Chapter 185: The Line Between Life and Death

The vast white mist, the road ahead is long, but Fang Wenyuan is anxious in his heart, the Dao Ji is constantly damaged, if it goes on like this, I am afraid that the Dao Ji will be destroyed. ▲∴，

This time is different from Sangong, once it is damaged, it is equivalent to being taken away from the path of cultivation.

The corpses were like a sea, and Fang Wenyuan was rampage through it, and the flames on his body were still wrapped.

Everywhere he passed, there was a trail of flames, and the soil was charred black. It's like a flaming meteor, unstoppable.

Between tossing and turning, Fang Wenyuan came to a large-scale mausoleum group, with purple light shining in his left eye, patrolling around.

With a gloomy face, Fang Wenyuan spoke coldly and said, "Do you come out by yourself, or do I invite you to come out?"

There was silence all around, and even the corpse insects did not appear, and Fang Wenyuan's words did not work at all.

Fang Wenyuan's eyes flashed cold, and he drank: "Since you don't come out, Fang will pull you out!"

After that, he stomped under his feet, and with a shake of his body, the spirit of the golden crow broke away from his body and flew out, and his three-inch body rose in the wind, turning into more than eight feet, and fluttering his wings and flying high.

Balls of fire scattered from its body like a meteor shower. The earth turned into a sea of fire in an instant, and a crackling sound sounded, and some dry plants and trees were burned up in an instant.

The cold light in Fang Wenyuan's eyes became even colder, and he said, "Haven't you come out yet?"

Waiting for half a sound, there was still no movement around, Fang Wenyuan couldn't bear it anymore, so he slapped his palm on the ground, and the blue sky thunder in his body suddenly vibrate.

Like a tidal wave, thunder poured out of his arm, spreading across the land, and the whole sky shone as if the sun had risen.

Thunder strikes low and covers a wide area.

This blow seemed to have some effect, and the surrounding soil immediately began to churn, and more than a dozen stiffs popped out, however, the cultivation of these stiffs was too low, Fang Wen didn't even look at it from afar, and the thunder light in his hand suddenly multiplied.

These stiffnesses, which crawled out of the mausoleum, were immediately beaten into powder.

"Ah~~"

A burst of screams came from all around, like the howls of dozens of people together, some miserable, some excited, some complaining, some confused.

All the sounds came together like a gong exploding in your ears. Fang Wenyuan's face turned pale, his pupils contracted, and he took half a step back with a muffled snort.

"Do you really want me to come out?"

A strange voice suddenly rang out.

It can be heard that this is not from the mouth of one person, there are men and women, old and young, and even some seem to be silent, only making a strange sound of "coo~".

Then, there was a loud bang, and not far ahead, the ground churned violently, and the earth splashed in all directions.

A stout, huge willow tree rises from the ground. It can be seen that it was lying underground.

After the willow tree appeared, a breeze blew, and the forbidden land, which was originally slightly cold, became even colder at the moment.

The willow branch was raised, and Fang Wenyuan's breathing suddenly became short, because there were one head after another hanging under the willow branch. There are men, women, and children, as well as some monsters.

At this moment, their heads all turned around, their empty eyes stared at Fang Wenyuan, and they said in unison: "I came out, how about giving me your life as a price?"

Fang Wenyuan didn't speak immediately, but looked at the strange willow tree in front of him carefully. The divine sense spread out, but he found that he couldn't see through the cultivation of the willow tree in front of him.

Because Willow Shu's cultivation is like a vast ocean, even if he has the divine sense of the middle stage of Jindan, he can't sense the limit, so he can't judge the other party's cultivation.

However, Fang Wenyuan's Dao Ji was being plundered by it, so naturally he couldn't give up, even if he was invincible in cultivation, he had to fight to the death. Otherwise, if you can't practice in the future, it's better to fight here and fight for a chance to survive.

So he slowly spoke: "If you want Fang's life, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it." Even if you die here, Fang Mou has to let you know that if you dare to take away Fang Mou's Dao Ji, no matter who it is, you will have to pay the price!"

The figure moved, pointing at the spirit of the golden crow flying in the sky. The spirit of the golden crow immediately let out a hiss, and swooped down, heading straight for the willow tree.

The hanging willow branches all stood up, crisscrossed and crisscrossed, forming a huge palm, which suddenly pinched the spirit of the golden crow, and then turned into a cage.

The cage made of willow branches actually ignores the flame of the spirit of the golden crow, which is completely contrary to common sense, since it is wood, why not be afraid of fire?

Taking a closer look, Fang Wenyuan found that this willow wood was extremely cold, even if it was from such a distance, he could feel a coldness.

The spirit of the golden crow was trapped, which made Fang Wenyuan secretly bitter in his heart, but he was helpless, after all, the method of seizing the foundation that this willow tree had cast on him had not been lifted, and as time passed, his situation would become more dangerous.

So his body moved, and he suddenly rushed to the willow tree and threw his fist at it.

When the fist was still three inches away from the willow tree, Fang Wenyuan's body froze there, his face was red, but it was difficult to move an inch.

For the willow branch passed through the ground and grabbed him by the ankle, so that he could not enter.

