A flash of lightning crossed the sky and the earth, and the misty and drizzle night was like day, and Mr. Wen's expression also changed drastically at this moment.
Fang Xing saw his mouth shape, and his shock was not as shocking as the tide.
But at this moment, he realized that something was wrong, and his expression did not change at all...
Just in my heart, I quickly thought of it, and looked up at the sky at the same time...
Why did Mr. Wen dare to ask himself for help when there was lightning flashing between heaven and earth
With Fang Xing's current cultivation base, he naturally understands that when the lightning flashes across the sky and the earth, the sky is empty, and the breath of the thunder will disturb all the thoughts of the soul. It will also be affected at the same time. For practitioners, spiritual thoughts are eyes, through which one can see anything one wants to see, while thunder and lightning are a kind of ability to make the eyes temporarily lose sight. The presence of distraction, Mr. Na Wen called for help when the lightning flashed across the sky, clearly hiding from something, but Fang Xing was always on guard to make sure no one was looking, so what was he hiding
"Haha, Fang Xiaoyou, you've only seen me, so you must have understood that my cultivation base was probably a bit worse than Mr. Lan's and the others, but now, I have a lot of talent, and my cultivation base is close to that of an immortal. How can it be compared with a few of them?"
After the lightning passed, Mr. Wen had already laughed out loud, his face was as usual, as if the scene of asking for help just now was Fang Xing's hallucination, his voice was hearty, his sleeves fluttered, and there was nothing unusual: "And this is just me. It's just the result of thirty years of comprehension of immeasurable Taoism. I have recently felt that my whole body is full of cultivation, and I am a little closer to the Tao. In a few years, I may be able to fit the Tao and become a fairy. Fang Xiaoyou is a genius of Tianyuan , the aptitude is much higher than this seat, now Xianyuan is in front, don't miss it... "
Even though all kinds of thoughts in his heart were raging like a volcano, Fang Xing's expression was only indifferent, and he didn't show it in the slightest. After calming down for a while, he suddenly looked at Mr. Wen's face, and said with a low smile: "In this way, thirty years ago It was you who revealed my whereabouts?"
Mr. Wen was slightly startled, shook his head and said: "Where is it, at that time I thought you had already been buried in the sea of stars... I only said that there are a few juniors behind the fairy road, and I deduced that the three of you who will come are the three lords." , it's not my credit..."
"Sure enough, someone revealed our whereabouts, and it was not calculated by them..."
Fang Xing thought to himself, and probably had an answer.
"Hehe, Fang Xiaoyou, if you say this, you have fulfilled the friendship of an old friend, so don't take my words as wind on your ears..."
Looking at Fang Xing's expressionless face, Mr. Wen didn't know whether it was disappointment or hope, he smiled dryly, then drank the hot tea in one gulp, sighed softly, and said: "The road is ruthless, and the years are like a shuttle." , I’m going back to study Taoism…”
"Taoism naturally needs to be comprehended, but human feelings cannot be avoided..."
At this time, Fang Xing seemed to have finally made a decision, and sighed slowly.
"Um?"
Mr. Wen was slightly taken aback, and looked over in confusion.
"When you crossed the Xinghai back then, you had a ulterior motive and instigated Mother Long to use me to make alchemy, have you forgotten?"
Fang Xing opened his mouth slowly, and brought the hot tea to his lips.
"I never..."
Mr. Wen suddenly felt a little confused, and even couldn't understand Fang Xing's words.
At the beginning, Mother Long wanted to use people to make alchemy, but she was kept in the dark all the time, and she didn't intervene at all. Moreover, Mother Long was eyeing Lusou at the time, but she didn't do anything at all. Why is this little devil here? Do you want to talk nonsense with your eyes open
But before Mr. Wen had any questions, Fang Xing had already interrupted his words and continued: "Hehe, the whole Tianyuan knows that the young master is a very grudge-bearing person, and I can remember even the most important things for a lifetime. You and I have such a big enmity, do you think I will forget it? Hehe, or, you think we have come to the fairyland together, and we will be good friends and brothers who support each other in the future, so I will not look for you Trouble? Absurd, stinking Confucian, you come to see me, are you not afraid that I will kill you?"
Such words made Mr. Wen so dizzy that he had no idea what he was talking about.
"Karala..."
But Fang Xing didn't explain at all. After finishing the cold drink, he suddenly jumped up, waved his palm heavily and slapped Mr. Wen on the head. He pulled all the thunder force in between, and covered Mr. Wen head-on, and at the same time said in a deep voice, "Even if I want the Dao, I have to kill you first..."
After Fang Xing's palm came down, Mr. Wen was surrounded by a sea of thunder.
At the same time, he also instantly understood Fang Xing's intentions, his face paled in shock, and he whispered: "No..."
