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Wang Fan blew up four spiritual swords in a row to narrowly escape, and then came to a hidden valley to heal and rest for the time being.

From the beginning, he had many doubts about this task, so he specially put on the silkworm clothes captured from the refiner in it. The careful preparation was finally not in vain. This treasure clothes resisted a lot of attacks for him, but after all, its resilience is limited. The attacks of ordinary monsters can resist one or two, but they can't withstand the monsters. He attacked with all his strength, so there were still several wounds of different sizes on his body, especially the claws of the lion's head and monster. He couldn't help tearing up the silkworm clothes and scratched a deep visible bone wound on his chest.

"Damn, it really hurts!" When fighting, I thought about killing the enemy to break out, and when I escaped, I wanted to avoid hiding, so I didn't feel much pain at that time. Only when I stopped to heal my wounds did I really realize the seriousness of the injury.

In order to divert his attention, he remembered the life and death of everyone.

"I don't know whether Lin Qinglang is alive or dead? If only I were dead!" He thought, "This bastard, if you don't harm others, you will harm yourself. If you die, you will benefit him!" But he quickly thought that if Lin Qinglang died, whether he could return to Lingxiao Pavilion or not would really become a problem. Even if he could go back, he would be questioned or even slandered by the elders. After all, the loss was really too great. A total of 15 elites from the three factions were almost all killed.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt very funny. Ling Yuntian almost blatantly killed himself, but he still wanted to return to Lingxiao Pavilion: "Do you really have feelings for the bullshit Lingxiao Pavilion?" He shook his head vigorously and made up his mind that no matter whether he could escape from the ascension this time, he would break up with Ling Xiaoge.

"It's a pity that the monks who participated in the mission can't be destroyed by the whole army, and there is one more force for the concentration idea. Two pieces of news spread to Lingyun Pavilion, but one day Ling Yuntian will know. I don't know if he will have the feeling of stealing chickens and eating rice at that time, and his face will become iron blue?"

Thinking about the appearance of Ling Yun's weather, he finally breathed, but quickly returned to reality and felt that Lin Qinglang would not die so easily: "Although there is a star who does not return to the command, it is very likely that he can escape from the sky. After all, the means of the mid-term foundation-building monk is not what I can imagine."

Thinking of the star, Wang Fan was depressed and resentful. This person is really too abominable. He not only really relies on monsters, but also is determined to destroy them all. If he hadn't pointed in it, they would have escaped long ago, and they wouldn't have used him to blow up four lower spiritual weapons.

"Damn it, that's a four-handled low-grade spiritual weapon, and the handle is of excellent texture and perfect workmanship. It's really heartbreaking!" At that time, he only wanted to run for his life. He didn't have time to feel sad. Now that he thought about it, his heart twitched and scolded himself for being a loser: "No matter how rich I am, I can't stand such a waste."

However, after his heartache, he was very lucky. Without the power of the spiritual weapon, it is estimated that they could not escape. It was a pleasure to be cut off their heads with a knife like Fang Tian. The two six-layer monks who practiced qi in Feiyumen and Xingchen Hall were surrounded by the spirits and bitten to death. Their death was so tragic and frightening. Shocked.

As for the "Brother Song" in the Star Hall, he played cool to the extreme. At the beginning, he looked arrogant. He disdained to talk to Wang Fan and others at all. What's more, he made a rebuttal when Xing didn't propose to withdraw, which completely offend Xing didn's big, so after being be besieged, no one was willing to fight with him.

This person is also really good. At least after Wang Fan broke out of the siege, he could still hear him shouting and resisting, but his fists were hard to beat the four hands, and the good tiger was defeated by a group of wolves. Wang Fan only thought for a moment and knew that he would die. After all, when they were there, they attracted most of the monsters and Senior monsters, once they break through and escape, he can't stand alone.

Wang Fan thought nonsense and felt a little confused. The previous life-and-death battle consumed all his energy. The high-intensity Mercedes-Benz for several hours made him extremely tired. At this time, he was finally safe, which made him unable to control it anymore and slowly closed his eyes.

