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"Poof", a mouthful of blood spurted out of Dong Haoran's mouth. ◎Literature Museum◎This blood is not a bruise driven by an injury, but a mouthful of blood from his heart that he spit out under all kinds of anger. As this mouthful of blood spit out, Dong Haoran felt that his body began to be weak and soft.

"Senior Brother Dong vomited blood!" shouted a Lishan Palace disciple who was standing beside him, his words full of horror.

Those who can become the foundation are not people who can't hold their breath. The reason why this disciple of Lishan Palace was so flustered was because Dong Haoran's vomiting of blood was really a big deal. For cultivators, especially those who have reached the foundation building, the breath in their chests has been extremely harmonized, and it is very rare, and it can even be said that it is difficult to spit out the essence and blood in their hearts. And once this happens, it is a big problem, and it may even collapse from then on.

"Feed Senior Brother Dong the Heart Replenishing Pill, and quickly take Senior Brother Dong back to a quiet place to recuperate. A core disciple of Lishan Palace commanded loudly.

The disciples of Lishan Palace moved in a hurry, while the disciples of the other three major sects stood quietly to the side, looking at this coldly, Dong Haoran had long since lost the momentum of responding to the call just now.

"Despicable villain!" a voice with emotion came from the crowd, and with these words, someone said faintly: "It's good to faint." ”

"Who is talking about cool things here, there is a kind of stand up for me!" The Lishan Palace disciple who was now Dong Haoran fainted and shouted loudly in the direction of speaking. But he shouted three times, but no one showed up. I heard a lot of sarcastic laughter.

"Senior brother, let's go!" the man surnamed Sun patted the junior brother's shoulder with a solemn face, and said in a deep voice.

The man was a little unwilling. But looking at the faces of the few senior brothers around him, he instantly realized something. Now it is no better than just now, that sword that is like an earth-shattering sword has already stomped Dong Haoran and their face of Lishan Palace into the ground.

Fang Ling didn't know about Dong Haoran's vomiting blood, at this time. His heart was hurt a lot, but his mood was refreshing. He is unwilling and disdainful of such villain acts. A lot of things. A sword slashes through, and the world is clear!

Stuffing a few qi-replenishing pills into his mouth, Fang Ling spread the twelve maze flags around him. As the billowing smoke rose, Fang Ling once again sacrificed the map of the secret realm of Lashan. Immerse yourself in the secret map. Sit under the big tree that came from the top of the secret realm of Lashan. Strands of aura seemed to frantically enter Fang Ling's body. He ran Pei Yuan Gong and slowly practiced. Eighty-one days later, the True Yuan in Fang Ling's body had reached its peak, but his face was still very pale. The neon sword of the imperial envoy twice made his divine sense very injured, and it will take a while to repair it. After practicing the Phaseless Mind Technique for a while, Fang Ling felt that he was a lot more relaxed. Knowing that it would be useless to cultivate again, Ling immediately received the secret realm map of Lashan. Out of the maze.

"Meet Senior Brother Fang Ling!" At the moment when Fang Ling came out of the formation, the two Qingyuan Sect disciples in the early stage of foundation building respectfully clasped their fists and saluted him.

Fang Ling glanced at the two disciples, and now they didn't know each other. nodded lightly and said, "What's the matter with the two of you?"

"Senior Brother Guo came to ask Senior Brother Fang for a discussion, and after waiting for you for a while, seeing that you are still in retreat, let the two of us help you guard here. One of the foundation building disciples laughed and said, "Don't have a beast you don't know to disturb you." ”

Fang Ling looked at the smiles and cultivation of these two people, and understood in his heart, letting these two cultivators with the lowest cultivation wait for him here, it was also Guo Zhenying who said to himself that he had no other ideas. It's really thoughtful!

Fang Ling didn't have much interest in the discussion, he waved his hand and said, "Please tell Senior Brother Guo Zhenying on your behalf, just say that I am a little uncomfortable, and I don't know much about the form, so I won't participate in the discussion." As he spoke, Fang Ling walked away. The young disciple was about to persuade again, but was stopped by the person who spoke just now, and said in a secret way: "We have already done what should be done, just go back and convey his meaning." ”

"Then Senior Brother Guo's ......" The young disciple said half of his words, and then he showed a natural expression, this Fang Ling, as the pride of heaven who was completely in line with the magic weapon, had replaced Dong Haoran and became the strongest person among the five major sect foundation building period cultivators. Who can dispute his words?

Fang Ling returned to the residence that the Lin family had arranged for him, and prepared to exercise his pranayama again, after all, for a monk, divine consciousness was one of the most important means. The neon sword of the imperial envoy mainly relies on the flesh-and-blood connection established between himself and the neon sword, and the use of divine consciousness only accounts for a small part, but this small part also makes his heart shake. It's no wonder that ordinary foundation building monks can't use magic weapons at all. Fang Ling, whose thoughts flashed in his heart, thought of the statement that the magic weapon was completely compatible, I am afraid that the so-called complete fit, that is, the monk himself and the magic weapon can establish a flesh-and-blood connection.

