Yao Wu also said that three thousand years ago, the Yin and Yang Ming family suddenly went into hiding, and I don't know what happened to them, anyway, since then, I haven't heard of it, and there are still Ming family members moving around in this world.

Because the curse of life and death is more famous, Yao Wu will know about what happened so long ago, and it is also because of his interest that Fang Wenyuan mentioned it.

At present, this lotus plant that is attached to the curse of life and death, although there is a thief to suppress it, but Fang Wenyuan still has no confidence in his heart, this is a hidden danger after all, staying in the sea of knowledge, Fang Wenyuan always feels strange in his heart.

After a long time, Fang Wenyuan sighed and forced himself to stop thinking about this. Then the divine consciousness looked inside, and at a glance, he found that the green meridians obtained from the thief had coincided with his own tendons, making his tendons and veins extremely tough, and they had also become thicker by three percent, which could make up for the lack of his spiritual roots, which was good news.

In addition, after absorbing some of the Qi of Otogi, his cultivation was also raised to the level of the eighth layer of Qi refining. Because most of the Otogi's qi ran to Zhihai, casting the damn Lianhua of the curse of life and death, although it will be difficult to distinguish between good and bad in the future. But at least his cultivation has improved, with his current cultivation, as long as he has a spiritual weapon that can fly, he can fly.

Fang Wenyuan dispersed the divine consciousness gathered by the sea of consciousness, and wanted to wake up from the meditation, but as soon as this divine consciousness dispersed, it actually dispersed outside the body, spreading eighty zhang square circle. The surrounding situation Fang Wenyuan closed his eyes, and he could actually sense it clearly, and he could sense the traces on the surrounding sand and dust one by one.

"The third layer of Qi refining can release the divine sense, and it has the effect of resisting the enemy, it is really true!" Fang Wenyuan muttered.

Fang Wenyuan really opened his eyes and saw that the white mist around him had already dissipated, and there was no trace of it, and the qi of Yimu had become thinner. It was at this time that Fang Wenyuan saw something above his head, only to see a huge vine ball on it, dark green, but now it was withered and lifeless, and a dead green lotus was faintly visible in the middle.

Before, when Fang Wenyuan came in, he saw that the poisonous lady and some people were gathering upwards with resentment, they should have been absorbed by the green lotus, and then used these grievances to raise the life and death curse mark on it, however, the essence of the curse blue lotus has now been sucked into the sea of knowledge by Fang Wenyuan.

Fang Wenyuan glanced at it, but he didn't look at it. Instead, he looked around, only to see that the people sitting cross-legged on the platform around him still didn't react, Fang Wenyuan slowly walked in front of the poisonous lady and called softly, but the poisonous lady didn't react.

Gently touched the shoulder of the poisonous lady with his fingers, what Fang Wenyuan didn't expect was that as soon as he touched it like this, the poisonous lady immediately turned into ashes and drifted away. Vaguely, Fang Wenyuan seemed to see the poisonous lady, and she floated towards the sky with a relieved expression.

Fang Wenyuan looked around and found that the old man on the platform he was on was also like a poisonous lady, and he disappeared. A phantom similar to the old man slowly rose to the sky, bowed to Fang Wenyuan on the way, and then went away.

Fang Wenyuan looked at the other platforms again and found that all the people on the platform had dissipated, and one phantom after another floated into the air, bowing to Fang Wenyuan. Then, either the eyes were reluctant, or the expressions were indifferent, or the hearts were unwilling, they all floated into the sky and disappeared.

After seeing it for a while, Fang Wenyuan also bowed to the sky, and his eyes showed guilt.

Lost his mind and said: "The spell has been lifted here, and you can be freed." ”

"The spell caster must have a medium to make people fall into the curse, so the seal of the curse is attached to the green lotus and hidden in the 'fairy vine'. The aura of Otogi that wafts out is the medium through which people fall under the spell. ”

"This 'immortal vine' is not a real immortal vine, I'm afraid it's just a spiritual vine that has grown for thousands of years. The reason why such a strong atmosphere of Otogi is exuded is because there are many trees here, and the wood is thick, and the wood is born with the wood. Therefore, the purpose of forging the illusion of the advent of a 'fairy vine' is to attract people to come, so as to cultivate spells with resentment. ”

"Use illusions to trap people and hurt their loved ones, so that they will become resentful! Use spells to fake the injuries they suffered in the illusion, and then hang their lives with the breath of Otogi to prevent them from dying happily, so as to gain more resentment. ”

"So, as soon as the aura of Otogi is gone, they will die! I have broken the curse of this place, but I have killed them. ”

Fang Wenyuan muttered to himself, stunned, and stayed where he was for a long time without moving.

Suddenly, an old man's voice sounded, "Xiaoyou don't have to blame yourself, life and death depend on your fate! This relief is also a good result for us and others!"

"Senior, you?" Fang Wenyuan followed the prestige, only to see the phantom of the old man who was on the same platform with him just now, and actually turned back.

"The old man's cultivation is a little high, and he can stay for a while. The old man has come to ask for something!"

Fang Wenyuan immediately gave up his hand and said: "The younger generation should do his best", the reason why he agreed so happily was because the old man's life was indirectly lost in his hands, so he felt guilty in his heart, so it would be like this!

