Chapter 1516 Thousands of Spiritual Liquids

"what to do?"

Fang Bai's mysterious disappearance made Yunman and others look at each other in confusion.

Along the way, Fang Bai kept a low profile and could not be more low-key. Several times he made secret moves to help the team defeat powerful enemies, but no one could see it.

It can be said that without the close relationship between Fang Bai and the Yan family, he would almost be a character that can be ignored.

Yunman was very worried about how the team of warriors he led would respond if the Yan family asked them about Fang Bai's news when they returned to Fairy City.

In the core area of ​​​​the Netherworld Corpse Land, a person is missing alone, and the possibility of death is extremely high. If the Yan family angers them for this, they may not be able to escape.

Yunman understood this result, and other warriors naturally understood it as well.

"This Fang Bai, knowing that his strength is not very good, still runs around! If we are criticized by the Yan family, it will be really unjust!"

Some warriors complained in a low voice.

"Sister Yun, how about... let's look around for Fang Bai? Maybe he is nearby?"

He Ping had always had a crush on Fang Bai and was worried about his disappearance, so she whispered to Yun Man.

Yun Man nodded, so the nine people divided into three groups and searched in three directions. They agreed that the search range would not exceed ten miles. If they found Fang Bai, they would call him with a whistle. If they couldn't find him, they would return to the original place to gather.

When Yunman and others were looking for Fang Bai, they didn't know that Fang Bai had already quietly crossed Soul Soul Ridge and swept into the thick fog ahead.

Fang Bai had visited the Netherworld Corpse Land in his previous life, but at that time, Soul Soul Ridge was just an ordinary mountain ridge and did not have the current name.

The reason why Fang Bai left the warrior team and went alone was because he wanted to go deep into the core area of ​​the Netherworld Corpse Land and see what happened there. This would make warriors like Yun Man change their expressions and not dare to go deeper.

As soon as he passed the Soul Soul Ridge, the evil spirit and corpse energy around him began to attack Fang Bai's mind like real substance. Fortunately, Fang Bai was the true form of chaos, immune to all poisons and evil spirits, and was not affected at all.

If he were a junior Jindan expert like Yun Man, he would be affected by the strong evil aura and the thick corpse aura in an instant, and he would lose himself, fall into an illusion, and be unable to extricate himself.

Once a warrior falls into an illusion here, the best result is to go crazy. It would be good if he can get rid of the illusion in the future, otherwise he will eventually kill himself, just like the Supreme Elder of the Yan family in the past.

It was normal for Yunman and others not to enter Soul Soul Ridge. With their cultivation level, even if they drank Wuyou Soup, they would not be able to resist the invasion of the evil spirit and corpse energy here.

As long as they cross Soul Soul Ridge, there will be no return.

Moreover, both the worry-free soup and the old couple who sold the worry-free soup had problems. Although they concealed it well, they could not escape Fang Bai's keen observation.

Fang Bai even felt that the huge changes that had taken place in the core area of ​​the Netherworld Corpse Land had a lot to do with the old couple.

Fang Bai's consciousness was released, exploring the surroundings. His figure was like a bolt of lightning, breaking through the layers of fog and constantly moving forward.

Previously at the Blood Pond River, Fang Bai sensed a strange aura. The closer he got to the core area, the stronger the strange aura became, and the curiosity in his heart became more intense.

And it was driven by this curiosity that Fang Bai wanted to find out.

"Huh? You are a little kid, your cultivation is only at the foundation-building level, how did you get here?"

A low and old voice suddenly came from Fang Bai's ear.

The sound came suddenly, and Fang Bai had no warning beforehand, so he couldn't help being secretly surprised.

Immediately, an old man who was more than a hundred years old broke into Fang Bai's spiritual glance.

The old man was fair and plump, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He had white hair and a childlike face, and his face was full of red. He made people feel good and close to him at first sight.

He was wearing clothes that were so dirty that you couldn't tell what color they were. Hanging from his waist was a shiny black gourd that was only the size of a palm. The gourd made a "gurgling" sound as his body moved. It was obviously filled with something. It's some kind of liquid.

"I didn't expect that there would be Nascent Soul Realm powerhouses here!"

After Fang Bai saw the cultivation level of the fat and white old man, he couldn't help but take a breath.

With Fang Bai's current foundation-building perfection, he can still fight when he encounters a strong person from the Golden Core, but if he meets a strong person from the Nascent Soul, he is no match for him. If the opponent wants to kill him, he has no power to fight back. You can escape obediently, otherwise there is only a dead end.

The fat old man was the most powerful person Fang Bai had encountered since he was reborn. He didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend, so he could only be on full alert as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Haha, don't be nervous little baby, I'm not a bad person and I won't harm you!"

While the fat old man was speaking, he had already approached Fang Bai, paused, and looked at Fang Bai with interest.

He was sizing up Fang Bai, and Fang Bai was also sizing him up.

An old man and a young man were separated by three feet, and you looked at me with big eyes and small eyes, and I looked at you, feeling surprised in your heart.

"Strange...strange..."

After a while, the fat white old man frowned, scratched the back of his head, and said: "You little kid is very strange. You are obviously just building the foundation and perfecting your cultivation, but why can't I see through you?"

Fang Bai smiled "haha" and thought to himself: "I was a majestic immortal emperor in my previous life. I was reborn in this life and came here with the memories of two lives. If you can see through me, that would be incredible! Also, I, Fang Bai, have lived in two lives before and after. You've lived for tens of thousands of years, and you, an old guy, keep shouting 'little baby' one after another, and you're not afraid of losing your life!"

The fat old man strode to a big stone nearby and sat down. He patted the empty space beside him and motioned for Fang Bai to come and sit too.

"Would you like to drink it? I have some good stuff in this gourd!"

The fat and white old man was obviously an old man. He pulled out the stopper of the gourd, raised his neck and took a sip. Then he handed the gourd to Fang Bai and looked at Fang Bai with a smile, as if he wanted to see if he had the courage to drink.

If it were any other warrior, they would not dare to take the gourd, let alone drink the contents of the gourd.

But Fang Bai was not afraid at all. He took the gourd from the hand of the fat old man and drank fiercely. It wasn't until the corner of the fat old man's mouth twitched and he kept yelling to stop that he stopped, wiped the corners of his mouth, and laughed: " happy!"

"You little kid, do you know how precious my 'Thousands of Spiritual Liquids' are? You actually drank seven sips... No, eight sips... Ouch! I feel so bad for you!"

The fat old man stretched out his hand to snatch the gourd back, stuffed the gourd again, and held it tightly in his arms, looking as if his flesh ached.

The fat old man's "Thousands of Spiritual Liquid" is brewed from a thousand kinds of spiritual fruits that are thousands of years old. It is so wonderful that for ordinary people, it is no different from the fairy liquid. It can almost kill people and turn them into flesh. Bones.

For a warrior, drinking a sip of "Thousands of Spiritual Liquids" is more useful than spending millions of holy-grade spiritual stones on cultivation.

The fat old man traveled all over thousands of mountains and rivers and worked hard for several years to refine such a gourd of "Thousands of Spiritual Liquids". How could he not be heartbroken when Fang Bai drank it all in one breath?