This thought flashed through his mind, and Fang Ling began to move his position, allowing the light spots representing him to merge with the center line of the road in his mind.

When Fang Ling's feet merged with the center line of the road in the map, Fang Ling felt that the resistance had decreased by seven points, which made him overjoyed. After pondering for a moment, Fang Ling did not immediately step forward, but slowly moved to the left and right.

He moved two steps to his left and felt a huge force arise from the front. This sudden force shocked Fang Ling, while also prompting him to quickly adjust the direction of his movement: This road is blocked.

When he slowly moved to the right, the thrust that had originally only 30% left disappeared completely. He felt that his position was as if he was standing in an ordinary open space.

No wonder Master Jinding tried his best to go forward a thousand feet. It turned out that this mystery was here. The current ruins can be said to be a piece of ruins, and no matter how you look at it, it is the same around you. No matter how powerful Master Jinding without a map, he cannot guarantee that he will step on the center line every step.

As long as he can't step a step, what is waiting for him is to be pushed out by the huge repulsive force. Fang Ling, who was infinitely happy in his heart, dared not walk fast and walked slowly along the center line. Every time he went, although there was a name on the map, there was a mess, broken stones, carvings that were erased by the traces of time, and either this little or that half of the handwriting was missing. The Dacheng Hall was in front of him, which made Fang Ling's heart feel a little more anticipated. The Dacheng Hall is the most important part of this ruin, and it should leave something for himself!

When he stepped onto the platform outside the Dacheng Hall, Fang Ling felt that the vast and pure aura around him became even stronger, and the piles of rocks and broken walls were even more. If it weren't for the three words Dacheng Hall marked on the tour map, Fang Ling wouldn't have connected the Dacheng Hall to this place no matter what.

Looking around, there were also a ruined wall. Fang Ling stepped to a broken statue. He saw that the statue could no longer be seen clearly, but when his hand was gently placed on the statue, Fang Ling felt his mind tremble. A sacred and inviolable intention rushed straight into his heart. Fang Ling, who was shocked, quickly let go of the broken stone statue in his hand. This mighty majesty disappeared.

When Fang Ling lowered his head to look at the statue again, the statue was still a statue. There was no difference from ordinary stones. After pondering for a moment, Fang Ling relied on his courage to land his palm on the statue again. This time, he had no reaction. Fang Ling, who was unwilling to give up, stroked the statue several times in a row, but unfortunately, the statue still had no reaction. Could it be that the statue was buried under these stone bricks and tiles? Fang Ling's thoughts flashed. He was about to reach out to lift a broken stone that looked the size of a millstone. However, when he used his strength to shake the stone, he found that his power was acting on the stone, just like a dragonfly shaking a pillar. Although his magic power disappeared, the body-protecting golden body was still there by practicing the Unmoving Vajra Art. The force this body-protecting golden body brought to Fang Ling was even a stone worth ten thousand pounds, Fang Ling could also pull him up.

But here, I couldn't move a stone.

Fang Ling frantically used the immovable Vajra Art in his body, and then tried hard to pull up a stone that was ten times smaller than the stone he had just grabbed. Unfortunately, although he tried his best, the stone remained motionless.

Looking at the stones piled up all over the ground, Fang Ling felt depressed. He knew that no matter how hard he worked, it would be in vain, so he simply walked down from the pile of stones.

Continue walking backwards, and there are still a ruin behind the wall. Just as Fang Ling walked to the back of the entire ruins and was about to leave, he suddenly saw a small golden tree. The tree was only four feet tall, with a fist and a thickness of four fingers, and a few dozen gold leaves as big as human hands hanging on the branches.

Around the small tree, a golden aura continued to spread towards the surroundings. These auras began to fade when they were ten feet away from the small tree; when they were fifty feet away from the small tree, they became without any color.

Fang Ling saw this strange big tree several times in those secret realms of smoke and dust. When he combined the tour map in his mind with the big tree, he personally felt the breath brought by the big tree. However, this was the first time he had seen this golden tree.

Although this tree looks very small, it gives Fang Ling the feeling that it is the most god and saint. When people see it, they can't help but feel a sense of worship. Fang Ling walked towards the little tree without thinking. However, when he walked beyond the golden aura emitted by the little tree, he felt an invisible pressure, which pressed heavily on his body again. The pressure was as vast as a mountain, getting bigger and bigger. After Fang Ling insisted on walking for more than ten steps, he felt that he could no longer move forward.

