Ice God Blood Valley, on Taiheng Peak.

...

Fang Junmei is still in seclusion and has not fully focused on the accumulation of mana and the opening of the seventh small cave. She also spent part of the time to deduce new magical powers or accumulate the power of the soul.

Although the purpose of cultivation is not to fight with others, fighting must be one of the most important things in a monk's career.

Under the current situation, it is also very important to accumulate magic power, accumulate the power of the soul, and deduce new magical powers.

...

Swish-

In the room, it was as bright as day.

Fang Junmei stabbed out one sword after another. After each sword was stabbed out, there was a golden sword seal flying out. In this place of death, all he could deduce was the space sword seal.

The eyes are clear and trance!

In Fang Junmei's mind, he recalled the methods of the old man in gray in the fifteenth small world. The old man in gray dissolved the attack from him and Dao Lang in troubled times, recalling the mystery.

Swish-

The mind was rotating, and more and more sword seals gathered around me, sparkling and rolling, like fish, or little golden dragons dancing in the water, extremely lively, and even more mysterious ways of heaven and earth.

Soon, the golden sword seal wrapped most of the body.

call--

Fang Junmei raised his hand and threw it out, throwing the sword in his hand.

The sword circled in a circle in the air, then stabbed Fang Jun's eyebrows, blinking.

But immediately, the sword blade slipped out, and suddenly the scene of the two men sneaking into the old man in gray reappearing.

clank--

But after a moment, sparks splashed again, and the tip of the sword stuck between the gaps between the two sword seals and did not completely slide out.

Fang Junmei shook her head slightly when she looked at her.

"It seems that this fish and dragon dance sword seal needs to be pondered..."

...

He said to himself, put down the spiritual sword that he had seized from whom he had been seized, and then took out the passionate Danxin Sword.

Fang Junmei has recorded the magical powers in this sword, but there is still a mystery, waiting for Fang Junmei to understand.

That is, since this treasure is a magic weapon, it should have the effect of a magic weapon, rather than just a simple chopping and chopping.

After being greatly nourished by the power of faith, Baoling has also recovered a lot. Fang Junmei can finally carefully understand the effectiveness of this treasure.

Although this sword cannot be used easily, it has to be used even if it is at the critical moment of life and death, and when it comes to the PUBG, it has to be used even if it is not used.

My life is about to be gone, and hiding a sword is useless!

...

The sword is placed across the knees and the spiritual consciousness enters.

Fang Junmei Pan is on the ground, and his treasures are very strict.

"The Will of the Guardian of the Immortal Realm... Let me see, what do you mean?"

He murmured, and Fang Jun's eyebrows began to ponder.

...

bass--

After a while, Fang Junmei suddenly opened his eyes, and his temperament changed in this moment.

Compared to the past, there was a more firm spirit of guarding something, which was somewhat similar to the gaze of the Qing Emperor who was the passionate Danxin Sword.

Whoosh-

The sword is a little forward.

Just a simple action caused the sword to roar.

Behind Fang Junmei, there were even strange phenomena, rising up in a row. They were figures, densely packed, appearing out of thin air.

boom!

A huge explosion sounded.

This simple sword directly destroyed the forbidden and blocked house in an instant, turning it into dust and leaving with the wind.

...

In the middle of the scarlet snow, Fang Junmei held the sword and was independent, and the void outside her body was shattered endlessly.

Behind him, countless phantoms, holding swords and magic weapons, or making empty-handed gestures, all of them were looking bright and guarding the death.

...

"What's wrong?"

The loud shout sounded quickly.

In the troubled times, Dao Lang noticed the movement and left his house.

When he saw Fang Junmei and the strange scene behind him, he was shocked.

"Junmei, why is your breath so sluggish? And who are the guys behind you?"

The Dao Lang asked in troubled times.

Fang Junmei's aura at this moment was indeed very strange. The sword just now consumed at least 30% of his magic power, but it exuded a certain strong temperament, which was extremely contradictory.

...

"It's nothing, just try the power of the magic weapon."

Fang Junmei came back to her senses and said lightly.

As if you return from the immortal, you will be able to close your sword and all the scenes behind you will disappear.

The Dao Lang nodded slightly in the troubled times, his eyes fell on the passionate Danxin Sword. Fang Junmei had mentioned this sword to him before.

At this moment, the eyes of Dao Lang in troubled times began to appear in his eyes.

His mind and nature are obviously changing a little further.

When Fang Junmei noticed the gaze of Dao Lang in troubled times, his eyes turned cold. It was the look that Fang Junmei would have when other strange monks coveted the treasures.

At this moment, the two of them all noticed each other's abnormality.

All my mind was shocked.

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"Put it away, put it away, put away your baby sword, don't seduce me!"

Dao Lang shouted quickly in the troubled times, his eyes regained a little clear.

Fang Junmei smiled, and returned to her usual appearance, and took away the passionate Danxin Sword.

"I won't practice today. You and I will drink a few pots to recall the past path of practicing Taoism and keep a stable mind."

Fang Junmei said readily.

When the Dao Lang heard this in troubled times, he responded loudly.

We entered Daolang's room together in troubled times and started drinking wine.

...

Although they looked at the plum blossoms to quench their thirst, this method was unexpectedly useful. The difficulties and obstacles they had walked through were always maintained in their original path of cultivation, which made their minds a little more stable.

The next day, it was practicing again.

...

Time passes day by day.

Dao Lang was originally from the Demon Sect. He had a bit of a bad spirit and evil spirit. He also followed his own way of doing his own Taoist heart. As time passed, he felt the change of his mind and nature again.

When it happened to this time, I came to Fang Junmei to drink a few pots and recall the past.

These recollections are becoming more and more frequent.

But the effect is getting weaker and weaker.

...

On this day, the two drank until dawn.

After closing the door, Dao Lang continued to practice in troubled times.

Fang Junmei was alone and quietly discharged from the hospital. She left Taihengfeng. There was a worry between her eyebrows. He still controlled himself, but he already felt that Daolang's situation in troubled times was getting worse and worse.

He can no longer practice slowly, and must find a way to leave here, otherwise the Dao Lang will be finished in troubled times, the man will be over, and the future of practicing Taoism will be over.
To be continued...