Chapter 197 Farewell, Xuanyu Blessed Land

Underground dark room.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating the shadows of Zhang Ye and Zhang Le, swaying wildly on the wall like fallen leaves.

In Zhang Le's sea of ​​consciousness, Zhang Chi Mo Nian put his hands behind his back, smiled calmly, and said silently:

"You fool really have 70% of my style. No matter how many tricks I use, it is difficult to find an opportunity."

"But now, I am still one step ahead!"

"Hehe, you may not know that Fang Yang is far better than his ancestor Fang Nian, so I will continue the battle between Fang and Zhang."

Zhang Chi Mo Nian thought he was confident and everything was under his control.

However, he forgot that the status of hunter and prey can be exchanged with the passage of time.

The pearl shone with bright white light, illuminating the dark room.

Zhang Ye looked sideways at the handsome face of his cousin Zhang Le. He sighed in his heart and felt a little regretful.

Today's situation was designed by him.

Regardless of success or failure, my cousin is afraid that he will die.

Not long after, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in the field, and Zhang Le closed his eyes and fell asleep on the stone bed.

This gust of cold wind rose out of thin air and rushed straight to Zhang Ye's body.

Zhang Ye's body trembled suddenly, and he fell asleep, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Two hours later.

Zhang Ye slowly opened his eyes, with a clear light in his eyes.

"Grandfather?"

Zhang Ye had a blank expression: "The dead should die thoroughly."

It turned out that it was Zhang Chi's evil thoughts that appeared before, trying to take over Zhang Ye's body.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ye was well prepared, and took advantage of the situation to successfully defeat Zhang Chi's evil thoughts and devour Zhang Chi's evil thoughts.

He ascended to heaven in one step and learned a lot of mysterious secrets, just like a saint resurrected, and can really be called a young saint.

At this moment, Zhang Ye stood up and looked at his cousin Zhang Le, only to find that his cousin had already disappeared. He was killed by the so-called ancestor.

A moment later, a ball of fire was born in his hand, and it rushed forward and burned fiercely under his pull.

In the firelight, his face looked so resolute and cold.

"The battle between Fang and Zhang is not over yet!"

...

Three days later.

The night sky of Xuanyu Blessed Land was full of silver light, like gauze and mist, spreading over the vast ground.

And now the ground was full of people.

Among them was Fang Yang.

The end of the Sainthood Conference also meant that the journey to Xuanyu Blessed Land was about to end.

In other words, the battle of Xuanyu will also come to a complete end, and the sons of the major golden families can also return to their clans!

At this moment, Fang Yang looked up and looked into the night sky.

I saw a dreamy crane figure emerging in the sky.

Hula La... The crane flapped its wings, and in an instant, a vast divine light suddenly appeared, squeezing the heaven and earth.

Such a mighty force caused the bright moon in the blessed land to sway, as if it was about to fall, which was shocking.

Finally, the vast divine light connected with each other, forming a giant rainbow bridge connecting to the outside world.

"What a tremendous power this is."

"The saint is extraordinary and has great magical powers. After today's farewell, I don't know if I can still see the monarch."

"Farewell to Xuanyu blessed land, goodbye to the battle of Xuanyu, I will never forget this experience in this life..."

Some people trembled, some were heavy-hearted, and some looked sad.

At this moment, the lives of all living beings were staged in the army.

Chen Yingying's fair face was mostly in a trance.

Lin Tianxue's eyes were dim, full of reluctance.

Dongfang Mo Ran looked up, his heart surging.

As for the saints such as Chen Kui, Jiang Zunjian and Dongfang Mo Bai, they saw Sen Yue's great handwriting, and their faces were all solemn.

Compared to the ordinary practitioners who only know that Sen Yue is powerful, they know how powerful Sen Yue is.

"If you don't practice, you will see me like a frog in a well looking at the moon in the sky. If you practice, you will see me like an ant looking at the blue sky."

The night wind is blowing and the stars are shining.

Groups of people stepped onto the rainbow bridge under the urging, leaving Xuanyu Fudi and rushing to the real world.

And Fang Yang retracted his gaze and no longer looked at the pure white crane Dharma image.

