Fang Ling's expression changed, and then said, "Go away quickly, the Red Flame Gangfeng is coming!" As he spoke, he flew towards the exit like lightning...

Zhao Chunli followed Fang Ling and flew quickly to the exit. The moment she flew to the entrance of the passage, she felt extremely red hot behind her. Zhao Chunli knew that the gale wind had reached her back. She hesitated a little, and she might be buried under the gale wind. She tried her best to activate the magic trick. However, the gale wind came too fast. Before Zhao Chunli could rush out ten feet, she felt that her body seemed to be bound by something. Not only did she move a lot slower, but her muscles and bones were even a little weak.

Should I be buried under the red flame storm? Just when she was feeling sad, Fang Ling quickly turned around and quickly burst into a blue light behind her.

The blue light instantly swelled into a cloud of mist, blocking the red flame wind behind Zhao Chunli. Zhao Chunli, who knew that this was his last chance, dared not relax at all, shouted deeply and rushed towards Fang Ling quickly.

Fang Ling saw that Zhao Chunli had rushed to her side, and waved his hand at the blue halo again. The blue light turned into a small cloud and fell lightly into Fang Ling's hand.

At this time, the red gale had begun to fill the entire rift valley and was quickly approaching the passage where the two were. Fang Ling and the others did not speak, and both used their fastest means to run towards the exit.

In half a quarter of an hour, the two of them had already arrived at the hall at the exit. As soon as they flew out of the crust, the two disciples of Liehuozi came over and said, "Are the two seniors, family masters and the others..."

Zhao Chunli's face changed and she laughed and said, "Brother Liehuozi and the others are behind, so come out." As she spoke, before the two disciples could react, two green lights instantly penetrated into the belly of the two disciples. These two disciples were just the ninth level of Qi Refining, and there was a big gap between them and Zhao Chunli, not to mention that Zhao Chunli was still a sneak attack, so the two of them didn't react at all and just lay down on the ground.

Before Fang Ling could speak, Zhao Chunli said in a deep voice: "Brother Fang. Let's change into their clothes for the time being. The death of Chen Yupeng and others is not a trivial matter. Only the two of us come out alive. This is a big trouble."

The word "trouble" was solemn. Fang Ling nodded. He was not the kind of person who was kind to a woman. As the key to cultivating disciples of Qianzhu Sect and the Cainu Sect, the identities of sisters Chen Yupeng and Yi Ziling are really important. Once they come out, the news that no one else has come out will be endless troubles waiting for them.

Putting on the clothes of the two, Fang Ling glanced at the cracked crust passage, then said, "Let's go!" Zhao Chunli also glanced at the passage and nodded, "Let's go!"

While the two of them were talking, they did not control the sword light, but walked out of the hall. And just as they walked out of the hall, a red wind suddenly blew out of the hall. The wind was extremely violent, and in an instant, the entire hall turned into a flame.

"It's on fire, it's going to be on fire!"

"It's the Flame Hall. The Flame Hall is on fire. Go and invite the senior brother!"

Amid the panic shouts, more than a dozen Qi-refining monks from Lieyang Valley rose into the air and used water-based spells to extinguish the flames in the hall. Unfortunately, their cultivation was too low, not to mention that even the foundation-building monks were afraid of five points, so how could they extinguish them?

A strong red wind flew by. In an instant, the disciples of Lieyang Valley who were flying in the air were blown into ashes. The rolling flames enveloped the entire Lieyang Valley in the middle in just a moment.

There were no disciples to put out the fire. At this time, the most important thing for them was to escape a way out. And while these disciples frantically escaped, no one noticed that Fang Ling and the others had left silently.

Standing on a mountain ten miles away, looking at the rolling sea of ​​fire, Fang Ling's lips were tightly tense. Zhao Chunli, who was beside him, whispered: "Brother Fang Dao, this Lieyang Valley is not a good place. Liehuozi's disciples have no good people, and they will die if they die. You don't have to take it to your heart."

Fang Ling knew that Zhao Chunli was comforting himself, and he did not regret his decision this time. If Lieyang Valley was buried in a sea of ​​fire, he and Zhao Chunli might be exposed. Compared with others, the safety of the two of them is the most important thing. Fang Ling nodded and withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Zhao, where are you going?"

"Brother Fang, my sister and your Luoou Mountain are not suitable for going back at this time. In my opinion, we might as well find a place to practice hard for some days. It is not too late to come out after this matter is over." Zhao Chunli stroked her hair and whispered: "If Brother Fang doesn't dislike it, my sister is willing to follow Brother Fang and be a cow and horse, and she will do whatever she wants!"

