It passes through the East Sanctuary and comes to the sea of ​​death again.

This desert is still vast, with the cold wind howling.

...

Fang Jun stepped on the sword light, and the wind passed by in the sky. He could protect the body with a random magical power, which could block the strong winds from his body and fly forward without any delay.

Thinking of those terrifying and weird Spirit-Devouring Clan, Fang Junmei couldn't help but release her spiritual sense and snooped into the ground.

"I ignored these guys for tens of thousands of years, and I don't know if they have made more noise."

Fang Jun said in his heart.

...

Compared to those years ago, he has become much stronger. With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he can almost quickly capture the traces of the Spirit-Devouring Clan.

These guys still drilled holes underground just like they did back then.

Further down there is a vast underground world.

There is a village.

There is a city.

It is not dark, and there are mines and things like fluorescent fireflies, emitting light, illuminating the underground world, which is a bit bizarre.

Not to mention, those spirit-eating tribes that have transformed into shape also know how to light the lamp.

...

There are not many masters in these villages and cities, at most they are at the level of the mortal stage. Fang Junmei's spiritual sense swept over and was captured by them. Everyone dared not speak and looked alert.

The spiritual consciousness swept through like flowing water, and there was no special scene of a large number of human races being arrested. Fang Junmei no longer paid much attention to it and took back his spiritual consciousness.

Now he is no longer an impulsive boy.

The ancestral cultivators near the East Holy Realm are wary of this strange race, but they have never destroyed them. There is only one reason: there are masters in this clan!

Although Fang Junmei has a great understanding of the sky, she has never felt that she is already invincible in her ancestral artifacts.

...

It took me half a year to cross this sea of ​​death.

After passing the Death Sand Sea, it was Bai Kingdom, and Fang Junmei did not stop.

After passing Bai Kingdom, it was a sea of ​​monsters. Fang Junmei deliberately swept the Saufengman Mountain - the territory of the Golden Manniu clan back then.

In the vast mountains, the bulls were still swimming around.

Seeing that the Golden Barbarian Bull clan was still there, it seemed to have grown a little bit. Fang Junmei did not stay for a long time and continued to move forward until he landed at Tianyang City, a human city closest to the sea of ​​monsters.

This city belonged to Longhu Mountain back then. Now, after tens of thousands of years, it has been divided into several small cities. It can be seen that the number of human races in the Nancheng Immortal Kingdom is also growing rapidly. In this way, the world of cultivation will definitely be even stronger.

Concealed his breath and entered Fangshi District.

...

It was indeed very lively. At a glance, there were no less than thousands of monks, and their realms were naturally different.

Fang Junmei carried her hands on her back and wandered around the city casually. Listening to the chattering of the monks, she was soon attracted by the words of the two dragon gate monks in front.

...

An old man, a young monk in Taoist robe, walked in front of Fang Junmei.

The old man was in the late stage of Longmen, and the young man was in the early stage of Longmen, wearing a white Taoist robe and a yellow Taoist robe.

"Master, in your opinion, this time, the Nangong Sect Master of Panxin Sword Sect and Huo Zizai from the Fire Demon Palace will eventually win or lose?"

The young Taoist asked in a low voice.

"It's hard to say!"

The old Taoist in white robe sighed and said, "The Nangong Sect Master of Panxin Sword Sect is certainly a genius in the swordsmanship and has already realized the heart of Tao, but the fire free is also a cultivator who has realized the heart of Tao, and he is much older."

"If we lose again this time, our Nancheng Immortal Kingdom will lose another large piece of territory. These demons from the sea are really too greedy."

The young man in the yellow robe said sadly: "Although our Longhu Mountain is far away, if we allow them to continue to expand like this, it will be our turn sooner or later."

The old Taoist in white robe nodded.

"Can't we join forces and destroy the Fire Demon Palace?"

The young man in yellow robe said resentful.

"How to destroy it? Who will destroy it?"

