I floated in the water for a long time, and I don't know where I went. The torch in Fang Yan's hand was accidentally extinguished by water, and it was pitch black in front of him, and now he could only resign himself to fate. Fortunately, the dialect has a congenital late stage of cultivation, and the body is strong, if it is an ordinary person, even if it is not drowned, it will be frozen to death, and the river water is really cold and piercing.

Fang Yan felt cold and hungry at this time, dizzy, and really wanted to fall asleep, but at this time, he could only hold on, as long as he was relieved, he could sleep here for a long time. Suddenly, there was a torrent, and the dialect felt in a daze that it was swept up by the waves, and it sank downward, and was thrown out by a strong force.

Suddenly, there was a light in front of me, and the dialect illuminated by the harsh sunlight couldn't open my eyes. The water gradually calmed down, and it took a long time for Fang Yan to open his eyes, choke on a few mouthfuls of water, and swam in the direction of the side.

"Finally escaped, those demon wolves are really difficult. The joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe filled the heart of the tongue for a while, and he sat on the bank of the river with a burst of excitement. I took out the dry food, but fortunately it was not soaked with water, and I ate it in large gulps.

After eating enough, Fang Yan felt that his body was slowly warming, and he no longer had that feeling of prostration. So he stood up, made out the direction, and walked towards the southwest, which was the direction home.

The mountains and forests here were different from the places he had been before, and from time to time there were clouds of fog shrouded in mist, and a faint mist emanated from the trees. Now Fang Yan's biggest worry is to meet demon beasts, especially powerful demon beasts, this unfamiliar mountain forest always makes Fang Yan secretly frightened.

Fang Yan held the fine iron sword, carefully avoiding the dense wooded places, but also avoiding those places shrouded in mist, he was no longer in the mood to hunt demons when he came, he just thought about how to avoid these.

The sound of beasts and birds and the sound of Si Xi Suo from time to time in the woods always made Fang Yan's heart beat and his spirit tense. I walked cautiously, and I don't know how far I went, and the sky began to darken. Fang Yan found a hole in the tree, carefully probed it, and then slipped into it. The hole in the tree is not big, only enough for one person to hide, and it is impossible to even lie down and sleep, and he does not dare to make a fire, so he sits carefully in the hole after gnawing a few pieces of dry food, not daring to make a little noise.

After a night of trembling, nothing happened in the woods last night, which made Fang Yan's heart feel a little relieved. It wasn't until the fog in the forest had almost cleared that he slowly came out, cleared his direction, and walked cautiously forward.

After walking for a morning, there were no people, but a few powerful demon beasts, all of which were quietly avoided by the increasingly proficient dialect of the dark night wind technique. I also encountered some weaker demon beasts, but they were also dodged by Fang Yan, and they didn't shoot to kill, but they were afraid of making a move and being killed by those powerful demon beasts.

It was nearly noon and the dialect came to a mountain col. This mountain col is very large, with patches of camphor and cedar, when it is almost late autumn, it is still full of greenery here, and there is a lake in the distance, and there are various shrubs and flowers and plants growing on the edge of the lake, the scenery is very beautiful, and the dialect can't help but stop and walk in the direction of the lake.

There were a lot of beasts and monsters in the forest, but none of them noticed the whereabouts of the dialect. In the past few days, the exercises that have been popular in the dark night have made a lot of progress, and the idle demon beasts can't feel it at all. There are also many kinds of medicinal herbs in the forest, but Fang Yan didn't dare to stop picking them, and he was also a pity in his heart.

When you come to the lake, it is right on the peninsula, there are no big trees on it, there are clumps of shrubs and flowers, colorful, and they bloom very brightly in the sun. The eyes of the tongue are not up, but the red, green, and green fruits of the bushes.

After walking for a day or two, the dry food is almost finished, and I don't dare to let go of the demon hunting, and if I continue like this, I will starve. The fruit is very tempting, I don't know if I can eat it, but if I can, I can pick some to satisfy my hunger.

Fang Yan observed there for a long time, but he didn't find that there were demon beasts stationed nearby, and it was estimated that it was just some ordinary wild fruits, and no demon beasts paid attention to it.

Just about to come out of hiding and walk towards the peninsula. Suddenly, several large birds with red hair and green necks circled down from the sky and flew towards the peninsula, and the dialect quickly stopped and quietly hid it.

A few large birds flew to the edge of the bushes, and with a single lift of their heads, they reached the fruit at the top of the tree, ready to eat. At this moment, a demon beast with a body length of several zhang suddenly rushed out of the lake, and bit one of the big birds, the bird was very agile, and instantly rose into the air, and reflexively pecked at the demon beast, and the other two also fluttered up and attacked the past.

The demon beast was lying in the water, and the dialect was not visible at all, and he was also a hidden master, and at this time, he was secretly glad in his heart, fortunately, there were these big birds to explore the way for him.

The demon beast was seven or eight feet long, with a head like a crocodile, a big mouth and long teeth, two big lantern-like eyes on the top of the head, and a blood-red glow. The neck is like a python, the body is like a finless porpoise, the tail is like a lizard, the whole body is covered with fine dark green scale armor, four thick legs, and a dense layer of short red whiskers, which is very hideous. This monster dialect has never been seen before, nor is it in the classics.

