"Despicable!"

"Despicable!"

On the central mountain, in front of the huge bone palace, Fang Xiu's double palms were shining brightly, leaving a series of palm prints on the bone door, and black smoke rose.

The will of the Bone Palace was constantly stirring in his mind, as if a sword was slashing at his soul every moment.

On the chest, the righteous jade pendant suddenly had rays of rays of light falling down, like a warm sun on the body, dispersing the gloomy gloomy energy around it, preventing it from intruding into the three feet around Fang Xiu's body.

The bone palace's will that kept trembling and tingling in his mind became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared.

However, the still-trembling Bone Palace and the swaying ground beneath its feet showed that the ancient palace's angry will had not weakened.

It's just that under the protection of the righteous jade pendant, he can't enter Fang Xiu's mind again.

"Phew, so resistant!"

The setting sun melts gold, and the dusk clouds merge together.

In front of the Bone Palace, Fang Xiu was panting and finally stopped beating.

Performing Immortal King Yaoshi for several hours in a row almost exhausted all the spiritual energy in his body.

Even if the Beginningless Dao Yuan Jing continues to operate and the exchange of spiritual marrow pills regardless of cost is still difficult to make up for the terrifying consumption of spiritual power by the god-level palm seal.

However, during this process, the Nine Immortals Xuanyang Lamp emits fairy light, imbues it with fairy nature, and tempers the blood, flesh, muscles, and bones, allowing Fang Xiu's physical body to be strengthened and improved to a certain extent.

The Immortal King swings the devil's palm, a god-level Taoist method.

There are nine types of palm seals, each of which contains several levels of magical power.

The first style of Immortal King Glory, Yang Lantern to drive away evil spirits, Immortal Light Tempering Body, and Weightless Field each have infinite magical effects, and they will increase with the improvement of Fang Xiu's realm.

"My realm is too low. It's almost impossible to break through the bone gate!"

There are thousands of palm prints on the bone gate, which are densely packed. They seem to be powerful, but they have not harmed the foundation of the bone palace.

At best, the cigarette butt burns the skin. Although the pain is unbearable, it is not life-threatening.

And as Fang Xiu's attack stopped, wisps of black energy emerged from the bone gate, which was actually slowly repairing.

When Fang Xiu saw this, he couldn't help but feel depressed.

He exited the Bone Hall ten miles away and did not go down the mountain immediately.

Because after going down the mountain, he had nowhere else to go.

Not to mention the outermost array shield, even the smaller five-element barrier cannot be broken through by him.

The mountains and ground within the barrier are stacked with layers of bones, and they remain the same wherever you stay.

The five sword peaks are full of righteousness, but unfortunately, each sword peak is wrapped by a spiritual light shield...

Fang Xiu simply stayed on the central mountain.

He sat cross-legged facing the black skeleton hall. Thirty silver swords spread out and turned into six hundred small swords, floating within five hundred meters around him.

Between each small sword, there is a trace of spiritual power involved, forming a dense network.

Within five hundred meters, if there is any disturbance, he can immediately sense and respond.

The source of Wushi Dao circulated and began to absorb the spiritual energy of the surrounding world. Fang Xiu exchanged a lot of spiritual marrow pills in the system mall to refine them together.

The Black Skeleton Hall is absorbing spiritual power and transforming Jiaoren. If Fang Xiu doesn't race against time to speed up his cultivation, he may be overtaken by Jiaoren soon.

There is no way out, and there is nowhere to escape.

It all depends on who can kill whom!

"Squeak!"

How to know.

Just when Fang Xiu started cultivating wholeheartedly, a gap suddenly opened in a side door of the Bone Hall.

A dull-looking guy, obviously smaller than a normal guy, got out of it.

As if afraid that Fang Xiu might break in, the side door slammed shut again in the next moment.

Xiao Jiaoren was unaware of it. He walked to the main door first, pulled out the Black Hidden Sword inserted in the crack of the door, and held it in his hand for a while.

Then he dragged the Black Hidden Sword with one hand and slid on the ground, walking towards Fang Xiu.

There is a thin black line behind him, connected to the bone palace, getting longer and longer.

Tear, tear, tear.

The author walked to the edge of the ten-mile area, looked up at Fang Xiu, then dragged his sword and carved on the bones covering the ground.

Fang Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the stranger's strange behavior.

Then he saw a line of crooked words on the bones:

What year is it today?

"..."

Fang Xiu almost sang out loud, but after thinking about it, he replied firmly: "Eleven thousand three hundred and twenty-three years since the beginning of time!"

This is what is written in the "Introductory Manual for the 8753rd Class Trainee Disciples of Xuantian Haozong".

"hiss?"

The person was startled and seemed very puzzled.

After being silent for a long time, it stood up again, walked to another open space, and carved another line of small words:

Is this Fang Xian Shou?

"Xian Shou?"

Fang Xiu blinked, not quite understanding the meaning of handing over someone.

"hiss?"

The author looked at Fang Xiu and wrote two more words: Star Lord?

Fang Xiu shook his head.

The author can only write: Cave Master?

Fang Xiu shook his head again.

"hiss!"

The payer was startled, the huge fish's head was slightly tilted, and he looked Fang Xiu up and down.

"You despise me?"

Although Fang Xiu didn't quite understand how to identify Yutou's expression, he just had a feeling.

The fish seemed to look down on him.

Similar to.

That's it?

You don’t know this?

The level is too low!

What a mess!

"Li Feiyu, one of the seven holy places of cultivation in the Shenxiao Continent and one of the ten inner disciples of the Xuantian Hao Sect!"

Fang Xiu cleared his throat and revealed his identity.

I don't mean to be pretentious, I just don't want to be looked down upon by a fish.

"hiss!"

The stranger didn't scream, he just took a breath of air.

He seemed really shocked.

It quickly ran to the new open space, raised the Black Hidden Sword, and wanted to write something on the ground, but after hesitating and thinking for a long time, it only managed to write down one and a half words.

Zong?

"Is it very backward?"

Fang Xiu frowned.

Although the author only wrote one word.

But Fang Xiu was able to decipher the meaning behind it based on the look and movements of the person he met.

It's equivalent to already having communism, but when I look back, I find that the society next door is still in the embryonic stage of a matriarchal clan!

The author didn't nod because the fish didn't have a neck.

But it just stood there, which was equivalent to acquiescence.

Fang Xiu rubbed his hands and was not polite.
To be continued...