I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

All over the mountains and plains were disciples from various sects, as if they were rummaging for something, wishing they could dig three feet into the ground.

These people are also used to watching their faces. When they meet disciples from sects who are more powerful than their own sect, they will politely smile and retreat when they search for other sects.

And when facing a loner like Fang Qinghong, she would be vicious, yelling and warning him to leave quickly, otherwise he would look good on him.

Fang Qinghong turned a deaf ear to it, bent down, and grabbed a lump of blood mud from the ground.

As soon as the thing touched his hand, it firmly grasped his palm, and when he pulled it out, it still had a strange stickiness.

And the side that was tightly attached to his skin seemed to have countless small mouths, sucking and sucking his skin, looking completely salivating.

Fang Qinghong caught a faint wave of spiritual consciousness, and it could only be discovered when the blood slime was extremely excited and exposed his greed.

- Delicious flesh and blood, I want to eat him, I want to eat him!

The consciousness dominated by instinctive killing and appetite is filled with such simple and low-level physiological appeals, so it can be seen that it is still only at the stage of a beast.

Without understanding temperance and rationality, a higher level of wisdom has not yet been born.

Fang Qinghong raised his eyes and looked around, there were these things all over the mountains and plains.

"...Hey, I'm talking to you, did you hear me?"

He withdrew his gaze, separated a ray of consciousness, and penetrated into the blood mud through his tightly bound hands.But before he could move, Lingtai felt a needle-like pain.

Immediately afterwards, there was a huge force inside the blood mud, and his consciousness was ejected.

Fang Qinghong stared at the wriggling thing in surprise.

"Brat, have you lost all five senses? I'll let you go away!"

Blood slime is similar to low-level monsters. Except for the relatively strong talent evolved in terms of appetite, the other things are basically mediocre, and it is impossible to cause him any harm.

So it is definitely not that it has this ability to drive out its own consciousness, but someone else.

If so, there must be a master behind it.

So, what purpose does the owner want to use it to achieve?Who is this master?

The answer is obvious.

Who could be the king and hegemon in Lingyun Mountain and command the crowd of ghosts and evil spirits?

It is the eye of the ghost king.

The awakened ghost king has been monitoring every move of everyone on the mountain.

A strong wind came suddenly, Fang Qinghong tilted his head slightly, avoiding the stabbing sharp claws and sharp blades, and finally shifted his gaze to the little pitiful who was scratching at him with his fangs and claws but no answer for a long time.

Looking at the other party's distraught face, he asked suspiciously, "What's the matter? Can I find something for you, Fellow Daoist?"

The little pitiful was so angry that one Buddha was born and the other ascended to heaven. With a flip of his wrist, he grabbed the artery between Fang Qinghong's neck.

With his hands behind his back and his toes on his back, the young man flew two meters lightly backwards, with an innocent expression on his face: "Speak up if you have something to say, and fight and kill as soon as you come up."

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Little pitiful gritted her teeth, stopped in her tracks, raised her hand and made a move backwards: "Come on, juniors, if you don't give this guy some flair today, how can I, Jinpeng Sect, have any face!"

Jinpengmen...

Fang Qinghong glanced at the clothes of these people, and they looked familiar.

Isn't this the small sect for his old enemies in the East China Sea, the Three Sects of the East Territory, and Tai Weiyuan who had been pawns.It seems that he was brought here again to be used as cannon fodder.

A group of six or seven people from the Jinpeng Sect all attacked Fang Qinghong.Their cultivation bases are all between brothers, similar to the Nascent Soul Realm presented by Fang Qinghong, and for the small sect, they are considered to be the best of the best.

And the monk who yelled at Qinghong before also showed a triumphant smile: "You—"

The conversation stopped abruptly.

Only a few crisp sounds were heard, and the housekeeping artifacts in the hands of the members of Jinpeng Sect——iron paintings and silver hooks shattered one after another.Several people stood there in a daze, looking at themselves who had turned back to being unarmed, unable to react for a while.

Just when they threw the mouse and realized that they had kicked the iron plate and stood still, the young man smiled slightly: "Let's go, survival is more important than anything else."

After finishing speaking, he tore off the thing in his hand and threw it back on the ground.The bloody mud melted into the surface with a "poof", and bounced up and down a few times with the help of the falling force, and then slid down the slope like flowing water.

After the Jinpengmen arrived here, they didn't pay attention to their feet. Now that they saw the blood mud reacting like a living thing, they finally realized something was wrong. They looked at their feet and looked at each other, puzzled.

But seeing Fang Qinghong passed them and continued to climb to the top of the mountain, the monk who spoke earlier could not help but stop him: "Hey, what do you mean by that?"

"It's not interesting." The young man stopped in his tracks, turned his face away, and said with a smile in his eyes, "The wood spirits have feelings, and the dodder can still survive by clinging to the big tree, but people are different."

He turned his head and walked again: "The way of human beings is to sacrifice what is insufficient and give what is more. It is better for you to live for yourself than for others."