I saw that the monster beast quickly bit a few big birds with its big mouth, and the long neck made the big head of the demon beast go up and down, and it could also rotate to attack from behind, which was really powerful. But those big birds are very flexible, and the demon beasts can't bite at all, and they cover each other, eating a few fruits from time to time while resisting, and they don't take the demon beast seriously.

Until a big bird was greedy for fruit, one didn't pay attention, and just happened to be bitten on the wing, and more than a dozen huge feathers fell off. The big bird hissed angrily, quacked, and flew to the top of the beast's head with a few others, and around it attacked the beast's head and neck with its sharp pecks and claws, and in a moment the beast became bloody, roaring and fleeing into the lake.

The big birds did not let go, and chased until they reached the center of the lake, and the demon beast hid under the water before flying back, chirping proudly, and eating the fruit of the tree comfortably. Fang Yan was dumbfounded, the demon beasts here are much stronger than him before, but I am afraid that they are all big demons who have entered the rank.

Having eaten almost half of the fruit of the trees, the big birds had eaten their fill, rested in the bushes for a while, and then flew away.

Fang Yan hurriedly ran forward, the big bird was gone, and the water demon didn't dare to come back for the time being, it was a good time to collect it. Fang Yan rushed up with the fastest speed, a gust of wind swept the clouds, regardless of whether it was green or red, and picked it all again, until he filled his body with what he could hold, and his arms were full of fruits, and Fang Yan pulled his feet and slipped away, who knows when the demon beast will come back.

Don't dare to stay in this mountain col, the demon beasts here are too powerful. Back on the mountain beam, Fang Yan found a big tree, climbed on it and hid. After resting for a while, Fang Yan took out some fruits, the green ones were the size of eggs, and the red ones were only similar to the rosary, and he could certainly eat them with confidence when he devoured them with a few big birds just now.

Smelled the fruit, a faint fragrance, first picked up the green one and took a bite, it was very sweet, like a melon at home, but it was full of fragrance in the stomach, very delicious. After eating a few green fruits, he picked up another red one, threw it into his mouth without thinking too much, and swallowed it after a few bites, but he didn't expect that this time it was like asking for the life of a dialect, his mouth was full of heat, all the way from his mouth to his throat and then to his belly.

Fang Yan opened his mouth wide, clutched his abdomen, and his face was full of pain. At this moment, a hot breath rose up all over the body, and the blood meridians in the body were like red-hot iron, hot and hot. The surging air currents boiled and rolled all over the body, wave after wave, and the whole body of the dialect seemed to explode, and the head was washed in a daze in an instant, and the consciousness was about to collapse.

It was another cool air, as if it was the life-saving cool air of the dialect, which diffused from the top of the head to the whole body without warning, gradually suppressing the violent heat flow of the whole body, and the dialect subconsciously automatically operated the exercises of Xingyi Fist, and slowly the two air currents converged, according to the practice route of Xingyi Fist, from fast to slow, and finally slowly merged into the dantian.

In this way, running over and over again, wandering around the body again and again, the gray air mass in the dantian of the dialect slowly turned gray-white, becoming much denser than before, and the wisp of blue still remained quietly in the middle of the air mass, and slowly curled into a small mass. The gray-white air mass became denser and denser, and then it no longer condensed, and suddenly expanded, so big that the inner wall of the dantian could not be accommodated.

Fang Yan's mind cleared up at this time, and he found that the internal force in his body had become relatively gentle, so he put his mind at ease and ran the exercises of Xingyi Fist, running several times around his body. Suddenly, Fang Yan was shocked again, because he felt that he was about to break through again, and the dantian was shocked.

This is too fast, isn't it? It's only been a long time since it has entered the late stage, and it will be troublesome if the foundation is not stable. Vaguely remembering that there was a cool air, as well as the fiery air flow that almost exploded before, he knew that there was something wrong with the fruit, and it was this cool air that saved him.

"Advance, advance, in this mountain forest, only when you cultivate high can you save your life. Thinking of this, Fang Yan no longer hesitated, accelerated his work, gathered the internal strength of his whole body, and washed the barrier over and over again. With a "pop", there was no imaginary difficulty, and the barrier was broken through in the later stage, and Fang Yan became a warrior of the Congenital Great Perfection as he wished, only one step away from the monk.

When the dialect opened its eyes, it was starry. Fang Yan only then knew that it only took a few hours to advance this time, but fortunately, there were no demon beasts passing by, and God really had eyes.

Sitting on the tree until his feet were sore, and his stomach was unbearably hungry, Fang Yan quietly moved his hands and feet on the tree a few times, took out dry food, took out green fruits from his arms, and ate them. After eating, Fang Yan smelled a peculiar smell on his body, sour and unpleasant, how could he be regarded as the son of a big family, and he was reduced to this. Fang Yan pursed his lips, he didn't dare to run around now, so he had to endure it like this, and wait for tomorrow to find a place to wash when it was dawn.

After staying half-asleep on the tree all night, Fang Yan came down from the tree with a sore back, his legs were sore, and he could barely bear it after a few movements. After eating the last bit of dry food with the green fruits, Fang Yan tidied up his suite, wrapped the red fruits in a rabbit skin jacket, put them at the bottom of the back basket, and then put the green fruits and herbs. He cleared out a leather bag and hung it around his waist, ready to put the demon beast meat, and the other bag was still full of green fruits, and he had picked a lot of them.

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