Fang Ling could feel the cold killing intent in Ip Man Jian's words, he looked at Ip Man Sword's slender body, and said coldly, "I don't know who died!"

"Boy, this sentence is well said, just by what you said, Lao Tzu made you a friend, if someone dares to embarrass you, Lao Tzu will kill him!" Li Yuandu looked up to the sky and laughed, arrogant.

Li Yuandu said that he was sheltering himself, it should be to fight with Ye Manjian, but this kind of fighting spirit is what Fang Ling needs now.

After all, having Li Yuandu as a helper is much easier than dealing with Ip Man Jian and the gang behind him alone.

"In this way, there will be more Brother Li. Fang Ling smiled lightly, and he could be regarded as accepting Li Yuandu's favor.

The Three Flame Spirit Ji who was wearing a golden crown of flames glared at Fang Ling fiercely at this moment, and the meaning in this glance was naturally to complain that Fang Ling had thrown Li Yuan into the water.

Fang Ling didn't pay attention to this look. He doesn't have the heart to fight with a woman now.

Just when Fang Ling was thinking about how he should deal with Ye Man Sword after entering the Three Thousand Dao Society, he felt as if his mind had been hit hard by something, and in an instant, he himself disappeared into the void.

The moment Fang Ling's mind recovered, he found that he was no longer on that platform, and the place he was in now was a prison.

In prison, he was wearing a prison uniform, unkempt, and a wolf.

How could I be in this prison, as soon as Fang Ling's thought arose, he saw a mouse. Leisurely passed by him.

Looking at the appearance of the mouse, he was not afraid of him at all.

Fang Ling ignored the mouse. His first instinctive reaction was to urge his mana.

But it's a pity for people. Only at this moment did he realize that all his mana had disappeared cleanly.

He should be in the Three Thousand Illusions now, and the setting of this illusion should be to limit his mana.

Whether his own Xuanqi Yuan Infant can still be used, Fang Ling's thoughts flickered, and he found that his Xuan Xuan Yuan Infant was also forbidden.

The two primordial babies can't be used, according to the power of their own faith? The power of faith could be said to be Fang Ling's only hope.

After all, the power of faith has never been in the Three Thousand Great Dao, and many times, when the power of Xuanqi and Haoran Yuanying were banned, this power of faith was not hindered.

Fang Ling held on to the last glimmer of hope and urged his Haoran power. And at the moment when he urged, the golden villain appeared in Fang Ling's heart.

"Lord Wen, the Emperor Song has perished. Even their last emperor committed suicide by jumping into the sea, why do you insist on it like this!"

In a deep voice, a tall figure was raised. The man in the unicorn robe strode to the outside of the prison where Fang Ling was.

Lord Wen, Emperor Song. Fang Ling instantly reacted to the Heavenly Dao Wheel. It's really amazing, even these things. can be detected from their own hearts.

Although Fang Ling sighed in his heart, he had already recovered the power of faith, but he didn't care about this tall man at this time.

But Fang Ling's kind of overlook made the man in the unicorn robe feel that he was despised, and he snorted coldly: "Brother Wen, don't insist on it, it won't do you any good to persist." ”

"If you insist, you're going to ...... with your blood."

What was going to happen next, Fang Ling had basically guessed it, he didn't know what method this Heavenly Dao Wheel was going to use to crack this illusion, but now, with the power of faith, he was ready to use his own method to crack this illusion.

Therefore, Fang Ling directly urged his Nine Jiao Divine Fire Small Law Body, the rolling flames, and directly burned the people who came to persuade him, the prison, and the entire palace into flying ashes.

This illusion limited Fang Ling's strength, and it also limited everyone's strength, so when the Nine Jiao Divine Fire flew out, the entire ending was already doomed.

When Fang Ling randomly found a descendant of the Emperor Song and asked him to sit on the throne again, a cyan jade plate fell into Fang Ling's hands from the sky.

And the illusion that was in the midst of the cheers of the crowd dissipated.

After Fang Ling easily broke the Haoran environment that was aimed at him, he found that he had been moved to another place.

This place is filled with endless heat.

Ten huge suns moved slowly in the void, each of which was constantly throwing light and heat downward.

And at this time, in Fang Ling's hand, there was a bow and ten arrows!

Hou Yi shoots the sun, and he is now in the test of the arrow path pattern. Fang Ling didn't have any research on archery. At this time, it is really a bit difficult for him to shoot down the sun in the sky with the strong bow in his hand.

This illusion itself is not suitable at all, it seems that it is better to go to other illusions. But when Fang Ling was about to put down the strong bow in his hand, he found that he had no other way to leave this illusion at all.

What should I do?

Just as the thoughts in Fang Ling's heart flickered, the ten suns suddenly turned into ten huge golden crows, and each golden crow spat out a rolling sun true fire towards Fang Ling.

