"Fang Ling, here I'm not over with you!" Di Qingjie's words were filled with endless hatred.

When Fang Ling saw a few people gathering, he knew that the five of them were going to escape. His thoughts flashed, and the map of Longhu Mountain Blessings unfolded, and he rolled them straight towards these five people. Now he has a mortal hatred with the Hantian Gate, and one can be left alone!

The Longhu Mountain Blessing Map is extremely mysterious. The moment it unfolds, Di Qingjie and five others were directly included in the picture. Just when Fang Ling was happy and was about to use the original methods to pop up Di Qingjie and the other three. When he grabbed one person and killed him, he saw Di Qingjie's hand move, and the group instantly disappeared into the Longhu Mountain Blessing Map.

However, when Di Qingjie and others left, Fang Ling still saw a piece of dust falling from Di Qingjie's hands. He quickly collected the Longhu Mountain Blessing Map, but there was nothing in the strange space of Lushan Mountain.

After picking up a pinch of dust, Fang Ling carefully identified it, a trace of strangeness appeared on his face. He had already recognized what the dust was, and this recognition forced him to admit that some people's work was indeed not comparable to that of him.

The two realms of heaven-level spiritual talismans are said to be able to break through thousands of obstacles and return directly to the original two realms of heaven. This kind of talisman is a heaven-level spiritual talisman, and it is even a one-time spiritual talisman. With such spiritual talismans, it is equivalent to having one more life for a monk.

Therefore, the value of this kind of talisman is not much more than ordinary ancient treasures, and is even more precious than ancient treasures. After all, compared with human life and magic weapons, no matter how precious a magic weapon is, it is not as important as life.

And these two realms are a life!

Fang Ling sighed, feeling a secretly regretful. If he knew that these people were carrying the two realms talismans, no matter what he said, he would have to bring the two realms talismans into his hands.

Xiong Dijie was dead, Xiong Feiba was dead, Danqingweng was dead, Jin Yujie was dead, and Liu Zhongyu was left with only the damaged soul. Di Qingjie and others left in a hurry, and even the ancient treasure spear released by Jin Yujie was too late to take back. Without the spear of the master's envoy, Fang Ling was directly caught in his hand.

The spear kept trembling in Fang Ling's hand, as if he wanted to escape from Fang Ling's hand. It was a pity. Fang Ling was not ready to let the rare ancient treasure escape. As his thoughts flashed, he pressed the demon-impering banner on the spear.

The first one Fang Ling opened the five small Qiankun bags was Xiong Feiba's small Qiankun bag. In addition to the spirit stone magic weapon, there were some daily necessities in this small Qiankun bag, which disappointed Fang Ling a little.

Just as he was about to throw Xiong Feiba's small Qiankun bag aside, a book made of animal skin attracted Fang Ling's attention. He picked up the book and saw several pictures on it. After just a few comparisons, Fang Ling knew that the picture was exactly where Fang Ling was now.

The Xiong family really knows a lot about this area! Fang Ling urged his own tour map. After careful comparison, he found that the safe places marked on the map were all the roads on the tour map.

If this thing is given to ordinary people, it will definitely be difficult to exchange for money. But at this time, for Fang Ling, it is just a piece of waste paper. After all, his tour map is the entire Lushan Mountain, not this small mountain.

Just as Fang Ling was about to throw the picture down, the last few lines of the picture attracted Fang Ling's attention. Looking at these words, a trace of cold sweat began to appear on Fang Ling's head, but a hint of gratitude rose in his heart.

"The Five Evil Thunder Tides here will only stop for one day. After you get the Jiuli Saint Blood, leave here immediately. Never stay for too long to avoid being buried under the Five Evil Thunder Tides!"

The characters are blood-red large characters, and each stroke is full of warning.

This is the first time Fang Ling has heard of the name Five Evil Thunder Chao, but this does not affect his awe of this thing. After all, the blood-red word was written by the ancestors of the Xiong family who entered the Lushan Cave Heaven.

According to Fang Ling's observation of the King of Nanchu, it can be seen that although this monarch only has the cultivation level of Jindan, his power is not much better than that of the Yuanying Ancestor. From this point of view, the cultivation level of the ancestor of the Xiong family who wrote these warnings can be imagined.

After a brief look at the small Qiankun bag obtained from Liu Zhongyu and others, Fang Ling quickly headed towards the ancestral land depicted on the map. Whether it was the Five Evil Thunder Risk or the Nine Li Saint Blood, Fang Ling was unwilling to waste time.

With a tour map of Lushan in hand and a map note left by the ancestors of the Xiong family, Fang Ling walked very quickly. This strange Lushan area was also not calm. During the twenty miles that Fang Ling had walked, more than a dozen monsters in the Golden Pill stage encountered.

