Fang Yan didn't know that such a big change had happened in the outside world because of him, which had a great impact on the newly established South Vietnamese Alliance, and even had a certain impact on the immortal and demon war hanging over the heads of all South Vietnamese monks. But he didn't care about any of this, he just thought about what his family would do if they hadn't seen him for so long, and how he would get out of here.

Sometimes he also thinks of Feng'er, I don't know if she is safe now, if she is also involved in this place like him, I don't know if he has the luck to survive. These things can only be thought about, Fang Yan himself is not sure that he will leave this place alive, this magical space is always full of accidents, and danger is always lurking in such a place.

After a few months, the dialect came out of the blue orb again, traveling through the heaven and earth where the heavenly fire almost melted. The fire aura accumulated in the dantian was finally refined, and the fire attribute aura in the natal spirit talisman began to become full, but Fang Yan had already decided to find a way to leave here, and this extremely unstable space like this was definitely not a place to stay for a long time.

The wind and flames were raging, the dusty sky was impossible to see, and it became very difficult to find anomalies in the hot ground beneath your feet. Every day, the dialect drives the spiritual fire to wrap around his body, patiently shuttling through the chaotic wind and flames, which can not only continuously absorb the fire aura to nurture a few fire-attribute spiritual objects in the dantian, but also take the opportunity to attract the nearby flames, so that the place where he can investigate is farther away.

It's just that every day or two, the dialect has to return to the blue bead, refine the inhaled fire aura in time, and return to the outside world when the refining is completed, and continue to find a way out of this place. Two or three months have passed in the blink of an eye, and the dialect is still circling in the dust, wind and smoke, and under the violent wind and flames, not only is it difficult for the eyes to see farsighted, but even the divine sense is quite hindered.

However, it has not been without harvest in the past few months, in fact, the harvest of dialects is not small, in addition to picking up some spiritual materials of different shapes from time to time, the cultivation has also jumped a lot. It is approaching the six-story pass of the foundation building day by day. With a huge amount of fire aura leading, Fang Yan was forced to call other attribute aura in the blue bead to assist in cultivation, and sometimes the spiritual power condensed in the inheritance bead was consumed, and it was reasonable for the cultivation to grow rapidly.

But the most beneficial thing is a few spiritual objects in his dantian, not to mention the golden lotus and the Xuan Lingyan, the natal spirit runes are also absorbed, which makes the dialect uncomfortable. It's a matter of making these things like a fish in water. It's just that the dialect has no plans to advance at present, and it has only been half a year since the last promotion to the fifth layer. Such haste is not good for cultivating the foundation.

After that, when he stopped refining the fire aura, Fang Yan had another thing to suppress his cultivation, repeatedly purifying and compressing his mana, and polishing it over and over again. However, this kind of cultivation growth that has to be done as a last resort is not a good thing for the dialect, not to mention consuming too much potential, and things such as pill spirit stones are not counted.

Finally, on this day, Fang Yan found an anomaly that would be difficult to discover if it were not for the spiritual fire. Even in that dusty place, there was also a place to draw fire spiritual power, like a dialect, constantly gathering flames. When Fang Yan came not far away, this place that seemed to be competing with him for spiritual energy was naturally exposed.

He has already experienced it several times, and I don't know where he will end up after passing through the space gate this time. This strange place is full of variables, and the dialect hesitates a little, but still dodges into it. When he reached out again, he saw that the surroundings were somewhat dim, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, and the top of his head was covered by a huge canopy.

It is a huge forest. Trees grow more than 100 feet tall everywhere, and the trunks are so thick that at least a dozen people can hug them. These trees also have a peculiar growth, with few branches below the canopy and few leaves, but at the top of the canopy they are very luxuriant, with branches and leaves connecting with each other. The canopy is impermeable, like the roof of this wood.

The ground was covered with curly grass, most of which were covered with fallen leaves, perhaps at the same time as the trees were losing their leaves, and the ground was yellow. Fang Yan looked around for a while, and then he flashed to the outside world, except for the dense trees with his eyes, there seemed to be no other creatures in sight here, and he stepped on the "creaking" dead leaves and walked for a while, and then Fang Yan immediately jumped up again and flew towards the top of the tree.

The aura here is acceptable, and the dialect does not feel strenuous to fly in mid-air, and the light body penetrates the layers of branches and leaves above the head, and the dialect stands down on a tall canopy. The leaves of these trees are very large and very thick, and the dense layers of leaves are like stepping on felt, and they can easily bear the weight of a monk.

Far and near were unusually tall trees, looking like rolling green hills, endlessly, and there was no other heterochromatic. The sky was so bright that there was still no sun, moon or stars, and I don't know where these bright rays came from, shining on the canopy of the trees, and making the trees here grow very luxuriantly.

Walking on these green canopies is as easy as walking on a thick layer of grass, the sky is empty and empty, and there is no shadow of birds to be seen, as if this is a world of grass and trees. The dialect walked on the top of the tree for a while, and it was boring, the concentration of aura here was not low, but it was this useless ordinary tree that grew, which seemed too simple.