If you are burned by these true flames of the sun, I am afraid that you will be buried here. Although the Three Thousand Illusions of the Three Thousand Dao Society are the easiest, it does not mean that there will be no deaths.

Fang Ling stared at a huge golden crow, groaned for a moment, and suddenly pulled out the bow and arrow in his hand and shot it fiercely.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow was like a rainbow through the sun, and it was shot out by Fang Ling fiercely, but the final result was that it was missed. And the ten huge golden crows kept chirping in the void, as if they were mocking Fang Ling's archery skills.

Being ridiculed by a few golden crows, Fang Ling's face suddenly turned a little red.

A Golden Crow, which was a little smaller than the other nine Golden Crows, waved its flames and rushed straight towards Fang Ling.

Before it could fly close to Fang Ling's body, the rolling Sun True Fire had already invaded Fang Ling's approach.

Fang Ling's brows furrowed. Once again, the small Dharma body of the Nine Jiao Divine Fire was released, and nine huge fire Jiao were released. After seeing the boiling sun, it was like seeing the gluttony of food. Nine large mouths opened, engulfing towards the rolling true fire of the sun.

The ten golden crows saw that these nine fire dragons actually devoured their own sun true fire, and they became even more crazy for a while.

They are all elves condensed by essence fire, and although the flames of the nine golden crows can burn the Taoist-level beings to death, it is even more difficult to burn these nine-headed fire Jiao.

Almost instantly, the other nine golden crows swooped down from the void towards the nine fire dragons.

Fang Ling looked at the nine-headed Huo Jiao with an aggressive look. Between the frowns, he urged the Xuanqi Yuanying in his body.

In an instant, a black lotus platform rushed towards the smallest and fastest flying golden crow.

When the youngest Jin Crow started, he didn't notice the black lotus platform, but when he paid attention, the black lotus platform had turned into a black lotus sea. directly drowned him in the lotus sea.

The smallest golden crow wanted to get rid of this lotus sea, but unfortunately, the billowing black qi was like a dragon, around its body. Splashed all over the net.

Just when the smallest golden crow was unable to move, Fang Ling finally made a move, and he still used that strong bow.

"Whoosh!"

Another arrow. The speed of this arrow is there, but the accuracy of this arrow. It is still difficult to reach the point of passing through the poplar in a hundred steps.

But the smallest golden crow has already turned into a thousand zhang square circle at this time. Even if Fang Ling had his eyes closed, he would be able to shoot this golden crow directly.

At the same time as the smallest golden crow was shot, it suddenly became the size of a fist, like a crimson ball, and fell directly.

One of the nine-headed fire dragons, as if sensing something at this moment, he desperately rose into the air and headed towards the fireball.

Seeing the other nine golden crows that his companion fell, in the midst of the sorrow, it was Teng Kong who flew towards the void.

The crimson ball was caught in the stomach by the fire Jiao that rose out of the air. At the moment after devouring, a pair of golden wings suddenly grew under the ribs of the fire jiao.

This wing is not an ordinary wing, but the same wing as the golden crow just now.

In addition to this wing, Fang Ling even felt that the aura on this fire Jiao's body had also undergone tremendous changes.

Doubled, the aura of this fire Jiao was actually doubled compared to just now. Although he hadn't turned into a true dragon yet, Fang Ling felt that he was not far from a true dragon.

A roar like a dragon's roar came from his mouth.

This is not an increase in illusion, but an eternal increase. Fang Ling's eyes turned a little red as he looked at the fire Jiao that spread its wings.

Although the Nine Jiao Divine Fire is good, how can it be compared to the Nine Dragons Divine Fire. Now the breath of this fire Jiao, although it is not a true dragon, but if all nine fire Jiao swallow the golden crow, it will definitely surpass the real dragon and fire phoenix.

Without thinking about it, Fang Ling rose into the air, and countless lotus seas instantly covered the sky.

At this moment, what kind of arrow path pattern, Fang Ling couldn't care about it, he only knew that it was really in his own hands that was the real strength.

The nine golden crows flew in the void, quickly moving from east to west, but their cultivation was originally controlled to the point that Fang Ling was about the same, and there were bows and arrows that specifically restrained them, so inevitably, one by one, the golden crows fell down.

When there was only one golden crow left in the sky, Fang Ling wanted to shoot it down.

Unfortunately, when he grabbed the quiver with the palm of his hand, he found that his quiver was empty. Ten arrows, one of which missed.

And the arrow used to shoot the sun seemed to have disappeared into the void at the same time as it missed itself.

In the sky, the last remaining golden crow was still wailing in the black lotus sea, and the fire Jiao, which had already grown wings, kept surrounding the last golden crow, eager to swallow him in one bite.

But without the help of the sun-shooting arrows, no matter how much they bite, they could not swallow this golden crow into their stomachs.

When Fang Ling was about to test his other methods, in the void, a jade plaque fell again.

A jade plaque that is identical to the one he got in the first scene. (To be continued......)

PS: The second update is coming