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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.