"I didn't get anything, I just destroyed the holy courtyard easily." Fang Yu replied.
"... Destroy the Holy Court?" Yuan Sanquan looked dull.
If another person said that, he would definitely think it was bragging.
But it was Fang Yu who was talking, the Fang Yu who killed the spirit instantly...
"Why are you destroying the Holy Court..." Yuan Sanquan asked hesitantly.
"The first hand of the holy courtyard." Fang Yu said.
Yuan Sanquan's expression changed and he didn't speak.
"By the way, you just said that before you saw the gate of the sanctuary, someone told you about the sanctuary. Who is that person?" Fang Yu asked.
"His name is Li Mofan, a shameless dog." Yuan Sanquan said, "Do you know?"
Li Mofan...
Fang Yu had never heard of this name before.
"He entered the holy courtyard and asked me to show off after he came out, but I haven't seen him for many years, maybe he is already dead." Yuan Sanquan said.
"You don't seem to like this person very much?" Fang Yu asked.
"Heh..." Yuan Sanquan's eyes were full of disgust.
Seeing Yuan Sanquan seemed reluctant to say more, Fang Yu stopped asking.
After thinking about it, he said again: "There is one more thing to ask you."
"What's the matter?" Yuan Sanquan asked with a milder expression.
"Do you know anything about foreign races...?" Fang Yu asked.
"Alien?"
Hearing this name, Yuan Sanquan's expression immediately changed.
He glanced around subconsciously.
"What's the matter?" Fang Yu asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"About the foreign race... I really can't talk more." Yuan Sanquan said with a trace of fear hidden in his eyes.
Fang Yu saw the fear in Yuan Sanquan's eyes, and his heart moved.
Obviously, Yuan Sanquan does have an understanding of alien races.
"Why can't you talk more?" Fang Yu asked.
Yuan Sanquan took a deep breath and resolutely said: "Just don't talk more, aliens... can't talk."
Fang Yu looked at Yuan Sanquan, his eyes flickering slightly.
What Yuan Sanquan said at this time was the same as that of Li Yuan before.
Both of these two seem to have had a period of experience, and thus have a great fear of the alien race.
But what exactly this experience is, is unknown.
Murong Jian, standing behind, looked at Yuan Sanquan in surprise at this moment.
In his impression, Yuan Sanquan never showed such an expression.
Even in the face of Mie Ling, when he was about to be bombarded and killed, Yuan Sanquan looked fearless.
But now, when it comes to aliens... Yuan Sanquan's expression has changed, and his words are even more panic.
This is completely different from Yuan Sanquan before.
"You..." Fang Yu still wanted to ask.
"I really can't talk." Yuan Sanquan raised his eyes and said firmly.
"Okay." Fang Yu stood up and said, "I will tell you clearly that my goal is to clean up the alien race, and I have cleaned up a lot so far. Some punisher has approached me and it was solved by me. "
"The reason I say this is to tell you... Alien is actually not so scary."
"If you know anything, you can talk to me after you figure it out."
After speaking, Fang Yu looked at Murong Jian.
Murong Jian looked at Yuan Sanquan.
Yuan Sanquan seemed to be caught in a certain thought at this time, and was completely in a state of trance.
"I'll send you away, Mr. Fang." Murong Jian had no choice but to say.
…
Fang Yu called out several times before Xiao Feng Chime returned to him with a look of reluctance.
"How come I'm leaving so soon, I haven't visited enough yet!" Xiao Feng Chime said.
Fang Yu did not answer her words, but walked forward with Murong Jian.
"Have your master mentioned the alien race to you before?" Fang Yu asked.
Murong Jian shook his head, his face solemnly said: "He has never mentioned it, and I have never seen him show that look just now."
"That's it." Fang Yu nodded and asked again, "Yes, there is another one. Do you understand Li Mofan that he just said?"
"I know this." Murong Jian hesitated for a while and said, "But I also guessed from the few words that Master mentioned him every time."
"Talk about it," Fang Yu said.
"This person... seems to be Master's rival in love." Murong Jian said in a low voice.
"Oh?" Fang Yu raised his brow.
After that, Murong Jian told about Li Mofan.