At this moment, he was standing on the ancient bronze chariot, and he also followed the crowd and left together.

With a crash, it was like smashing a water mirror, which made people feel trance.

When Fang Yang woke up, he found that he was already under a huge thunder and rain.

This thunder and rain, violently fell, and every drop of rain gathered a strong electric current.

If an ordinary cultivator was touched by it, he would definitely end up in pieces and ashes.

Fortunately, Chen Kui, Jiang Zunjian, Dongfang Mobai and other saintly cultivators all used their magical powers to shield one side and protect everyone.

"Sir, please go to the southeast." Just as Fang Yang was measuring, the Taoist child Mingxin appeared.

Just as he did before, the Taoist child Mingxin led Fang Yang to the core of the army.

Fang Yang was surprised to find that the throne that Sen Yue once sat on was now occupied by Sen Wei.

Sen Wei's smooth black hair was tied high with a crown, holding a blue seal, with a Qingying sword on her waist, and her grace was peerless, looking down on the heroes.

She was wearing a dragon robe, her eyes were shocking, as if she was carrying great luck, and she actually had the aura of an emperor.

Compared with her previous cold temperament, she had a bit more domineering temperament.

Seeing her like this, Fang Yang was surprised and immediately recalled the scene at the opening ceremony.

"Brother becomes sister, it turns out that you really have the throne to inherit."

"Gathering the power of a domain into one body, no wonder you make your peers feel despair."

Fang Yang lowered his eyes, his thoughts running fast in his mind.

Indistinctly, he found that there was a purple-gold mysterious energy gathering on Senwei.

Whenever Senwei issued an order and led everyone forward, the gathered purple-gold mysterious energy became more and more dense.

He had some enlightenment and suspected that this was the main reason why Senwei was far ahead of her peers.

Gradually, he put away his thoughts and stopped looking at Senwei.

However, he recalled his White Feather Eagle Bronze Tribe.

Since Senyue can give him a fortune-making object, then for his sister Senwei, Senyue must be able to give more!

In other words, if he had always been in the Xuan Realm and practiced step by step, I am afraid that he would never be able to surpass Senwei in this life.

If he followed the rules, it would be even more impossible for him to say that he surpassed Senyue.

"Ayang."

Sen Hui smiled: "What are you thinking about?"

Hearing this, Fang Yang smiled: "I was thinking, if we return to the clan, can we still meet every day?"

"Ah?" Sen Hui's pretty face turned pale, and her hands were entangled together, looking a little tangled.

The Changkong clan's territory covers a vast area, and the surnames and branches are far apart.

If it weren't for the battle of Xuan Yu, Fang Yang would probably not have met Sen Hui, Sen Wei and others.

At least, in his first fifteen years of school experience, he rarely met people with the surname Sen.

In short, there are four major names in the school, A, B, C, and D, and each name has a different number.

You can imagine how big a group of people this is.

However, generally speaking, people from the Golden Family will not leave the clan.

Because the cultivation environment in the outside environment is far inferior to that of the clan.

"Don't worry, I will find you immediately after I finish my chores." Fang Yang gently held Sen Hui's soft hand and made a promise.

Instantly, Sen Hui smiled, her face as beautiful as a flower: "Yeah."

Fang Yang would of course go to Sen Hui.

He had been looking forward to the unique Sutra Pavilion of the Sen family for a long time.

This Sen family is truly the main branch of the Changkong clan.

The Taoist books and scriptures in the Sen family Sutra Pavilion are far from comparable to the school Sutra Pavilion and the Fang family Sutra Pavilion.

Even if he can't get involved in depth, it is still a good opportunity, especially for a cultivator like him who lives in the [Mysterious Realm]!

Not long after.

Fang Yang let go, picked up various jade slips, and studied them attentively.

At this moment, he was reading Chang Ruhui's slave experience book in his spare time.

He could feel that because of the enhancement of his soul foundation, he had a stronger control over sorting out various vitality and how to fit the power of heaven and earth.

In other words, he became more talented in the art of formation.

Now, he could sense that he was about to master the first-level formation mentioned in the classics, which meant that he was about to become a first-level formation master.