Refining Genius Cultivation

Spirit Master Tian hugged Fang Yunlong's legs as he cried in gratitude and gratitude for Fang Yunlong's kindness. A needle with a line of extremely poisonous throat shot out from Fang Yunlong's back into Fang Yunlong's calves. Straight Throat was a poison concocted by the Heavenly Poison True Lord Evil King.

Extremely toxic, it could kill anyone who touched it. There was no cure. Spirit Master Tian seemed to have predicted that Fang Yunlong would die from the poison and his heart was filled with pride.

An unexpected event occurred. At the moment when Spirit Master Tian's trick was about to succeed, Spirit Master Tian felt a strong force coming from his chest. An intense pain quickly spread throughout his body and his internal organs felt as if they were being stirred up.

Instantly, it shattered. Spirit Master Tian was suddenly startled and screamed out, the blood sword that he spat out actually had pieces of his internal organs mixed in it, he smashed his body into the big tree behind him, his lifeless eyes staring straight at Fang Yunlong.

It seemed to be questioning, yet it also seemed to be filled with doubts. How did he discover such a subtle movement of his?

Fang Yunlong first looked at the sharp needle that was dropped on the ground, shook his head and sighed, then walked to the side of Spirit Master Tian. He seemed to be talking to Spirit Master Tian, but also seemed to be muttering to himself, "Sigh, there's nothing I can do.

Otherwise, you might really get what you want this time. " Hearing Fang Yunlong's words, Spirit Master Tian's remaining eyes revealed extreme confusion, but he did not have any consciousness anymore.

After saying that, Fang Yunlong no longer looked at the Tian Spirit Master, he turned and walked over, and picked up the book and bamboo tube that Spirit Master Tian had dropped. He flipped it over and over, and realized that these two things, being able to block the Sky Severing Strike that he had poured his Spirit Qi into, were definitely not ordinary objects.

The bamboo tube was sealed and could not be opened unless it was destroyed. Fang Yunlong moved it to his ear and shook it a little.

If he couldn't figure it out, Fang Yunlong wouldn't have the time to carefully study it. He first placed it in his pocket, leaving it to later on to study.

Picking up the book, Fang Yunlong experimented briefly. Even if he used all his strength, he was unable to tear the book apart. There were three ancient characters on the cover, but Fang Yunlong had read a bunch of books while he was at home.

He had a lot of knowledge about the ancient books, so it wasn't difficult for him. The book was called《 Gold Forging Arts》, it sounded like a cultivation technique book.

Right now, to Fang Yunlong, time was of the essence. He did not know if Yimeng and the others had heard the sound of battle yet, but Fang Yunlong kept the < < < Gold Coin Art > > in his arms.

In less than an incense's time, Yimeng and the others had reached the side of the cliff. After searching around the battlefield for a long time, they still could not find anything. The few of them were suspicious, could it be that Fang Yunlong had spent the entire night running despite being heavily injured?

As a result, they expanded their search range until they saw the mark left by Spirit Master Tian. The five of them followed Spirit Master Tian's mark and saw his corpse hanging on the tree.

A sorrowful atmosphere spread among the crowd. The fatty carried Spirit Master Tian's body down and his heart was filled with grief and indignation. Old man Gu walked over and touched it, then suddenly said: "The corpse is still warm, I think Fang Yunlong has not gone far, we need to hurry and chase him." Finished.

Exerting force into his palm, he created a large hole in the ground. "Quickly bury Taoist Tian's body. Mister Hong and I will leave first. You guys follow us." He then quickly rushed forward with the middle-aged scholar.

The fatty let out a loud shout and vented out the grief and indignation in his heart. Then, he threw Spirit Master Tian's corpse into the pit. Old Man Dong swept his palm across it and a pile of dirt immediately filled up the pit.

Seeing the two of them bury Spirit Cultivator Tian's corpse, Yimeng's feet lightly tapped, and floated in the direction the old man surnamed Gu had headed in, Fatty and Old Man Dong performed their Qing Gong, following closely behind Yimeng, and swore to themselves that they would catch Fang Yunlong, and make him beg for death.

The silver moonlight shone down on the eight hundred hillside, enveloping the entire forest. Within the forest, a thick black shadow was scorched, silently and seriously pressing down. A bird's eye view from the sky would reveal that the shadow running in front was emitting a faint red light.

Like a red ghost in the dark night, it danced swiftly in the forest, forming a red dancing band.

