With a "whoosh", a green shadow quickly burrowed into the hole, and one flickered and floated above Fang Yan's head. He immediately put away his chaotic thoughts, looked at the cyan giant butterfly in front of him with a smile, and asked, "Qingluan, you're back so soon, but what did you find?"

"Well, although I didn't really see it, I still saw a lot of weirdness. Young Master, do you know where we are going below? I didn't dare to go too deep, and it was close to the side of the cliff, but that feeling could never be wrong, there was a Yin Spirit Land at the bottom, otherwise where did the Yin Spirit Qi come from?"

"Besides, the ghost phoenix butterfly we killed couldn't have been born out of thin air, wouldn't it be clear if the two were together? But I'm afraid it's not a good place there, and I don't dare to stay for a long time to see what the young master has planned." Qingluan's face was still a little excited, similar to when she practiced flying for the first time, but there was also a little panic in her expression.

"Oh, the Netherlands? It seems that it is inevitable to go on a trip, we can't sit here for a long time, but in addition to what I just said, what else do you find, all in detail, I don't know if you have a long life. Fang Yan thought for a moment and said.

"By the way, I have a feeling that the deeper I fly, the less gravity I put on my body, I don't know if it's my delusion. Also, the color of the rocks under the cliff is not the same as here, with a blue-black color, I don't know if this is a discovery. Qingluan thought for a moment and said with a little hesitation.

"Is it a delusion? Hehe, the monk's five senses are so keen, they will never be without reason. The rock under the cliff, the yin aura, the ghost ......" as he spoke, Fang Yan squatted down and gestured on the ground, every time he was like this, Qingluan would not disturb him.

After about a meal, Qingluan turned back into his original body and sat in the other corner of the cave with a tired face. During this time, she repeatedly practiced this secret technique, and although weakness was still inevitable, the duration of the process was much longer, which can be regarded as one of the achievements of her cultivation.

Fang Yan still buried his head on the ground and pondered alone, glancing out of the cave from time to time, and occasionally at Qingluan, not knowing what was going on in his head. After a few hours, Fang Yan stood up and let out a long breath, his eyes flashing rapidly, and then he became resolute, as if he was making some important decision.

"That's it, Qingluan, when you are fully recovered, I will go with you, sit on your back, and take care of each other. Besides, as long as we don't go too far at a time, we can hide back here if there is danger, just take a look around first, anyway, there is time, there is no need to rush. "I thought about it for a long time, but this is the only way to work.

However, doing so will be bitter Qingluan, the transformation is already a lot of burden on her mana, and she has to bear the above words, but she didn't think that his joke before would come true so soon. But Qingluan thought about it, what Fang Yan said was not unreasonable, after all, he had a strange supernatural ability, he could hide himself in a bead, and he would not be a burden to her at a critical moment.

The specific function of the blue orb, the dialect did not elaborate to her, but there was no longer any evasion of her, so Qingluan only knew that this was a space, and the living creatures that could grow spiritual plants and hide the contract, and she didn't say anything about the other dialects, and she didn't ask, just regarded it as a treasure that the dialect used to exert its magical powers.

Of course, Qingluan could also clearly feel that Fang Yan had regarded this bead as his life, and with all the miracles it revealed, it really deserved to be so valued by anyone. Qingluan is also a monk who has become more and more advanced in cultivation, and he knows what he can say and what he must not reveal.

The next day, Qingluan consciously recovered as before, and the two discussed again for a while, and then she turned into a phoenix butterfly and jumped out of the cave. Fang Yan stood on the narrow rock at the entrance of the cave, and gently jumped on Qingluan's back, and then the huge demon body of the phoenix butterfly slowly sank, falling into the depths of the endless valley, and then the speed became faster and faster.

In a short time, the two of them had descended nearly a thousand zhang deep, and when they arrived here, Fang Yan could easily detect a trace of gloomy ghosts, faintly revealing from below, and the vast fog could not be hidden. And the change of the force that pulls people down is even more obvious, and the further down it goes, the more it decays, as if this deep valley has been turned over, which is really puzzling.

Qingluan's feeling is indeed not wrong, and eighty percent of the ghost phoenix butterflies are also from there, but Fang Yan is not much afraid of this, but is a little excited. At the beginning of his debut, he had frequently patronized such gloomy places, and he was not afraid of those ghosts, and now he has a body of cultivation in his body, and there is no reason to be afraid, but if you want to talk about the confidence, it is still the soul card This treasure that restrains ghosts.

In addition, the dialect still has some expectations, the Yin Spirit is also a spiritual land after all, and there must be a reason for the sudden appearance here, maybe this is a clue, follow its search, and it is unknown if you can find a way out there.

This is not a dialect speculation, he has had this experience before, and hopes that good fortune will come again.

Along the way, in addition to carefully sensing the surrounding breath, Shang Yan also used his newly refined spiritual eye technique from time to time, carefully checking the changes in the surrounding environment, focusing on the steep and smooth cliff beside him. Just after half an hour, I found that the color here gradually changed, becoming a little like the cyan of the rock itself, but much deeper.

Fang Yan quickly asked Qingluan to slow down, close to the cliff wall to observe carefully, and then stretched out his palm to caress the surface, and then took out a short sword and struck it a few times, testing the hardness of the rock layer. The rock here was indeed different from where he had carved the cave, cold to the touch, but not as damp as it was above, and a little harder.

Then the dialect didn't stay too long, let Qingluan continue to go down, and didn't take out the utensils and beat them indiscriminately. He had learned the lesson from before, after all, this place was some distance away from that cave, and it would be a big trouble if he provoked an existence like a ghost phoenix.

However, wherever it is possible to settle down temporarily, the dialect has not spared a single one, even if it is just a protruding rock or a tiny crack in the stone, the dialect is secretly remembered. Flying all the way down, the dialect did not have half a moment of leisure, in addition to sensing the changes in the aura around him, he also had to memorize these places, and then quickly calculated the distance from the cave in his heart.

About half of the time limit of Qingluan's transformation technique, Fang Yan hurriedly reminded her, and the phoenix butterfly suddenly flew up in the air, and the two returned to the cave the same way. After some inspection, the distance is not short, to say the least, there are one or two thousand zhang, although the place of the Yin Spirit has not been found, but it has made Fang Yan's mind settled, and the plan that was brewed before has gradually taken shape, or can be implemented.

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