Fu Yuanjia wanted to test his talent with the formation, which immediately made everyone feel energetic. He thought it was a good time to expose this person's true face. At the same time, many people were gloating. The cultivation level of this late-stage realm is a dead end to break into the magic array at the level of the Tribulation Realm. Even if this person really has extraordinary ability and can have the ability to deal with powerful people in the Tribulation Realm, there is a huge difference between the magic array and the individual.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Ling said loudly: "There are 1,300 magic arrays of Bu Xuanzong's Tribulation Realm. All of them are exquisite and mysterious arrays, with infinite power. You can see some talent with this test. But even if you break through a magic array, you may not convince everyone. Then there will be a lot of troubles. So although Master Fu's proposal is good, there is a better proposal."

"Then you tell me, come and listen." Fu Yuanjia sat down calmly, smiling seriously.

The others only said that the man was frightened by this sentence and became afraid. Although it was not without reason, it obviously lacked some courage.

But Fang Ling pointed at Longyuan Mountain and said, "Please ask, it's a long distance from here to the back mountain of Longyuan Mountain. Why not, I'd like to break through here and Bu Xuanzong can use thousands of means to stop me. If I'm intercepted in the middle of the road, even if I fail, I will never ask about Ying'er's affairs from now on. However, if I successfully break through and reach the back mountain of Longyuan Mountain, please give me the next opportunity to solve the mystery of the immortal stone."

The audience was shocked by the words. No one expected that the man would make such a proposal. I don’t know how difficult it is to break through the magic circle.

It is only a dozen miles from Longyuan Palace to the back mountain of Longyuan Mountain, but it is three steps and one post, five steps and one whistle. There are many disciples, and their cultivation ranges from the late stage to the Great Perfection Realm, with thousands of disciples.

Moreover, in addition to these people, there are thousands of magic arrays in the entire Longyuan Mountain area. Multiple magic arrays are densely superimposed together, so it is impossible to pass through the sky, and it is difficult to move from the mountain road.

Not to mention a mere late-stage cultivator, even the senior figures of various sects present, one by one, one by one, one by one, it is absolutely impossible to kill from here to the back mountain.

Everyone thought Fang Ling had proposed the idea to make things easier, but they did not expect that he would pave a dead end for him.

Fu Yuanjia and others also frowned slightly. The magic arrays of Longyuan Mountain are the highest secrets. Even Song Ying'er didn't know them, and she had no authority to understand them. What's more, the guards must be diligent. Therefore, the person in front of him could not understand this path at all, but his proposal made people wonder.

However, no matter how confused it is, everyone thinks that Fang Ling can't successfully break through the back mountain. The superiors of Bu Xuanzong are very clear about how difficult this path is.

Therefore, no matter what means Fang Ling wants to use, since he proposed that he would no longer ask about Song Ying'er's affairs once he failed, then everyone naturally had no reason to fail him.

Fu Yuanjia smiled and said with a long smile, "Okay, since you have such a courage, I will give you this opportunity. If you can really break into the back mountain, then you can interpret the immortal stone."

"Thank you, Sect Master!" Fang Ling bowed and looked at the three girls, then went to the outsider alone.

Millions of righteous paths came apart, watching him leave, and at the same time, perception spread rapidly, as if pairs of eyes followed him, seeing everything around him clearly.

After a small road, I came to the avenue on the outside of the hall, which was the first pass to Longyuan Mountain.

The road is wide, extending forward like a dragon's back, leading to the foot of the mountain. On both sides of the road, there are disciples at the late stage. Although most of these people's cultivation has just entered this realm, the number is quite considerable, with a total of 2,000.

Two thousand cultivators of the same level were in front, blocking them like locusts. The momentum alone made people shocked.

For millions of righteous paths, we can also see from these people that different from other sects. Their energy is extremely high, and their strength is not easily described as ordinary late-stage realm level. After all, every disciple here must be the best selected from the bottom.

Fang Ling stopped and faced the disciples in front of him. He remained calm, but just smiled slightly and said, "I'm here!"

As soon as the three words came out, his figure suddenly disappeared and fell into the crowd of disciples. As soon as he appeared, the disciples around him shouted loudly, and they didn't even use magic weapons, and they rushed up one by one.

Everyone was full of confidence, thinking that this guy was just trying to get lucky, thinking that he might be able to get through, or rather, he was simply too high and had never seen the terrible strength of the Bu Xuan Sect people.

