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Fang Shiyi never thought that there would be such a trouble with Meng Mingchao.

The two of them crossed the tangled vines one after the other, and found a passage leading to the ground.

Along the way, An Sheng was simply abnormal.

Fang Shiyi's eyelids twitched, and subconsciously looked back at Meng Mingchao.The latter obediently stood three feet away from him, looking up at him innocently with a slight smile—the hands behind his back were like gold and jade, and they clicked mercilessly, crushing the thing that had come out to make trouble.

Ming Ming crouched on top of Fang Shiyi's head, he could see clearly, shivering, wrapped his little head with his wings.

Fang Shiyi glanced around suspiciously, and got out of the ground.

I don't know where they were dragged, and there was another strange and desolate scene nearby.

It was completely dark, and the endless plain was covered with an uncomfortable layer of black mist. When I looked closer, I realized that what emitted the black mist turned out to be a pair of white bones. Like a hill, some are as short as a child, and there are countless human bones buried under the heavy sand.

Fang Shiyi hissed.

Not surprisingly, this should be the real ancient battlefield - the main battlefield of the Yungu War.

The main battlefield of the Yungu War was where the Fang family was stationed at the beginning.

Looking up, on the high mountain behind the black mist, there are ghostly shadows and dilapidated houses indistinctly revealed.He had a hunch in his heart that this place should not be far from the treasure house.

Meng Mingchao drilled out of the ground, frowning and glanced around. For some reason, he shivered slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Inexplicably, he felt that this scene was very familiar.

It seems that he once stood on the clouds, looking down on all this indifferently.

Fang Shiyi paid attention to him from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

After speaking, I felt that my tone was a little soft, and I became serious again.

Meng Mingchao smiled slightly: "It's a bit cold. Is it cold, brother?"

Fang Shiyi ignored his nonsense, stretched out his hand to grab the air in front of him, only to realize that it was really cold.He found a fox fur from the treasure bag, threw it over without looking at it, and walked over there: "Go and have a look first."

Meng Mingchao grabbed the fox fur, with a smile in his eyes, and casually glanced around.

The shape of the black mist above the bones is slightly different, it seems that after thousands of years, they are still entangled and biting each other.

There seemed to be many pairs of eyes watching them behind the black mist, some sighed, some were spiteful, and some wanted to pounce on them, but they were suppressed by other groups of mist that blurred and showed human shapes.

Fang Shiyi thought that there might be relatives of his ancestors in it, and suddenly he couldn't help feeling sad in his heart.

His ancestors were stationed at the junction of the monster race and the human race, guarding the delicate balance, but they were envied because of their great power, coveted because of their treasures, and they were not killed by the monster race after they contributed the power of the whole clan in the Yungu War Exhausted, but was chased and killed by his former companions, his name was erased in the history, leaving only a few words, and the rest of the innocent souls wandered on the ancient battlefield, never to be reborn.

Why bother.

Walking through the battlefield in silence, the two gradually approached the Fang family's former ancestral house. When they got closer, Fang Shiyi discovered that the ghosts were actually people.

Hundreds of monks sat or stood, or walked or flew in mid-air, whispering together in one place.

The Fang family's ancestral house stretches for several miles, with scattered heights, almost forming a city by itself.The rough style of thousands of years ago can still be seen vaguely, but it has long been dilapidated and covered with a layer of lifeless white ash.

No one can remember that this was once the place where the most powerful clan in Central Continent lived, and it was bustling with people thousands of years ago, and no one dared to break into it.

The casual cultivators I had seen before were all here, and Yu Xingyou and a group of disciples sat in meditation in a square. Seeing them coming, Yu Xingyou immediately jumped up: "Senior Brother Fang! Brother Meng! Great, you're all right!"

Fang Shiyi raised his eyes and saw that Lu Tingchi was also there.

The third uncle and another old man were on the left and the other on the right, and there was a faint intention of confrontation, but they all guarded the group of children as guardians.

