As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

"It seems that this is a powerful man from the Holy Pill Sect who is sitting here!"

Knowing that the white-haired old man was a corpse, Fang Han stepped forward without any scruples and began to look at the corpse of the white-haired old man who was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

"What a poor guy! Why don't you even have a storage bag with you?"

Fang Han used a long sword, a medium-grade magic weapon, and pointed it straight at the white-haired old man's body. After searching his whole body, nothing was found. Fang Han couldn't help but cursed secretly.

"Hey, he seems to be holding a token in his hand?"

Just when Fang Han was disappointed, he accidentally caught a glimpse of what looked like a token in the hand of the white-haired old man.

Fang Han spread his right palm without saying a word, and shot it towards the white-haired old man's hand holding the token from the air. Under the object expulsion technique, the object in the white-haired old man's hand flew out of his hand and slowly fell into Fang Han's hand. Palm.

"Crossing the... line?"

After getting the black token, Fang Han began to observe it carefully and found that the ancient characters were inscribed on the front. Fang Han could only barely recognize two of them.

"Could it be?"

"This spiritual tablet is a token that opens an ancient teleportation array!"

Fang Han had seen some jade slips containing ancient secrets in the sect's classics. Only when he saw the word "black token" did Fang Han associate it with the ancient teleportation array.

Putting away the token, Fang Han continued to walk forward. Another incense time passed, and an object that seemed to be an altar with an ancient aura appeared in front of Fang Han.

His consciousness scanned the altar carefully, and after finding nothing unusual, Fang Han stepped onto the altar.

"Hey, why is there still a token in the groove of this altar?"

Fang Han looked at his feet and saw another white token on the altar, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

After another expulsion spell, Fang Han took the white token inlaid on the altar into his hand.

"Qixia!"

"This...is a token that allows you to enter the Qixia Secret Realm at any time!"

As soon as he got the white token, a piece of information came into Fang Han's mind, and Fang Han was a little shocked for a moment.

"Hahaha, with this token, this Qixia Secret Realm is not our Fang Han's back garden."

After a few breaths, Fang Han had digested all the contents of the white token and couldn't help but laugh.

Fang Han learned from this that not only can this white token enter the Qixia Secret Realm at any time, but as long as you carry this token, no matter what your cultivation level is, you will not be suppressed by the rules of the secret realm.

After being excited for a while, Fang Han quickly recovered and carefully placed the Qixia token together with the black token. Then Fang Han began to carefully study the building under his feet that looked like an altar.

"If it's not what I expected, this is an ancient teleportation array!"

"The key to unlocking the teleportation array should be the two tokens in my storage bag!"

After half an hour of research, Fang Han came to this conclusion with a solemn expression.

Fang Han thought about activating the ancient teleportation array to see where it could be teleported, but his reason suppressed this dangerous idea in his mind.

"What if this is a one-way teleportation, or there's a dangerous Jedi on the other side."

"Let's use this ancient teleportation array as a retreat when there is no way out!"

After taking a look at the grooves surrounding the altar, Fang Han still suppressed the urge to find out what was going on in his heart, walked down from the altar, and Fang Han's figure disappeared out of thin air.

In the Xuling Cave, after a burst of space fluctuations, Fang Han appeared in the attic courtyard.

"There is still one month left before the end of the Qixia Secret Realm. I have gained enough from this trip to the Qixia Secret Realm. There is no need to go out and continue to compete with the disciples of the four sects for the spiritual herbs and elixirs."

"Now I should perfect my Qi refining and polish it, so that I can be fully prepared to break through the Heavenly Dao and build the foundation after leaving Qixia Secret Realm!"

After saying this, Fang Han walked into the attic and into the training room, sat down cross-legged, and began to refine the spiritual power in his body over and over again.

Every time after refining the spiritual power in his body, Fang Han could clearly feel that the spiritual power in his body became a little more pure.

Outside the Qixia Secret Territory, the four golden elixir sects all looked intently at the Seven Color Portal. Although they could not see the scene inside, after all, it was related to the interests of their own sects and themselves, so the four golden elixir sects were so concerned about it.

Suddenly, the four golden elixirs all looked towards the distant sky. Ten breaths later, they saw a spiritual boat magic weapon in the distant sky, flying towards the Qixia Secret Realm at high speed.

"Master Nephew Li Shanghao, hello to Master Ghost!"

In the blink of an eye, the flying boat flew to the basin where the Qixia Secret Realm was located. On the flying boat, there was a foundation-building monk wearing the robe of the deacon of the Yin Demon Sect. He jumped from the flying boat and came to Gui Yazi and saluted him.

"Huh? Junior, what is your purpose here?"

Gui Yazi nodded lightly to Li Shanghao, and then asked him doubtfully.

"Uncle Ghost Master, please take a step to speak!"

Li Shanghao glanced at Feng Lingxuan and the other three sects' golden elixirs with obscure eyes, and then used his spiritual consciousness to transmit his voice and respectfully explained to Gui Yazi.

"I have already set up a soundproof barrier here. Now if you have anything to say, just say it!"

I saw that Gui Yazi waved around the two of them casually, and in an instant, Gui Yazi and the two were enveloped by a wave-like spirit shield.

Li Shanghao saw Guiyazi cast a sound barrier, and then he respectfully said:

"Uncle Ghost Master, the great elder's disciple Qi Rong died in the Qixia Secret Territory. The sect leader asked his nephew to hand over this traceability bead to you."

"Let you use this traceability bead to find the murderer of the great elder's disciple and kill him on the spot."

After Li Shanghao finished speaking, he took out the traceability bead from his storage bag and respectfully handed it to Gui Yazi, who didn't know what he was thinking.

"Well, I know it!"

Gui Yazi had no expression on his face. He stretched out his dry palm and took the traceability bead from Li Shanghao's hand. After putting it into the storage bag, he removed the soundproof barrier.

After the handover, Li Shanghao closed the door and had no intention of leaving. Instead, he retreated behind Gui Yazi, intending to have a go at it to see who was so bold as to kill Qi Rong.

Seeing Gui Yazi remove the soundproof barrier, Feng Lingxuan and the other three sects' golden elixirs looked meaningfully at Gui Yazi and Li Shanghao behind Gui Yazi, and then turned their attention to the colorful portal.

Time flies, and Fang Han has been in seclusion in the Xuling Cave Tianzong for two and a half years. During these two years, he has polished the spiritual power in his body to the extreme.

It can be said that everything is ready and just waiting to build the foundation. Suddenly, Fang Han, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, two rays of light flashed in his eyes.

"Unknowingly, I have been in seclusion for such a long time. Now that I am out of seclusion, I can start preparing to build the foundation!"

"After these two and a half years, I have compressed the spiritual power in my body to the extreme and polished it to perfection."

"Now that my foundation is extremely solid, the probability of breaking through the Heavenly Dao Foundation can be said to have increased by several percent!"

Fang Han chuckled, very satisfied with the results of his two and a half years of seclusion.