A woman full of flames said that she was a cow and a horse. The meaning of this was absolutely irresistible. Fang Ling was not disgusted with Zhao Chunli. Looking at Zhao Chunli who wrapped her body in the wide sleeves of the disciple of Lieyang Valley at this time, but still could not cover her delicate figure, he couldn't help but feel like her index finger was moving. But in the end, Fang Ling still used his great perseverance to suppress this thought. He pondered for a moment and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhao, I am used to being lazy, so let's go separately, let's go separately, not to mention that the two of them are together, the goal is a bit big."

A kind of disappointment surged in Zhao Chunli's heart. She wanted to follow Fang Ling, but at this time, Fang Ling's attitude made her have no choice. To endure the discomfort in her heart, Zhao Chunli said softly: "Since Brother Fang said that, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, I hope there will be a day when I meet Brother Fang again in the future."

Fang Ling nodded, pondered for a moment, then took out the two magic weapons he got from Lan Yang Yushi's small Qiankun bag and handed them to Zhao Chunli and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhao, since we need to hide our names during this period, it is best not to use magic weapons in the past. Although these two magic weapons are of average quality, it is still possible to make sacrifices and keep them for self-defense."

Zhao Chunli took a small sword handed over by Fang Ling and a small blue mirror, and her face suddenly showed surprise. Although her cultivation is not too high, she is not inferior to ordinary people in terms of knowledge. These mirrors and small swords are both top-grade magic weapons, and they are better than the magic weapons she uses.

The other Fang Ling's original resentment disappeared at this moment. She carefully put away the two magic weapons and said softly: "Brother Fang, my sister is going to go to Xiaoyangzhou to seek refuge with a sister. What do you need for Brother Fang? Just a letter, and my sister will never refuse!"

Fang Ling nodded and watched Zhao Chunli leave quickly, feeling a little melancholy. However, he did not regret being separated from Zhao Chunli. He had basically prepared what he needed to condense the golden elixir. The next step was to find a place where the dragon and tiger meet to achieve the golden elixir.

When he achieved the Golden Pill, he was also the weakest time. He did not want any mistakes when he became the elixir. Although Zhao Chunli seemed to be trustworthy, he was definitely unwilling to hand over his destiny to the word "trust".

After sighing, Fang Ling set up a sword light and flew straight towards the distance. Not only did he want to leave this Qianzhu Sect territory, but he also wanted to find a piece of densely condensed golden elixir!

...

Luoying Mountain, where the Qianzhu Cult is located, is thousands of feet high and covers an area of ​​thousands of miles. There are tens of thousands of peaks, with different postures. Whenever someone passes through the void, he will be shocked by the mountain of Luoying Mountain. This place is not only rich in spiritual energy, but also has lush species, and many disciples of Qianzhu Cult fly around the mountain.

Deep in the mountain, an old man sitting in a closed position opened his eyes. The old man was tall and had a deep scar on his face, giving people a feeling of fierceness and coldness. As his eyes opened, the thick aura around him, which was like smoke quickly spread outwards.

The old man snorted coldly, then picked up the bell hammer in front of him and knocked it into the void. Although it was ringing in the void, a crisp bell rang in the void. In just a moment, a sharp voice came in from outside: "Disciple Wang Hetong, pay homage to the second elder." "Come in!" the old man said lightly.

Wang Hetong was not tall and wore a black robe. He looked cold. When the disciples of Qianzhu Sect saw Wang Hetong, the first feeling was fear.

As one of the eight Jindan real people in Qianzhu Sect, although Wang Hetong is not at a high level, he is cruel and ruthless. Many times you don’t know the reason at all and die in his hands. However, at this time, Wang Hetong stood respectfully in front of the elder, but he didn’t even dare to breathe.

"Yu Peng is dead!" The old man's voice was calm, but when he heard it, it made people feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar. He heard him say coldly: "The forbidden I left on him has disappeared. This jade talisman will take you to find Jin Fengce, and you can take Jin Fengce back."

Wang and the childlike heart trembled. He knew that Chen Yupeng was the old man who had been training all his strength over the years. He died at this time. The old man didn't know how heartache he was. He respectfully took the green jade talisman handed over by the old man and said respectfully: "Disciple must take back the Golden Fengce and tear the person who killed Yupeng into pieces!"

The old man nodded, took out a small black and purple arrow from the Xiao Qiankun bag and handed it to Wang Hetong and said, "Please take this magic arrow."

After taking the small arrow handed by the old man, Wang Hetong showed a hint of joy on his face. He was more confident about this mission! (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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