However, before these disciples could approach Fang Ling, his figure disappeared in an instant and appeared in another place. The disciples there immediately rushed up and attacked him.

But Fang Ling's teleportation speed was too fast and too fast, and he always stayed at a gap that was a distance away from his disciples.

Everyone suddenly realized that this person had such an idea, thinking that he wanted to pass the test safely with this high frequency teleportation alone. Of course, those disciples were not mediocre. Seeing that this person was so fast, they suddenly dispersed.

Some people in the middle jumped over the high walls on both sides of the avenue, and the disciples outside the hall and in the exit formed an airtight formation. In this way, the avenue became empty and the disciples formed a square shape to surround the avenue.

When Fang Ling appeared, the disciples shouted together, and countless magic tricks fell sharply like thunderstorms and rushed towards Fang Ling.

Everyone took action and made some sense. They used small spells to knock Fang Ling down. The characteristics of small spells are precisely that they do not focus on attack power, but on speed and frequency.

Therefore, as soon as the spell came out, he surrounded Fang Ling from all directions in the blink of an eye.

The other sects were all secretly shocked when they saw it. They thought they could not escape with this move. Of course, this boastful scattered person would also fall here.

But what surprised everyone was that Fang Ling's teleportation speed increased by a level. As soon as he appeared, he disappeared immediately and landed safely in another place. After he settled, the spells fell to the place where they appeared the previous one.

"Thunder Technique"

"Fireball"

"Flying Vine Art"

“…”

Seeing that he was indeed a little capable, the disciples let go of his sluggishness and cast their spells with all their strength. The battle aura in the field was boiling, and the sky was filled with light and rain, and various small spells emerged one after another. The entire road outside the hall was a sea of ​​spells, and countless spells were gathered, which made people unpredictable.

Not to mention a person in the late stage, even a strong person in the Great Perfection Realm is impossible to avoid being attacked.

However, the things in front of us were extremely strange. No matter how large the number and the range was strong, Fang Ling was not covered in dust and teleported easily in the field. The sharp-eyed one was even more surprised because every time Fang Ling landed, he was in a blind spot where the spells had not crossed, and this dead spot only appeared for a moment.

You should know that if more than two thousand disciples attack together, there will be more than two thousand spells, and each spell has a range of dozens of feet. When the collision is gathered together, the place and time of the blind spots appearing are very small and almost negligible.

But this scattered person constantly calculates the timing of the dead corners appearing just right, and can move accurately. This alone makes those present at the late stage feel inferior.

However, it is obviously impossible to pass the level easily by teleportation. When Fang Ling moved to the exit position, there were five hundred disciples standing in front of him.

Each of the five hundred people released powerful defensive power, connected into a line, as strong as a copper wall, and each of them was holding magic weapons. If Fang Ling wanted to get over, he had to break through.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is simply impossible to overcome 500 people of the same level with one person.

When Fang Ling settled down five hundred feet away from five hundred people, the disciples on both sides and behind stopped attacking at the same time, obviously giving the initiative to attack to the disciples at the exit.

There is a nine-story archway at the exit of this avenue, which is three hundred feet high, standing like a door god, with dragons and phoenixes carved on it, with a complete momentum.

Five hundred disciples stood beneath, everyone had bright eyes and grand momentum. When they saw Fang Ling coming, everyone in front shouted in unison. The magic weapon hit the ground violently, and suddenly a huge wave of air surged up from the earth, attacking Fang Ling like a tsunami.

The spell runs across the line, not airtight, and there is no dead corner to drill. Fang Ling also seems to be captured by the power of this air wave and stands in front of him without moving.

Just when everyone thought he was about to be swept away by the waves of air and retreated in a mess, he suddenly saw that his body was filled with golden light, and a large bulge of extremely powerful aura suddenly released.

The brilliant golden light was like the storm of the nine heavens. When the weather wave came into contact with the golden light, it seemed to have been bounced back. It rushed towards the five hundred disciples. Moreover, the air wave was mixed with a faint golden light, which increased the power of the air wave by ten levels.

The attacks of the disciples were accumulating momentum. The impact of the air wave was so strong that it gathered tenths of force. Now that the power has increased tenths, it even rushed towards him, and was immediately caught off guard.

In front of everyone, the huge waves of the sky rushed over the five hundred disciples, and created an empty road out of thin air in the middle.

Fang Ling walked forward like a leisurely stroll. When the air waves came to an end, he had already crossed the archway, flashed and headed towards the foot of the mountain.
Chapter completed!