This Li Mofan, who pryed his master's corner back then, took the woman to show off in front of Yuan Sanquan after he succeeded. Until now, Yuan Sanquan has not forgotten the faces of these two people, and has to curse from time to time.
It was also from that time that Yuan Sanquan broke off his affection and concentrated on the way of cultivation.
"It turned out to be this kind of relationship." Fang Yu nodded.
He didn't intend to gossip about these news.
He was just curious about Yuan Sanquan.
The cultivation base with Yin and Yang realm, but rejected the holy courtyard.
This shows that he really relied on his talent and hard work to break through to the middle stage of the Tribulation, Yin-Yang realm.
It can also be seen from this that the people chosen by the holy courtyard seem to be very talented in cultivation.
Fang Yu and Murong Jian talked as they walked, and soon walked to the gate of the Dragon Slashing Pavilion.
"I'm leaving now," Fang Yu said.
Murong Jian bent slightly and clasped his fists.
Then, Fang Yu took the small wind chime and flew away from the Dragon Slashing Pavilion.
…
"Master, the scenery here is pretty good."
In the air, Xiao Feng Chime said.
"It's okay." Fang Yu replied lightly, thinking about other things.
The two went all the way, wanting to return to the central area of Beidu.
The little wind chimes have been looking around.
After a few minutes, she suddenly looked to the ground below the left side and said in surprise: "Master, there is a working circle below here!"
"Ok?"
Fang Yu followed Xiao Fengchi's sight and looked down.
Sure enough, there is a magic circle.
But seeing the area where this magic circle was located, Fang Yu's eyes flickered slightly.
This is a cemetery.
There is a layer of wooden guardrail around the cemetery, and a stone monument stands at the entrance.
A few words are engraved on the stele.
Daxilin, the tomb of Wanjie.
And beside these six large characters, there is a line of small characters.
This line of small characters indicates that the people who lay in this cemetery were either the monks who died young in the sects of Daxilin, or the elders or sects whose life was exhausted.
All in all, those who can enter this cemetery are all big figures in the sect realm.
The magic circle sensed by the small wind chimes exists on this cemetery, covering the entire cemetery.
However, something is wrong.
What's wrong is that the function of this circle is not to protect against outsiders from invading.
What it does...
"This magic circle seems to be absorbing something..." Xiao Feng Chime stopped and asked with his chin supported.
As a spirit weapon, Xiao Feng Chime is a magic circle expert.
She may be even higher than Fang Yu in terms of the attainments of the magic circle.
"What are you absorbing?" Fang Yu asked.
"I can't see it, I have to go in and experience it for myself before I can know it." Xiao Fengling said.
"Then go in and take a look." Fang Yu said.
"So... isn't it too good?" Xiao Feng Chime said.
"The significance of the existence of the cemetery is not to let people come in and look at it?" Fang Yu raised his brow slightly and said.
So he landed with the small wind chime and walked in from the entrance of the cemetery.
At the moment of passing through the cemetery, Fang Yu could clearly feel that a faint force of the magic circle swept across his body.
After entering the cemetery, Xiao Feng Chime walked forward quickly, and then squatted on the ground again, not knowing what he was doing.
After a while, she ran forward again, put her hand on a tombstone, and gently rubbed it.
Fang Yu wanted to remind her that it would be impolite to do so.
But seeing that Xiao Feng Chime seemed to be thinking, Fang Yu didn't speak.
A few minutes later, Xiao Feng Chime seemed to have reached a conclusion, and ran towards Fang Yu's direction.
But at this moment.
"Wow!"
A black light flashed from the side, accompanied by an extremely fierce aura.
Its goal is the little wind chime!
Little Wind Chime hasn't even reacted yet, let alone dodge.
This sharp blade tainted with black air just flew towards Xiao Feng Chime's forehead.
"Crack!"
When only one centimeter was left from the smooth forehead of the small wind chime, the sharp blade suddenly stopped.
An invisible force locked it in the air.
"Noisy..."
The sharp blade was shaking slightly, as if trying to break free.
The black gas on the surface of the blade is constantly released outwards.
"boom!"
However, in the next second, the huge force covering the blade sharply intensified.
This sharp blade instantly turned into powder.