I run a cram school in the realm of self-cultivation

The seventeen or eighteen people behind Zhang Feiyang were not in a good state of mind, and their originally clean and tidy clothes were covered with dust.Their eyes fell on Zhang Feiyang with obvious panic.

Zhang Feiyang didn't realize it. When he saw Fang He, Zheng Er and Chen Yu still standing in place, a flash of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes. He stopped and stood about ten meters away from the three of them. Standing still, his eyes were firmly locked on Fang He's body, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was as gentle as before.

He looked Fang He up and down, shook his head with a slightly bitter expression, and said in a low voice: "I didn't expect fellow daoists to be so famous but have such profound attainments in formations. No one in the team will die."

Speaking of this, Zhang Feiyang paused, and sighed: "Now it seems that the Buddha is not omnipotent."

As soon as Zhang Feiyang's words fell, Fang He could keenly feel that the monks following him were looking at him, with a bit of unkind expression on their faces.

If it was the little monk in front of them, their friends would not have died under that boulder!He clearly has the ability to bring everyone here intact!

They couldn't beat Zhang Feiyang, so couldn't they beat a small third-rate sect disciple?If there is really nothing to do, that is a big joke!

Behind Zhang Feiyang, the eyes of a young monk standing in front were slightly red. He will never forget the tragic scene of his brother dying in front of him.He raised the sword in his hand, and pointed the sharp point directly at Fang He, and the sharp sword momentum was instantly brewing infinitely:

"Zhang Tianjiao, why are you talking so much to him? Why don't you just let him die here and let him experience what it's like to die!"

Fang He's eyes flicked over the young monk, and finally fell on Zhang Feiyang.He clasped his hands together, and the golden robe all over his body looked extraordinarily dazzling.He stood there, the strong wind blew his robes, and the sound of hunting echoed between the sky and the earth.

Fang He had a look of compassion on his face. He glanced at the brown land from a distance. The dark red blood gradually merged with the soil. He was silent for a while, and finally shook his head and said:

"Amitabha, the world pays attention to the law of karma, and the poor monk's ability is not qualified to bear the sins and karma for others without participating."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was stunned.They can't get around, aren't they talking about dying, why is cause and effect involved.

Even Zhang Feiyang couldn't help laughing, what kind of karma and fate, people who cultivate the truth have never paid attention to these things, all of this is Fang He's nonsense.

He was about to speak when he saw Fang He applying to look at him seriously, with scrutiny in his eyes.Zhang Feiyang looked at him, only to feel his heart beating violently.He frowned slightly, feeling a sense of discomfort in his chest.

In front of Fang He, everything about him has nowhere to hide.

Fang He's voice was ethereal and reverberated, and he asked Zhang Feiyang, "Does Master Zhang not believe it?"

Who would believe this!

Not only Zhang Feiyang, but the [-] or [-] disciples present, including Chen Yu and Zheng Er, all looked suspicious.

Zhang Feiyang sneered and said: "If there is cause and effect in the world, then cause and effect are used to cut off. As long as you are stronger, you will not be afraid of heinous crimes." When he said this, Zhang Feiyang's smile was full of Confident, he raised his chin and signaled the young monk with his eyes to take back the sword in his hand.

The monk hesitated for a while, and finally took the sword back.

Zhang Feiyang smiled with satisfaction.Look, this is the deterrent of strength.No matter how angry, arrogant or hateful the people behind him are, they will choose to succumb to their true strength.

And everything he is doing now is for inheritance.

Zhang Feiyang glanced past Fang He, and looked straight ahead. A strong sword edge and blade light flashed around, and even the surrounding air was filled with a sharp breath.He glanced slightly to the right, and his eyes fell on Chen Yu who was standing silently at the side. He raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Chen Daoyou also wants to give up this inheritance. If so, then I will go first."

In his opinion, this road of swords is really too easy to walk.His gaze flicked upwards, falling on the gray sky.

If the land does not work, he will go to the sky.

Zhang Feiyang slightly opened the fan that he had been holding tightly in his hand, and the fan was fully displayed in front of everyone.A few flower petals appeared on the originally blank fan.Looking from a distance, the delicate and beautiful petals are like drops of blood that are about to drip, crumbling.

The fan was thrown in the air, and then became several times larger.The white fan drooped slightly and landed on the ground, setting off a gust of wind.Zhang Feiyang took a step and stood on the snow-white fan.

The fan raised slightly, slowly floated up, and floated in mid-air.Zhang Feiyang looked down at Fang He from top to bottom, smiled slightly at him and said:

"I never believe in cause and effect, nor do I believe in heaven and earth. Master Shiling should stop preaching to me. For me, winning the inheritance is much more important than listening to Master Shiling." After finishing these words, He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Stonehenge.