The old Taoist in white robe immediately asked in anger.

"The people from the Fire Demon Palace, more than 10,000 years ago, when they first came to our Nancheng Immortal Kingdom, they destroyed the Tianyun Sect, a large sect in the south overnight. It is said that among the monks who took action, there were several cultivators in the middle and late stages of the Transformation stage. What should we do to destroy them?"

"Are we not having seniors? Just invite those seniors back!"

The young man in yellow robe said.

"I've been back, and I heard that one of them was killed!"

The old Taoist in the white robe smiled bitterly and said, "And when the people from the Fire Demon Palace first came, although they had taken lightning and destroyed a large sect, they did not take any more actions, nor did they kill mortals indiscriminately. Instead, they proposed to use competitions to fight for territory. Gao Ming is here, so that we can convince our loss. It will not cause too much disgust from the predecessors we left before. Now even the mortals in the south are not so afraid of them."

Hearing this, Fang Junmei understood a rough idea.

"I heard that a senior from Shenmuhai asked carefully after coming back, ignored him and left again, leaving only one sentence."

The old man in white robe said again.

"What's the matter?"

The young man in yellow robe asked again.

"You are living so comfortable. If you can't even beat the fair fights of fellow monks, you deserve it if you are destroyed. You should solve your own troubles!"

The old man in white robe said.

The young man in yellow robe smiled bitterly and said, "This senior is very arrogant."

The old man in white robe also laughed.

...

"It's not Hua Zhaoyue?"

Fang Junmei's thoughts were heard and she hadn't seen this senior for a long time.

When he first heard it, he was still a little indignant, but at the end, he had to admit that what the arrogant monk said was somewhat reasonable.

Judging from the facts before and after, it is estimated that the sea of ​​demons has ushered in an era of great prosperity. The number of demons has increased rapidly, and there is no place for cultivation and rest, so I can only move outward.

However, since the person in this competition is a junior of the Panxin Sword Sect, Fang Junmei doesn't want to ask, so she has to ask.

Speed ​​up and enter the teleportation hall.

Someone who went to the Emerald City directly, Fang Junmei handed over the spirit stone and stepped on it!

...

After coming out, the spiritual consciousness swept.

Compared with those years, the Emerald City is also much more prosperous, with tall buildings. On the vast plateau outside the city, there are also fertile fields and villages that are connected to the sky, and ordinary people are in harmony.

It can be seen that the Panxin Sword Sect has good protection and governance.

On the high Shigong Mountain in the distance, the Panxin Sword Sect is still like a piece of jasper falling on the top of the mountain. The grass and trees are deep, white clouds are lingering, and the flowing springs are flying, making a scene of immortals.

I didn't rush to go, so I first inquired about the Panxin Sword Sect. Fang Junmei took the escape light and left the city.

In just half a day, I arrived outside the mountain gate, and my breath returned to an unfathomable and unexplorable appearance.

Looking at the mountain gate ahead, Fang Jun sighed.

Suddenly, he didn't dare to go in. After he went, the younger generation asked Zhuang Youde, Wei Xifeng, and Yang Xiaoman and others. How should he answer?

...

"See senior!"

Two gatekeepers came up to salute.

Fang Junmei nodded slightly and said, "You sect leader, can you be in the sect?"

When the two young cultivators heard this, they looked at each other. One of them looked older and asked cautiously: "I don't know who is the senior, what's going to do with our sect?"

Fang Junmei glanced at the two of them, thought for a while, took out a blank jade slip, made a mark, and put it in a jade box, sealed it and said, "Take it in and show it to your deacon elder."

After he finished speaking, he didn't say much, and drove the escape light and turned around and left.

The two little cultivators were stunned when they heard this, and finally they separated and entered the sect.

...

That night, the moon was shining.

Fang Junmei was on the top of a small hill, drinking silently, accompanied by the sound of insects, and there was white mist not far away.
To be continued...