"Thank you very much. After saying that, he changed his words and said, "I look at Xiaoyou's clothes, it seems that he is a disciple of the Feibo Sect, what the old man said is right?"

"I am indeed a disciple of the Fei Bo Sect!"

"The disciples of the Feibo Sect have always behaved in a good manner, and the old man is very relieved!" the old man looked emotional, and after losing his mind slightly, he shook his head and smiled to himself.

said: "The old man has a descendant in the mortal world, although it has been three hundred years now, I don't know if there is still incense in his vein. But this is the last trace of concern in the old man's heart, I only hope that Xiaoyou can help find it, if he can find it, I hope Xiaoyou can ensure that he can prosper for a hundred years, a hundred years!

"The seniors ask, the juniors should do their best, but how can the juniors find it?"

Looking at the storage bag in his hand, Fang Wenyuan's expression was not happy or sad, and he didn't know what he was thinking. This storage bag was left by the old man just now, in order to thank Fang Wenyuan for agreeing to his request. Fang Wenyuan naturally wouldn't be polite, after all, the other person was dead, and these things were no longer useful to him.

This storage bag is only about the size of a palm, and it is embroidered with a dragon and a phoenix, which is quite beautiful. But it's not just about looking good, it's about what's inside. The storage bag is used by monks to hold some miscellaneous items, don't look at it is only the size of a palm, the space inside is quite huge, as long as the divine consciousness is imprinted on it, open it as you like, and put a house in it.

With such a large storage space, this storage bag can be regarded as extremely high quality, and it is good to be able to hold a large vat in a low-level storage bag, so this storage bag, Fang Wenyuan likes it very much! What makes him even happier is that it contains thousands of shiny spirit stones.

The world of monks is not extraordinary, can not be bartered with gold and silver, but to use the spirit stone, this spirit stone refers to jade, jade is the essence of the stone, the ancient books contain: the introduction of the heaven and the earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, produced in the beginning of Hongmeng, the spirit of the world scattered in the four seas, through the passage of time, the years of sedimentation, and then condensed in the stone, called the spirit stone.

Spirit stones can be placed in arrays, refining weapons, and can also be directly absorbed into the body by monks, in short, it is very useful, so spirit stones have become a must-have for monks, and they have also become a common currency in the world of cultivating immortals.

Yao Wu had told Fang Wenyuan about the spirit stone before, and Fang Wenyuan realized that he was almost the poorest person in the cultivation realm. But at this moment, with such a coveted storage bag, plus thousands of spirit stones, he suddenly had a feeling of getting rich overnight in the mortal world!

There is also a flying boat in the old man's storage bag, although it is a little smaller than Yao Wu's, but it looks pretty good, and its name seems to be called 'Fengxing'.

There are some other long swords or something, and they look pretty good, but they're a little lower. Suddenly, Fang Wenyuan's eyes lit up, the storage bag flashed, and a small bell strung on the red rope appeared in his hand, shook it in his ear, and said, "It can't be shaken!

The old man had told him that there was a bell in his storage bag. This bell is not ordinary, although it is usually silent, but when worn on the hand, as long as others have killing intent on themselves, this bell will ring. Another use is to find his descendants in the mortal world!

Fang Wenyuan admires the old man's attitude of looking down on life and death, and his concern for future generations.

In the next time, Fang Wenyuan couldn't help the greed in his heart, went around, and pocketed all the things left over from the other thirty-two platforms. Human nature is inherently greedy, and Fang Wenyuan doesn't think he is a sage, so he naturally won't let go of this kind of thing that has no owner.

There are not many things collected, only a dozen storage bags, and the spirit stones in them add up to one or two thousand, and there are some miscellaneous things, which are worth a little spirit stones. Fang Wenyuan wondered a little in his heart, these people were high-level cultivators, why did they only have such a little belongings on their bodies? Could it be that they had been looted?

Fang Wenyuan didn't think much about it, because he turned to another good thing. To be precise, it is a glove, which is as light as a thing, as thin as a cicada's wing, transparent in color, not only invisible when worn on the hand, but also has no discomfort at all, as if it is not worn.

Returning to his platform, Fang Wenyuan picked up the silver thread he had held when he came in. It was all in the illusion before, so Fang Wen was far from seeing this silver thread, and now that the illusion was broken, he realized it.

Picking up the silver thread, Fang Wenyuan put the glove on it and cut it back and forth, rubbing it a hundred times, and finally showed a satisfied smile. The glove was not mortal, and it was as sharp as silver thread and did not cut it.

This was what Fang Wenyuan needed most, because the silver thread was too sharp, and if he wanted to hold the silver thread in his hand, he would cut his hand. When he was fleeing from the pursuit of the resentful soul in the Burial Soul Ridge, he once threw the long sword on the other side of the silver line, and then used the silver line to control the long sword to kill a resentful spirit, and at that time, his hand was injured. Now with this glove, it is really like a fish in water, like a tiger with wings.

Without hesitation, Fang Wenyuan directly put the glove on his left hand, and then pulled the silver thread hard. The 'thump' sound came from a distance, like the sound of tiles being crushed. I think it should be the silver thread that is cutting the foundation of the formation.

With a bang, the surrounding scene slowly faded away. Fang Wenyuan saw the familiar towering tree again. Breathing in the air of the mountains and forests, Fang Wenyuan only felt as if he had been reborn.