In the cave, the fire gradually faded away, leaving only a skeleton, the plate was in the ashes, and the last little soul also destroyed itself.

The three of them went silent for a while.

After a while, Fang Junmei walked forward, buried Jun Buyu's corpse, gave a simple sacrifice, and broke through the air with the two of them.

...

"Junmei, what are your plans next?"

After flying dozens of miles, lightning asked.

"Look at you."

Fang Junmei replied lightly.

"What?"

Lightning didn't react at all and asked in surprise.

"I said to look at you, look at you for at least a year!"

Fang Junmei said angrily.

"I'm not a child, why do you need to watch!"

Lightning suddenly became anxious. Why did Fang Junmei hate this as annoying as before?

Fang Junmei glanced at him and said, "Your strength has exploded too quickly, but your character has not kept up. If you want to go there alone, Bao Zhun will soon cause a lot of trouble. If you die, you will be a little bit. Don't involve Yunyan and the others."

"Don't look down on horses."

Lightning said coldly, with a look of disdain.

Fang Junmei said, "With your personality, now that your realm has exploded, I mostly want to go back to the demon beast wasteland to show off. Whoever offended you before will most likely come to the door. I'll ask you, how will you explain how your realm improves so quickly? Even if you don't want to explain, if your enemies make a sound, say you have obtained a strange treasure, say you have obtained the supreme magical power, and the monsters all over the mountains and fields are chasing you, what will you do then?"

When lightning heard this, his face condensed.

"...You guessed it yourself, and I didn't plan to do that."

After a moment, Lightning whispered.

The confidence in the voice is not very strong, and most of the time I agree with it.

"Don't talk nonsense. During this year, you follow me and grind your temper and go back to the demon beast wasteland. Remember to hide your identity, meet Yunyan and the others, and go to other strange places to practice and ventilate. Or go alone, they can't always rely on you to protect you."

Fang Junmei said coldly, and he was powerful without anger.

When Lightning heard this, he had a bitter face, but he did not refute it.

...

After the three of them left, they started walking in the Northern Holy Land.

The explosion of Fang Junmei and Wan Xiaohua are both in the sea of ​​consciousness, and other monks can't see it, so there is no need to worry at all.

And lightning is a strange face here, so don't worry.

During this year, the three of them were still free, either asking about news about Yang Xiaoman and others, watching the fight between other monks, or appearing in various cultivation markets, or sharing their experiences and insights.

The ecstasy after the lightning realm was finally gradually suppressed and returned to his previous calmness. In fact, when he was venturing with Yun Yan and others, he was still very alert and cautious, but it is normal for people who cannot withstand the ups and downs of life and their impetuous nature.

...

A year passed quickly.

On this day, Lightning finally bid farewell to the two of them and embarked on the journey to the Thousand Demon Sea.

Fang Junmei and the others continued their missionary journey. The Northern Holy Land is almost the same, and the next step is the Western Holy Land.

...

call--

The cold wind is howling, the frost is cold, and the snowflakes are flying all over the sky.

This is a world of exhaled into ice, and it is impossible for mortals to survive here. However, there are still creatures in this world.

...

This is Dacang Snow Mountain, located in a corner west of the Northern Sacred Region. After crossing this continuous Dacang Snow Mountain, it is the territory of the Western Sacred Region.

At the foot of the mountain on this side of the Northern Sacred Realm, there is a very small cultivation city. The name of this city is - Beijian City!

...

In the vast wind and snow, someone entered the city.

Fang Junmei and Wan Xiaohua were wearing thin clothes, flying in the cold wind. With their cultivation level, they naturally didn't have to worry about the cold.

This is the last stop of Fang Junmei's trip to the North Holy Land. There is naturally a reason to decide here. Even the time is within Fang Junmei's deliberate control.

One of them is square and handsome, with a handsome and heroic spirit, and the other is a slender figure and has long nine-colored hair. Almost as soon as they come, they attract the attention of blockbuster monks.

"Two more seniors from the Ancestral Essence!"

"We all have more and more sad days for monks of the world."

"It's only a lot, and it will be even more sad in the future. Have you heard of it? There is a mysterious sword cultivator in the east who passed down some sword seals for free, which has caused many monks to learn swords."

"Can you have more than the Western Sanctuary?"

...

After a while, the two of them entered the city, a blockbuster of discussion came into their ears.

At first glance, sixty or seventy percent of them are cultivators who practice sword essence, and they live up to the name of Beijian City.

"Brother Junmei, although there are many sword cultivators here, I have at least discovered six ancestral cultivators. You won't want to pass on the sword seal here, right? I don't think it's a suitable place."

Wan Xiaohua said in a voice transmission.

During this period, Wan Xiaohua was practicing. She had basically not asked about how to arrange this trip, which line to go, and where to go, and was not clear about Fang Junmei's plan.

"Of course not. I'm here for another reason. There's a grand event going on here soon."

Fang Junmei replied in a voice.

"What event?"

Wan Xiaohua looks curious about her baby.

"You will know just by listening."

Fang Junmei smiled, without saying much, and kept it a secret.

Wan Xiaohua rolled her eyes when she heard this.

...

The two of them wandered around the city.

The entire city is only fifty or sixty miles in a radius, and there are a variety of snow stone houses. These snow stone houses look like they are made of whole pieces of ice bricks, but they are not so transparent, but vaguely and cannot be seen through.

Some doors were open and empty, while others were blocked.

In the center, there is a large area of ​​luxurious and magnificent snow stone palaces, snow-white and simple, with a majestic momentum. You can imagine that the person in it has extraordinary identities.

As for those shops, they are mixed in this snow stone room, which looks a bit messy.

The two of them wandered around casually. In a short while, Wan Xiaohua really understood a rough idea.

...

It turned out that there was a strange area in the Dacang Snow Mountain not far away. This area contained a strong sword energy, but these energy did not condense into something like mineral veins, but instead turned into a strange creature - the shadow sword spirit.

Everyone came for these shadow sword spirits, and even the existence of Beijian City was for these shadow sword spirits.

After these shadow sword spirits are killed, they will leave behind a strange liquid called sword spirit water. This object is the main material for refining the top sword essence pill - Tianxin Sword Replenishment Pill. After taking it, it can greatly replenish the sword energy.

But of course it is not that easy to refine. No sect in the entire Northern Holy Realm can be refine it!

"Since they can't refine it, why did they kill it? Who are they planning to sell it to?"

Wan Xiaohua asked Xiang Fang Junmei halfway after hearing this.

"Western, Western Holy Land."

In the restaurant, Fang Junmei took a sip of tea and said lightly.

"The Northern Sacred Realm is not a place for the prosperity of sword cultivators, but the Western Sacred Realm is a place for the prosperity of sword cultivators. There are many sword cultivators, and there are also a large number of things related to sword cultivators. Some sects can be refined. After passing Dacang Snow Mountain, it is the Western Sacred Realm. After they get these sword spirit water, they will sell them. I heard that they can change both immortal jade or magical magic weapons, which depends on how many you have on hand."

Wan Xiaohua nodded and understood completely.

...

"Brother Junmei, are you going to kill those shadow sword spirits too?"

After a moment of silence, Wan Xiaohua suddenly asked, her expression slightly complicated.

Fang Junmei now has such a brilliant eye and smart mind. She immediately understood her inner thoughts. She must have thought of her own evil spirit clan from the shadow sword spirit, and felt sympathy.

Shake your head slightly.

"Xiaohua, I don't lack immortal jade or any martial arts magic weapons. This trip is just to see this strange creature."
To be continued...