These days, he followed Fang Ling to sweep the Heaven Shattering Gate and blackmailed this Heavenly Slaughter Emperor Monarch.

I don't know how many natural treasures I get, but I haven't been moved at all. It's not that I don't know the goods, but I don't like these things at all.

And this little sapling was held in his hand and constantly played, which shows that the origin of this sacred tree is very extraordinary.

Although it was good to scorn Fang Ling, there were some things that Fang Ling knew that he still didn't ask, so he waved the things he had extorted from Jin Songzi in the void and said, "Senior, take a look, do you have anything you need?"

Sneered just glanced at it casually, and said with a smile: "You can keep all these things for yourself." ”

After tossing the Heavenly Slaughter Emperor and Jin Songzi for a while, Fang Ling began to think about which one he should deal with next.

Deep Space Ancestor, this thought had just flashed through Fang Ling's heart, and he denied it, no matter what, he couldn't lead him to find the Deep Space Ancestor.

Although it was no longer Luo Xi who dominated this body, Fang Ling did not allow her to be harmed.

Perhaps, I can only say sorry to everyone in Zong Zhou, it just so happens that his Wuyue formation diagram is still a little bit of something.

Just when Fang Ling made up his mind, he sneered and said again: "Your affairs should be almost done!"

"I'll give you three more days to deal with the trivial matters, and after three days, we'll set off, and it's time to take care of my business." ”

As he spoke, he sneered at the small sapling, and the whole person walked more than a hundred feet away in one step.

That's just a few steps. The scorn disappeared between the reckless mountains.

Although he left, it was Fang Ling's heart. did not relax, and even a kind of apprehension appeared in his heart.

Sneer at what he should do. He never asked, nor did he dare to ask, but he didn't believe that what he was asked to do was beneficial and harmless to him.

Now, he seems to be free, but he believes that as long as he has the idea of escaping, he can find him every minute.

One thought after another flashed through his mind. He didn't hesitate, quickly pinched the magic trick, and rushed in the direction of Lu Guo.

In these three days, he must arrange the matter of the spread of the True Dao Sect, the Seven Killing Alliance and the Twenty-One Nations Alliance, a total of forty or fifty countries, once these golden energies are gathered, maybe he will be able to use the last resort obtained from Mount Meru.

One hundred and eight mudras were cast at the same time, and this was the only means he could use to counter the sneer!

On the way to Lu State, Fang Ling's heart thought the most. Where are you going to take him and what are you going to do?

The blood-red dragon horse, galloping in the void, all the way to the west.

Fang Ling sat in the position of the emperor in front of the carriage. His eyes were peaceful as he watched the wind and clouds that kept passing by his ears.

At this time, he seemed to have no desire and no desire, and his expression was flat. But only he knows what is going on in his heart.

Three days. Although it is not much, it is enough for him to explain the affairs of Lu Guo clearly. Now the golden energy that had begun to increase was already intensifying. It filled his heart with joy.

That's less than a third of what it used to be, but it's a real increase.

As long as the true Taoism spreads, his golden energy will definitely become stronger.

And he has an extra possibility to save his life.

The carriage had already passed through Qiang Qin, and what area was further west, Fang Ling was a little unclear, but at this moment, he didn't dare to ask.

The scorn that came to him three days later seemed to have been stimulated by something, not only did he seem a little more fierce in temperament, but he also seemed to have lost his previous calmness.

Just a day ago, Fang Ling's memory was clear, a Yuan Infant Ancestor who was a little unclear about the situation was directly crushed by scorn just because he came out to pay homage to this carriage that belonged to the Heavenly Slaughter Emperor.

It is a real crushing, a finger, a direct extermination.

Although that Yuan Infant Ancestor was not too strong in Fang Ling's opinion, this situation also made him feel frightened.

If you disobey this scorn at any time, will you be directly crushed by scorn like this?

Fang Ling didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to think about it, he sat in the car and slowly comprehended the Xuanqi Dafa.

This is the task given to him, and no matter what he can deal with in the future, the only thing he can use is Xuan Dafa.

Although Scorn didn't say what kind of consequences he would have if he didn't use the Xuan Xuan Dafa, as a smart person, Fang Ling was definitely unwilling to risk his life to challenge Sneer's patience.

These days, Scorn has become less and less interested in the food he makes, as if there is a trace of expectation, a trace of violent sneer, which has made him more and more difficult to figure out.

Another ten days have passed, and Ryoma seems to have run to the end of the sky, and there is no human population at all on the plateau, which is thousands of feet higher than Zong Zhou.

No, it should be said that here, except for stones and stones, not even a little life is seen, not to mention animals and plants.