At Stonehenge, a large sea of ​​people surged in their direction.Yu Wulian and Meng Jiaoyang's team rushed to Stonehenge extremely quickly.Accompanied by the dull rolling sound of boulders, one after another human figures were crushed into mud, and the smell of blood in the air became even stronger.

Zhang Feiyang smiled disdainfully. These people are very dignified on the surface, but in fact they are still the same as him, using their lives as stepping stones.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feiyang put all his spiritual power on the fan.The pure white fan emits a dazzling light, driving away the darkness between heaven and earth.The fan started to move, moving forward with overwhelming momentum:

"Cause and effect, I want to see what this karma can do to me!"

When he said this, there was a bit of confidence in his brows, and he had the domineering arrogance that he didn't take this world seriously.

Outside the image, the Sect Master of the Sword Sect burst out laughing, his gaze fell on the Sect Master of the Miscellaneous Sect, and there was a bit of admiration in his tone:

"Zhang Tianjiao of the noble sect really has courage and confidence. This kind of domineering is quite suitable for our Jianzong."

The suzerain of the miscellaneous sect has a gloomy personality. He usually sits in a corner and doesn't speak much.Seeing that the underground disciple was suddenly mentioned by the disciple of Jianzong, he twitched the corner of his mouth, and said to the master of Jianzong with a fake smile:

"Feiyang has always been the most outstanding disciple of our sect, whether it's cultivation, strategy, or courage."

When he said this, the lord of the miscellaneous sect glanced at the lords around him, and his voice was light and light, meaning something.In their sect, they have always relied on their strength to make a living, and never cared about their reputation.

After all, the strength of a first-class sect like Miscellaneous Sect is in front of everyone, even if the reputation is not good, there are still many people who want to join.

The master of the miscellaneous sect snorted coldly, his eyes fell on the image, and his eyes swept over Fang He emphatically. In his opinion, people like Fang He, who vaguely use the world as a shield, have always been the most stupid of.

Fang He raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on Zhang Feiyang's fan. At this moment, Zhang Feiyang's fan had already flew forward quickly.At this moment, Fang He spoke slowly.

His gaze was firm, and his voice resounded loudly in the world.Everyone could clearly hear what he said in the painting:

"Zhang Feiyang, a disciple of Miscellaneous Sect, because he plundered and killed too many monks and disturbed the way of heaven, he committed a serious crime. This time, he will fall from a high altitude and fall into this road on the road of swords."

Fang He spoke so firmly that Zheng Er couldn't help being stunned.He scratched his hair, and Qingsheng turned to Chen Yu who was beside him and said, "Do you think what Zhen Ling just said is true?"

"Is this Feiyang really going to fall from mid-air?"

Although he was on the side of "Shi Ling", he saw that the fan under Zhang Feiyang's feet was flying steadily, how could it suddenly fall from mid-air!

Those around me apparently thought so too.The young monk from before snickered softly, raised his eyes and looked in this direction with disdain, and said in a cold voice:

"You can't even see this? I think your Master Shi Ling can't say anything at all, and can only curse us Zhang Tianjiao with such vicious words."

"It's a pity. We, Zhang Tianjiao, also said before that powerful people are not afraid of any conspiracy at all. The content of these words is destined to be impossible!"

The young disciple looked far away, and his eyes fell on Zhang Tianjiao in the distance.The fan controlled by Zhang Tianjiao drove forward steadily, even though the sword and saber aura below were flying, they still couldn't help him.

What Fang He said just now can only be a joke.

As time passed, Zhang Feiyang's figure was about to leave the road of swords, and a smile flashed on his face.His brows and eyes were raised slightly, and his eyes fell on the front. Before he could see the road ahead, he felt the saber and sword aura below surge up like crazy, and flew towards Zhang Feiyang.

Zhang Feiyang's figure staggered in the air, and then quickly stabilized his figure.But it was this moment that made the hearts of the people around him jump up quickly.

They did not expect that such an accident would happen just when Zhang Feiyang was about to reach the other side of the road.Some people withdrew their gazes, glanced sideways, and landed on Fang He.

Fang He closed his eyes slightly, and tapped the brown Buddhist beads lightly between him, as if he couldn't bear to see what happened next, he murmured in a low voice: "Amituofo."

When the last sound disappeared into the sky, the sword energy and saber energy seemed to have received some signal, they were completely concentrated together, and they went upward quickly, hitting the fan layer by layer.

A ray of precious light rose from the fan, and the melting light smudged the dark world.Zhang Feiyang frowned slightly, and he mobilized all the spiritual power in his body to speed up the speed of the fan a lot.