After sitting cross-legged for a while, Fang Ling felt that he was distraught for a while, and he couldn't cultivate at all. Fang Ling, who sighed, immediately dispersed the True Yuan, which was only half run, and he knew that if he continued to force it like this, it was very likely that he would go mad. Walking down the fine collapse, Fang Ling looked around in the room, although the position given to him by the Lin family was not the top, it was also very exquisite, and a few green bamboos outside the door added a bit of elegance to the house.

There is paper in front of the table, and the best wolf hair is placed in a very regular manner. Fang Ling casually picked up the wolf hair and wrote softly. Originally, he was going to write a poem that he had memorized in the past, but he didn't know how, the first word he put down was in the Thousand Buddha Mountain, and he remembered a passage from Maitreya's Sutra of the Next Life: "Gain the precepts of virtue and meditation and good cultivation in the Brahman, come to the original ...... of my persuasion to practice the heart of Shi Huanxin" One by one was written out from Fang Ling's hand, and for a while, Fang Ling felt that his mind was a little chaotic, and he became calm. This feeling made him enjoy it very much, and he continued to write word by word. In a quarter of an hour, Fang Ling wrote down all these verses. Looking at the font on the white paper that looked like a dragon and snake curved plate, a smile appeared on Fang Ling's face. In the past, he only loved calligraphy, but now, he feels that his calligraphy seems to have improved a lot.

Fang Ling, who put down the pen, smiled lightly, and was about to look at the font he had written, when his expression suddenly showed a hint of surprise. His divine sense, which was originally injured, was actually half restored at this moment. Isn't writing able to restore divine consciousness? This thought made Fang Ling excited. After simply calming down his mood, Fang Ling picked up the pen and wrote an ancient poem on the paper that he liked very much. After writing "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", a smile appeared on Fang Ling's face. He was also very satisfied with the words this time, but he was not in the mood to pay attention to his words at this time. The divine sense did not recover at all, and this now made Fang Ling pick up the pen again. This time, what he wrote was still the same verse, and as word by word jumped on the paper, Fang Ling unconsciously entered an ethereal situation. Only halfway through the writing, he was moved, he gently put down the pen, and then with a wave of his sleeve, the written words entered his small bag. His consciousness had recovered a lot, and he looked like normal.

"Senior Brother Fang is convenient now, junior brother Guo Zhenying has something to visit. With a hint of respect, a voice came from outside the room.

Guo Zhenying came in this time, with a full courtesy, with a smile on his face, and Fang Ling even called out a senior brother. This time, Guo Zhenying came with Lin Mucheng, and Guo Zhenying's attitude made Lin Mucheng a little awkward when he called Fang Ling. It was said that he should call Fang Ling Senior Brother Fang together with Guo Zhenying, but where could he call it?

These two people came over, in fact, there was nothing important, but to tell Fang Ling that the armies of the two Lin and Jin families had successfully met, and they had received a letter from the elders in the gate, asking them to wave their troops in Qudu City and encircle and suppress those rebels who had gathered in Qudu City. These things actually had nothing to do with Fang Ling, but Guo Zhenying personally came over to tell Fang Ling these things, just to show his respect to Fang Ling. After all, at this time, Fang Ling was the strongest foundation building cultivator here. Thinking about the verses in the Sutra of the Next Life, where did Fang Ling have too much time to waste with Guo Zhenying? After a few perfunctory words, Fang Ling sent Guo Zhenying and Lin Mucheng away.

When Lin Mucheng was leaving, he wanted to say a few words to Fang Ling, but in the end he didn't say anything. Regarding Lin Mucheng's troubles, Fang Ling saw it. But to solve this problem, the only way to solve this problem is to rely on the forest to become oneself. After all, Fang Ling himself is still that Fang Ling.

He picked up the pen again and wrote another verse, and this time the damage to his consciousness had been completely restored. Fang Ling, who was overjoyed, began to try to recite that verse in his heart again, and in the silent recitation, Fang Ling felt that his divine consciousness was becoming more and more ethereal, and the tiger in the middle of his divine consciousness seemed to have condensed a little when Fang Ling silently recited the verse. The moment he finished reading the entire verse, Fang Ling sensed the dark void, as if a line had rushed into his heart. This line sent a soft aura to himself, which made his mind instantly strengthen a point. However, just as he tried to capture the origin of the thread, the thread disappeared without a trace.

Fang Ling tried again, but he still couldn't catch the line. Although he was unwilling, in the end, Fang Ling still chose to let it go for the time being, after all, there were many things that could not be forced.

"Is Senior Brother Fang here? Little Sister Chun Wushuang has something to ask to see. The soft voice came into Fang Ling's ears along the breeze.

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