Chapter 41: Sending You to Life

As soon as the illusion broke, the old man's low voice was heard. The giant hand clapped over, and Fang Wenyuan's face turned cold. I have to say that the other party's hand is just right for the timing. Because at this time, his remaining strength was exhausted, and he didn't have time to exert his strength, and it was impossible to dodge, so he could only resist!

The two palms raised to the sky, the giant palms collapsed, Fang Wenyuan's arms twisted and hung weakly, and blood dripped down his arms to the ground. His eyes were blood-red, and his killing intent was thick. If it weren't for the protection and repair of the Wood Spirit Vein, I am afraid that my arms would be completely wasted at this time, and I would have to be slaughtered by others. But even if there is a wood spirit vein healing, it is not a moment to get better, at least a stick of incense.

The old man's face became more and more ugly, and he found that he actually couldn't help the young man in front of him. Whether it was the physical attack of Zhuji Xiuwei, the evil Jiao that moved with the sound of the qin, or the attack of the divine sense, it did not make any achievements, and it could not kill the young man in front of him.

The thought of his four nephews dying in front of him made him angry, and at the same time, he felt a pang of regret in his heart that he should not have come to this ghost place. should not agree to the request of the four nephews, and the last thing that should be done is to despise the kid in front of him. If it were someone else, it would be okay, but the family of the four nephews was quite powerful, and let them know that the four of them were killed in front of them, and they would definitely be...

I'm afraid I'm going to get into trouble when the time comes. However, if you can kill this son at this moment and avenge it, there may be a slight turnaround. Therefore, if you don't kill Fang Wenyuan now, I'm afraid that his fate will be very miserable at that time!

During the flow of thoughts, the spiritual power in the body was released again, and the aura around the body changed, becoming more powerful. His hands quickly plucked the strings in front of him, and the sound of the piano quickly stirred people's hearts, and a whirlwind of earth-colored spiritual qi blew around him, and the earth-colored spiritual power became very strong. Fang Wenyuan's pupils shrank, and there was a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

So he kicked his feet and flew backwards. At this time, the earth-colored whirlwind surrounding the old man, with the old man's hand, the whirlwind surrounded Fang Wenyuan in the middle in an instant, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what!

The old man's face slowly turned red, and he finally whispered: "Burial!"

The whirlwind around Fang Wenyuan suddenly didn't move, and in an instant, it turned into dirt, enveloping him, and then slowly clenched like a fist. Fang Wenyuan was in it, feeling the squeezing of the soil around him, although the strength was still mild at this time, but the space around him was slowly becoming smaller, and the soil was not soft, it became as hard as a rock, even with his physical body at this time, he couldn't bear it.

The injuries on both hands were recovered under the care of the wood spirit vein, although the speed was not slow, but at this time, it was no longer waiting for people. As soon as he gritted his teeth, his spiritual power reversed, and the injuries on his hands healed in an instant. The aura emanating from Fang Wenyuan's body was also infinitely close to Zhuji. Pushing his hands outward, resisting the squeezing of the surrounding rocks, and at the same time agitating the spiritual power in his body, thunder snakes appeared all over his body, and the clouds in the sky surged, gathering into a thundercloud without a trace, as if he had naturally changed the sky.

At the same time, a white light flashed in front of Fang Wenyuan's forehead, and a ripple appeared, gushing out like flowing water, obviously out of his body. A moment later, in his mind, the figure of the old man slowly emerged. The corners of Fang Wenyuan's mouth curled, revealing a cruel smile. I don't know when, after the murderous intent in his heart is filled, he will show such a smile!

"Spiritual power retrograde, no matter what, I will be seriously injured afterwards, although I have the Wood Spirit Vein to protect my body, but it is also a great price! Then he said aloud: "Old horseman, this young master will send you to death!" There was a spiritual power attached to the voice, so it could reach the old man's ears through the layers of rocks!

