Fang Yan finally returned to his consciousness and wanted to stand up, but he fell to the ground with one of his heels.

I don't know how long a movement has been maintained, but the body that has been cultivated in dialect has also appeared, the supply of qi and blood is insufficient, and the part of the body is numb.

Aware that several of his bee beasts were guarding him, Fang Yan simply didn't get up, and just lay on the ground.

Suddenly, Fang Yan felt a mess in his brain, his head seemed to explode, Fang Yan held on to the spiritual platform, and ran the contemplation technique he had just mastered, and finally, the headache stopped, but Fang Yan found that there were more scattered fragments in his memory, all of which were things that he had not been exposed to at all, and after sorting it out for a while, Fang Yan found that these things should be some memories of Zhou Tianxing, scattered.

Fang Yan can't help but be afraid, fortunately there is only such a little memory, if there are more, the confusion of the two memories, then it is really possible for him to become an idiot-like existence, it seems that this method of giving up is very unreliable.

Feeling that his consciousness was no longer in trouble, Fang Yan sat up and had a fight, Fang Yan didn't know how much time had passed, and it would be more dangerous to stay here for a moment, Fang Yan decided to immediately collect the loot and quickly leave this island in the middle of the lake, even if it was to swim to the land.

Having made up his mind, Fang Yan began to search again, looking at the corpse of Zhou Tianxing on the ground, Fang Yan sighed: "Even a dead person is not reliable. ”

Now Zhou Tianxing is dead and can't be dead, even the divine soul has been devoured by himself, Fang Yan reached out and took out a few things on his body, Zhou Tianxing is also worthy of being a high-level monk of qi refining, with a Qiankun bag, the current dialect is no longer a rookie who doesn't understand anything, and after a few strokes of erasing the mark of Zhou Tianxing in the bag, he opened this Qiankun bag.

"A strange bone, a flying sword, a jade slip, a few spirit stones, it's gone?", these things are not as many as in their own Qiankun bag, Fang Yan was a little disappointed, put away the bones, flying swords, and spirit stones, held the jade slip in his hand, and his divine sense probed in.

"Soul refining technique? Isn't it also a technique for cultivating the divine soul?" Fang Yan took a closer look, only to find that this soul refining technique is fundamentally different from the spiritual condensation technique that he cultivated, the spiritual condensation technique is the practice of condensing the divine sense, and the soul refining technique is a spell to control the divine soul.

Fang Yan was originally a pity, he didn't know how to collect the few black beads on the ground, when Zhou Tianxing and Song Shi asked to fight, Fang Yan saw the weirdness of that set of formations, when Fang Yan went to look for it just now, there was no trace of the beads at all, it turned out to be hidden.

Fang Yan immediately cultivated this set of tricks, this set of soul devouring arrays was not complicated, Fang Yan quickly mastered it, after playing the tricks, he put away the seven soul beads that appeared, and he had one more trick to save his life.

In front of him, Fang Yan prepared to enter the water, "Hey, why is there a Qiankun bag?"

Fang Yan found that the king bee beast Xiao Hei actually had a Qiankun bag in his mouth, why did he pull one? Fang Yan beckoned, took down the Qiankun bag in Xiao Hei's mouth, and wanted to concoct it in the same way, erase the imprint, open it to check, but unexpectedly, the divine sense imprint on this Qiankun bag was very firm, and it was not as easy as the previous Qiankun bag.

Fang Yan understood, this is not Zhou Tianxing's Qiankun bag, if it is his, Zhou Tianxing is dead, this mark should be at hand, not Zhou Tianxing's, then only Song Shi asked.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan immediately stopped thinking about going into the water, there are good things in this Qiankun bag, and it is absolutely impossible to let Fang Yan throw it away, Fang Yan took a few bee beasts to change places, ordered them to continue to guard around, and placed the Soul Devouring Array that he had just won around him, Fang Yan Pan sat down and began to erase the divine sense mark on the Qiankun bag.

It's not that Fang Yan doesn't know the danger, and it's not that Fang Yan doesn't want to change places to practice, it's just that he has this Qiankun bag that Master Song asks on his body, no matter where Fang Yan goes, Master Song can sense it, instead of changing to a strange environment, it is better to stay here, erase his divine sense imprint, and then practice by himself.

As soon as Fang Yan started to move, in a cave thousands of miles away, Song Shi, who was recovering, realized: "Why is someone erasing my divine sense imprint, what is it?" Ah, it's my Qiankun bag, when did my Qiankun bag fall?" It turned out that Song Shi was in a hurry when he came back, but he just stepped on a flying sword and ran out, not noticing that the Qiankun bag on his waist was taken by Xiao Hei, and when he found this safe cave, he sat down cross-legged to recover his senses, not realizing that he had lost something, or his most precious thing.