It's just that Fang Xing is obviously a person who thinks about it and does it, and his execution ability is not so strong. Since he made a move, why are you being polite? Mr. Wen suppressed it, and Mr. Wen's cultivation base was extremely terrifying, and it was not comparable to Fang Xing. But at this time, one was trapped in a sea of thunder, and the other was that he understood What Fang Xing was going to do, he didn't dare to fight hard, and was suppressed by Fang Xing in just a moment...
"The Landlord save me..."
Mr. Wen let out a scream, which was spread far away, shaking the whole world...
And in the middle of the field, beside Fang Xing, Lei Hai rumbled, and after a while, it slowly faded away, revealing Mr. Wen under his palm!
At this time, Fang Xing's palm slapped Mr. Wen's head impressively, and Mr. Wen himself was already completely silent and completely gone. It seemed that he was directly slapped away by the sneak attack of Fang Xing's palm. , there is only one body left...
"You once framed me, and now you dare to come to see me, you are really brave!"
Fang Xing sneered, slowly withdrew his palm, and said to himself with ridicule in his eyes.
After that, he really seemed to have murdered someone just now, looked around vigilantly, and muttered, "Which bastard is the master of the realm?", as if turning around to leave, but after walking a few steps, he Turning around again, he suddenly slapped Mr. Wen's body with a palm, and the real fire of samadhi was ignited. Mr. Wen's body was directly turned into fly ash by him, and he scattered it with another palm, and then he said to himself Said: "There is only one immortal life, you have practiced thirty years earlier than me, how can you leave you to compete with me?"
Saying that, he turned around and threw himself into the deep sky on a rainy night. The hall was already empty, leaving only one Yaoqin and two teacups...
"Zheng..."
Just after Fang Xing left, the Yaoqin suddenly beeped automatically, as if an invisible hand was playing it!
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"You... Are you not afraid of being discovered by him when you take risks like this?"
At this time, Fang Xing flew straight towards the direction of Wangsu Mountain. On the surface, everything was as usual, but part of his consciousness had sunk into the realm of consciousness. In his realm of consciousness, there had already appeared a The man was talking anxiously: "Also, why do you still have a small world on your body? Since the disaster of the nine-headed worm thirty years ago, the existence of a small world is no longer allowed in this fairyland. No matter what, they will not allow you to keep the small world on your body, how did you keep it?"
This person is Mr. Wen who was slapped to death by Fang Xing on the surface just now, but now he is living in Fang Xing's consciousness, but his appearance has changed drastically. When he was in the fairyland, his whole person was Feng. He is handsome and handsome, and his cultivation is close to immortality, but now in Fang Xing's consciousness, his appearance has changed drastically. The whole person has become as thin as a stick. Xing has no doubt that Mr. Wen, who used to be the eighth level of the tribulation, is probably not even comparable to the foundation cultivator at this time...
"I have my own means!"
Fang Xing replied coldly: "You don't have to worry, even if someone was staring at it just now, it would be difficult to find any clues. My small world can't do anything else, but the method of concealing people's ears is very strong. Even if others see Now, it’s the most suspicious, and you can’t find any evidence. Now, come to Haosheng and tell me, who are you hiding from so carefully and pretending to be ghosts?” Then, he looked up at the sky, and said in a low voice : "Those three lords should not be watching me..."
"The three lords of Tao, Buddha, and demon are naturally not under surveillance..."
Mr. Wen smiled wryly when he heard the words, and raised his head and said, "But have you forgotten that there are four lords in this fairyland?"
"The fourth lord?"
Fang Xing was slightly taken aback, and frowned tightly: "What is that?"
Mr. Wen sat down cross-legged, with a dejected expression, while looking around, he shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I don't know what it is, and I didn't even know his existence before I practiced the Infinite Dao Transformation Kungfu." , I didn't feel its existence until I practiced deeper and deeper at this time. He is everywhere and omnipotent, and only the small world can isolate his prying eyes. I just didn't expect you to There is a small world, and asking for help from you is just wishful thinking... "
"Okay, stop talking nonsense!"
Fang Xing interrupted him, staring straight at the past: "How did you get into this state?"
"Dao miasma...or poison..."
Mr. Wen's voice became sad and angry: "It's because I practiced that devil's magical skill that I became like this..."
"Um?"
Fang Xing raised his mind tightly: "Practicing that kung fu will actually make you lose your kung fu?"
"San Gong? No, no, no..."
Mr. Wen laughed sadly, shook his head and said, "Cultivating this skill will allow you to attain the Tao..."
"Can you really get it?"
This time it was Fang Xing's turn to be shocked, and looked at Mr. Wen in disbelief.
"right!"
Mr. Wen nodded, and smiled wryly: "If you get the Tao, you lose yourself!"