Those foundation building disciples quickly looked towards the outside of the cave, and saw Changhong turn into a cyan ice dragon, surrounding the mountain peaks not far away.

Ice attribute ribbons, no wonder Fang Lao Zu didn't give me the ribbons. Xu Feiqiong, who understood Fang Ling's intentions in his heart, immediately saluted again: "Thank you Ancestor for your guidance, the disciple understands." ”

"Well, since you like this treasure, take it and use it first, but remember, don't practice too hard. ”

As Fang Ling spoke, he pointed towards those magic weapons and said, "In the future, as long as someone advances to the Golden Pill, they can get one from me." ”

This sentence immediately made the eyes of those foundation building monks light up. They were already very eager to advance to Jindan, and now with this precious magic weapon, they were even more motivated.

"Ancestor, there is a servant of yours, named Hou Dazhuang, who came a few days ago, saying that he had something important to tell the ancestor!" When Xu Feiqiong and the others were about to retire, Fu Jingbai said softly.

When the thin monkey came to Fang Ling's cave, he looked a little restrained. Last time, although Fang Ling had met with him when he killed Lanyang Yushi, Fang Ling really had too many things at that time, and the two of them didn't say much.

"Meet Childe!" Looking at Fang Ling, who was coming towards him, the thin monkey was about to bow to the ground.

Fang Ling waved his sleeves and directly dragged the thin monkey's kneeling body and said, "Didn't I tell you last time, between us, don't be so polite." ”

"Childe, I'...... I'm really ......" The skinny monkey touched his head, a little overwhelmed.

In Dingfang City, if people who are familiar with the thin monkey know the once majestic Uncle Hou in their eyes. I'm afraid I'll be stunned and surprised to drop my big teeth.

Fang Ling smiled and said, "You sit casually, running from Dingfang City in such a hurry." Is there something going on?"

"Back to Childe, the little one was a little too excited to see Childe at that time, and forgot about an important thing. As the thin monkey spoke, he gently handed a letter to Fang Ling and said, "Childe, this was put on our house by someone two years ago. ”

Fang Ling picked up the letter and opened it, and saw that it read: "Fang Ling, I want to see your mother." Please go to the true fairy temple on the outskirts of Lianyun City. ”

The handwriting was so hard that it looked like it was written by a man.

Who is this man, and why did he leave such a letter for himself, and his mother? Where is it now?

After being reborn, Fang Ling had never seen that mother, and if he wanted to talk about feelings, he naturally couldn't talk about it.

But after he fused the memories of his master. The admiration for my mother in my heart. But it also unconsciously integrated into his heart.

According to the letter left by the mother back then, it seems that she went to the blessed land of Wangwu Mountain. Now this man is sending a message to himself, and this is ......

One thought after another flashed through Fang Ling's mind. He thought that he would pay more attention to the blessed land of Wangwu Mountain, but he didn't expect that in the bottom of his heart, a desire would arise.

One wanted to see Fang Qingmei. Look at what kind of longing she's living now.

Fang Ling knew that this desire should come from the thoughts in the subconscious of that master. And I can only guide this kind of thought, but I should not stop it.

After all, this kind of thing that is related to the harmony between him and the master's mind cannot give birth to the slightest difference.

What's more, for the blessed land of Wangwu Mountain, he also has some desires in his heart. The battle with Tongguan Daoren made Fang Ling feel more and more the gap between himself and some old monsters who had been cultivating for many years.

If it weren't for his own means, if it wasn't for Tongguan Daoren's mistakes, I'm afraid that he would have been defeated this time. Enlightenment Condensation, which takes a lot of time, so Fang Ling prefers to improve his cultivation through the tour map of a higher level.

The tour map of the blessed land level was no longer suitable for Fang Ling at this time. He originally wanted to find the Xiong royal family and re-enter the Lushan Cave Heaven.

Now this thin monkey has brought him news of his mother, and if he finds her, he can also take the opportunity to get a picture of the cave.

When the thin monkey was groaning in Fang Ling, he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to take a breath. Now, he is very clear about the status of this son.

The person with the highest status in the entire Lu country!

This sentence is definitely not an exaggeration, with Fang Ling's current power, this sentence can be said to be well deserved.

With a decision in his heart, Fang Ling put away the letter and talked to the thin monkey about the past for a few more words, and Fang Ling suddenly thought of something.

As soon as he patted his small Qiankun bag, a pill that he had forgotten for many years appeared in his hand.

"This is a Nine Transformation Dao Dan, you are now at the peak of the sixth layer of Qi training, as long as you take this Dan, you will be able to enter the seventh layer of Qi training. ”

The Nine Turning Dao Dan, who was able to allow himself to enter the seventh layer of Qi training, suddenly showed ecstasy on the thin monkey's face. Over the years, one of the biggest regrets in his heart was that he didn't become the seventh layer of Qi cultivation.

He originally thought that in his life, he would have no hope of entering the seventh layer of Qi cultivation. But he didn't expect to come to see Gongzi once, and he actually gave him a nine-turn Dao Dan.

"Thank you, Childe!" the thin monkey said, respectfully took the Nine Transfers Dao Dan, and then cherished it and put it in his pocket.

