demonic qi was thin, but it still honestly followed the words of the dialect, and with it leading the way, the speed of everyone's march immediately increased a lot, and the distance traveled in one day was even more than the previous two days.

But no one knew that a great danger was approaching them, day and night, and it was rushing all the time. A few days ago, at the place where they first hunted the demonic beast, the demon cultivator Luo Chen discovered the traces they left, and then tracked them all the way, in terms of breath tracking, the demon cultivator has always had a better way than the spiritual cultivator.

Who knew the way after that, this Luo Chen was surprised to find that the speed of the dialect group was much faster than he imagined, you must know that he himself is a demon cultivator, and the demonic qi everywhere has no effect on him, and even has some benefits. Although it was impossible for him to fly all the way, the speed of catching up on the road was not slow, and he had not caught up after a few days.

Although he didn't know why, he didn't pay much attention to it, maybe they had some treasures in a hurry, and they would naturally see it after catching up. And this Luo Chen seems to be very confident, or extremely contemptuous of Fang Yan and others, even though he is alone, he is not afraid of Fang Yan and these people at all, because he has enough combat power as a confidence.

chased all the way, and finally caught up with the team of dialects today. From a distance, a group of ten people walked in a row, even if they were walking on the ground, the speed was not slow, as if it was because of the use of the magic talisman, which made Luo Chen couldn't help but sneer secretly, it was strange that the road could go so fast, it turned out to be like this, wait for these people to run out of talismans, see what they can do.