In his dream, he was still running, as if his footsteps would never stop until he reached the end of the sky.

Just as he was sleeping comfortably, he suddenly heard someone shouting, "Kid, wake up, wake up, wake up." The voice seemed to come from afar, and it seemed to come from his dream, which made him a little confused, but then he felt cold, which made him wake up and rise.

"Who?" His spiritual power ran rapidly, holding the dragon blade and looking forward warily.

"Ky, don't be nervous, it's me!" The sound sounded again, but it seemed to come from the ground.

Wang Fan was shocked and jumped back: "Who are you? How did you run to the bottom of the earth?"

At this time, it was dark, and the cold wind blew through the woods, making a cling sound, just like the cry of the ghosts.

"Hey hey, you are also a monk. Why are you so afraid? Are you human monks so timid, or are you scared by the wolf king?" As the sound sounded again, Wang Fan finally saw a little old man with only three inches, crystal clear and shining white light coming out of the ground. The little old man was not only small and strange, but also strange that his forehead was not hair, but leaves.

"Who are you? Since you know that I am a monk, you dare to pretend to scare people. Are you impatient to live?" Wang Fan put his heart back into his stomach, but his face was more vigilant. He clenched the dragon blade in his hand and stepped forward and shouted.

"You don't know who I am?" The little old man asked in surprise, and then laughed: "Isn't the goal of your trip me? You won't be really scared by the Wolf King. I can't even remember this!"

"Thirty-thousand-year-old ginseng? You are a ten-thousand-year-old ginseng!" Wang Fan was shocked: "Aren't you held in your hand by the Wolf King? Why did you come here? Where's the Wolf King?"

The wolf king said that the ten-thousand-year-old ginseng was kind to him, and Wang Fan did not know whether it was true or not, but when he saw that the "little old man" was beside him, he instinctively thought that the wolf king had come, and he couldn't help sighing in his heart: "It seems that my life is really gone this time."

"He held me in his hand?" The little old man sneered: "Do you really think he can catch me with his ability? It's simply nonsense. The little ginseng in his hand is just a disobedient descendant of me. In order to punish him, I deliberately let the Wolf King catch it and teach him a lesson. It's no big deal.

"What, your descendants? Are you telling the truth? Wang Fan's face was full of doubt and completely calmed down, but he found more things that were wrong. Although tens of thousands of years old ginseng opened his wisdom, it was far from being like the one in front of him. He could turn into a three-inch old man, and the intelligence revealed in his words was comparable to that of an adult: "You are not that tens of thousands of years old ginseng at all. Tell me, who are you? What's the purpose? Give me a reason, otherwise don't blame me for being rude.

"Haha" The little old man laughed loudly: "Good boy, he is worthy of being the person I like. He is smart and clever. He can figure out the key so quickly. Since you want to know, I know everything."

"I'm really not the tens of thousands of years old ginseng. If I count it, I'm the grandfather of his grandfather's grandfather. That is to say, I'm not tens of thousands of years old ginseng, but hundreds of thousands of years old ginseng, so I can practice success, have today's achievements, and turn into a human form to walk around."

"Unfortunately, the way of heaven is unfair. It is extremely difficult for us plants to open our wisdom. But after opening our wisdom, it is even more difficult to become a free monk like human beings. We have practiced like me for hundreds of thousands of years, but we can only collect all the essence of the essence of the body into a three-inch villain, and we can't be too far away from the body, no He will die because his energy is not replenished. Do you think God is too unfair to us?

Wang Fan listened to him talking endlessly, sometimes proudly and sometimes angry. He couldn't help but be a little confused. When he heard him ask himself a question, he frowned and said, "You plants have a long life. You have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, but you can still be alive, and the most powerful figure of our human monk has already disappeared. So you can't insist that heaven is unfair."

As soon as he said this, he felt that something was wrong and quickly changed his point and said, "Of course, the world is so big that you are imprisoned on one side without freedom, which is indeed a little cruel."