Immortal Mansion of Eternal Life: I Can Receive Farming Rewards

Walking underwater, the originally dark and lightless water bottom looked like land to Fang Yun.

The talent of night vision brings him great convenience. Not only does the dark night look like daytime, but even in a place with absolutely no light, Fang Yun looks similar to the ordinary world.

The Water Elemental Pill gave him unparalleled flexibility in swimming, and with the help of his vision, he was like a swimming fish.

Fang Yun quickly approached Donghu Island along the current, and his speed was actually several times faster than the passenger ship.

His walking spirit root is mostly water attribute, he is born close to water, and he can learn water attribute spells faster than others.

Fang Yun will soon arrive at East Lake Island. After returning to East Lake Island and changing his identity, He Hong will not be able to find him so easily.

Half an hour later, Fang Yun arrived at the shore. He took a long detour and came to an island.

Since he did not learn the art of avoiding qi, he did not form internal circulation in his body and could breathe on his own.

Otherwise, he could even stay in the sea for several days and nights to completely get rid of He Hong's threat.

Fang Yun climbed along the island reef towards the shore of East Lake Island, and waited until he set foot on land. Fang Yun looked around carefully and found no one there. He looked indifferent and could not see any worries, and immediately prepared to rush home.

After walking for a while, no one seemed to be following him, but he still didn't dare to act rashly. After changing back to his own clothes, he always felt something was wrong.

East Lake Island is isolated offshore, forming a triangular opposition with West Pole and South Bay. The entire island covers an area of ​​approximately 60,000 to 70,000 square kilometers, which is equivalent to a larger city in the previous life.

With Fang Yun's current pace and using the Wind Control Technique in full, the round trip only takes about half a day, which is equivalent to a car traveling at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour.

But man is not a machine, and law is not diesel. He needs to rest and recover.

With Fang Yun's current level of Qi refining, it would take at least a day to rush home.

He deliberately walked around to the edge of the island, far away from the shanty towns and even further away from his residence.

Moreover, this island is uninhabited, and there are no spiritual plants growing there, so no one will set foot on it at all.

It's also the land he only discovered when he was experimenting with water elixirs.

Fang Yun's expression moved slightly, feeling that He Hong would not let him go so easily.

Coincidentally, he thought so too.

Soon, he regained his composure, and with a sarcastic smile on his lips, he came to a jagged stream with strange rocks.

It was something he found when he was wandering around for the first time. He stopped, Fang Yun took out some things from his pocket, flicked his finger, and shot them around, and planted them one by one.

The next moment, his expression was in a trance, and he escaped into the space, only to realize that there was a trace of uncoordinated breath in his body. Fang Yun inspected his whole body with his method, and finally found a spot on his soul body.

"It turns out that this is where my uneasy feeling comes from."

Fang Yun concentrated on mobilizing his Dantian magic to wrap up the black spots, trying to expel them from his soul.

It's just that no matter how to remove it, this little spot remains stable without any change.

The strength of the divine soul is extremely mysterious. Fang Yun's soul strength at this time is only a little bit strong, which is similar to that of most ordinary people. He has never practiced any spells related to the divine soul and has no understanding of this aspect.

If you want to remove this mark, it is really difficult for a clever woman to make a plan without rice.

But he is not helpless, he just needs one thing.

Fang Yun no longer hesitated, he kneaded his hand and recited a mantra, and immediately cast the health-preserving technique. A ray of withered yellow mysterious light illuminated a large forest of thorns, and all the thorns withered instantly.

A large group of dark green vitality formed into a cloud, and was instantly compressed by Fang Yun, turning into a small group of water, as big as a fist.

"Wood Yun +0.2."

"Muyun+0.1."

The vitality liquid was divided into hundreds of drops by him, and each drop fell onto the large green spiritual heart grass.

Originally, he had other uses for the vitality liquid, but now he was reluctant to part with it, so he could just keep a few drops.

In the Prosperous Life Technique, the technique changed again. The Spiritual Heart Grass grew rapidly and suddenly jumped up. The Spiritual Rain fell sparsely. Along with the moist water, they matured.

With a swipe of the short knife, all mature spiritual heart grasses were harvested.

"Qingming points +157."

Divine Soul: Soul 꺆 (5), Qingming Points (75+157)

After a set of silky small combos, less than ten minutes passed.

"Exchange, time for enlightenment!"

Enlightenment came again, in twenty breaths, just twenty seconds, Fang Yun was deep in thought, thinking about ways to break the situation.

To solve the mark of the soul, you have to rely on yourself, or you must solve the person who planted the mark on him.

Regardless of victory or defeat, what Fang Yun now has to do is to find a way to break the mark.

"The soul, heaven, earth and man, all three fires, can perform magic... No, no, not enough time, so... Qi and blood, I just give it a try."

In twenty breaths, Fang Yun searched all his memories, looking for a way to expel the mark of the soul.

Unfortunately, his cultivation background is too shallow, and he knows very little about soul cultivation. Even now, he has reached the level of Qi refining, and he has not even awakened his spiritual consciousness.

But it was not all without gain. Through an enlightenment, he came up with a solution.

Fang Yun took out the melon gourd in the space, returned to his physical body, cut open his palm with a short knife, and drained blood into it.

After using a large amount of dragon breath fruit, he found that his blood and qi far exceeded that of ordinary people, and had reached an astonishing 88 points. In terms of blood and qi alone, the elder brother of Ran Dasao's mother's family that Fang Yun had seen for the last time did not seem to have as amazing blood and qi as he did now.

Only because of the breath-holding technique, his shocking blood and qi did not attract attention.

Blood and qi are shocking, hurting people and souls, and with a heart of blood and courage, he can move forward.

He collected the blood in the gourd into the space and preserved it with the law. Then he dropped the remaining few drops of vitality and spirit liquid into the thorns that had been placed earlier.

Waiting for the wound to recover, only a small gourd of blood was released, which did not affect his current physique at all.

Once the breath-holding technique was restrained, all traces disappeared, as if they did not exist. He waited patiently, waiting for the prey to come.

But He Hong is a cunning person by nature, and Fang Yun's position at this time is indeed a bit deliberate, and it is unknown whether he will be tricked.

But Fang Yun is sure of one thing, if he does not kill He Hong, it will be difficult to live a peaceful life, and unless it is absolutely necessary, he really does not want to use the method that will damage the soul to solve the troublesome mark on his body.

"He will definitely come, he will definitely come. This kind of person is greedy by nature. Even if he is suspicious by nature, his nature cannot be changed."

Fang Yun guessed correctly. He Hong was thinking in his heart. This casual cultivator of the third level of Qi Refining dared to snatch food from him. It was undoubtedly courting death.

Moreover, he has added a trump card, which is invincible among low-level cultivators. How could he choose to let Fang Yun go?

And in his eyes, Fang Yun is still a fat sheep.

Suddenly, Fang Yun's expression changed. The cold wind blew, and the sound of mud and water being trampled could be heard. In this stream, Fang Yun and He Hong each occupied an opening.

One was in the light, the other was in the dark, and they met on a narrow road.

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