Fang Ling's mind swept away, and he found that there were a lot of magic weapons and charms in his small Qiankun bag, so with a wave of his hand, he directly took these things out of the Qiankun bag, made a small Qiankun bag, and handed it to the thin monkey.

Looking at the thin monkey with a grateful face saying goodbye and leaving, a trace of gloom rose in Fang Ling's heart.

Although the thin monkey has his own Nine Transformation Dao Dan, it is not a problem to advance to the seventh level of Qi training, but the thin monkey's qualifications are average, and it is unlikely that he wants to go further and become a foundation building monk.

Even if the Ten Thousand Stars Foundation Building Method is used, there is little hope for the thin monkey to build the foundation.

A thought flashed in his heart, and Fang Ling picked up the letter again.

Lianyun City, this seems to be a city in the western suburbs of Lu State.

With a flash of thought in his heart, Fang Ling took out the Demon Flag, and as soon as he slapped the Demon Flag, a finger-sized fiery red stripe appeared in his hand.

This pattern is naturally the pattern that Fang Ling snatched from the Tongguan Dao people. The moment he held that pattern in his hand, Fang Ling felt as if there was a flame around him.

The flames burned and raged.

But when he tried to sense the flame, it seemed as if it had been cut off by something.

This made Fang Ling feel a very uncomfortable feeling in his heart, and he understood that the reason for this situation was not only because this pattern did not belong to him, but also because this pattern was truncated.

Some time ago, Fang Ling wanted to use the Xuanmu Dafa to devour this pattern, but the Xuanmu Dafa, which had always been all-encompassing, disappointed Fang Ling like never before.

No matter how Fang Ling urged it, the Xuanqi Dafa couldn't swallow half of this pattern.

However, from this mutilated Dao pattern, Fang Ling did not find nothing. After these days of contemplation, Fang Ling had comprehended a lot of information from the Dao pattern.

As far as the way of fire of Tongguan Dao people condensing Dao patterns is concerned, there are six ways of fire, which are light, heat, rigidity, explosion, yin, and softness. These six paths, no matter which one they understand, can be used endlessly.

And what Tongguan Dao people have learned is the way of explosion, but the pattern he condensed is only a small branch of the way of explosion.

If this explosion is called an elephant, then what Tongguan Dao people have learned is nothing more than a tail of an elephant.

However, it was this tail that also doubled the mana of Tongguan Daoren, and using this pattern as a magic weapon almost damaged Fang Ling under the Dao chain.

Where is the Dao of the Xuanqi and Haoran Qi that he has cultivated, and when will he be able to condense both of them into Dao Patterns?

This question kept flashing in Fang Ling's heart, but Fang Ling didn't have an answer, because until now, he hadn't found the Dao that belonged to the Xuanqi Qi and the Haoran Qi, let alone the Condensation Dao Pattern.

Ten days later, Fang Ling appeared in Mangqing Mountain.

The scenery of this green mountain is still the same, and the three big characters of the fairy road are still dazzling. Fang Ling looked at those three big characters, and couldn't help but think of the situation when he ascended to this immortal path back then.

He came to Mangqingshan this time, naturally not for nostalgia, he came to this Mangqingshan for thousands of Buddha Mountains.

On this Thousand Buddha Mountain, he obtained the verses of the Immovable Vajra Body and the Maitreya Sutra of the Lower Life, which benefited him a lot. In particular, the verses of Maitreya's Sutra of the Next Life made his spiritual cultivation much stronger than that of ordinary monks.

Now, he came to Thousand Buddha Mountain again, but he wanted to find the mysterious golden power from Thousand Buddha Mountain to repair the withered golden villain in his body.

"This fellow Daoist, Mang Qingshan is the place of trial for my four major sects to receive disciples, if you don't have anything to do, it's better to leave on your own. Just as Fang Ling's gaze was staring at the path of seeking immortals, a foundation building monk in his thirties flew over quickly.

Fang Ling glanced at the middle-aged monk and found that this person he knew was the Golden Crow Law of the Nine Lotus Sect.

When he embarked on the path of seeking immortals, the five great foundation disciples who presided over the path of seeking immortals had this Jin Wulu.

For this person, Fang Ling thought that he had forgotten about it, but he didn't expect to be able to meet him at this time.

"Jin Daoyou, don't come unharmed. ”

Hearing Fang Ling greet him, Jin Wulu was stunned for a moment, although he looked at Fang Ling a little familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had seen this young monk.

Although Fang Ling gave him the feeling of being young, this person gave him a feeling that he was still like a mountain. According to his divine sense, he couldn't even see this person's cultivation.

"Please forgive me for being clumsy, I don't know what to call a fellow Daoist?"

Looking at Jin Wulu who was holding his fists, Fang Ling smiled and said, "More than twenty years ago, the five major sects recruited disciples, and I came here at that time. ”

"You...... You are Fang Ling!" Jin Wulu looked at Fang Ling with a shocked expression, his eyes full of disbelief, but immediately, he knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "Disciple Jin Wulu, meet Fang Ancestor!" (To be continued......)

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