When the old man heard this, he immediately snorted coldly and said, "When death is coming, you dare to be hard-mouthed!" So the speed of plucking the strings with both hands was even faster, and he was dazzled at a glance. He obviously didn't feel Fang Wenyuan's divine sense, it was no wonder, Fang Wenyuan's degree of condensation was immeasurable, he was suppressed by the secret realm at this time, so he naturally couldn't feel it.

Fang Wenyuan was trapped in the middle of the rocks, his hands curled in front of his chest, grinning his teeth, and said in his heart: "The thunderclouds in the sky are not enough, fortunately, the old horseman has not noticed it, and he can delay for a while!", so Fang Wenyuan said loudly again: "What can you endure me? A few soft palms can't kill me! The divine sense attack is also unsatisfactory, and the illusion technique is also difficult to get into the elegant hall! Even at this time, you are just trapping me! Old horseman, what other means do you have?"

"You!" the old man's face suddenly became like a pig's liver, and he was speechless. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Untie the third seal!" I saw that his robe moved, his spiritual power escaped, and the aura around his body became even more terrifying. When both hands plucked the strings, spiritual power poured into the rocks like flowing water.

Within his divine sense, the old man's movements Fang Wenyuan was clear, and he saw his eyes shining, and said secretly: "Good chance, this old man seems to have unlocked the seal in his body, then his vigilance will definitely be relaxed!"

So his arm shook suddenly, and the surrounding rocks were pushed outward by him, and after pushing out a little activity space, Fang Wenyuan put his hands together, pointed to the sky with one palm, and shouted at the same time: "Punish the spirit!"

There was a loud thunder in the sky, and nine huge thunderbolts staggered with each other and slashed at the old man. The thunder came quickly, and it was so strange that the old man didn't even have time to react before he was added to the thunder, and a miserable roar was drowned in the thunder. After a while, the rocks around Fang Wenyuan slowly relaxed, and finally turned into a pile of quicksand.

Fang Wenyuan walked out slowly, his expression was as pale as paper, and after taking a few steps, he staggered, knelt on one knee, and was short of breath. With a sweet tongue, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and said: "The reversal of spiritual power is really a taboo for monks, and it must not be used again until it is forced to do so." What I didn't expect was that it was so difficult to perform the Spirit Punishment Technique, even if the spiritual power was retrograde and forcibly improved the cultivation, it could only be used reluctantly, and the backlash was so serious!"

The power of the art of punishing spirits is far greater than that of punishing evil. Punishing evil is punishing evil spirits, and the evil demons are inherently intolerable, so it is not difficult to punish them with the power of heaven. The art of punishing spirits is different, punishing spirits is to punish all the spirits in the world, and the way of heaven will not punish spirits for no reason. Therefore, the difficulty of borrowing Tianwei increases, and it is of course extremely difficult to perform.

At this time, Fang Wenyuan was far from cultivating into the Five Thunder God Scrolls, let alone incarnating as a Thunder Lord, so now he had been using the methods in the Five Thunder God Scrolls to deceive the Heavenly Dao, so if he forcibly used this method, he would definitely be counterattacked.

Fang Wenyuan slowly sat down cross-legged to recuperate from his injuries. The old man's corpse was lying quietly aside, and suddenly a white light floated out from the corpse, heading straight for Fang Wenyuan's front door, and the old man's hoarse voice came from it, saying: "If it weren't for the suppression of the inheritance secret realm, the old man would definitely be able to take your life." At this time, you have been seriously injured, and the old man will be able to re-cultivate and re-enter the immortal path by taking away your body, and you will not enter the reincarnation of your soul!"

Fang Wenyuan looked at the old man's ghost coming, his eyes were frightened, it seemed that it was because he was seriously injured and couldn't move, so he had such a frightened performance. The old man was even more proud, and suddenly entered Fang Wenyuan's eyebrows and went straight to Zhihai.

Fang Wenyuan watched the old man enter his body, the horror on his face disappeared instantly, he regained his calm, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this time, the old man's angry and desperate roar came from within the sea of knowledge: "What is this? What is it? What kind of person are you, who actually have such a thing to guard the sea of knowledge?"