He has a close connection with the fan, and he can clearly feel that the fan under his feet won't last long.The petals reflected on the fan surface all melted at this moment, turning into little drops of blood, dripping down mercilessly.

This drop of blood is extremely corrosive.When it landed on the sword and saber aura, half of the entire sword and saber aura disappeared in that instant.

At this moment, Zhang Feiyang was not far from the exit of this road.

The young monk clenched the sword in his hand, his eyes were focused on Zhang Feiyang's back, his teeth were clenched tightly, and he didn't make any sound.

One more step forward, just one more step, Zhang Feiyang will be able to pass the second level.

However, at this moment, Fang He sighed softly.His eyes were still tightly closed, as if he had expected something, he shook his head slightly, and said, "It's a pity, it's a failure."

As soon as Fang He's words fell, Zhang Feiyang's figure trembled on the fan, and his figure fell from the air like this, and the layers of sword energy attacked him at this moment.

Just one step away!

Zhang Feiyang's eyes tightened. He circulated all the spiritual power in his body, and was about to use the power of the spiritual power to cross forward and leave this road of swords.

But the spirit of the sword wandering on this road is quite spiritual, as if it has sensed Zhang Feiyang's intentions, forming layers of sealed nets, rushing one step ahead of Zhang Feiyang, and densely covering in front of him.

Zhang Feiyang forcibly suppressed the spiritual power in his body, and looked at the web of swords in front of him with some horror.As he got closer, he could feel the thick breath of death lingering on the web of swords in front of him.

The master of this inheritance obviously condenses the Death Sword Intent and the Death Sword Intent.Zhang Feiyang was obviously a little scared. He couldn't imagine what would have happened if he hadn't restrained his figure in time just now.

He waited in mid-air for a while, letting the strong air of the sword cut his flesh frequently.But after a while, Zhang Feiyang frowned slightly. Although the aura of swords underneath couldn't help him, the aura of death covering the net of swords in front of him was eroding his meridians bit by bit.

If he stayed here for a while, the air of death would be firmly attached to his meridians, which would definitely be detrimental to his previous cultivation.

Zhang Feiyang stood unwillingly for a while, and finally had no choice but to go back the same way, his eyes fell on the cultivator behind him.

Whether it is the death sword qi or the death knife qi, what it fears most is the exuberant vitality of the monks.He alone is not enough, what about two or three people...

He didn't believe it, because he couldn't pass this level before Wucheng and them.

Watching Zhang Feiyang's figure return little by little, the young monk opened his mouth wide, and his eyes fell on Fang He, with a little fear.

This monk is simply a devil!

He could foreshadow all of Zhang Feiyang's actions, as if he had seen such a scene beforehand.

He couldn't help but move his steps, wanting to get further away from the other party.

Zhang Feiyang's footsteps returned to the ground again, and he was slightly embarrassed to come back without gaining anything.His eyes fell on Chen Yu, and he sneered softly, with a little sarcasm in his expression:

"Have you tried it before?"

"That's why he was able to predict my reaction so accurately." Zhang Feiyang pointed at Fang He with one hand and said.

This road is not very long, and he heard the monk's voice just now.Although at the beginning, his mind was indeed shaken, but he quickly reacted.

Chen Yu stayed there before, it is absolutely impossible that he did not try to go this way.Chen Yu told the monk his test results, so that the monk could accurately describe his every step of the reaction.

After all, he and Chen Yu had similar cultivation talents, so they could be compared clearly.

Chen Yu raised his eyebrows, he hugged the Buddha statue in his hand and shook his head and said, "Buddha witness, you came here before I had time to say this."

"It's just that it's not surprising." Chen Yuyi said as a matter of course, "Because Fellow Daoist Spirit, he is a Living Buddha, how could he not be able to predict your next move."

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Feiyang sneered.

Living Buddha, what Living Buddha?

This kind of trick can only fool Chen Yu, a mindless person like him.

It's just... A deep thought flashed across Zhang Feiyang's eyes.Since Chen Yu said that he didn't tell "Zhen Ling", he naturally didn't.

How did the monk in front of him predict everything in front of him so accurately!

Zhang Feiyang recovered his composure, and only now did he realize what he hadn't asked.His eyes fell on Fang He's body and asked: "What kind of cultivation do you Tianji Sect do?"

He subconsciously believed that Fang He was a formation master before, but now looking at Fang He's decoration, he looked like a Buddhist cultivator.It's just that the word "Tianji" doesn't seem to match the word "Buddha".

