"Where is the territory of this evil race?"

Fang Junmei thought for a while and then asked.

Whoosh-

When Master Feng heard this, he pointed his fingertips and showed a rough map of the evil race in the void.

"Most of them live in the evil island, and are located in a very remote location, close to this edge of the Hundred Tribes' Holy Land. This is one of the reasons why few monks deal with them."

Master Feng pointed to a large island and said.

Fang Junmei nodded again.

"What about racial talent? What are they best at?"

"Of course it is the magical power of the Taoist mind, especially those evil magical powers of attacking the mind."

Fang Jun nodded slightly, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

Will your immortal heart undergo a qualitative transformation under the tempering of those extremely evil and evil supernatural powers of attacking the mind?

This evil race may really be worth a walk.

...

After asking several other questions, Feng Master answered them one by one.

"In addition to the evil people, what other places are suitable for tempering the heart of Tao?"

Fang Junmei asked again.

Master Feng smiled and said, "Neither the Prison King nor the evil race realized the three changes in the mind of Taoism. This opportunity is really indefinite."

Fang Junmei said, "I understand what Brother Dao means, but I really don't want to spend hundreds of thousands of years searching and searching randomly. Prepare the right medicine and it will always get better soon. My heart of Tao is suitable for going to those places to temper it."

Master Feng nodded and began to think again.

After a while, several places were reported, all of which were gathered by evil monks, but they were much worse than the evil people, and even the Dark Islands were not as good as those of the Dark Islands.

"Where are the other three major tribes?"

"My steps have never stepped out of the Hundred Clan Holy Realm. Even after the four major clans are connected, I don't know what happened to the three major clans."

Fang Junmei nodded again.

After asking nothing, I said goodbye and left.

...

After returning to the valley, he was still thinking alone.

After a long time, Yang Xiaoman was called out first and informed him of the decision.

Although Yang Xiaoman was reluctant to leave, she did not stop her. On the road to practicing Taoism, both of them carried too many things and had a path to face alone. One day, she herself would also look for opportunities for the three changes in the heart of Taoism alone.

He shouted out lightning, Yunyan, and Song Shede again.

After hearing this, the three of them did not persuade them.

"Yunyan, after Junmei left, I plan to concentrate on rushing to the middle stage of the demon, and then leave Miaofeng Island, and go to the scene alone for a while. You, Senior Sister Xiaoman, and Lao Song, practice here."

said lightning.

"Why are you?"

Yunyan said dissatisfied.

Lightning said seriously: "Don't forget our racial revenge. I don't want this peaceful day to slap my fighting spirit. I also want to improve faster."

When Yunyan heard the great revenge of raciality, there was nothing to say.

Yang Xiaogan nodded and said, "I also have the mission of the Mu Ling clan. In the near future, I will also plan to go out to experience it. Yunyan, you and Senior Brother Song are here, and Senior Brother Feng will protect you. As long as you don't leave the island, I believe it will be fine. We can leave a message through here and contact others."

Yunyan's little mouth pouted again.

"It doesn't matter to me, but if you get the alchemy materials, remember to bring them back to me, and the immortal jade I used to practice will also be handed over to you."

Song Shede had a tone of no ambition.

Everyone laughed and the atmosphere of parting suddenly dissipated a lot.

...

After a detailed discussion, Song Shede, Lightning and Yunyan said goodbye and left, leaving Fang Junmei and said something to his confidant.

"Junmei, can't you stop on this road of practicing Taoism? I really missed the days when I was at Budong Peak, I missed the eldest brother, the second brother, and…"

Yang Xiaoman snuggled up with Fang Junmei and said softly. But at the end, the voice stopped again.

If we continue, it will be the two who are entangled with the grudges of Linghu Jinjiu and Ren Pingsheng.

"Although I can't stop, I can't stop myself from now on. After coming to the Holy Land of Hundred Tribes, I'm very satisfied after meeting you again and spending these tens of thousands of years together."

"You are just easy to satisfy!"

Yang Xiaoman was dissatisfied with hearing this, pinched him hard, and said in a tough manner: "Don't you want more from God?"

Fang Junmei laughed at him.

Wow!

He picked her up with his waist, stood up, and said, "Senior Sister is right. Since that's the case, I will take a little more now and make up for all the time I have been practicing."

Yang Xiaoman heard what he meant, and his cheeks flushed, his lips curled and his eyebrows were filled with spring.

Fang Jun walked into the room with his eyebrows in his arms.

...

Three days in a hurry.

Three days later, Fang Junmei was alone and embarked on another journey.

Before stepping out of the valley, the figure had already turned into a void. After leaving the valley, it was even more unaware of it. It was looking for the direction of the monks and crossing the void.

Although there were many monks on the island who had ulterior motives, none of them noticed that Fang Junmei had left.

...

All the way, he went into the air without making any whistling sounds. Only the moment he stepped on his feet, the nearby void surging slightly.

Even if a monk discovers an abnormality, when he looks at it again, the void has calmed down.

After going all the way, Fang Junmei did not stop unless she restored her mana.

...

In the world of cultivation, there are still chaos, fighting and killing everywhere, as if all the monks were unconsciously brought into a certain rhythm.

Fang Junmei came over and felt moved from time to time when she saw her. She always felt that the world was heading in a certain direction, and he himself was also a part of it and could not escape.

God flew for more than 40 years without knowing it, and finally gradually approached the edge of the Hundred Tribes Holy Land and became closer to the evil island.

...

There is too much gravel.

There are fewer floating islands.

It is even hard to see monks.

A long distance away, the world is in a desolate appearance, and even the world far ahead seems to be a little darker, with a look of a demonic world.

...

Swish-

Before I could see the evil island, I heard the sound of breaking through the air and came from the side.

Fang Jun's eyebrows turned into a shadow and stopped, without displaying his spiritual sense, only looking at it with his naked eyes.

Soon, two figures were seen flying over on fire clouds.

The monk on the clouds are two young men, with arms and legs, and human figures, but their heads are obviously different, with narrow forehead, high cheekbones, sharp chin as sharp as the tip of a sword, and the outline is very strange, like a sharp awl with two ends and a drumming in the middle.

The sides of the eyes seemed to be painted with blood-red eyeshadows, and they were bright red, looking gloomy and evil, while the clothes were rough and simple, revealing large areas of dull skin.

In this way, it is exactly the evil race described by Master Feng.
Chapter completed!