Fang Yun kept flying high. Seeing that he was about to surpass a high mountain in the distance, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart, stopped immediately, and then looked at the light golden column in the southeast to quickly judge the distance and position.

Fang Yun frowned slightly and looked back at the four spirit skeletons behind him.

Two complete four realm spirit skeletons and two incomplete three realm demon man spirit skeletons are no weaker than the four realm demon king. Even if they encounter Wenzong or big Khan, they have the opportunity to escape.

However, outsiders and even the Holy Spirit may go nearby. There must be the emperor. That treasure land is very dangerous.

Fang Yun thought again and again, his eyes soon became firm, consumed holy Qi and accelerated to fly in the direction of the light column.

Now there are too many holy air masses. If you continue to look for them, you may also encounter the demon and barbarian emperor, and the light column emits light gold, which means that there are a large number of holy air or spirit bones. If you have the opportunity to get the emperor's spirit bones, you may also get enough holy air mass or even holy air source to cast the ninth Wentai.

Along the way, Fang Yun kept thinking.

Every time the Dragon turns over to form a treasure land, it will inevitably become the focus of everyone nearby. At the beginning, all parties have the opportunity to grab the treasure, but in the later stage, it will inevitably become the place for the emperor to fight.

"We must arrive as soon as possible, grab enough holy Qi and leave to cast the ninth Wentai. After that, even if there is holy gas source and even holy skeleton, we will not participate. We can't intervene without strength. Improving strength is the best choice."

After Fang Yun made a decision, the agitation in his heart calmed down and galloped to the treasure land with one heart.

Even if you use holy Qi, there is a two-hour journey. After all, you can't fly in a straight line and need to bypass many places.

An hour later, a purple robed Confucian suddenly appeared in the valley ahead, and he also flew to the treasure land.

Just looking at his back, Fang Yun recognized that he was a great Confucian in the country. His name was Nie Shoude. When he was young, he was a famous scholar. He became a great Confucian for more than 20 years, but he remained silent for more than 10 years and remained in the realm of self-cultivation for many years.

Every time the Terrans enter the burial Valley, there must be many great Confucians who are difficult to improve but have extraordinary strength. They are most eager to improve their strength and have the consciousness of sacrifice. Maybe they may create miracles in the burial valley.

In the past dynasties, such a great Confucian can always bring out many sacred objects from the burial Valley, and the realm will break through.

Fang Yun sensed that the breath around the great Confucian was better than that before entering the holy Valley, and guessed that the other party had been promoted to the state of Qi family with holy Qi, which was equivalent to the great demon king of the second state. However, the great Confucian has been honed for many years, and his strength is absolutely no less than that of the great demon king of the three realms.

Nie Shoude soon found Fang Yun, turned around, arched his hand to Fang Yun, then approached slowly, and finally stopped a hundred feet away and flew in the same direction.

"I've seen Fang Xusheng," Nie Shoude said with a smile.

Nie Shoude's beard and hair are white, his ears are very big, his face is ruddy without a trace of wrinkles, and his smile is full of deference and gentleness.

"I've seen Mr. Shoude at last." Fang Yun saluted back politely.

Nie Shoude looked at the four spiritual skeletons behind Fang Yun, showing envy and said, "Fang Xusheng is a dragon and Phoenix among people in the Shengyuan continent. When he arrived at the burial holy Valley, he was still far better than my generation. I entered the burial holy Valley for so long, but I didn't have any spiritual skeletons except finding a few holy air masses to improve myself."

Fang Yun said, "it's just a fluke. I just have to listen to Mr. Lei's help."

"Oh? Did you meet Hongyu in the burial Valley? I have some friendship with him." Nie Shoude said.

Without concealing anything, Fang Yun briefly explained his relationship with Ye Hongyu, but did not mention important things such as the ninth Wentai.

Nie Shoude was moved at last and said, "Mr. Lei is really righteous. He would rather sacrifice his time to help you, and you will repay him for his kindness. However, with your ability, you can be promoted to a great scholar. Why are you still a great scholar?"

Fang Yun hesitated for a moment and said, "I have other thoughts. After enough accumulation, I will impact the great Confucianism."

Nie Shoude nodded gently and said: "Yes, you are more rational than I was. In order to seek a great scholar quickly, my foundation was not stable, and there are still hidden dangers. However, this is the holy burial valley. If you don't promote a great scholar as soon as possible, it will be even more difficult if you encounter a strong enemy. In my opinion, your foundation is extremely solid and you can be promoted to a great scholar. Otherwise, it will be bad to compete for the treasure land of dragon turning over this time. I am also old I'm just old and old, but I've just been promoted to the territory of the whole family. I'm afraid I can't protect you when I get to the treasure land. "

"I appreciate Mr. Nie's kindness, but the matter is complicated. I need to gather enough holy Qi to be promoted to a great Confucian." Fang Yun said.

Nie Shoude thought a little, nodded and said, "since Fang Xusheng said so, he has his own decision, I'm abrupt. I don't know how much holy air Fang Xusheng lacks, but I have some."

Fang Yun said with a smile, "hundreds of regiments are needed."

Nie Shoude was stunned and said with a bitter smile, "there's nothing I can do. I only have seven regiments now. If you need them urgently, I can take out five regiments."

Fang Yun refused and said, "thank you for your kindness. There are many crises in burying the holy valley. Your holy air mass is life-saving and must not be given to me. As for the extra holy air mass, I will find a way to collect it."

"It's just hundreds of sacred air masses. It's not difficult for you." Nie Shoude said.

Fang Yun nodded.

As they hurried forward to the treasure land, they talked and heard about the burial of the holy valley.

On the way, Fang Yun had a more detailed understanding of Nie Shoude. He felt that this person was almost the same as the wind review. He was conservative and cautious. He was blameless in his words and deeds and in his behavior. However, compared with some great Confucianism, he had less indescribable and unidentified demeanor, and even a trace of philistine.

When Fang Yun thought about it, he was relieved that the great Confucian had been troubled by self-cultivation for many years. He was bound to hear a lot of gossip, which was hit and damaged his mind. It was not necessarily a philistine. It was more like becoming a reality, but human nature.

Fang Yun has a topographic map nearby and has been flying according to the fastest route.

When they were close to the treasure land, they exchanged strategies. There was no difference between the two sides. They both decided to grab some treasures and evacuate quickly. They would never compete with the strong ones.

After bypassing a gray green mountain, Fang Yun and Nie Shoude looked ahead.

Among the mountains, a pale gold pillar of light with a diameter of about 30 meters rose into the sky, like a strong fountain rising into the sky, and like a giant pillar supporting a piece of the sky.

The light column comes from the depths of the earth. In the process of upward impact, it constantly drives the underground things. Under the ten thousand feet, there are stones and dust, forming a black fog area hundreds of miles around, covering the hills and peaks.

In the black fog, there are all kinds of chaotic smells, as if there are all kinds of terrible spirits lurking, which makes people prohibitive.

Up to ten thousand feet, the dust and stones decreased, and the pale gold light column became clear.

Suddenly, a ray of light flew out of the pale gold light column, making a harsh sound and flying into the distance at a speed of more than five sounds.

Fang Yun took a closer look. It was wrapped in light golden light, and inside it was a water mass, a sacred air mass.

Then, a subtle strange color appeared on Fang Yun's face, which flashed away.

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