A few kilometers behind the red figure was a black shadow holding a shadow in his hand. He was rapidly chasing after the red shadow. In the end, there were three shadows that were closely following the red shadow.

In this night, as if sensing danger, Fang Yunlong had been dashing towards the south the entire time. It was just that because he was unfamiliar with the topography of the 800 hills, he did not dare to use his full strength. As he dashed forward, Fang Yunlong kept an eye out for any movement behind him.

Four hours later, Fang Yunlong began to doubt his own judgement, could it be that Yimeng and the others did not discover Spirit Master Tian's corpse?

Fang Yunlong stopped to consider whether or not he should find a place to rest and travel at night. Furthermore, he was not too familiar with the terrain.

After pondering for a while, Fang Yunlong suddenly heard a sound from behind him. Although it was very faint, it sounded like a bell in Fang Yunlong's ears.

After being disturbed from his preparation to rest, Fang Yunlong sighed. Looking at the pitch black and dense forest in front of him, Fang Yunlong executed his Qing Gong and quickly rushed forward.

The sky was already starting to brighten up, and the scenery around him was faintly discernible. However, Fang Yunlong was secretly worried, after running for an entire night, he wasn't able to shake off the people behind him. Instead, because of his unfamiliarity with the terrain, he was almost caught up to several times.

He gave up all thoughts of heading south and turned east and west on the 800 hills. At this point, Fang Yunlong had no idea where he was. He had long since lost sight of the official road, but he was still unable to shake off the shadow behind him.

Passing through a dense forest, Fang Yunlong suddenly realised that there was no path in front of him. He was at the top of the mountain, and on the other side of the mountain was a cliff. Standing at the edge of the cliff, he looked down. Giant boulders were rugged everywhere, and they were precipitous and dangerous. Wherever he looked, dark shadows could be seen, and the sight of them caused him to feel slightly dizzy.

Although Fang Yunlong could barely make it down the cliff with his Qing Gong, time was of the essence and the other party was about to rush over.

If his opponent were to attack him while he was halfway down, then he wouldn't be able to dodge at such a dangerous place on the cliff. After weighing the pros and cons, Fang Yunlong helplessly decided to stay and defend the enemy.

Using what he found on the ground, Fang Yunlong took a few branches and rocks and quickly began to set up formations around him. At the peak of the mountain, people were flying about, the dirt flying about, as though there was a big battle going on.

After the time it took to make a cup of tea, the Gu family name elder brought the middle aged scholar to the summit. Soon after, Yimeng, Fatty, and Old Man Dong also arrived at the summit. On top of the mountain, everyone saw Fang Yunlong sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The area was littered with branches and rocks. Fang Yunlong's face was pale white, completely haggard, his expression desolate and dispirited. There were even some bloodstains on the front of his clothes, and when the mountain wind blew, he looked like he was about to fall.

When he saw the middle-aged scholar, his expression changed greatly. A look of disbelief mixed with a trace of despair.

Once they reached the mountain peak, the middle-aged scholar fell into deep thought. It was obvious that since Fang Yunlong dared to brazenly stay here for a while, the array formation he had set up must not be small and could not be underestimated.

This time, the middle-aged scholar was more obedient. He hid behind the Gu family elder and observed the array formation that Fang Yunlong had set up carefully. He was completely focused on studying it.

Old Man Gu was protecting the middle-aged scholar at all times. If they were to act like last time, then it was possible that all of them would perish here. The middle-aged scholar could be said to be a key target of protection.

Although he was constantly protecting the middle aged scholar, the old man surnamed Gu's eyes that were filled with dense killing intent stared straight at Fang Yunlong.

Yimeng smiled sweetly. She quietly looked at Fang Yunlong with her watery eyes, she was extremely interested in Fang Yunlong's performance. Was it to survive or was it to be attacked from the brink of death?

The old man surnamed Dong looked at Fang Yunlong gloomily, the coldness in his eyes like a sword.

The fatty was furious from the side. Her blood red eyes seemed to be on fire as she scolded Fang Yunlong: "Little bastard, why aren't you running this time? "Hiding in this pile of rocks and pretending to be a grandson, when grandpa pulls you out, I'll skin you alive and pull your tendons out, making you beg for death …"

Fang Yunlong who was sitting in the array seemed to not be able to bear Fatty's insults. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which dyed the ground in front of him red.