Along this route, dialects flew over the lake, and by noon they came to an island of strange shapes. From the sky downwards is a large island composed of dozens of islands, surrounding a large area of water, distributed around the water surface in a circle, separating Dajin Lake from the outside, leaving only a few interconnected waterways.

And this lake in the lake is also quite different from Dajin Lake, the lake water presents a blue color, which is completely different from the slightly yellowish and turbid Dajin Lake, and where the waterways meet, it is even more distinct.

This island and the lake in the middle, about 100 miles wide, far away green color, the autumn sun in the afternoon reflects on the blue lake, the lake and mountains are cloudy, standing on the flying sword and the next lake and landscape are beautiful. If this place is not in the depths of the Guardian Mountain, it will definitely be accepted by some sects and families as a station, and a beautiful building will be established to settle here, which is really a rare fairyland on earth.

It's a pity that this is a paradise for monsters, and the dialect also comes with a murderous aura, which defiles this scenic spot. Who said that the monks are all immortals, and the fairy wind and bones are fluttering, that is just the surface, looking for fate and fighting everywhere, and the monks who are troublesome about the scenery are not less.

Thinking back to the autumn hunt of the year, the white-clothed monk who fascinated Fang Yan is not what Fang Yan looks like at this moment, and the image of the monk who once led him to move forward has already collapsed at some point, scattered in his heart and ached faintly. A few years later, the dialect that no longer knew anything about the immortal cultivation world also guessed that the purpose of their trip was just to find fate, and in the life of a monk, it could not be more ordinary. Therefore, some things should not be explored too much, and often after knowing the truth, it will make people feel bored.

I found a lakeside with sparse vegetation, and the dialect slowly fell, and my divine sense shrouded a radius of dozens of zhang, and I didn't find anything abnormal. When he came here, Fang Yan didn't dare to be careless, and the demon pet and magic weapon instantly protected his body, and called out the purple pupil beast to help Fang Yan identify the direction of progress.

At this point, the Purple Pupil Beast also seemed very active, jumping up and down on Fang Yan's shoulders, and then grabbed Fang Yan's clothes, pointed to the right front with his front paws, and waved a few times with a little excitement. For his only spirit beast, the dialect has gradually understood a little over the past few years, and the action just now means that there may be an elixir it is interested in, as for whether the dialect is useful, it is unknown.

Following the direction pointed by the purple-pupiled beast, Fang Yan walked carefully in the jungle, paying attention to hiding his tracks along the way, and not daring to fly up with his sword, on this big circular island, Fang Yan always felt that it was not as simple as the previous islands, and Fang Yan had always believed in this feeling of his own, because of this strange feeling, Fang Yan had saved Fang Yan more than once.

Didn't go far, Fang Yan encountered a lot of low-level demon beasts, on this grassy island, Yiran is a paradise of demon beasts, in a short distance, more than ten kinds of demon beasts entrenched here, including several demon birds, more than he has been in the past few days.

When encountering these low-level demon beasts, the dialect is to avoid them, try not to encounter them head-on, so as not to fight and attract other demon beasts. The section of the road that had been explored from the dialect was a place where few people came, and now he had only uncovered a corner of the island, and the situation on the entire island was basically unknown, and it was absolutely unnecessary to cause too much movement now, the dialect was just trying to find something that interested the purple-pupiled beast.

Gradually, he went deeper into the island, and came to a slightly higher peak, which was the highest mountain in the vicinity, and was covered with white oak trees dozens of feet high, and the trunks were so thick that it took seven or eight people to hug them. The trees were covered with all kinds of ivy, as if the trunk was dressed in a turquoise garment, and under the trees were the grass and shrubs that were more than a man tall, and the ground was densely turned, making it very difficult to walk on the ground.

Fang Yan simply climbed up the tree, grabbed the tree not far in front of him with the magic vine, and then pulled himself over, like a monkey, shuttling through the forest, stopping from time to time to carefully probe his sense, and then marching after finding that there was no danger nearby. In this way, the dialect moved faster, and soon came to a large tree at the top of the mountain.

This is a very tall banyan tree, at least more than 100 zhang, and the crown of the tree has a radius of dozens of zhang, like a big umbrella erected on the top of the mountain. Dialects estimate that this tree must be hundreds or thousands of years old, and if it were in the outside world, it would have been cut down and transported away, and only here would it survive.

Coming to the tip of the umbrella at the top of the tree, Fang Yan stood lightly on a thin branch, and the monk could even control a flying sword in the air, on this small branch that kept swinging in the wind, Fang Yan still stood straight, constantly looking into the distance.

From here, all the islands are in full view, surrounded by rolling peaks, and in the far distance sparkling is Dajin Lake, and the peaks are surrounded by the blue lake, from which it looks thin and long, like a warm blue jade, embedded in this roundabout.

It's a beautiful place, but the dialect is not here to watch the scenery, to be precise, it is a monk who comes here to spoil the scenery, after all, hunting demons in such a pleasant place is a pleasing thing to the eye.

Confirming their direction once more, the dialect began to move back and forth through the woods, leaping from tree to tree, and from hill to hill. Along the way, Fang Yan would occasionally come under the tree and collect a few spiritual herbs and elixirs according to the guidance of the Purple Pupil Beast, but the level was not too high, just some low-level elixirs, which were just the spices for the hard work along the way.

Two hours later, the sky began to darken, and Fang Yan still couldn't reach the place where the purple pupil beast was directing, only the little beast looked indifferent, and Fang Yan couldn't help but be a little suspicious. Although there was no Edgeworth flying, it was calculated that it had walked twenty or thirty miles in this wood, and there was no decent elixir, and the Purple Pupil Beast was no longer as active as before, just standing on Fang Yan's shoulder, staring at a pair of big purple eyes.

It's been a few years since this little beast was subdued, and now the dialect is only slightly able to understand its meaning, and this is still after the last time I got the jade slip of the beast control technique, the dialect spent a lot of time studying, and this is the only way to understand some of the beast control methods, otherwise it would not be possible