Fang Shiyi was surprised and delighted, breathed a sigh of relief, walked over quickly, patted Yu Xing on the right shoulder, walked up to Lu Tingchi, hesitated for a moment: "Master, this is..."

Seeing that he was not injured, Lu Tingchi hummed, "Elder Du of Beitian Palace."

Fang picked up what was left and realized.

Beitian Palace has always been overwhelmed by Shanhaimen, and it is very unconvinced. The two sects have been feuding for a long time.

He bowed to the great elder, then turned his head and whispered: "Uncle, where is City Lord Bai?"

"Over there," Lu Tingchi pointed to the resting place for casual cultivators, "Most casual cultivators have a different standpoint from the aristocratic sect, so it's not easy for him to come and stay with us."

City Lord Bai nodded at Fang Shiyi with hidden worry in his eyes.

Elder Du opened his eyes, calmly: "This is Fang Shaoxia who is famous all over the world? Seeing is worse than hearing."

Fang Shiyi practiced Tai Chi in a serious manner: "It's easy to say, Elder Du, I have admired you for a long time."

Several disciples of Medicine Valley coughed together.

You just asked your uncle who this is!

Fang Shiyi glanced at the monks around and frowned: "What's going on?"

"Senior Brother Fang, you don't know. After you and Junior Brother Meng were dragged into the ground, the vines on the ground grew a kind of cannibalistic flower, chasing us to bite, and we couldn't get rid of it," Yu Xingyou quickly complained, " Fortunately, the magic weapon that Junior Brother Meng gave me is useful, those things are afraid of being too presumptuous, we fled all the way for hundreds of miles, and then met Uncle Lu and Elder Du, otherwise we wouldn't be able to last long!"

"A magic weapon?" Fang Suyi was puzzled.He remembered that the man in black also said that Meng Mingchao gave these disciples something to save their lives.

Yu Xingyou took out the black scale from his bosom, handed it back to Meng Mingchao, and said with a smile: "Xiao Ling'er said that you bought it for Junior Brother Meng in Baibao Pavilion, but I didn't expect it to be useful. In the future, I will also buy some inconspicuous gadgets, which may have miraculous effects."

Fang Shiyi raised his eyebrows: "That's really not sure."

He remembered that the evil spirit on the scales was so weak that it could hardly be sensed, and it was useless except that it was extremely hard. How could it still have such an effect?

How did Meng Mingchao know?

It's a pity that the right time, place and people are not available now, so Fang Shiyi didn't have the energy to ask these questions, rubbing his forehead: "And then?"

"After we escaped from the red land, we walked into the mountains. The senior brother found the orchid. As soon as we picked it off, the mountain started to move. Only then did we realize that the nearby mountains are not good at all. , but... a group of mountain monsters," Yu Xingyou swallowed with difficulty, "I guess it might be the parents, grandparents, etc. of the one we met before..."

Fang Suyi: "..."

One troll is enough, let's have a group.

From this description, it might be several times bigger than the one they encountered before.

Yu Xing sighed: "Fortunately, I met many long-known seniors on the road, solved the group of mountain monsters, and later encountered a bunch of monsters. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. In the end, we were defeated by several teams of Yin soldiers. I rushed to the ancient battlefield, and was chased by those black mist and fled here. According to Uncle Lu, this seems to be the ancestral home of the Fang family. Some of those black mist are afraid of this place, and some respect it, and dare not approach it casually."

"Chased by the black mist?" Fang Shiyi was stunned, thinking of the black mist that wreaked havoc around him when he walked past the battlefield just now.

It turned out that they were not scaring him, but... protecting him.

The blood in his body continued for thousands of years, and after entering there, he received a response from thousands of years ago.

Fang Shiyi suddenly felt out of breath, Meng Mingchao leaned over at some point, held his shoulders, and called softly, "Shiyi."

