This thought flashed through his mind, and Fang Ling began to move his position, allowing the point of light in his mind to represent himself to merge with the center line of the road.

The moment Fang Ling's feet merged with the center line of the road in the map, Fang Ling felt that the resistance had become seven points smaller, which made him overjoyed. After a moment of silence, Fang Ling did not immediately step forward, but slowly moved to the left and right.

He took two steps to his left and felt a tremendous force emerge from his front. This sudden force made Fang Ling's heart startled, and at the same time, it also made him quickly adjust the direction of his movement: this way is not passable.

And when he slowly moved to the right, the thrust that was originally only thirty percent of the thrust was gone. He felt as if he were standing in an ordinary clearing.

It's no wonder that the Venerable Master Jin Ding tried his best, but he still couldn't move forward, so this mystery is here. The current ruins can be said to be a ruined wall, and no matter how you look at it, it is the same all around. And no matter how powerful the Master of Jinding is without a map, it is impossible for him to guarantee that he will step on the center line every step.

As long as he can't step a step, then what awaits him is to be pushed out by the huge force of rejection. Fang Ling, who was infinitely happy in his heart, didn't dare to go fast, and walked slowly forward along the center line. Everywhere he went, although there was a name marked on the map, in front of Fang Ling's eyes, it was a mess, broken stones, carvings that had been worn out by the traces of time, and there was either half a point missing, or there was no half of the handwriting. Ahead was the Dacheng Palace, which made Fang Ling's heart rise with a trace of anticipation. Daesung Hall is the most important place in this ruin, and you should leave something for yourself!

When stepping onto the platform outside the Daesung Hall. Fang Ling felt that the vast and pure aura around him had become even thicker, and the accumulated rocks and broken walls had also become a little more. If it weren't for the three words Dacheng Hall marked on the tour map, Fang Ling would not have connected the Dacheng Hall with this place anyway.

As far as the eye can see, it is also a ruined wall. Fang Ling walked over to a broken statue. Seeing that the statue was no longer clear, but the moment his hand was gently placed on the statue, Fang Ling felt his heart tremble. A sacrosanct meaning that went straight to his heart. Fang Ling, who was shocked in his heart, hurriedly let go of the mutilated stone statue in his hand. The majesty of this majesty disappeared.

When Fang Ling looked down at the statue again, the statue was still a statue. It is no different from ordinary stones. After a moment of silence, Fang Ling relied on his courage and landed his palm on the statue again. This time, there was no reaction. The undying Fang Ling stroked this statue several times in a row, but unfortunately, this statue still did not have any reaction. Could it be that the statue was buried under these rubble bricks?Fang Ling's mind flashed with thoughts. He was about to reach out and lift a broken stone that looked the size of a millstone, but when he had enough strength to shake the stone, he found that his strength was acting on the stone like a dragonfly rocking a pillar. Although the mana disappeared, the protective golden body that he cultivated with the immovable vajra technique was still there, and the power that this protective golden body brought to Fang Ling was a 10,000-pound stone, and Fang Ling was able to pull him up hard.

But here, not a single stone can be moved.

Fang Ling frantically manipulated the immovable vajra technique in his body, and then tried to pull up a stone that was ten times smaller than the stone he had just grabbed, but unfortunately, although he had exhausted his strength, the stone did not move at all.

Looking at the stones piled up all over the ground, Fang Ling's heart was depressed, knowing that no matter how hard he tried, it would be in vain, so he simply walked down from the stone pile.

Continue to walk backwards, and there is still a ruin behind you. Just as Fang Ling walked to the back of the entire ruins and was about to leave, he suddenly saw a small golden tree, which was only more than four feet high, the thickness of a fist, and the branches of four fingers, with dozens of golden leaves hanging like human hands.

Around the small tree, a golden-like aura continued to spread around. These scents begin to fade when they are ten zhang away from the tree, and they become colorless when they are fifty zhang away from the tree.

Fang Ling had seen this strange tree several times in those secret realms of smoke and dust, and when he combined the tour map and the big tree in his mind, he had even personally felt the breath brought by the big tree. But this was the first time he had seen such a golden tree.

Although this tree looked very small, it gave Fang Ling the feeling that it was the most godly, the most holy, and when people saw it, they couldn't help but have a sense of worship. Fang Ling walked towards the little tree without thinking. But when he walked beyond the golden aura emanating from the small tree, he felt an invisible pressure that pressed heavily on his body again. This pressure was as vast as a mountain, getting bigger and bigger, and after Fang Ling insisted on walking for more than a dozen steps, he felt that he couldn't move forward at all.

