The restricted aura dissipated silently.

Another place was opened.

This is a blocked courtyard with no vines coming in, and it still retains its appearance back then, with only a thick layer of gray falling.

Stone tables, stone chairs, swings, railings... just like those in the past.

It was as if the master had left for a long time and never came back. The courtyard was as quiet as death, and only the sound of the two of them echoed.

The reason why the two came in was because the spiritual consciousness saw a white jade box in a house in the yard, placed on the table.

The jade box was sealed with a talisman.

This was the first time that the two of them saw something in the ban and blockade, and their eyes lit up.

The expression of the Green Robe Venerable was even more complicated. After it was lit, it immediately became dim and realized that he was in the current situation. Even if he had any treasure, he would not have the share. How could he compete with Fang Junmei?

Bang--

Fang Junmei waved her hand from afar and hit a closed wooden door. First, it made a special sound, and then she saw the wooden door breaking into a pile of wooden slag and falling to the ground, which had long been corroded by time.

...

And at the next moment, an abnormality has been born!

"Dog thief, how dare you covet the treasures of our spiritual root clan!"

A loud shout from a young male suddenly came from the void on all sides, and his voice was angry and irritable.

"There are monks alive?"

The two were stunned when they heard this.

At the same time the sound came, the rich wood aura in the world suddenly surged, condensed into huge blue hands, slapped at the bodies of the two.

There are everywhere, all around the sky, the earth, and the surroundings are tightly surrounded and there is no escape!

Every big blue hand seemed to be the heaviest mountain range. The old man, the green robe, bent his waist instantly, and he felt that he could not stand straight and his breathing was about to stop.

"My life is over!"

The old guy was so shocked that he was scattered and his face looked like earth.

At this moment, Fang Junmei was surprisingly calm, and her eyes flashed with a flash of lightning. She took out the Mo Yu Sword first, and the Taoist aura of her body surged!

Whoosh-

The sword roared, and the long sword drew a circle, and it was Guixu again.

Bang bang bang bang bang-

The terrifying explosion sounded loudly.

Every big blue hand that was photographed was squeezed, milled, teared, twisted, and twisted halfway through the way, and exploded with a bang.

The air waves rolled in.

Fang Junmei naturally has a void appearance.

The old guy, the Green Robe Venerable, was in trouble. He was photographed and vomited blood. His body was shaking, but fortunately it was just a wave of air, otherwise he would have to finish playing this little boy.

After shattering the blue hands, the spiritual consciousness swept in all directions, but no trace of the monk was found.

...

Boom-

After a long time, the wave of air gradually subsided. When I looked at it, the pits on all sides had been barred from a radius of thousands of feet, no longer the appearance of the elegant courtyard before, and were in a mess.

The green-robed Venerable's mouth was covered in blood, and she looked at Fang Jun with amazement.

"How could this kid be so powerful? Or is it that the monk Fanzhu is so powerful?"

The Green Robe Venerable was shocked and once again felt the unfathomable depth of Fang Junmei.

"What happened to the attack just now?"

Fang Junmei asked.

The Green Robe Venerable woke up in shock and said quickly: "It should be the former cultivator of Lingmu Sect. He used some secret means to attack, but he was not really alive."

Fang Jun nodded, feeling a bad premonition in his heart that the senior of Shenmuhai was most likely to die under such means.

After this man died, the restrictions regenerated and blocked his death land and buried it.

Sweeping around, Fang Jun opened his eyebrows and took a photo.

call out--

The gold box sealed by the talisman rushed out of the soil and flew towards his hands.

The green robe master saw a burst of heat in his eyes, but he couldn't say a word.

Bang!

After successfully opening the golden box, Fang Junmei looked at it with her spiritual consciousness, and then she then melted into the void before she opened it.

Seeing that his body was melting into the void, the Venerable Green Robe was worried that there would be something strange in the box, so he quickly used his defense measures.

A silver light burst into flames.

What was placed in the box turned out to be a seed-like thing, shaped like a pea, with a silvery outer skin, and it was impossible to tell what it was. It was obviously a breath of life, but it was like hibernation, with a very weak breath.

In my mind, the jade slip left by Song Shede flashed through my mind. However, the records of this guy were all adult spiritual roots, not seeds, and they could not be compared.

"Fellow Daoist is a great expert in plants and trees. Can you recognize this seed?"

Fang Junmei asked the Green Robe Venerable.

The hotness in the green robe's eyes at this moment had already cooled a little, and he shook his head and said, "I don't recognize it either."

Fang Junmei nodded and said, "I have accepted this item and I'm just giving it to someone."

A tenderness flashed in his eyes. Of course, this seed was to be given to Yang Xiaoman.

The Green Robe Venerable had no objection.

The two of them stopped staying for a long time, and went to other directions to lift the ban.

...

The cracking speed is sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

In his spare time, Fang Junmei looked at the cracked bans, and it was indeed like living. As the vines moved, the bans grew out again. The cleverness in them made him sigh at the magic.

The terrain ahead also gradually grew higher.

The former old nest of Lingmu Sect was on a mountain. This mountain has been beaten to pieces, but there are still many places that are barely considered complete.

In this world, there is no sun and moon, and it cannot count the years.

Sometimes, when you concentrate, you forget the time.

At the beginning, the Green Robe Venerable said a few words, and gradually became silent, leaving Fang Junmei to look around, but unless he took the initiative to ask, he would not say anything anymore.

Fang Junmei followed this old guy and studied silently.

On this day, perhaps because he felt that the restrictions leading to the mountain were getting stronger and stronger, Fang Junmei finally took out something that had been missing for a long time.

A fruit the size of a fist is rare as ash, with a metallic luster, giving people a cold and evil feeling and not smelling any fragrance.

It is the forbidden fruit that can permanently improve the understanding of the way of restraint after taking it.

After Fang Junmei took it out, he started eating as if no one else was around.

Song Shede once said that when you meet those guys who are obsessed with the way of prohibition, you can kill all his pants to you. Now Fang Junmei can't care so much, and improving his strength is put first.

The fruit was also light and tasteless. After entering the stomach, there was no other special feeling except that the mind seemed to be a little cooler.

At this moment, the Green Robe Venerable was already staring at the forbidden God Fruit in his hand with his eyes dazed.

"What is Master Fang eating?"

The Green Robe Venerable asked.

This person is a casual cultivator and his knowledge is not as good as a major alchemy sect like Shenmuhai. You must know that even the name of Forbidden God Fruit was found by the people of Shenmuhai themselves.

"A fruit is just a refreshing and refreshing."

Fang Junmei smiled and said.

The Green Robe Venerable was not willing to believe him, but since the other party refused to say it, he had no choice but to turn around with a depressed look on his face and continue to break the ban.

When Fang Junmei finished eating the forbidden fruit and looked at the forbidden in front again, a different feeling finally came.

If he had seen flowers before, the fog had gone a lot now, and the nodes on the ground ahead seemed to be shining with a faint light, appearing in his eyes.

My mind was obviously a little faster, as if I could catch the trajectory of the restriction with just a little thought.

This feeling is so mysterious that it cannot be described in detail in language.

Joy arose in Fang Junmei's heart. From this moment on, there is no need to judge whether there is a ban in front of her by fog, and you can see it directly from the points.

After all, some bans are not triggered, and there is no ban that is filled with fog. They can only take one step at a time. If triggered, they can only be considered unlucky.
To be continued...