Fang Wenyuan's mind was retracted, and he immediately formed in the sea of knowledge, looking at the old man's ghost with a flat expression, and said, "People who are about to die, why do you need to know so much?"

Fang Wenyuan returned this sentence to the old man as it was. It's just that the old man was powerless to refute, looked at Fang Wenyuan with a bitter face, and stopped speaking. Fang Wenyuan ignored him and went straight to the thief, it seemed that he wanted to inspire the thief to suppress the old man.

After Fang Wenyuan turned around, he was just approaching the stealing map. The old man looked crazy and said, "Burst!"

With a bang, Fang Wenyuan felt the sea vibrate, and a terrifying aura erupted from the old man's position, Fang Wenyuan's eyes suddenly became cold, and he put a palm on the forehead of the thief, and shouted in a low voice: "Seal!"

The golden halo was revealed, like a flood of tide, and in an instant, the old man's self-detonation ripples were sealed, and suddenly gathered, transforming into a pure force, slowly surging into Fang Wenyuan's divine soul, now his physical body is strong enough, so this divine soul is not enough to cause him any damage, and naturally there will be no 'void without compensation'.

The courage slowly flowed, and Fang Wenyuan slowly exported it from the sea of knowledge and circulated in the meridians in his body. The Wood Spirit Vein was stimulated and began to run wildly. Fang Wenyuan's pale face slowly regained a hint of redness.

The other monks under the bridge had long been concerned about this battle, and it stands to reason that Fang Wenyuan was injured at this time, which was a good opportunity for them to take advantage of the fire to rob. But the pure courage and coercion that came from Fang Wenyuan's body made them hesitate again, not to mention the fight just now, Fang Wenyuan's ability was fully displayed. Although they are casual cultivators, and they have an urgent need for immortal cultivation resources, the reason why casual cultivators can gain a foothold in the immortal cultivation world is because they are self-aware, can see the situation clearly, and do not make meaningless sacrifices.

In this regard, Fang Wenyuan didn't seem to care about it on the surface, but he had always been cautious, and naturally he would not be in danger of himself, so the thunderclouds in the sky had not dissipated, guarding him at all times, if someone really had ill intentions towards him, he would definitely die a miserable death.

Fang Wenyuan sat cross-legged, the green light on his body flashed, and the injuries in his body began to slowly recover.

Three days later, he stood up and recovered from his injuries. The Wood Spirit Qi of the Wood Spirit Vein was indeed the best healing elixir, so it was able to recover from such a serious injury in just three days.

At this point, he had already established his reputation here, and once the inheritance of the inheritance land ended, Fang Wenyuan would definitely be famous.

The old man's divine soul is to build a foundation, although most of the courage was used by Fang Wenyuan to heal his wounds, but a small part was also absorbed by him, so his divine sense has grown again, if it is dispersed at this moment, it can reach five hundred zhang, comparable to building a foundation!

Fang Wenyuan stretched out his hand and waved, and with a flash of inspiration, five storage bags floated in and were stuffed into his own storage bags by him. These five storage bags are the four of the old man and the monk surnamed Shang. After feeling the fiery gaze around him, Fang Wenyuan looked coldly, and the monks around him didn't dare to look at him, and lowered their heads one after another

"The trivial matters have been removed, it's time to climb to the Purple Sun to find out!" Fang Wenyuan muttered.

After that, he began to walk on the Tongtian Bridge, this time on the bridge, Fang Wenyuan after the transformation of his body did not feel any difficulty walking, as easy as walking in his own backyard. An hour later, he came to the front of the purple sun.

As soon as he stepped into it, there was a ripple above the purple sun, and Fang Wenyuan's figure disappeared into it.

On the bridge behind him, there were a few people with runes on their bodies, and they slowly followed.

At this time, a strange change slowly took place in the sky of the secret realm, and no one in the secret realm noticed it.