The middle part of the weird magic forest.
A young warrior dressed in a purple gown, full of extravagance, like a king-sun noble, is walking carefully! ! !
The son of Ziyun Fang Zhiyun has twelve members on the Ziling Sect’s list. In the early stage of the fourth level of martial arts, he is almost complete with Ziyun’s true skills. Within the strange magic forest, still did not dare to have the slightest vigilance.
The shadow demon who walks secretly, coming and going without a trace is not a joke. Not long ago, he almost fell under a four-tailed shadow demon sneak attack. If it weren’t for the last moment, he offered a gift from his master. His life-saving sword talisman is afraid that it has already died under the claws of the shadow demon, and the blood and brain are swallowed by the shadow demon! ! !
"You are the one!!!"
Two miles to the southwest of Fang Zhiyun, the murderous intent flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, dressed in black. He immediately urged the hidden spirit jade to hide his breath, and his figure flickered, carefully approaching Fang Zhiyun.
Within a few breaths, Yang Fan had appeared thirty feet away from Fang Zhiyun.
"Ok!!!"
Fang Zhiyun was very sensitive. When Yang Fan was just approaching the land of thirty feet, he seemed to have discovered something abnormal. He suddenly turned his head back. Unfortunately, his vision was limited, and his spiritual sense was suppressed by the mysterious force for more than nine layers, and he found it at all. Yang Fan, no more than thirty feet away.
"Very vigilant guy, it's a pity that you still die today!!!"
"Rumble!!!"
Suddenly, the power of Yang Fan's fleshy shell exploded with all his strength, and his speed soared to the limit. Before half a breath, he had already crossed thirty feet and appeared in front of Fang Zhiyun with a punch in the head.
The power of this punch is as high as 50 million tripods. It seems as if stars are falling, fierce beasts are rushing, and large swaths of void are exploded into dregs wherever they pass, and endless air currents are exploding and countercurrent. .. ...
"what!!!"
An ominous omen of the collapse and collapse deeply swept Fang Zhiyun's heart. Between the electric light and flint, Fang Zhiyun raised the spiritual power in the body and blasted out a punch! ! !
However, the gap between the two anti-stakes is really too big, too big, it is simply the difference between the clouds and the mud, even if they are prepared to fight the lore, there is almost no hope, resist this lore punch, let alone rush Below, his whole body strength has never been shown to eight levels! ! !
Less than a breath! ! !
"Puff!", "Puff!", "Puff!"... ... ..
Fang Zhiyun’s low-grade treasure-grade treasure was the first to be shaken into powder by the violent fist wind. Then, his white jade skin showed dense cracks, and there were roots under that skin. , It also instantly produced cracks spreading around like spider webs.
The crisp and terrifying bone cracking sounded like a firecracker.
Every bone in Fang Zhiyun's body was broken, and his skin was torn into criss-cross gaps! ! !
next moment... ... .
"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"...
His whole person was like an arrow from the string, flying upside down, breaking dozens of towering old trees that were surrounded by several people one after another, before falling to the ground, his eyes lost, his vitality dissipated, and he obviously couldn't live! ! !
"Twenty-six!!!" Yang Fan took the broken body of Fang Zhiyun into the universe bag and whispered. In less than a day, Yang Fan can be said to have gained a lot and can enter the mysterious realm of the demon spirit. One is not the elite genius of the three major sects, and coupled with the scrapping in the death swamp, all of them have skyrocketed in value. The first 25 people, the worst of them, have no less than 10,000 spiritual stones, and the best of them, although they can’t Compared with young giants such as Dark Xieyun and Qi Hu, but compared with Fang Qingyu and others, it is not bad at all, or even worse. Twenty-five people together almost make Yang Fan's worth soar. It's more than one layer.
It doesn’t sound like a lot of more than a layer, but don’t forget that Yang Fan today is no better than before. After taking away the Qiankun bag of Dark Xieyun, Qi Hu and others, Yang Fan is now worth more than tens of millions of inferior spirit stones. , Enough to make Yifeng's first seat shocked.
Of course, this does not include the middle-grade top-notch profound tool he got from shit—the black long knife, otherwise, that layer would be too scary! ! !
Picking up Fang Zhiyun's Universe Bag, Yang Fan's terrifying mental power, which is not weaker than Wuhou, swept out, instantly destroying Fang Zhiyun's spiritual mark, and counted the gains.
