Fang Junmei stood in the sky, ignoring everyone.

His spiritual consciousness, like a spider web, spread out, capturing every change in the void, and looking for a way out.

...

In the valley below, figures looked at him.

Of course everyone knew what he was going to do, but there was no hope in his heart, so he just looked at him with a sneer. Of course, there were also monks staring at Fang Junmei with complex expressions. The power of this attack was too powerful.

Among them are the old man Tiandao, and the mysterious and mysterious man Zhu Menggong.

As for the immortal medicine elder who had celebrated the festival, his eyes were even more sinister and hatred.

...

After scanning for a while, Fang Jun frowned and found nothing unusual at all.

Looking down, I soon saw the two old guys, Old Man Tiandao and Mr. Zhu Meng, who both saw them for the first time.

The old man Tiandao is a majestic old man with wide shoulders and thick back, white hair, straight waist, like an old tiger, and his eyes are deep and cold.

Zhu Menggong is also an old man, with a medium figure and an unusual appearance. He is wearing a navy blue robe and looks nothing special. His eyes are even colder than those of the old man Tiandao.

According to Murong Qiu, both of them are one of the oldest monks here, and they come in very early.

...

"Everyone, if you plan to go out, we need to work together and come up with a way. I believe there must be a mystery here to go out."

Fang Jun's eyebrows were in the sky and shouted loudly, with abundant magic power mixed in his voice, which spread straight to the distance.

When everyone heard this, they looked different.

"Boy, we have already thought about all the ways you can think of, and we can't get out."

Someone said with a sigh.

"Brother Bai Dao, it's not good for you to speak like this. Give the young people some hope and let them look for it slowly. Maybe he will really find it."

Someone said sarcastically, and said, "Little brother, after finding it, remember to call me, but I am old, so I won't help you find it."

“So what can I do if I go out?”

Someone said, "It was just from a small cage to a larger cage."

...

In a few words, none of them were interested.

Fang Junmei was speechless when she heard this. She was all a bunch of monsters.

...

Everyone no longer paid attention to him and returned to their lairs. Even the Dao Lang in troubled times entered the yard. The passionate Danxin Sword tempted him too much and was too inviting evil thoughts.

Fang Junmei's face turned black when she saw it.

He swept down and came to the entrance again. He saw the soullessness sweeping over, quietly taking out the Hot Blood Danxin Sword, and another sword was blasting out, and another rumbling sound was heard. The earth trembled violently, but it still did not break the hole.

Two swords consumed 60% of his magic power.

Helplessly, I gave up temporarily and returned to Taiheng Peak.

Bang!

The door closed with a loud noise.

But at this moment, Fang Jun's eyes shook violently, showing a thoughtful look.

...

"The door is open... the door is closed... the door is not open, you can't get in, you can't get out..."

Fang Junmei muttered like a lunatic.

"The ones inside the door cannot open the door...but the ones outside the door... can open..."

But his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Haha-I understand, I think of a possibility of going out!"

He said with a big smile and went out again.

...

Bang bang bang-

When I arrived outside Daolang's house in troubled times, I knocked heavily on the door.

"What's the matter?"

The sword man came out in a chaotic world and asked with a noticeable impatient tone, his eyes becoming a little unfamiliar.

"I thought of a possibility of going out. I won't practice here anymore. I will go with me to the valley entrance."

Fang Junmei said quickly.

"How to say it?"

Dao Lang was also a little excited in the troubled times. Although his temperament was evil, his thoughts on going out were exactly the same.

Fang Jun smiled slightly and opened and closed the door a few times.

"Look, if this door is closed, if it is integrated with this world, and there is no distinction between us, we will never know where it is, and we will never be able to go out, but as soon as the door opens, we will know where it is, and the opportunity to go out will come."

Dao Lang was also a person with a rough and delicate appearance. After hearing this, his eyes flashed, he pondered slightly, and said, "Your consciousness is - if someone comes in at the valley again, the mysterious door will open. As long as we catch the moment when the door is opened, we can go out!"

"That's right, what we have to wait for is the next monk who comes in, the moment he comes in!"

Fang Jun's eyebrows are focused.

Of course, the two of them couldn't expect when the next monk would come in, so they could only defend themselves!

"Something is right, go!"

Daolang agreed readily in troubled times.

...

Out of the courtyard, heading east.

Soon, the two of them entered the fog until the deepest place they could reach, and the outside of them was already full of thick fog. Their spiritual sense was not far away and they were swallowed.

"It's here. You continue to practice. I'll stare. If there is any abnormality, I will call you immediately."

Fang Junmei said.

When Dao Lang heard this, his eyes flashed slightly.

You should know that the next monk may come in at the next moment, ten or a hundred years later, or thousands of years later. Fang Junmei's attention will definitely delay his long period of cultivation.

"Don't think too much, I can still take this time to think about problems and deduce the way of space."

Fang Jun's eyebrows pierced his thoughts.

Dao Lang nodded in the troubled times, and started practicing without talking nonsense.

...

Sit and stand.

Fang Junmei stared at the fog ahead while thinking.

Suddenly, there are other possibilities to go out, and then there are new spatial supernatural powers, which is destined to be an extremely boring period of time.

...

Time passes quickly.

ten years.

century.

millennium.

The two of them were covered with thick red snow, like two red snowmen, motionless.

Dao Lang was always practicing in troubled times, while Fang Junmei always stood, with her eyes open and looking in the fog ahead, as if the most patient hunter was waiting for an opportunity.

During the past thousand years, there seemed to be several more fights in the valley. I don’t know why, but neither of them paid attention to it.

...

On this day, still staring at Fang Jun's eyebrows suddenly opened his pupils, and his elf flashed!

"Here you come!"

A light shout was passed to the Dao Lang in the Troubled Times. Dao Lang suddenly opened his eyes and looked forward.

I saw a blurry figure suddenly in the fog ahead, walking towards the side of the two of them.

Swish-

The two of them rushed out in the direction of this person together, and at the same time they carefully felt the abnormalities outside the person.
To be continued...