These monsters are full of flesh and blood and rich in spirit. If they weren't rushing to rush, Fang Ling would have hunted these monsters one by one before they could. However, even Fang Ling avoided these monsters and killed four or five monsters that had no eyes blocked the road.

After killing a golden elixir-stage elk with four horns, Fang Ling put the antlers that could not be swallowed by the Demon Banner into the small Qiankun bag. At this time, he had arrived at the bottom of the nameless mountain peak, and a cave that could only accommodate one or two people entered appeared in front of Fang Ling.

Is this the Xiong Family Bazu Cave hidden in Jiuli’s Saint Blood?

Fang Ling stood at the entrance of the cave and wanted to activate his spiritual sense to look inside, but when his spiritual sense turned, he felt a violent force that devoured the world and came towards him from the void.

Under such powerful power, Fang Ling felt that he seemed to be facing the tides, and there was no resistance at all. Moreover, it was even more difficult for him to raise a little bit of resistance at this moment. No, his spiritual consciousness must not be lost in this violent power. Once he was lost, he would become an unconscious corpse!

Fang Ling, who was flashing in his mind, activated the mighty aura in his body, and quickly recited the verses of the Maitreya Sutra in his mind. The crystal of divine consciousness condensed like a diamond instantly emitted a crystal clear white light.

The villain hidden in the diamond quickly slashed out his palm at this moment. This palm was not an attack, but directly cut off the connection between his spiritual consciousness and the extremely violent spiritual power.

As the large handprint of the Rifting Sky was swung out, Fang Ling felt that the mental power that made him irresistible disappeared in an instant. He returned to the spiritual consciousness in his body, and at this time he felt exhausted.

What exactly is there in this mountain? Why is there such powerful power? I think my cultivation is pretty good, but under such strange power, I have no power of resistance.

Although the spiritual consciousness has infinite wonderful uses, it is better to use it with caution in the future!

Fang Ling didn't know how many lives the Xiong family members spent for this ancestral cave. Although they had discovered that there was a taboo in this ancestral cave, they could never be detected by spiritual sense.

But they would not tell anyone outside the Xiong royal family!

If it weren't for Fang Ling's verses from the Maitreya Sutra, and the supreme consciousness was in a sleepy body, his spiritual consciousness would have long been integrated into the strange power and would never have been able to rush out any more.

After observing the Zu Cave with a hint of awe, Fang Ling finally decided to walk forward carefully. The passage of the Zu Cave was only a hundred meters. Usually, for Fang Ling, this was just a matter of a moment.

But now, he walked for a quarter of an hour before he finished.

What makes people feel happy is that after this distance, there is no danger. As the passage reaches the end, a large hole three feet in radius appeared in front of Fang Ling.

The moment he stepped into the big hole, he felt something under his feet. He did not dare to use his spiritual sense at all. He looked down at the bottom and saw a white skeleton resting on the ground.

On the skeleton's chest, a long serpentine magic weapon flashing with a faint light attracted Fang Ling's attention. He picked up the long cone and looked it up, confirming that the long cone was an ordinary magic weapon, but it had unexpected uses for sneak attacks.

And this skeleton should have been attacked by someone with a long cone and died.

Fang Ling, whose divine thoughts flashed, put the long cone into his small Qiankun bag, and then passed the skeleton and entered the big hole.

The faint purple light made the entire cave contain a mysterious feeling. When she looked at the origin of the purple light, Fang Ling saw a stone stalactite that was more than two feet thick and five feet long, hanging upside down on the top of the cave.

And the purple light came from a bead the size of a bowl on the stone bell. No, this is not a bead, but a drop of purple liquid, a liquid with the same blood breath as the King of Nanchu dripped on the ancestral plate.

But this liquid was thicker and more violent than the blood dripping on the ancestral plate of the Southern Chu king!

Could it be that this is the Jiuli Saint Blood? The Jiuli Saint Blood that can allow a Jindan monk to exert the combat power of the Nascent Soul Ancestor, but also makes a Jiuli Saint Blood that has only a lifespan of fifty years in the Golden Pill? Fang Ling looked at the strange liquid and thoughts flashed quickly in his mind.

With the cultivation of the golden elixir, it is a matter of reaching the sky at the level of the Nascent Soul level for any golden elixir cultivator, but Fang Ling is absolutely unwilling to agree to a fifty-year lifespan.

Although his current cultivation level is not 100% possible to advance to the Nascent Soul Ancestor, the possibility is definitely not small. He must not only have fifty years of life left.

Just as Fang Ling's mind was flashing, the purple liquid as big as a bowl suddenly left the stalactite, and the moment the purple liquid left, Fang Ling felt his blood boiling suddenly.

The surging blood had an urge to break out of the body, and Fang Ling felt a tearing feeling on his skin. He quickly circulated his true energy to suppress the boiling, while slapped his small Qiankun bag, sacrificing the Demon-Reward Banner, and rolled it directly towards the falling purple liquid. (To be continued...)
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