Fang Yan checked again, and after making sure that there was no other exit to get out of here, he sat on the futon with the flying bucket text drawn.

Still, nothing has changed.

After Fang Yan thought about it, he closed his eyes, and at the same time silently activated the spiritual power in his body, and invested it on the futon.

After a few breaths, Fang Yan put away his spiritual power, opened his eyes, and found that he seemed to have appeared in another layer of towers.

The reason why it is said to be another floor is because at this moment, although this place is the same as the previous tower, there are only those things, but there are no incense candles burning in the incense burner, so Fang Yan is sure that this is no longer the place before.

Fang Yan looked under him, only to see that the futon that had been painted with runes by himself had disappeared at this moment.

And the three futons here are well placed in front of the incense case, and there are no fighting texts or traces of painting on them, so this is also a little evidence.

After confirming this matter, Fang Yan immediately looked at the six windows here, and found that these six windows were all closed, seeing this, Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, Fang Yan came to the portrait of the Taoist again, and after putting on a stick of incense, he bowed three times, and then probed his spiritual power into these futons one by one.

After discovering the futon that was also made of precious spiritual wood, Fang Yan took it out, and after waiting for a while, the incense ash in the incense burner had almost accumulated.

So, Fang Yan took out the talisman pen again.

After Fang Yan finished drawing, he was about to put away the talisman pen, but suddenly found that the color of the douwen he had just drawn had become lighter.

Fang Yan blinked, making sure that this was not his illusion, and after a while, the Dou Wen above actually became a little dim again.

What's going on?

Fang Yan was surprised in his heart, you know, there was no such situation just now.

After thinking about it, Fang Yan didn't pay much attention to it, but after putting away the talisman pen, he immediately sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes and used his spiritual power.

After a few breaths, Fang Yan opened his eyes again, only to find in shock that he had not been teleported away at the moment, he was still in this place, and the incense candle that rose told Fang Yan this cruel truth.

Fang Yan was shocked, and hurriedly jumped off the futon, finding that there was no trace on the futon at all, it was just an extremely clean futon.

Although he had a bad premonition in his heart, Fang Yan still took out the talisman pen again and continued to paint with incense ashes.

Unfortunately, the drawn talisman was still the same as before, and it faded and disappeared in a short period of time.

When Fang Yan was holding the talisman pen in his hand, racking his brains to think about why this was, he didn't notice that a small gap had opened in the six windows on the wall, and a lot of white mist had poured in.

And these white mist have always wanted to get close to each other, so as to merge.

At this time, Fang Yan finally stopped, so these white mist gradually converged.

Just as the white mist gathered into a monster phantom again, a terrifying aura came from Fang Yan's back.

Fang Yan was startled, and hurriedly turned around, and saw a monster phantom formed by a cloud of white mist condensed, which had already inhabited his face, and the aura emanating from it was probably already in the middle stage of rainbow light.

Fang Yan was suddenly shocked, and immediately wanted to dodge and dodge, but it was a little late.

After all, Fang Yan was just a cultivator of the Great Perfection of Ning Yuan now, and the monster phantom formed by this white mist had already cultivated in the middle stage of the rainbow light, so Fang Yan couldn't have a chance to dodge at all.

Just when the phantom of the white mist monster was about to swallow Fang Yan in one gulp, the Hong Kong embroidery fan bell on Fang Yan's wrist once again rose a trace of black smoke from it.

The phantom of the white mist monster, which was originally menacing, finally showed a look of fear after the black smoke rose out.

But the phantom of the white mist monster still did not escape the hands of the mini black wandering god, and was swallowed into the belly by the mini black wandering god.

Then, the black wandering god turned into a black mist again and flew back to the Hong Kong embroidery bell on Fang Yan's wrist.

At this moment, Fang Yan immediately stepped forward and closed all the windows tightly, still afraid for a while.

This time, Fang Yan obviously didn't open the window, but the white mist still poured in, it seemed that no matter what, every time he reached a tower floor, these white mist would enter it.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan's heart couldn't help but sink.

Stroking the Hong Kong embroidery bell in his hand, Fang Yan knew that if he continued to use the Black Wandering God frequently to expel these white mist monster phantoms, I was afraid that in a few more times, this Hong Kong embroidery bell would completely collapse.

And Fang Yan spent so much effort for this thing, so naturally he didn't want to see such a thing happen.

However, Fang Yan knew that in addition to resisting with the black wandering god in the Hong Kong embroidery bell, he couldn't help those white mist phantoms at all, and his heart couldn't help but sink and sink.

However, the level in front of him had finally passed, and Fang Yan knew that those white mist should not drift in anymore.

So, Fang Yan picked up the talisman pen again and drew it on the futon.

After Fang Yan put down the talisman pen, the fighting text on the futon this time really showed no signs of fading, although Fang Yan had expected this for a long time, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

Then, Fang Yan continued to sit on the futon, his eyes closed and injected spiritual power into it.

To be honest, Fang Yan didn't know what the so-called City Lord's Secret Treasure was, and Fang Yan couldn't guess it until now.

Ever since Fang Yan entered this Xiumu Tower, all he had done was to try his best to enter the other tower floors, because there was so little information here.

Perhaps, in other towers, there is a so-called castle lord's treasure.

After a few breaths, Fang Yan opened his eyes, and sure enough, he had already reached other floors in front of him, and when he came to the portrait of the Taoist again, he picked up the incense on the incense table, and after bowing to the Taoist three times, he put on a stick of incense, and Fang Yan immediately found out the special futon.

But this time, Fang Yan didn't rush to draw the talisman on the futon, because she wanted to personally observe how those white mist entered here.

After waiting for dozens of breaths, all of a sudden, Fang Yan found that some white mist had penetrated into the originally closed window, seeing this, Fang Yan's eyes narrowed, and he knew in his heart that no matter how close the window was, there was still a way for these white mist to enter it.

Seeing this, Fang Yan immediately took out a talisman pen, dipped it in some incense ash, and drew it on the futon, and sure enough, after the fighting text on the futon became dim, Fang Yan found that it was difficult for these white mist to gather together.

Even if all the three incense sticks were burned out, the incense ash produced would not be able to support Fang Yan's drawing of the Flying Douwen many times, so this could only be a delaying strategy.

Moreover, if all the incense ashes were used to slow down the speed of the white mist combination, then Fang Yan would have no extra incense ashes to draw the flying douwen.

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