Even so, Master Song didn't get up, it was too much damage to his senses: "If you want to erase my mark, it will take a lot of effort to build the foundation, although I don't know who picked it up, but eighty percent of it fell on the island in the middle of the lake, with a cultivation of the fifth layer of qi refining, I didn't flee early, and I still wanted to get my things, hum, let you be beautiful for a while, and then I will go to you when I recover, and even the interest will be taken back." ”

After a while, Song Shiwen was not so confident, the divine imprint on his Qiankun bag had been erased, and the relationship between himself and the Qiankun bag had been completely broken, but fortunately, there were still two sacrificial magic weapons in the bag, Song Shiwen was a little angry, but he still had the patience to recover here, even if he wanted to rush back, it would take several hours, not to mention that his soul was far from recovering, even if he went to the victory or defeat, Song Shiwen was depressed while comforting himself.

"Ah, whoever it is, I don't share it with you. After a while, Song Shiwen was not so steady, and scolded loudly, but in two hours, all the marks on his three magic weapons were erased, could it be that it was not that kid who got it, but a master of the twelfth layer of qi refining got it? Now Song Shiwen also doubted his judgment, with the disappearance of the marks on the three magic weapons, Song Shiwen could no longer sense a trace of information.

The dialect on the island in the middle of the lake is happy with a lot of worries, after devouring Zhou Tianxing's divine soul, his divine sense is much stronger, I thought it would be difficult to erase the mark, but I just took a little time to get it done, and at the same time, Fang Yan found that his divine soul was damaged, and when he began to meditate and practice, he didn't feel obvious, thinking that he was tired, and he could feel a burst of discomfort when he practiced the magic weapon, and he felt that the divine soul was very tired after not working hard, and the condensation technique was useless for this kind of injury, the injury of the divine soul was not as good as the body, and the dialect didn't know what to do for a while。

I couldn't find a way, so Fang Yan had to give up, and when I returned to the sect, I asked Ji Yaoguang for advice, but fortunately, it didn't have much impact, and there was no other discomfort except for exhaustion.

In the Qiankun bag of Song Shiwen, Fang Yan found a flying magic weapon, just erased the marks on the three magic weapons, Fang Yan practiced this flying magic weapon, a medium-grade magic weapon bamboo harrier, a flying magic weapon made of Qingfeng bamboo, can take three or four people, and the speed is not as fast as the flying cloud boat and the like, but it is almost the same as the flying sword flight, but Fang Yan is already very satisfied, at least he doesn't have to swim in the water, don't worry about the demon beasts in the water.

With the bamboo harrier, the dialect is not very urgent, the remaining two magic weapons have also been practiced, just now when I saw this Qiankun bag, the dialect was a little greedy, although it is also a low-grade Qiankun bag, the space pen dialect was originally larger, there are more than three parties, after the sacrifice, the dialect threw all its things in.

There is also a small bronze bell, looking at the appearance should be a protective magic weapon, the dialect is the favorite for the protective magic weapon, now the cultivation is low, the things that can protect themselves are good things, do not look at the dialect usually even the first-order spirit rune armor is used, after the sacrifice to try, the effect is really good, the golden clock, as the name suggests, a golden bell, than their own silkworm spirit silk cover protection is not low.

After the three magic weapons were practiced, the dialect sacrificed the bamboo harrier, a bamboo bird about two meters long appeared in front of the dialect, and jumped up, there was a spirit stone on it, the dialect played a trick, the bamboo harrier swayed and flew into the air, the dialect suddenly thought that the vast mountains could not fly high, and controlled the bamboo harrier to slowly go down, until it was about two feet from the ground.

Song Shiwen is from this side, then I go the other side, the dialect chose a direction, control the bamboo harrier to fly forward, the first time to get started, there are many unskilled, several times the dialect almost planted in the lake, half an hour later, the operation is also a lot more proficient, the first time I flew by myself, the dialect can not say the comfort.

It's just that in the vast mountains, you can't fly too presumptuously, the dialect is a little unpleasant, and after flying towards the depths of the land for more than an hour, the dialect found a flat place and landed.

I found a cave, habitually put five bee beasts around, and arranged the soul devouring array, and the dialect began to replenish the mana.

On that day, Fang Yan had just broken through to the fifth layer of Qi refining, and before he had time to replenish his mana, he saw Zhou Tianxing's landing, and then a lot of things happened, Fang Yan had not had a chance to restore his mana to perfection, if the dantian was compared to a pool, Fang Yan expanded the pool of water storage, but the water in it was not filled, it was still the original water.

At this time, the dialect was not stingy with pills, and he had just gotten a lot of things from Master Song, and there was no shortage of pills, so he casually threw a Qi Gathering Pill into his mouth.

The high-grade pill is really different, a Qi Gathering Pill not only fills up the dantian mana of the dialect, but even the cultivation that has just broken through has been improved, but there is also a lot of wasted aura, more than half of the aura is not used by the dialect, and the dialect secretly regrets it in his heart.