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A carriage slowly moved forward on the official road.

Du Qiankun held the horse whip and did the work of the coachman, but he was content with it.

After all, he was pretty sure that there was a big boss sitting in the carriage.

Even if it is just some martial arts guidance, he has benefited a lot.

Now this senior wants to go to the East China Sea, how can he fail to do nothing?

Although... this senior will go crazy from time to time, but fortunately, he can bear it.

Inside the carriage.

Fang Xian opened his eyes, and his original madness retreated for a minute.

He wakes up again: ‘Very good...During my madness, I can’t act, but I can be led to act...Although I can control the other party by means of poison, how can it compare to other people’s sincere efforts? ’

After observing some time ago, he confirmed that Du Qiankun is the kind of righteous man.

And, there is a bit of sillyness, especially the kind of promise.

Of course, the other party is not a fool, he must have passed the demon way in his heart to become a famous person, confirming that Fang Xian is not that kind of person, and then choose to help.

It's a pity that Du Qiankun didn't know that Fang Xianzheng Dao's masters all pretended.

He is a generation of White Tiger Demon Lord!

"Yueshan County? It happened to be on the way to the East China Sea, so why don’t you take a look...’

Fang Xian secretly calculated that he was in a hurry.

To be honest, I have no affection for the offspring of these acquaintances.

It's okay to see you along the way, and run a trip specifically for them, it's impossible.

Suddenly, an illusion appeared before Fang Xian's eyes.

Well, for a lunatic, split personality or hallucination memories are quite normal.

But this time is obviously different.

He saw the fire, the sea... the fishing village.

There is even a group of aliens that are very similar to the scale people!

They called and jumped, as if performing some kind of ritual.

A **** ‘human pillar’ was pushed into the sea.

From the depths of the sea, ‘self’ protruded its heads, one after another giant snake heads, the eyes are the size of a tea bowl, and the tails are twisted together to form a smooth surface.

On top of the meatballs, there are some terrifying lumps. Some of them are scales and some are similar to sarcomas, full of pollution and chaotic madness.

The huge mass of flesh with eight snake heads is hidden in the indescribable deep darkness, and there seem to be invisible tentacles extending into the distance, bringing a kind of creepy breath.

It is devouring sacrifices, it is crazily longing, recalling its own name.

‘No...that’s me. ’

‘But, if it is really allowed to find its own name, I am afraid that I will also face schizophrenia all the time during the only reasonable time...’

Fang Xian pressed his eyebrows, and suddenly sneered: "I found you... I'm in the East China Sea as expected."

After all, it was a madness from the same source as him, and it was quite normal to feel some pictures occasionally.

At this moment, he suddenly felt again.

That is another place, it seems to be inside a palace.

He saw Jiang Yuhe, who had become a lot younger, and saw a woman in a Chinese dress who was already very old.

The other party stared at Jiang Yuhe, the greed in his eyes was barely concealed.

"The moths have laid their eggs... the next season must be a good harvest!"

Fang Xian murmured and said something.

Outside of the carriage, Du Qiankun has long been familiar with it.

A semi-crazy great master occasionally bursts out some strange words, there is no need to be surprised, does it?

...

The carriage slowly drove into the Yueshan Junjun City.

"Senior, the Jinfeng Drizzle Building is in front of you."

Du Qiankun pulled the driving curtain and said softly.

At the same time, he looked at the calm tall wooden building, feeling very regretful.

In the mouth and script of the storyteller, shouldn't it happen that some villains appeared on the scene at this time, letting the seniors show their power?

However, this childish thought only flashed in his heart, and it was forgotten by Du Qiankun, and it even felt a little funny.

The real arena and the arena in the storybook are clearly two different things.

"Little Du, let's separate here..."

Fang Xian smiled, and handed over a volume of books: "Here is a martial arts book, which I wrote when I was idle, just as your reward for hard work during this period of time."

"This..." Du Qiankun was a little embarrassed, but when he took the first page, he couldn't move his eyes away: "How to use martial arts into Taoism?"

His mouth opened wide, like a toad struck by lightning: "This... is this a book?"

Originally, Xin Wu Kingdom respected martial arts, but after being incorporated into the Shushan Wonderland, everyone knew that the martial artist was not inferior.

The one who is truly above the other is the immortal who lives forever!

And if you want to become a fairy, you must have a Taoist book!

This is not even the case of the temple and the Qingyuan Palace.

A true book of Taoism must at least be able to cultivate mana, so that ordinary people can truly become a cultivator.

It is a pity that no matter how hard the martial artist works, there is a ditch between the innate true energy and mana.

Du Qiankun's hands trembled, feeling holding a bridge made of gold.

If this is true, and the news leaks out, he feels that the current peaceful arena will immediately set off a **** storm.

"It's just the first step. It's just a trick to condense the martial arts true energy into mana... it's nothing... I hope you can carry it forward, and then explore the martial arts rune, condense the martial arts supernatural powers, maybe you can help the warriors of the Xinwu country Find a way to..."

Fang Xian's voice is still there, but his figure has disappeared.

"God... Gods..."

Du Qiankun was dumbfounded, he was speechless, and suddenly knelt down and slammed his head three times towards the carriage.

...

Jinfeng Drizzle House, Patriarch Hall.

Although it was the first time here, Fang Xian felt a bit familiar with the regulations.

Perhaps it is because these descendants tend to prefer the layout of the main building during construction, right?

In short, Fang Xian successfully found the place where Jinfeng Drizzle Tower enshrined the ancestors of the past generations, and stepped on the broken sunlight to open the old wooden door.

As a theoretical powerhouse ~www.readwn.com~ In fact, the defense of the Zushitang is far inferior to the place where the warehouse and the secret book are stored.

At this moment, if there was no one beside Fangxian pushing the door in, no one jumped out to block him.

He looked at the densely packed, most unknown spiritual positions, and went directly to the second floor.

Among the important tablets enshrined here, I finally found a few familiar names: Yulongjiao, Yu Xiaohu...

Of course, there are his own.

"When I see my tablet, I really don't know what expression I should have..."

"Ancestor worship, inheritance..."

Fang Xian looked at this scene, lost in thought.

He may be able to make a move to help the Golden Wind Drizzle Tower once again make the world powerful, but with the long time and the scouring of the years, what can be left?

"The inheritance is endless, the blood will last forever, maybe it is the better choice?"