Although the dragon horse has the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Period, at this time, all of them began to sweat, and blood-red sweat continued to drip from them.

For ordinary monks, blood sweat is also one of the best materials for refining magic weapons, like the blood-colored sweat dripping from these dragon horses now, a drop can be sold for at least hundreds of high-grade immortal stones.

But now, the sweat is dripping like rain in the void.

Although these dragon horses also wanted to rest, their fear of sneer was even greater than Fang Ling's, and they knew very well that if they were not careful, once they annoyed the demon lord in the car, they would all lose their lives.

So between hard work and life, they made a choice very wisely, and they had to make a choice.

"Fang Ling, five hundred miles ahead, there is a lake, let's stop there!" The sneering voice sounded from the void at this moment.

Fang Ling nodded in response, and continued to urge Ryoma, rushing west these days, and sneering that he had not said the destination.

Now that I talk about the lake, it seems that I have been here before. I don't know how many years I was suppressed by the corpse, before the corpse was suppressed. What happened to this land?

Why was it suppressed by the dismemberment? And who suppressed the scorn by the dismemberment?

One thought after another. began to flicker in Fang Ling's heart, but these things. He simply couldn't find the answer.

After all, he sneered, and he really didn't know much about the events of those years ago, and relying on speculation alone was too far and too far away.

These days, the best news for Fang Ling was that the golden energy began to pour into the golden villain in his body.

It's only been more than ten days. The golden energy has been doubled.

Doubled, it can already support him to cast the nine great seals one after another, and the three major divine seals can barely support the casting.

This is the best news for Fang Ling, which means that he finally has another means to save his life.

Most importantly, these golden energies. And counting!

As long as he continued to increase at this rate, after three months, he would be able to perform one hundred and eight mudras in one seal, and perhaps rely on this seal. I can compete with each other.

That last seal, Fang Ling didn't know its power, but this was Fang Ling's last hope.

Half an hour later. The car finally stopped, and Fang Ling looked at the pool below that was only more than ten zhang square. It's hard to associate it with a lake.

This place, at best, can only be called a puddle. If it weren't for the fact that Scorn was here, Fang Ling would still think that he and Scorn had come to the wrong place.

Originally, according to his habit, Fang Ling wanted to use his divine sense to scan the water of this lake, but when he was close to the surface of this lake for a hundred miles, he made arrangements for him.

This arrangement is actually just four words, and it should not be left untouched. Although Fang Ling didn't know what he wanted to do, he knew that he would never violate Sneer's order at this time.

Sneering at the edge of the pool, there was a look of nostalgia in his eyes, and finally he walked slowly to the pool, reached out and picked up a handful of water.

The palm of the sneer's hand was not small, so there was a lot of water he held out, but judging from Fang Ling's position, the handful of water he sneered at was turquoise and clear when it was called the lake. But when it fell into the hands of the scorn, it turned black.

It's as black as ink, it's as black as ink!

Not only was he not angry at this change in the water, but on the contrary, his face, which was still a little worried, suddenly showed a happy smile.

He gently sprinkled the water in his hand on the ground, and in an instant, dozens of bottomless holes appeared on the jade-like rock.

These holes were corroded by the ink-black water. Although the hardness of the green jade was not too amazing, there was such a change in such a gentle throw, which still made Fang Ling's heart tighten.

Although it is good to cultivate by yourself, if you want to throw yourself into this strange pool of water, can you resist the corrosion of this pool of water?

Fang Ling's answer was yes, but according to Fang Ling's estimate, I am afraid that once the early Yuan Infant monk falls into this strange water, it must be an easy thing to save his life.

"You kid, you're really blessed this time!" sneered at Fang Ling, with a hint of coolness in his words.

What does it mean to be blessed? At that moment, he reached out and grabbed it into his arms, and a fishing rod appeared in his hand.

Fang Ling was also a little familiar with this fishing rod, this was clearly the divine tree that was obtained from the Great Array of Ten Thousand Trees and Qing, and it was the divine tree that was praised by this one.

He looked at Cheng Dù, who loved the sacred tree, and felt that he would definitely cultivate the sacred tree well, but he didn't expect that he would use it to make a fishing rod.

A fishing rod that has lost its life!

The cyan tree was carved with runes one after another, although the cyan line was only as thin as a hair, Fang Ling couldn't see anything special, but since it could be matched with this fishing rod, it should be very extraordinary.

As the thought flickered in Fang Ling's heart, he saw that the scorn beckoned towards a dragon horse, and before the dragon horse could react, it was already directly grasped by the scorn in his hand. (To be continued......)

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