The reason why this kind of aura that suppressed people's cultivation appeared in this space was because of the aura emitted by this golden tree? Fang Ling looked at the small tree fifty zhang away from him, knowing that with his cultivation at this time, it was simply impossible to get close to the little tree.

It's almost one o'clock and three o'clock, and it's better for me to leave. Fang Ling reluctantly glanced at the small tree, turned his head and prepared to walk back. The moment he turned around, his eyes fell on a stone tablet that stood three feet away from him.

I saw two words written on this stone tablet - Holy Realm!

Smoke and dust, secret realm, blessed land, and here, it turned out to be a holy realm!

What the Holy Realm represented, Fang Ling didn't understand, but he knew that this was definitely not a place he could explore now.

Walking back, it suddenly became extremely relaxed, but when I entered Debao Mountain, I returned empty-handed, no matter what, it was a little disappointing. Coming to the Dacheng Hall, which had become a ruin, Fang Ling couldn't help but start to stop and watch again.

Waste rocks piled up, bricks and tiles were scattered, Fang Ling blew the dust on a boulder, and saw a mottled word on the stone. This character has only one vertical and two horizontal, and it doesn't look like a word at all. However, Fang Ling had a mysterious feeling in his heart. I couldn't help but stroke it gently with this handwriting. When his finger landed on the handwriting, Fang Ling felt that his mind suddenly merged into the word.

But when his fingers picked up the words, he felt that his heart was empty, and he had nothing to gain. One vertical, two horizontal, this is ......

Ren, yes, this is a word of benevolence, when I was accompanying the tourists, a commentator seemed to have said, the original word of benevolence, one vertical and two horizontal, one represents yang, two represents yin!

The vicissitudes of the world, I didn't expect this word to still exist, Fang Ling, whose thoughts flashed in his heart, fell on the word again, and said to himself in his mouth: "The benevolent loves people!" In fact, he remembered this sentence because he saw an advertisement, and just when he was about to say another advertising word, he felt a vigorous and mighty energy, along his fingers, rushing straight into the stone.

This breath was only instantaneous, and it blocked all the meridians in Fang Ling's body, giving Fang Ling a feeling that his body was bulging up and down. But just like that, that mighty aura was still pouring into Fang Ling's body, causing his body to begin to feel a cracking pain.

Fang Ling wanted to break free of his hand, but that finger seemed to have taken root in the word benevolence, let alone break free, it couldn't even move. Fang Ling, who didn't think much about it, frantically operated the immovable vajra technique in his body, wanting to integrate these breaths into his body, but the strange aura didn't pay attention to the operation of the immovable vajra jutsu at all.

"Boom!" The originally stable aura around him suddenly became crazy, and a huge golden light, like a tornado, rolled up directly in the entire space. Fang Ling's hand that was in contact with Renzi was forcibly separated in this scroll. Fang Ling, who was black in front of him, immediately felt that his body was thrown out fiercely.

He didn't know where he had been thrown or how far he had been thrown out in an instant. The moment he realized that the storm was over, Fang Ling struggled to his feet. After all, once he left that area, he didn't have the strength to suppress the Tongguan Daoist, and he had to kill the Tongguan Daoist who had restored his cultivation. If he wanted to escape the pursuit of the Tongguan Dao people, Fang Ling had only one choice, that is, to find Emperor Liu immediately, and only when he saw Emperor Liu could he escape.

When Fang Ling opened his eyes, he found himself on a hill, with a clear stream flowing, giving people a sense of secrecy. But Fang Ling didn't have the heart to care about these scenery at the moment, he wanted to find Emperor Liu.

Looking around, where is there any human population? Emperor Liu, they are not here, could it be that he has been thrown out of the Golden Jade Palace? Thinking of this, Fang Ling took a closer look, and now the position he was in was not Qingxia Valley. This present made Fang Ling have mixed feelings. The good thing is that he is safe for the time being, and the worry is that the Tongguan Daoist who hates him to the bone is the first to find himself.

Emperor Liu, you must be closer to me!

Fang Ling was thinking in his heart, and just as he was about to find a direction to leave here, he saw a gust of wind not far away, and then a figure rushed in!

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