"Shut up." Fang Shiyi wasn't in the mood to argue with him, so he slapped his hand away and scanned the surrounding area.

He had been persuading himself not to care about these people who coveted the treasure house of the Fang family.

But why.

Why should he forgive these disrespectful people who disturbed the souls of the predecessors.

Noticing that his state of mind fluctuated uncontrollably, Fang Shiyi was taken aback, and quickly recited the Heart Sutra silently.

Yu Xingyou saw that the atmosphere between the two was a little strange, and he was puzzled.

Obviously, one was going to find someone regardless of the danger, and the other was dragged into the ground voluntarily like crazy, how could he be divided when he came back?

Luo Zhiwei saw the one most clearly, and coughed lightly: "Almost all fellow Taoists are gathered here now. Some people say that the treasure house is under the Fang family's ancestral house. They plan to dig three feet to find the treasure house."

It's just that everyone wants to monopolize the treasury, and everyone wants to guard against those around them, so no one dares to act rashly.

Fang Shiyi's eyebrows twitched, and he categorically denied: "The treasure house is not here."

When he spoke, his voice was silent, and many monks' ears twitched, and they all looked at him.

Fang Shiyi took a deep breath.

Reasoning is useless.

He was the only one left in the Fang family, and no one would reason with him.

He pointed to the back mountain: "The treasure house is over there."

Seeing that he spoke with certainty, someone was shaken: "...Really?"

Immediately, the conversation was cut off: "How do you know where the treasure house is?"

"Isn't this Fang Suiyi from Shanhaimen? Sure enough, he's here too..."

"It turns out he is Fang Suyi!"

"Son, we will believe you when you say where the treasure house is? What if you want to steal the treasure house?"

"That's right, besides, it won't be too late to go after digging this dilapidated house."

Fang Shiyi walked out of the crowd, faced those people, and said coldly: "Thousands of years ago, the Fang family planted traps and phantom formations all over Yungu to prevent the monsters, and raised countless strange things. The ancestral home is for the Fang family. There are probably no less buried things in the living and sacrificial place than outside. If you dare to dig, please do so.”

The monks who had been chased all the way by the wolves fell silent.

Their clothes were tattered, most of their aura was consumed along the way, and countless magic weapons were damaged. Some lost their siblings, some lost their lives.

I really dare not move.

Everyone in Yaogu and Hemingzhuang stood behind Fang Shiyi, and Lu Tingchi stepped forward to support Fang Shiyi.On the other side, City Lord Bai led nearly a hundred casual cultivators, and said with a smile, "I think what Fang Shaoxia said makes sense."

Most of the people stood here, Fang Shiyi exhaled lightly: "I will not harm you, the treasure house is in the back mountain, but if you can't open it, you can't say for sure."

After a pause, he took a step forward and walked towards the back mountain.

From the time he entered the ancestral house, there was someone calling him indistinctly in his ears, and the pull of his blood was telling him where he should go.

Everyone looked at each other for a while, and followed hesitantly.

No one spoke, and the flames dispelled the fog, as if these were not a group of tomb robbers who were jealous of the treasure house, but mourners along the way.

The road from the ancestral house to the back mountain was surprisingly peaceful, as if something was avoiding them invisibly, afraid of accidentally hurting someone among them.

Elder Du's eyes flickered slightly, staring at Fang Shiyi's back thoughtfully.

After crossing the barrier of the back mountain, the eyes suddenly opened up.

Below is a huge palace, standing on the ground, and the top of the majestic palace is engraved with twisted and weird symbols, echoing each other.

Even after thousands of years, the remaining majestic power can still be sensed.

Some people held their breath and looked intently, and more people's eyes were blazing, and suddenly they rushed down with strength.

Fang Shiyi folded his hands in his sleeves, looked at those ugly people indifferently, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Dozens of people who rushed to the front passed through the city wall without hindrance, and reached out to touch it in astonishment—it was a phantom.

This is the phantom projected by the real treasure house.