Fang Dang is no longer a delicious piece of fresh meat, but has become a highly toxic poison. The flies who had originally smelled the smell flocked to him now and fled everywhere.》,

Fang Dang originally wanted to catch up with a few kills, but then he still didn't move. Suddenly, Fang Dang looked at the alchemists who were fleeing everywhere, the immortal saints of the Dan Palace and even the dragon clans, and could not get any interest. What was the fun of a young man beating a child, so Fang Dang stood here and watched these people scatter. At this moment, Fang Dang could be called a state of small views of the mountains.

Then there was a calm wave, and the sea of ​​clouds under Fang Dang's body slowly healed like a wound.

When the surroundings were silent, Fang Dang calculated the gains of this trip, captured the true dragon and the immortal saint, and even obtained a stubborn ball. The most important thing was to rely on the heaven and earth energy among the thousands of magic weapons in the Dragon Palace to push his cultivation to the realm of a first-grade red elixir, and pushed all three golden elixirs up. Fang Dang paid almost nothing, which was considered a rich harvest.

However, this progress was not too unexpected. After all, Fang Dang had been polished in the world of the mortal world and the ghost world for a long time, and he should have reached the realm of the first-grade red elixir.

Now, Fang Dang has three first-grade red pills, and there is no opponent in the world except the three palace masters of Dan Palace. Even if the Lord of Jiuxuan Palace in the Dragon Palace comes personally, Fang Dang has not had any way to deal with it. Now Fang Dang has obtained the magic weapon of the three immortal saints of Dan Palace, and his strength has increased a lot.

However, Fang Dang no longer puts fighting first. He only wants to do one thing now, which is to try to communicate with the Qipox inner pill and try to enter the Qipox inner pill to find his parents!

Fang Dang now needs a quiet environment to knock on the door to the strange poison inner alchemy!

Although Fang Dang is almost invincible now, this does not mean that Fang Dang can give up doing whatever his body wants. For Fang Dang, entering the strange poison inner alchemy is not a simple thing, nor is he sure how long he will be able to come back. In this case, the body must find a proper place to keep it.

Fang Dang's heart moved and thought of a place and went home!

Then he set off.

Above the mountain, several alchemists were hanging in the air. In the middle was a hanging stone table with wine and food on it. Several alchemists were drinking wine around the stone table.

All of them were very depressed at this time. They had been coveting this mountain for a long time, and they didn't know how much price they had paid for it. But now because one person was coming, they had to demolish a temple they had built on this mountain for several years, and transport away many resources that they had finally reserved here. There was such a big stubborn stone in their hearts. These elixirs were not happy, and even said less, just drinking wine sips.

I was really watching my efforts turn into ruins, which was very unhappy for the four alchemists.

Among the four alchemists, Huang Sa stared impatiently at the supervising mortals transporting various supplies. Huang Sa frowned and called a supervisor over.

As alchemists, they will not personally contact mortals. They are all noble and superior beings. Some sects may be very harmonious with mortals, but some sects are different. Alchemists are alchemists, and mortals are mortals. The two are clearly distinguished.

So this alchemist is managed by dozens of monks among the mortals.

This supervisor is a cultivator in the enlightenment stage and is also considered the best among mortals. His qualifications are not bad, but there is no heavenly tribulation in the upper gospel realm. No matter how good his qualifications are, it is useless, because he can only go here and will never be able to transform himself under the sacrifice of the catastrophe fire and achieve the golden elixir.

Therefore, they can always stand in a humble position in front of these alchemists and look up to them.

"Dog, I'll tell you to watch those mortals tell them to move quickly, why do they all ask them to speed up as if they weren't full? Today, they must move from here!" Dans shouted coldly, his voice sternly, as if he scolded the dogs at home.

The supervisor named Dog Craft is named Zhenwang. Because of the word "Wang", it is laughed at by a Danshi. Over time, this humiliating name became Zhenwang's name. On the contrary, the name Zhenwang has gradually been forgotten.

Zhenwang looks in his early thirties, but he is already in his forties. His big nose is not outstanding, so he occupies a steady state, and his eyebrows and eyes are like one by one on his face.

Zhenwang also showed a hint of fatigue at this time, his eyes were red, and white foam was covered with the corners of his mouth. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in embarrassment: "The people have been moving for a whole day, and they have exhausted two of them just now. The speed is really too fast."

The Danshi raised his eyebrows, and a cold wind emerged from his teeth: "What? Is it not fast? Are you talking to me?"

