Nanyue Divine Mountain, surrounded by countless clouds and mist throughout the year, even if it is a Daojun-level monk, it is difficult to see through the hidden treasures in Nanyue Divine Mountain at a glance.

But looking out from the Nanyue Sacred Mountain, there is no hindrance.

A golden bamboo leaf has already killed two Yuanying monks, nine Jindan monks are scattered, and more than a dozen monks are desperately fighting.

Shaking his head gently, Fang Ling gently tore off a leaf from the golden bamboo beside him and threw it on the ground.

The Dao pattern hidden in the golden bamboo leaf was of no great use to an existence of Fang Ling's level.

Even the golden bamboo that grew golden bamboo leaves was just a better refining material for Fang Ling.

When a monk with black and white hair on his head flew away with the golden bamboo leaves, Fang Ling took his gaze back.

Since coming to this small peak, Fang Ling had seen this battle ten times, once a year, which meant that he had been coming to this small mountain peak for ten years.

Ten years is a huge number for mortals, but for monks, especially for those who have reached the level of Dao Venerable, it is just a retreat.

Fang Ling hadn't explored this Nanyue Divine Mountain in the past ten years, and his main energy was focused on recovering from his injuries.

Although in that collision, the main force was acting on the body of the Innate Yuan Spirit, but Fang Ling, as the controller of the Innate Yuan Spirit, was also traumatized.

Moreover, this kind of trauma was particularly troublesome to recover, if it weren't for Fang Ling's Haoran Dao that could fight against that trauma, Fang Ling even felt that this injury might never get better.

Re-sit on the rudimentary rockfall. Fang Ling began to slowly run the Haoran Qi in his body, between the surging True Yuan movements. I saw a light wheel that showed six colors: purple, blue, black, white, red, and yellow, and began to rotate outside Fang Ling's body.

This light wheel. Endlessly, this light wheel was devouring the power in Fang Ling's body.

Fang Ling was so familiar with this light wheel that he was familiar with it, and he could even deduce what the next step of the light wheel would be.

It was precisely because of Fang Ling's familiarity that Fang Ling's aura was constantly fighting against that light wheel, grinding out the light wheel that devoured his true yuan.

I don't know how long it took. Above Fang Ling's head, which had been shrouded in the rolling Haoran aura, a Dao pattern full of Haoran's vast aura flew out, and around that vein, a looming six-colored light wheel appeared.

The six reincarnation dao pattern imprints, the six reincarnation dao patterns that were deeply imprinted on Fang Ling Haoran's dao pattern, were the greatest harm to Fang Ling's injury.

At the moment when these six reincarnation patterns appeared, the vast Haoran Dao patterns suddenly emitted a dazzling light, enveloping the past towards the six Dao patterns.

Six patterns come together. Each of them could not compete with the Haoran Dao Pattern that Fang Ling had urged, but each of these six Dao Patterns, if each of them was slightly wiped out, there would be another one to replace it.

Endless. It's extremely uncomfortable.

But at the moment when the color of these six Dao patterns became a little dim, Fang Ling let out a soft sound, that Haoran Dao pattern. It turned into a sharp long sword and slashed directly towards the six Dao patterns.

There is no skill in chopping. But the broad atmosphere is a momentum that is difficult to stop in heaven and earth.

The six kinds have been integrated into the depths of the Fang Ling Dao pattern. The Dao Pattern, which was almost impossible to eliminate, was directly shattered into dust with Fang Ling's surging slash.

The dazzling long sword, at this moment, emitted an incomparably loud roar, like a real dragon, looking up to the sky in the void and roaring.

Fang Ling's face was also full of comfort, in the past ten years, he had relied on Haoran Dao Pattern day and night to wipe out the injuries that had penetrated into the depths of his Dao Pattern.

Day by day, the progress was extremely slow, and it took ten years to do so.

It is also the water grinding work of the past ten years that has the coolness to directly cut off the Dao wounds that have plagued the body for ten years in one fell swoop.

Without the suppression of Dao Wounds, Fang Ling felt that the Haoran Sword in his heart had become sharper, and he felt that he could slash everything in heaven and earth with one sword.

Although it has not been easy in the past ten years, the strength of his Dao pattern has doubled compared to ten years ago.

Relying on the strength of my current Dao Pattern, it shouldn't be a problem to survive the second Dao Tribulation.

After estimating his Dao Pattern clone, Fang Ling's divine sense probed towards a corner of his heart.

In that corner, the billowing flames were still raging, and in the depths of this flame, a huge crimson fireball was out of place in this area.

Even Fang Ling's divine sense couldn't enter this crimson fireball.

Inside the crimson fireball was the Innate Yuan Spirit, after the battle of Na Mo Yun Mountain, the Innate Yuan Spirit re-turned into a round ball, existing in one of the twenty-four heavenly small worlds that Fang Ling had restored again.

This innate spirit doesn't know when he will be able to wake up.

Three days later, Fang Ling, who had completely recovered his peak state, had an extra white jade bottle in his hand.

Although this jade bottle has countless Dao patterns banned, but through those Dao methods, you can still feel a hot breath coming from this jade bottle.

Fang Ling's Haoran Dao Pattern was beating, and Fang Ling's Xuanqi Dao Pattern was also beating, these two Dao Patterns that both belonged to Fang Ling wanted to rush into this jade bottle.

Inside this jade bottle, what is hidden is the treasure that Fang Ling obtained from the innate primal spirit, and there is a great avenue to give birth to the innate primal spirit, as the innate essence of the innate primal spirit.

A mouthful of innate essence, even if it is a Daojun, after seeing it, he will be crazy about the innate essence.

Before opening the jade bottle, Fang Ling had already laid down most of the formation in his hand, and that was the broken Qi Qiankun Array, which was also arranged by Fang Ling in the deepest part of his body.

Although Fang Ling felt that he was not in much danger in the Heng Mountain of Nanyue, he was still careful in everything.

A cloud of crimson liquid floated out of the jade bottle, this liquid looked like a ball of flames, but Fang Ling felt that it was a cloud of Dao.

A mass with countless dao patterns can give birth to countless dao patterns.

His Haoran Dao pattern is extremely enthusiastic about this group of innate essences, and his broad and heroic aura is very close to this hot liquid.

And although the aura of that Xuanqi Dao pattern was incompatible, the devouring nature made him also want to devour the innate essence of the innate element.

Fang Ling's eyes stared at the Innate Yuan Essence tightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he moved towards the Innate Yuan Essence, and all the Innate Yuan Essence all fell towards the path of Haoran.

Although the effect of the integration of the Dao of Haoran and the Innate Yuan Essence is better, the effect of the integration of the Dao of the Xuan Xuan into the Innate Yuan Essence is not much worse.

The reason why Fang Ling fused the Dao of Haoran with all the innate essence was not only because the Dao of Haoran was his foundation, but also because he realized more and more clearly that although the clones were equally important, the two clones were equally strengthened, and it was better to make one clone stronger. (To be continued......)