The dim light and the foul smell made the passage of time seem to be very slow. Fang Qinghong raised his head and saw several forces standing in the air in the distance.

They faced each other in silence, no one moved, they only sent the small and medium sects attached to them to run errands all over the mountains and plains.

Without harming a soldier or a general, they will retain all their strength and use it on what they think is the blade.

And the small forces that were summoned like Jinpengmen are just traffickers and pawns, and death is not a pity.In a world where natural selection of the strong is king, no one will take pity on everything you have shown, whether you have bet your fate.

Every day in the Upper Cultivation Realm, countless sects will be annihilated, and countless sects will rise again. The existence eliminated by time is destined not to be remembered.

The first thing Fang Qinghong saw was the Kunlun Palace - after all, they occupied the most prominent position.Needless to say, Liu Menghan, the leader, they only met each other a few days ago.

Only this time, she was fully armed, with a silver soft armor that he had never seen her wear on the outside of the fluttering dress, and her long black hair was tied up high, making her look particularly heroic.

And the position directly opposite Fang Qinghong is the Yin Yang Hehuan Sect who came from the southern border.

Their side is like a pile of makeup, a group of beauties in pink and pink, with autumn-like eyes like golden steps swaying on their heads, shaking the hearts of all the men around them.

Also surrounded by the stars and the moon, the one who is hailed as the successor of the next suzerain in the middle is Gu Peiyuan.

The mountains are the eyebrows, the water is the eyes, and there is always an ambiguous expression that seems to be a smile but not a smile on a shrewd and charming face like a fox.

Sleeping phoenix eyes are half-closed, like the tiredness of Chunshui, and a little red tear mole under the eyes, endowing this face with a vivid mood.

Her limbs are slender, her figure is tall, and the Acacia Sect's pitifully scant clothing covers her curvy soft jade body—she looks much plumper than Liu Menghan, and she is more plump than the dignified and well-reasoned Young Palace Master. The charm of a woman.

From Gu Peiyuan's body, one can see the most materialistic imagination of the men in the world of mortals.

At this time, Li Wansheng was still alive and well, standing casually behind her senior sister, her eyes flicked around, and she didn't have the slightest interest in the lively compliments on Gu Peiyuan in front of her.

The two sides confronted each other, and the atmosphere was tense and silent.

Fang Qinghong's eyes wandered around, moved quietly, and merged into the casual cultivator alliance that looked like a group of stragglers, a grass-roots team assembled impromptuly.

Except for the leader sect here, no one else can get in the way, just listen to the Kunlun Palace and the Hehuan Sect, who are talking about you and me.Tai Weiyuan didn't know why he hadn't come yet, so they were left to fight.

From the conversation between the two parties, Fang Qinghong learned that they were looking for the legendary infinite ghost city.And the ghost king's secret treasury that everyone has been thinking about is also placed in the infinite ghost city.

There is very little information about the ghost king left in the world. No one even knows whether he is a man or a woman. We only know that he is a surly master who suddenly appeared in Lingyun Mountain about 3000 years ago.

He didn't like to be disturbed, so he sealed the entrance of the ghost town where he lived.

It is difficult for outsiders to enter.

Before the entrance was found, the two sides could only fight with each other to relieve boredom.

But as they talked, the topic inevitably turned to Fang Qinghong.

It has been three days since Fang Qinghong broke through the siege and escaped, and the news had already reached here.

Gu Peiyuan and Liu Menghan, a pair of old enemies, often use this to run people, and the latter's face is calm, unable to distinguish between happiness and anger, and it is really hard to understand her attitude.

Everyone in the world said that Fang Qinghong was crazy about killing, not only slaughtered the ancestor of the loose cultivator of Kunlun Palace, but also shot him to death with his left and right hands, which were highly valued by the suzerain, under the eyes of everyone.

Enmity is like a snowball, and now it is getting bigger and bigger.

More people are secretly paying attention to another matter - Tao Huajian's coming out of the mountain this time may not only be for saving people.

Perhaps, like them, they came for the ghost king's secret treasure.

Otherwise, if he doesn't save him sooner or later, he must choose this time?

When it came to Fang Qinghong, the king of topics for 500 years, the casual cultivators who were originally as quiet as a chicken and dared not show their air couldn't hold back anymore, and began to whisper to the people around them.

"You said...could he have come?"

"It's possible. Anyway, the mountain is full of people now, and they come and go from north to south. They don't want to know each other well. We can't recognize him if he sneaks around in disguise."

"Not good, just in case let him find the entrance first...!"

"Hey, what are you worried about? Fairy Liu and Fairy Gu are here. He's just a rat crossing the street, and he's going up against the leaders of the Southwest and Southwest. It's like a cockroach shaking a big tree. He's overwhelmed."

"The world today is no longer the time when he called the wind and called the rain!"

Fang Qinghong who was standing behind them:?

He tilted his head and rolled his eyes, since you say so, then I'll really mess with it.