This Fang Zhiyun had good luck. Not to mention collecting hundreds of Breitling grass, he actually picked three thousand-year-old elixir and one thousand-year-old sun grass, which is the main medicine for refining the best Bao Dan—Jiuri Lieyang Pill. One, this is the holy medicine in the hearts of countless fire-attribute warriors. As long as one piece, it will cost them half of their penance, a thousand-year-old white lotus. This is the main medicine of the supreme healing pill, holy lotus pill. , Even if it is seriously injured and dying, it can be cured. It is no exaggeration to say that having a holy lotus pill is equivalent to one more life, and the last thousand-year elixir is a wood spirit fruit, which can be achieved by taking it. The body of the acquired wood spirit, in the future, you will practice wood attribute martial arts and martial arts, and you will get twice the result with half the effort! ! !
These three thousand-year-old elixir, it can be said that each one is worth less than ten thousand spiritual stones, plus other treasures in the universe bag, even if the total value is less than one hundred thousand spiritual stones, I am afraid it will not be much worse, but Now all this is cheap Yang Fan.
Satisfied with putting away the Universe Bag, Yang Fan moved his figure and walked through the strange magic forest again, looking for one target after another to hunt down.
Although the mysterious power filled in the weird magic forest has the effect of suppressing the spiritual sense, all the warriors within it will suppress the spiritual sense for more than nine levels. However, Yang Fan’s spiritual power is too terrifying, almost comparable to the ancestors of Wuhou, Even if it is suppressed by more than nine floors, it can still cover an area of two miles around. In this weird magic forest, it is like a fish in the water, plus the hidden breath of the hidden spirit jade, it is exactly like the death from the nether hell The god of the three sects, the three disciples, is considered bloody mildew, and every day, a large number of geniuses fall in the hands of Yang Fan.
"boom!!!"
Once another Iron Sword Sect swordsman was beaten into meatloaf, Yang Fan had the idea of leaving the strange magic forest and heading to the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range. He has stayed in this strange magic forest for five days. For the first two days, he can hunt every day. Twenty or so three sect children, but in the next two days, they did not add up to kill as many as the day before. Especially today, most of the day has passed. Counting this Iron Sword Sect swordsman, they were just hunted. The trio of people continue to stay in this strange magic forest, afraid that there will be no big gains! ! !
After all, there are only a limited number of warriors entering the Demon Spirit Secret Realm. Counting their Seven Star Sect, they are only a mere 720 people. Adding to the damage in the death swamp, 500 people can enter the strange magic forest smoothly, even if it is the limit. , And the three disciples he has hunted in the past few days, although there are not a hundred, but there are nearly seventy people, this is already a very impressive number, if coupled with the evil spirits killed in the death swamp Yun, Qi Hu and others, the three geniuses folded in his hands are as high as seventy-five.
I don’t know, but I’m surprised. If you know a list of places, it’s only seventy-two people. If this is spread, Yang Fan will have to be hunted down by the three major sects, and he will even send out the ancestor Wuhou. These people are not ordinary disciples, at last they are top geniuses with eighth rank middle bloodline! ! !
Liu Qin’s Zi Lingzong has forty-two people on the sect’s list of spirits. He is a high-ranking eighth-ranked man. The martial artist has a high level of cultivation. Among the 720 four-sect geniuses, his appearance is average, and he is barely regarded as a middle-upper senior. , But his luck was quite good. It could even be said that he was a little bit against the sky. The teleportation array made a mistake. He was teleported into the Demon Spirit Secret Realm alone, and fell from the sky, directly smashing a low-level beast to death, and scraping a large number of spirit Grass, and then two beasts will fight for a thousand-year-old elixir, and both lose and lose, and finally let them sit to reap the benefits of the fisherman. Although there are dangers on the road from time to time, they can turn good luck every time. In Xianshu novels, it is a pig's feet! ! !
After slaying the two-tailed shadow demon who sneaked on him with a single sword, Liu Qin's sight was suddenly attracted by an old tree not far in front of him. It was a big tree nearly ten feet high. The leaves resemble a fan, and there are strange fruits on them that resemble apples, but the color is ink.
"This... This... This is good... It seems to be Mo... Mo Jingguo?" I don't know when Liu Qin's breathing began to swift. , His eyes are full of hot light, and even the heartbeat speeds up sharply, as if it will jump out of his chest at any time.
"I...I didn't read it wrong, it's really... it's Mo... Mo Jingguo..."
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: The first one is delivered, go out for a meal, continue to code words! ! !