Fang He nodded towards Zhang Feiyang: "Our Tianji sect knows the world, knows the future, and enters the way of divination."

"Divination?" This word has not appeared once in the cultivation world for a long time, and for a while, people couldn't help being stunned.

"That's right, divination." Fang He gently drew a horizontal line on the ground with the branch in his hand and said, "The yin and yang of the heavens and the earth, the universe, and everything in the world, as long as there is a reason to follow and a reason to tie, it can be accurately predicted. come out."

"This is the karma that the poor monk just said." Fang He clasped his hands together, and the Buddhist beads in his hands fell down his wrists. His brown skin was really conspicuous on top of his snow-white skin.

Fang He raised his eyes, landed on Zhang Feiyang and said, "In this Shengling Secret Realm, although people cannot be truly killed, when people's shadows dissipate between the sky and the earth, they will indirectly affect some things."

Fang He has read some Buddhist scriptures, and he has a good grasp of things like karma.He made a high-level summary in the most concise language.

It was the first time that everyone present said this statement.The young monk took a step forward and asked Fang He, "You said that if you die in a secret realm, you will lose something. What is that?"

"Not sure." Fang He shook his head and said.

Fang He's eyes fell on the air, looking at the road of swords.In fact, if you die in a secret realm, what you lose is the luck of the monks.

When everyone dies, the luck in their body will be broken.And these worlds are used to nourish this secret realm.The stronger the luck collected in each round of secret realm, it means that countless people perish in this world.

It is likely that there are not many monks who have passed away like this and died in this secret place.

and……

This dead monk's talent is also extremely good.

It's just that Fang He didn't intend to say anything.After all, the word "luck" is extremely mysterious, and to Tianjiao, it is even more important.

Because this is related to their future cultivation path.

If they knew about it, the number of killings would increase again.

Fang He closed his eyes, and said softly: "Amitabha, the divination skills of the poor monk are nothing to the sect. These are the only things that can be divination now."

"But everyone present has been stained with blood. If the crime is not mitigated, the road ahead will be difficult to walk."

"What am I supposed to do? It turns out I'm half-baked." Zhang Feiyang chuckled lightly. He waved his sleeves, and the fan that had been floating in mid-air reappeared in his hand.It's just that the fan has obviously changed a lot this time.

The original good wood has scratches all over it now, even the brand new fan surface is already tattered and can't be seen, presumably the power on it must have weakened a lot.

Zhang Feiyang didn't care what Fang He said, but the people around him had to care.The performance of "Shen Ling" just now was amazing, as if every move and every attack of Zhang Feiyang was expected.

The young monk couldn't help but ask cheekily: "Then how can I alleviate the evil on my body?" He was a little awkward when he said the evil, and he was obviously not very comfortable with the word killing.

Those people are not dead, how can we use the word "kill evil"!

As soon as the young monk asked this, everyone's eyes fell on him, even Chen Yu and Zheng Er were no exception.

Fang He said softly: "There are ascetics in the Buddhist sect who bear the sins of those who have killed too much, and pay for the karma. The poor monk is not good at cultivation, and I am afraid that he will not be able to do it now."

"Why can't it be done!" The young monk was anxious, and he said quickly, "Hurry up, hurry up."

If "Shen Ling" said it frankly, everyone might be skeptical, but now that "Shen Ling" is hiding it, their hearts are more like being scratched by a cat, and they want to know the answer even more.

Fang He hesitated for a moment, as if he couldn't bear his persuasion, and said, "Just make a deal with the poor monk."

Young monk: "Deal?"

Fang He nodded, closed his eyes, and said with a calm and ascetic look on his face: "Yes, the transaction. After making a transaction with the poor monk, it means that there is a causal connection with the poor monk. In this way, the poor monk I will be able to bear this murder for everyone."

"After all, I have a part in it..."

The young monk was stunned: "But what is the deal?" He was carrying precious utensils with him when he went to the secret realm this time, and he was reluctant to take out any of them.

On the other hand, Zhang Feiyang couldn't get used to it, and said with a sneer, "If you want to make a deal, why hesitate, just be smart."

"After all, our Master Shen Ling dedicated all his things to the Buddha." Zhang Feiyang raised his eyebrows, his eyes fell on Fang He, and said provocatively:

"Right, Master Spirit."

He originally thought that the expression of "Zhen Ling" would be extremely unwilling, but he didn't want "Zhen Ling" to nod quickly and said: "Yes, that's right."

Zhang Feiyang was stunned, this was completely different from what he had imagined.He raised his eyes in surprise, and met Fang He's eyes, but he could see some gratitude in his eyes.

Zhang Feiyang:? ? ?

Fang He: This Tianjiao is really a good person.