Zhenwang nodded quickly and said, "I dare not, I dare not!"

"It must be moved within today! If it fails, you and those people under your jurisdiction will die!" The Danshi said a word and ignored Zhenwang.

Zhenwang turned his head and looked at the various materials piled up like mountains, and his back teeth began to hurt.

He knew very well what the state of these mortals under his jurisdiction were. If he continued to do this, he would have to lie down a few or even a dozen more in less than an hour. These mortals are now exhausted. If he hadn't used his cultivation to help these mortals, he would have died not only one or two. However, his cultivation was limited, and he had consumed a lot before, and now he would have no choice but to help these mortals.

Zhenwang's figure fell down. Seeing that the mortals were so tired that their sweat was flowing out, they felt a burst of unbearable feeling. He did have a whip in his hand, but he couldn't whip down no matter what.

Zhenwang lowered his body, and the ground under his feet began to roll, and the force flowed into the bodies of those mortals, causing these mortals who could not hold on to it to suddenly feel energetic and had strength on their bodies. These people looked at Zhenwang, whose eyes were red and their bodies were a little weak. Then these people gritted their teeth and moved various supplies quickly.

Huang Sa and a few elixirs in the sky were quite dissatisfied with the scene, but seeing that the speed of the mortals did increase a lot, the elixirs didn't say much. After all, what they asked was to move away all the supplies from the mountain as quickly as possible. I heard that the Killing Star was likely to come back here!

When the thought of the Killing Star coming back, the elixirs in the sky felt extremely headache.

If they meet that Killing Star here, wouldn’t it be unlucky? So everything has to be faster!

Soon after, Zhenwang quickly lost weight and became extremely weak. It was obvious that Zhenwang provided his cultivation to a group of ordinary people with sequelae.

The mortals who had already had some energy began to struggle again and became even more trouble. With a thud, an old man in his fifties finally fell to the ground again.

Zhenwang felt anxious and hurriedly came to the old man and reached out to help the old man up. Zhenwang's hand stopped in mid-air at this time. Zhenwang finally couldn't reach out because the old man was dead and his breathing was cut off. He was exhausted to death!

Zhenwang took a breath, then carried the bag the old man was carrying on his shoulder, and actually joined the moving queue.

But Zhenwang's cultivation has been used now, and he is no different from ordinary mortals. He is sweating profusely after carrying the package for a few minutes.

Zhenwang looked up at the several alchemists sitting cross-legged in the sky around the hanging table. The alchemists all looked depressed and were drinking muffled wine in one mouthful. Zhenwang glanced slightly at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, several dans in the sky were just looking down. One dans frowned, and with a flash of his finger, a grain of rice flew out suddenly. Zhenwang, who was carrying the package here, immediately felt a sudden pain in his shoulders, and his body was taken away by the grain of rice, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

The danshi who shot a real strong man in the sky had a gloomy face and snorted coldly: "Dog slave, I asked you to supervise what are you doing? These mortals are slowing down one by one. Is the whip in your hand just a decoration? Only by whipping a few more whips can these lazy guys become diligent!"

Zhenwang gritted his teeth and stood up slowly, nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, the little ones will ask them to use all their strength."

The alchemist moved to Zhenwang's side, and a cold sensation made Zhenwang blow away.

The danshi stretched out his hand and whipped the whip on Zhenwang's waist. Then the danshi swung the whip violently. The three-meter-long whip suddenly stretched to ten meters. The danshi was swinging, and the whip took a huge arc and slapped the thighs of more than a dozen mortals with a loud bang.

How could these mortals who had been exhausted long ago be able to withstand such whipping?

Immediately, three mortals fell to the ground with their legs covering their backs. One of them fell down and never got up again...

A mountain appeared in front of Fang Dang. The mountain was originally shrouded in smoke, but now the smoke has long disappeared.

Fang Dang couldn't help but be stunned. The originally deserted mountain was now a little prosperous. Fang Dang frowned slightly and flew towards the mountain. As a result, a large formation was touched halfway. For a moment, the alarm bell on the mountain suddenly rang, and jingling sounded.

Then dozens of alchemists flew up from the mountain and stopped Fang Dang in anger.

"A bastard, do you dare to break through the territory of my master's sect?" A thin elixir in the lead pointed at Fang Dang's nose and shouted.

Fang Dang did not show his true cultivation at this time. If a first-grade red elixir reaches the point where he is brilliant, it would be a bit too terrifying.
Chapter completed!