Before Fan Zhiyi could think too much, the woman grew new hands, pulled out the sword from the ground and slashed at Fan Zhiyi, each move fatal.
The two swords collided, and Fan Zhiyi was forced to take a step back. He frowned, and the aura of this person seemed to have become stronger.
"Make a wish, Fan Zhiyi, make a wish, I will fulfill any wish of yours." A voice suddenly sounded in my ears.
Fan Zhiyi knew without thinking that it must be the so-called Fusang God who was trying to seduce him. He ignored it and concentrated on the battle in front of him.
The villagers rushed forward one after another. Fan Zhiyi let go of his sword and returned to the roof with a light skill. But suddenly a whip hit his side, raising a lot of dust. Fan Zhiyi barely avoided it, and then a series of moves came down like a torrential rain.
Suddenly, a formation emerged under his feet. As Fan Zhiyi was forming seals with his hands to break it, several hidden arrows shot over and interrupted him.
This formation seemed to be used to weaken cultivation, and after locking onto a person, it would always follow him. Fan Zhiyi followed the spiritual power of the formation and chased after him, intending to get rid of the person who set up the formation first, otherwise no matter how powerful his cultivation was, it would be exhausted sooner or later.
He rode the fierce wind, leaving only a shadow beneath the crimson full moon. Fan Zhiyi glanced at the courtyard and saw that the sword he controlled was still grappling with the woman, so he waved his hand to summon it back.
As soon as Fan Zhiyi moved, the fighting force of the entire village followed him.
Who knew that in his first battle in this world of cultivating immortals, his opponents would be so many “people”.
Finally, Fan Zhiyi saw the wicked "man" who had been hiding from him. Before he could make a move, the "man" disappeared in a flash.
But it doesn't matter. Fan Zhiyi withdrew the spiritual power from his fingertips. Since he was affected by this formation, he would just let the other party suffer more than him.
It was a good thing to have an idea. Fan Zhiyi added everything he could think of to the formation he gave to the opponent, hoping that the opponent would like the surprise he gave him when he finally solved the formation.
At this moment, Fan Zhiyi's feet were entangled by the whip. Setting up the formation consumed too much of his spiritual power. Fan Zhiyi's speed slowed down. He needed to slow down for a while. He was dragged by the whip and fell on the tiles towards the person holding the whip.
He took a quick look behind him and saw about two cultivators, and then countless villagers below. They should all be the same and could no longer be considered human beings.
"Ask me for help, make a wish to me! Fan Zhiyi, Fan Zhiyi, I will grant you anything!"
"No!"
Fan Zhiyi made up his mind and grabbed the whip with his backhand. He shouted and dragged the man towards him. Then he rolled on the ground and swung the whip at the man with a knife. Then Fan Zhiyi cut off the whip on his leg with a sword and knocked them out dozens of miles away.
Coincidentally, an explosion was heard in the distance, and the flames completely illuminated the small village. Because most of the houses were thatched, the fire spread quickly and turned into a sea of fire.
It seems that the cultivator who knows how to set up the formation can solve it very quickly and has already solved it to the last level.
Fan Zhiyi felt that the restraint of the formation on his body was gone. At least now he would not feel that his spiritual power was leaking out and being absorbed by others and suffering backlash when he used it.
Fan Zhiyi tried to circulate the spiritual power in his body. Although it consumed a lot, it recovered quickly.
However, Fan Zhiyi looked at the red moon in the sky, which was beginning to twist and turn like ripples on the water. Not only the red moon, but the entire space and these houses began to twist and turn. Fan Zhiyi didn't know what this was for.
The villagers shouted, "The Fusang God is angry. Our village is going to be destroyed. It's all his fault, all his fault!"
Fan Zhiyi was sitting on the roof taking a breath. He couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "The Fusang God is angry, obviously..."
A sword was pressed against his throat, and a woman's sly giggle could be heard in his ear: "I've caught you. The Fusang God said that if I eat you, I will be the most powerful in the world of immortal cultivation." After that, she bit Fan Zhiyi's neck, and pushed the sword inward a few inches, piercing his flesh.
***
As soon as Zhuang Yujing entered the village, he found that everyone around him was gone, including Fan Zhiyi.
What he said to Bing Nandong before really made him angry for no reason. He asked Bing Nandong if he actually had news about Fan Zhiyi but just didn't want to tell them, but Bing Nandong ignored him. He asked Bing Nandong if he had fallen in love with someone else and had a good impression of his master, but Bing Nandong looked at him with deep eyes. Although he didn't say anything, Zhuang Yujing seemed to have the answer at that moment. Anger and other emotions mixed together. He didn't want to believe that his opponent would be such a bad person who fell in love with someone else when his Taoist partner was still in danger of life and death.
Bing Nandong ignored him and just said, "This is my personal matter. It should have nothing to do with Master Zhuang."
This time, Zhuang Yujing didn't argue with him. He didn't even want to talk to Bing Nandong anymore. He felt sorry for Fan Zhiyi and felt that he was blind. He had been...
Although he didn't admit it, Zhuang Yujing always believed that Bing Nandong was different from those hypocritical people in Tianyunmen. Now it seems that people are shaped by their environment. Bing Nandong grew up in that atmosphere, so how could he not be affected by it? It's just that he disguised himself too well and he didn't realize it.
When he thought about it, he was still very angry. Just looking at the quiet village in front of him, Zhuang Yujing frowned and walked forward.
There was more dirt and dust in this place than yesterday. Everything in sight was gray, as if it had been abandoned for a long time. The sky was also khaki, which inexplicably made his already irritable mood even more irritable.
Zhuang Yujing opened the doors one by one, and the dust blowing in his face made him retreat. He really hated this kind of environment, it made his whole body dirty.
As a result, there was no one in the village, as if he was the only one left. Based on these differences and his previous experience, Zhuang Yujing was sure that he had fallen into an illusion.
Just then, he saw a man's coat fall out from around the corner. Zhuang Yujing drew his sword and shouted, "Who's sneaking around there?"
Hearing what he said, the other party walked out timidly and looked at him gently.
Zhuang Yujing paused as he grasped the sword, and asked incredulously, "Fan Zhiyi?"
"You...you know me?" the man asked him back, frowning.
Zhuang Yujing was overjoyed, but still cautious. He took a few steps forward and said, "I'm Zhuang Yujing. Don't you remember me?"
"Don't come over here!" "Fan Zhiyi" took a few steps back in fear, then bit his lip and ran away.
Zhuang Yujing was anxious. No matter whether it was true or false, he had to catch him first. He immediately retracted his sword and chased after him.
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