With a bang, Fang Wenyuan was injured by the willow branch, and smashed a big pit on the ground, splashing the dust, and throwing Fang Wenyuan to pieces. But Willow didn't let him go, and after a little fall, it didn't end, but continued to fall hard.

The rumbling sound continued to spread, and Fang Wenyuan's strong body was finally a little unbearable, and under the churning of internal organs, the air holes were bleeding.

Moreover, Fang Wenyuan's eyes were erratic, and he seemed to have been knocked unconscious.

Suddenly, the golden light flashed in the sea of knowledge, Fang Wenyuan instantly regained his clarity, a cold light loomed in his eyes, his left hand pointed forward, and the wounded ring spun wildly, and a silver thread invisible to the naked eye burst out, cutting off the willow branch that bound his ankle.

Successfully breaking free from the shackles, Fang Wenyuan twisted his body strongly, and in a flash, the whole person disappeared without a trace, and the next moment, he appeared more than ten zhang away. Gulping in rough clothes, there was a rapid coughing sound, coughing up blood.

Under the inner consciousness of the gods, it was found that the Qinglian Dao base in the body had withered even more, and the operation of the Yuan Force had become extremely obscure, and it was no longer in the peak state. Fang Wenyuan knew very well that if he didn't knock down this willow tree, it would definitely not be as simple as losing the Dao Foundation.

Moreover, the damage of Doji is getting worse and worse, which means that his time is very limited, and when Doji's damage becomes more serious, it will be more difficult for him to fight back.

So he pinched the trick with both hands, and the thunder light poured into his right hand from the dantian, rushing with his fingertips, forming a nail. Fang Wenyuan pointed forward and shouted: "Blue Sky Thunder Technique, Heart Piercing Method!"

The heart nail is like an arrow off the string, straight to the willow tree.

The willow tree felt a faint threat on the nail of the heart, so under the shaking of the willow branch, the head of one of the men hanging on it immediately flew up, and a pair of hollow eyes bloomed with a trace of blue light, forming a shield to block the nail from the outside.

Fang Wenyuan said secretly: "Good opportunity!"

With a movement of his feet, his figure disappeared quietly, and the next moment appeared on the other side of the willow tree.

There were many heads hanging on the willow branches, and their existence was discovered at once, so they all turned to look at him, and being looked at by so many empty eyes, Fang Wenyuan's scalp was numb.

His whereabouts were exposed, and all Fang Wenyuan could do was to gain time and attack its body before the willow tree could stop it.

It's just that so many heads, so many pairs of eyes, immediately found him. The willow branches are like whips, blowing the wind and whining.

Although Fang Wenyuan was not shocked, he waved his hands in front of him and shouted in a low voice: "Qingtian Thunder Trick, break the military law!"

A mirror appeared strangely, in which the thunderbolt reflected and struck on the willow branch.

The heads hanging from the willow branches, their faces contorted, let out screams of pain. Under the tremor of the willow tree, all the willow branches were erected, and the head hanging on it was like the head of a poisonous snake, and a pair of ruthless eyes stared at Fang Wenyuan deadly.

The heads of these mad people had purple glint in their eyes.

Fang Wenyuan had already repelled all the willow branches that were obstructed, and he wanted to get close to the branches of the willow trees.

It's a pity that before they got close, the heads of those mad people all spoke: "Take!"

Fang Wenyuan moved forward, and suddenly paused, his body curled down, his eyes were scattered, and he spit out a puff of blood mist. Moreover, the body is rapidly aging, the hair is half white, and the skin is gradually wrinkled.

Stripes of blue spiritual light flew out of Fang Wenyuan's seven orifices and fell into the mouths of those mad heads.

Fang Wenyuan hung in the air, without the slightest aura in his eyes, like a dead man.

If it weren't for the painful stimulus that made him tremble from time to time, he would really think he was a dead man.

As the essence of the Dao Ji in his body continued to be taken away, and the blue aura surged outward, he aged even faster, and the aura of his body became weaker and weaker.

Yue Li Zhenren finally couldn't bear it anymore, because Fang Wenyuan had already had a life-and-death crisis, and things had reached the point where he had to make a move.

So he walked out slowly in secret, and sighed lightly as he walked: "It's still reckless, how can this willow demon's cultivation be able to resist you, a little foundation building monk?"

"However, you can find that someone is taking your Dao foundation, and you can even find out that the position of this willow demon is far beyond that of ordinary disciples, you are very good!"

The moment Yue Li Zhenren appeared, all the heads hanging on the willow demon turned around, and a threatening sound came out of his mouth.

The willow demon knew that Yue Li Zhenren was more difficult than Fang Wenyuan, so he naturally didn't dare to take it lightly, and separated some willow branches and went straight to Yue Li Zhenren like a poisonous snake.

Along with it, there were also heads, opening their bloody mouths, like Yue Li's real people invading away.

Yue Li Zhenren smiled slightly, and continued to walk forward unhurriedly, even humming a small song, completely ignoring the willow branches and flying skulls.

The sharp cries came and went, and Yue Lizhen frowned when he heard it, and said softly: "Noise!"