Is this kind of aura that suppresses people's cultivation in this space because of the aura emitted by this golden tree? Fang Ling looked at the small tree fifty feet away from him, knowing that with his cultivation at this time, it was impossible to get close to the small tree.

It was almost a moment or three, so it would be better for him to leave. Fang Ling looked at the little tree reluctantly, turned his head and prepared to walk back. The moment he turned around, his eyes suddenly fell on a stone tablet that was three feet away.

Just saw two words written on this stone tablet - Holy Land!

Smoke, secret realm, blessed land, and this place is actually a holy realm!

Fang Ling didn't understand what the Holy Realm represents, but he knew that this was definitely not a place he could explore now.

Walking back, it became extremely relaxed, but when I entered Baoshan, I returned empty-handed. No matter what, it was a bit disappointing. When I arrived at the Dacheng Hall, which had become a ruin, Fang Ling couldn't help but stop and watch again.

Waste stones were piled up and bricks fell. Fang Ling blew the dust on a huge rock and saw a muddy word on the stone. The word was only one vertical and two horizontal, and it looked like it was not a word at all. However, Fang Ling felt a mysterious feeling in his heart. He couldn't help but gently stroke it with the words. His fingers fell on the words, and Fang Ling felt that his mind was suddenly integrated into the words.

But when his fingers picked up from the words, he felt that his heart was empty and there was no gain. One vertical, two horizontal, this is...

Ren, yes, this is the word Ren. When I was accompanying tourists, a tour guide seemed to have said that the original word Ren, one vertical and two horizontal, one represents yang, and two represents yin!

The world is vicissitudes, but I didn't expect this word to exist. Fang Ling, whose thoughts flashed, fell on the word again, and said to himself, "A benevolent loves others!" In fact, he remembered this sentence because he got it from reading an advertisement. Just when he was about to continue to say another advertisement, he felt a vigorous spirit, and rushed straight into the stone along his fingers.

This breath just instantly rushes to all the meridians in Fang Ling's body, giving Fang Ling a feeling of bulging all over his body. But that's how the vast aura is still pouring into Fang Ling's body, causing his body to start to feel a swelling and cracking pain.

Fang Ling wanted to break free from his hand, but his fingers seemed to have a root on the word Ren. Not to mention breaking free, it wouldn't work even if it was moving. Fang Ling, who didn't care about it, frantically circulated the Immortal Vajra Art in his body, and wanted to integrate these auras into his body, but the strange aura ignored the Immortal Vajra Art at all.

"Boom!" The originally stable aura around him suddenly became crazy, and a huge golden light, like a tornado, rolled up directly in the entire space. Fang Ling's hand that was in contact with Ren was forcibly separated during the scrolling. Fang Ling, who was black in front of him, immediately felt his body being thrown out fiercely.

He didn't know where he was thrown, nor how far he was thrown out in an instant. Realizing that the storm was over, Fang Ling struggled to stand up. After all, once he left that area, he would not have the strength to suppress Taoist Tongguan. Taoist Tongguan who had recovered his cultivation must kill him. If he wanted to avoid Taoist Tongguan, Fang Ling had only one choice, that is, to find Emperor Liu immediately. Only by seeing Emperor Liu could he escape.

Fang Ling opened his eyes and found that he was on a small hill, with clear streams flowing, giving people a feeling of being unworldly. But Fang Ling didn't have the heart to care about these scenery at this moment, and he wanted to find Emperor Liu.

Looking around, there was no place where there was a little people? Emperor Liu and the others were not here. Could it be that he had been thrown out of the Golden Cauldron Jade Palace? Thinking of this, Fang Ling looked carefully and found that his position was not Qingxia Valley. This discovery made Fang Ling mixed joys and sorrows. What was happy was that he was safe for the time being; what was worried was that Taoist Tongguan, who hated him, was the first to find him.

Emperor Liu, you must be closer to me!

Fang Ling muttered in his heart that as soon as he was about to find a direction to leave here, he saw a gust of wind rising from a distance, and then a figure rushed over!
Chapter completed!