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

Hearing these extremely ordinary and indifferent words, the hearts of everyone present couldn't help trembling.They resisted the urge to run away.

Their eyes couldn't help but fall on the leader of the stowaways at the peak of Thunder Cloud.Now, they're also an organized bunch.

The leader of the smugglers who were given high hopes by them did not flinch in the slightest.He flew straight down from the thundercloud and landed on the ground.When his footsteps touched the ground, an extremely violent force hit the ground.

A deep crack opened in the ground.This gap moved forward all the way, attacking those lifeless "walking corpses".However, what surprised her even more was that those "walking corpses" seemed to have personal consciousness, and moved two steps to the side, just right to hide out of the attack range.

They came out unscathed.What made the leader of the smugglers even more suspicious of his life was that he actually felt these "walking corpses" look at him extremely contemptuously.

When he turned around and took a closer look, he couldn't notice anything.

He snorted coldly, not at all afraid of these "walking corpses" slowly walking towards him step by step, his gaze fell on Fang He accurately, with a bloodthirsty smile on his face:

"If the monk's flesh and blood are sprinkled on this land, will a bodhi plant grow from it?"

After saying this, he slowly drew a big knife from behind him.The broadsword hadn't been wiped for a long time, and the surface of its blade was covered with blood stains, and even a few pieces of shapeless minced meat could be seen in the groove.

The stowaway was not so easy to deal with.

He didn't say hello at all, he rushed up directly, the sharp blade rushed towards his face, and in an instant, there was a faint saber aura formed on the tip of his blade.

A sword has a sword spirit, and a knife has a knife spirit.

As for the leader of the smugglers, what he is most proud of is the knife in his hand.

Wherever his sword points, he is invincible.

The saber energy spread out, like a layer of boundless blood floating in front of people, making people in a trance.The sea of ​​blood was struck by lightning, and waves of blood were raised, hitting everyone's faces.

People can clearly smell the smell of blood.They turned their heads slightly, and saw many corpses floating in the sea of ​​blood.

They are all familiar with the faces of these corpses, they are all people they are familiar with, dear relatives, dear friends, and dearest love.

Fear makes them wonder who they are, where they came from, and where they are going.

Under the influence of this sword energy, even the walking "walking corpses" slowed down, and their walking speed gradually stopped.

Fang He muttered inwardly, tapped his toes, and left the attack range of the saber energy. At the same time, he threw the spirit stone in his hand towards the opposite side without hesitation.

The spirit stones moved and distributed in the air, forming a regular pattern, completely covering the leader of the stowaways.

"Small tricks." The leader of the stowaway snorted softly, and the sword shadows attacked outwards densely. After the trembling of the sword shadows again and again, the spirit stone burst open and fell profusely at his feet.

The tip of his knife went straight through fragments of spirit stones, and the sharp edge pointed directly at Fang He. As the direction of his knife tip shifted, the monstrous sea of ​​blood also changed its position, wrapping Fang He layer by layer.A sense of suffocation enveloped Fang He instantly.

However, at this moment, a sharp sword light flashed from a distance, red and red collided twice, and the flame burned the blood, setting off the sky of the dark hall stunningly and brightly.

Shi Shuo's sword was fast and precise, stabbing towards the leader of the stowaways.His actions seemed to indicate something.

From above the thundercloud, someone exclaimed:

"Those people are alive!"

The dozens of "walking corpses" they had seen just now moved when Shi Shuo drew his sword.Their expressions became alive at this moment, and their breaths began to rise in an instant, and they all attacked the leader of the stowaways.

Surrounded by layers of siege, even if the leader of the smugglers has three heads and six arms, he cannot leave under this layer of siege.

The stowaway only had time to circulate the sword energy around his body, watching in horror that the sword energy he was proud of was broken by a little sword energy.

He only felt a white light flash before his eyes, and his whole body was tingling.The leader of the stowaways gritted his teeth and stared fiercely at Fang He.The blood from his mouth kept flowing out, and after a while, it covered the entire skirt of his clothes.But he didn't care about it at the moment, and said to Fang He stubbornly:

"you're lying!"

Accompanied by these three words is his shocking blood, all the blood in his body is flowing in the opposite direction, flowing towards the trembling blade in his hand.

The blade turned into a cloud of smoke, and Piao Miao couldn't find any traces, but bypassed all the blocking attacks and crowds, and rushed straight towards Fang He.

The attack was so fast that the people around couldn't even react, and rushed towards Fang He directly.

At the same time, dozens of attacks attacked the leader of the smugglers, piercing several blood holes in his body.There was an excruciating pain in his body, but the man had a wanton smile on his face.