Edgeworth flew in mid-air, and Fang Yan casually looked at the green sea below him, flying aimlessly, and his mood became extremely relaxed. At this moment, the purple-pupiled beast suddenly became restless in Fang Yan's arms, wanting to get out of it, and seemed to be a little excited, Fang Yan grabbed it out and put it on his shoulder.

Following its instructions, the dialect chose a direction and flew quickly, drifting away in the air, and slowly disappeared. Half a day later, an unusually tall forest appeared before the dialect's eyes, these trees were of the same kind as the previous ones, only the body and canopy were taller and more luxuriant, and from a distance they looked like a protruding mountain.

It seemed that this was the place where the Purple Pupil Beast wanted to bring him, and the dialect slowly fell downward, through the thick layer of branches and leaves, until he came to the bottom of the big tree, and stood still among the fallen leaves everywhere. On the surface, it is indistinguishable from other places, except that the trees are more luxuriant, almost completely blocking out the light overhead.

In the midst of his doubts, the Purple Pupil Beast pointed to the root of a large tree with its front paws, signaling that his target was here. Fang Yan nodded, this forest is growing far more than other places, there must be a reason, maybe the answer is in the soil under these trees, Fang Yan immediately took out the flying sword and cleared all the fallen leaves near the roots.

The layer of dead leaves falling from the tree was very thick, and Fang Yan only started to clean it up for a while, and then he sensed that something was wrong underground, and hurriedly summoned the two demon pets out and cleared a large area around the roots of this huge tree. Just now, the dialect clearly sensed with his divine sense that there was not soil under the trees, but hard rocks, and these tall trees were rooted in the rocks.

This amazed the dialect, even when it was peeled open to a large area, and these unusually tall trees grew on the rocks. And the big tree that the purple pupil beast refers to has a cave hidden under the root of the tree, and the rotten leaves in it are cleaned out, and a rich aura rushes out from it, and there is actually a spiritual cave hidden here.

Fang Yan smiled self-deprecatingly, remembering the several experiences he had had, it seemed that the most rewarding times were in some caves, but he didn't expect to return to his old business today. The entrance of the cave is not too big, only one person can pass through, take two demon pets, Fang Yan slowly drilled in, and the eyes suddenly became pitch black.

Before he could take out the fluorite, Fang Yan's divine consciousness suddenly sensed a trace of spiritual breath, and it was moving rapidly into the distance, and soon more spiritual breath appeared in his divine consciousness. Fang Yan hurriedly paused, since entering this strange place, it was the first time he found a living creature with spiritual breath, it was likely to be a demon beast or a demon insect, which made Fang Yan feel a little apprehensive.

The existence of demons means that there are conditions for cultivation here, and it also proves that this space has been formed for a long time, otherwise it is difficult for any species to thrive here, and it is relatively more suitable for monks to survive. But because of this, it is also likely that there will be deadly threats here, and unknown creatures are often even more dangerous.

This is only the entrance, and the dialect has already found traces of no less than a hundred creatures, and at this moment I don't know what these things are and what their strength is. Fang Yan didn't take out the fluorite again, but took out an invisibility talisman and slapped it on his body, trying to restrain his breath as much as possible, and slowly approached the spiritual breath that haunted here.

After carefully sensing it for a while, Fang Yan relaxed slightly, these things seem to be a kind of demon insects, and judging from the spiritual power they show, they should belong to the low-level demon insect category, and they don't pose a threat to Fang Yan at all. With the help of invisibility talismans, the dialect got closer and closer to them, only to see that these demon insects were not large, each one was only the size of a teapot, there was no hard carapace on their bodies, and their bodies were a little bloated, but their movements were very agile.

The dialect of these demon insects is not recognized, and at the moment they are constantly gnawing at the rocks on the four walls of the cave, occasionally biting at the roots of the trees deep into the cave, as if they are sucking the sap from the roots. Maybe this cave was opened up little by little by these small insects, but the width of the cave seems to be too large, several zhang wide, it seems that these demon insects have no need to make the cave so big, usually the cave dug by the demon insects is only enough to accommodate it.

However, this dialect is very convenient, and lightly passing over these busy demon insects, the dialect continues to walk inside, following the guidance of the purple pupil beast to go deeper little by little. Fang Yan on the road was surprised to find that the number of such demon insects in the cave was extremely amazing, and almost every other section, he would sense a large number of demon insects gathering, and they were all of the same species.

The more you look at the dialect, the more strange it becomes, not only the number of demon insects, but the structure of this cave, the size is very neat, and the lines extend in all directions, as if it was dug according to some law. It's just that these crooked caves give Fang Yan a bit of a headache, and he can't make out the direction at all, as if he is in an underground labyrinth, making him wander around like a headless fly.

But no matter which passage he entered, he could easily find a common feature, that is, the direction of these caves all followed the roots of the trees, no matter where they were, just like those towering trees were planted by these small demon insects, maybe there was some special reason for this. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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