His eyes were fixed on Fang He, and he even stuck out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth.In his eyes, Fang He is dead just like him.

No one can escape his fatal blow.

After all, Fang He is a formation master.Even if he has high attainments in formations, it is undeniable that the attack methods of formation mages are limited.

Therefore, according to common sense, every formation master always has a lot of protectors by his side.Like Fang He, there are very few people who are alone.

This is Fang He's arrogance and self-confidence.

But now, this self-confidence has become his reminder.The smile on the face of the leader of the stowaways grew wider and wider, looking extremely weird.

Everyone opened their eyes wide, watching what happened in front of them.

Amidst such a huge momentum, Fang He's slender figure stood in the dust.His expression was indifferent and resolute, like a misty solitary peak among the clouds.

Gradually, a strange white smoke enveloped the two of them, and no one could see what happened inside.

Only the leader of the smugglers, his pupils narrowed and his eyes widened, looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

He only saw a stunning sword light, like the clouds and mist at the dawn of the sky, splitting the darkness with extreme coldness.The attack he was proud of was shuttled by this sword light and stagnated in the air.

Before the leader of the stowaways could even react, a big hole was pierced through his chest.He stared at Fang He, and asked him in disbelief:

"You actually know how to use a sword?"

Under his gaze, Fang He withdrew his sword very coldly.The tip of his sword is still white, without any blood stains, and it still looks peaceful in the world.

But the expression on Fang He's face changed.A smile suddenly appeared on his indifferent face.He glanced at the leader of the stowaways, and said in a somewhat harsh tone:

"My students can use swords, why can't I use them."

The smile on the face of the leader of the stowaways froze, and he reacted immediately, murmuring:

"Fang He? Fang Zhenhe."

He suddenly laughed, his eyes seemed to be watching an extremely absurd thing:

"This is simply too ridiculous. Everyone in the world is being fooled by you! This world is too unfair, and all the talents are concentrated on one person!"

His tone gradually strengthened, and his expression became extremely crazy.The sword just now was fast and decisive, definitely not something an ordinary person could use.

The extreme quickness and coldness emanated from the tip of the sword, it was an extreme sword energy.

He suddenly laughed loudly: "Fang He, you are really a real liar."

It's not just him, as long as Fang He wants to deceive, won't the world of this small world also deceive him around?

Fang He is not a formation master at all. In terms of talent and strength, a swordsman is his true identity.

However, none of the people standing on this land can see the truth in front of them.

The leader of the smugglers only felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and this sword intent penetrated his blood and bones, enveloping his soul.

His eyes went dark, and he was silent in an instant.

As soon as the clouds and mist cleared, the scene that was originally blocked was clearly displayed in front of everyone.

The two stood up and fell down, which was completely opposite to what they had imagined.Fang He's monk robe was still clean, and even the soles of his feet were not stained with blood.

His face was calm, he didn't even look at the corpse in front of him, raised his eyes slightly, and said to the vast sky:

"You should let us go."

This sentence was like a thunderbolt exploding in people's ears.Jia Fugui felt a little unbelievable, and asked Fang He:

"Master Xiao Fang, what do you mean by walking?"

Can they leave this dark place?

Fang He didn't answer him.He still looked at the sky silently.

The sky seemed to be irritated, and the sea of ​​thunder surged, as if an angry thunder fire could be chopped down in the next moment.

People looked at everything in front of them in fear.

Only Fang He raised his eyebrows in surprise.He did not expect that this small world has such a strong sense of self.He didn't say much, and directly took out a few memory stones from his storage bag, threw them upwards, and ejected them into the sky, where they were instantly enveloped by thunderclouds.

Fang He only felt that something was added to his hand, and his body was thrown out of this world viciously.

Everything around him is still in the same position as when he entered the minefield.It's just that the thunder above his head seemed to be afraid of something, and he refused to strike Fang He for a long time.

This feeling of daring to be angry and dare not speak made Fang He couldn't help but look up at it, and finally looked down at the suddenly extra thing in his hand.

It was a stele.There are also inscriptions on the stele.Fang He carefully identified it for a while before he recognized the complicated words "Buddhist important place" engraved on the stone tablet.

Fang He took the stele and looked up, down, left, and right, and finally took out the leaf that had just been put into the storage bag in a daze.

Just in case, Fang He, who insisted on never falling off his horse at all times, locked Xie Lingtai back in the small black room the moment he raised his sword.

At this moment, he took out the leaf again and asked Xie Lingtai, "Is this the key to your world?"

Why does it look so strange?

Xie Lingtai was silent for a while, and said in a strange tone: "This is indeed the key to my current world, but..."

"In my world, generally those who get this key are those who have the roots of wisdom and have a relationship with Buddha."