In Fang Xiaoyu's sight, a huge skull with an endless gloomy aura was quickly heading towards him. Needless to say, it must be for him.

If ordinary people saw this situation, they would have been scared to escape from Beimang Mountain. Even if they had good cultivation, this place was a world of ghosts, and it was endless. They could not kill them. If they really provoked more powerful ghosts, they were actually the ones who were in trouble in the end.

However, Fang Xiaoyu really didn't have any worries. The most powerful person in Beim Mountain is just the Supreme Ghost Dao at the Daluo level. Although Fang Xiaoyu is not his opponent, with Fang Xiaoyu's current strength, he almost stepped into the threshold of Daluo with half his feet. Even if he faces the powerful Daluo, Fang Xiaoyu is not without the power to fight.

With the treasure in Fang Xiaoyu's hand, he faced the powerful Daluo man. Fang Xiaoyu didn't dare to say that he would kill the other party or something, but there was no problem in protecting himself.

Since the most powerful existence in Beim Mountain cannot threaten Fang Xiaoyu, what else can Fang Xiaoyu worry about? As for the group of ghosts that have arrived at this moment, Fang Xiaoyu really doesn't care about it.

The abundant qi and blood were released. In this gloomy place, especially in the eyes of those ghosts, Fang Xiaoyu seemed to have turned into a terrifying stove.

However, the ghosts within a few miles were scattered in the moment Fang Xiaoyu's breath was released, and the ghosts slightly farther away also felt from the bottom of their hearts that they were afraid of Fang Xiaoyu's fear at all.

Dong Batian mobilized a large number of troops, and what he thought was nothing more than swallowing Fang Xiaoyu and using Fang Xiaoyu's abundant qi and blood to take him further.

So although Dong Batian vaguely felt that Fang Xiaoyu's qi and blood were a bit incredible, in his opinion, the stronger the qi and blood, the better. By then, the greater the benefits he could get if he swallowed the other party.

Unfortunately, Dong Batian never dreamed that Fang Xiaoyu, who seemed to be nothing but a great tonic, was simply an extremely terrifying existence. He was like a moth that was blowing into the fire, delivered to him.

Fang Xiaoyu was not interested in paying attention to the ghosts in Beim Mountain. After all, Beim Mountain itself is a place where ghosts gather. I don’t know how many ghosts gathered in the mountains. If he really wants to subdue demons, unless he can completely destroy Beim Mountain, he would not even be exhausted and would never be able to eradicate the ghosts and ghosts gathered in Beim Mountain for countless years.

Even those powerful people in the Three Realms are not sure to destroy such a special place as Beimang Mountain. Fang Xiaoyu came into the mountain just to Bai Qi.

Dong Batian appeared above Fang Xiaoyu, controlling the military spirits of his subordinates, locking Fang Xiaoyu from afar. When he saw the huge skull, Dong Batian's voice came from: "Hehe, Zun Jia is so brave. He dares to break into Beimang Mountain. Since he is here, don't leave..."

Fang Xiaoyu looked at the skull formed by tens of thousands of military souls in the air, and secretly exclaimed in his heart. It seemed that Bai Qi's wish should be realized.

This Beimian Mountain is really worthy of being the place where the most ghosts gather in the three realms except the Netherworld Hell. Just a ghost outside this Beimian Mountain can gather so many military souls. I think Bai Qi should have developed well in Beimian Mountain in recent years.

As for Dong Batian who was clamoring, Fang Xiaoyu didn't take it seriously at all. As long as he was willing, he could even let his soul scatter with his abundant qi and blood in one thought.

But at this moment, Fang Xiaoyu seemed to sense something, her mouth curled slightly, and her eyes looked into the distance.

Dong Batian didn't know that Bai Qi was leading his subordinates, staring at Fang Xiaoyu, and rushed towards Fang Xiaoyu with great excitement.

At this time, Bai Qi drove the ghost ship and came across the sky. He saw Dong Batian and Fang Xiaoyu from afar. He just looked at the situation and didn't know what was going on.

Although Bai Qi was not worried about Fang Xiaoyu's safety, Dong Batian actually dared to be unfavorable to Fang Xiaoyu in front of him. Isn't that his fault?

“Bold!”

Bai Qi heard a sudden shout, and the storm changed suddenly. Bai Qi's strength is not bad at all now. A sudden shout almost shocked the skull in the air.

Dong Batian was shocked and subconsciously looked towards Bai Qi. As soon as he looked, he saw a dark ghost ship with the flag on the ghost ship clearly.

When he saw the ghost ship, a terrifying sense of crisis arose. Although Dong Batian did not recognize Bai Qi's flag for a while, he also knew that this was definitely a ghost ship owned by the extremely powerful ghost king in Beim Mountain.

The treasures like the Ghost Ship are definitely treasures that can only be created by a few powerful ghost kings. These treasures are much more powerful than immortal weapons, and the spiritual materials required to be consumed are definitely not something that ordinary ghost kings can bear.

A ghost ship can still be entangled even if it faces the powerful Daluo man, which shows the power of the ghost ship.

When Fang Xiaoyu saw Bai Qi appear, his mind moved, and the blood and energy in his body suddenly turned into a blood-colored sword and slashed towards the blood-colored skeleton above his head.

The blood and energy that were completely released was like a sun, and it was not something that a mere ghost thing could resist.

If Fang Xiaoyu's attack was willing, he could kill tens of thousands of military souls, but Fang Xiaoyu locked on Dong Batian's soul body. The blood-colored sword easily broke through Dong Batian's soul body. In the blink of an eye, Dong Batian's soul was scattered, leaving behind a group of military souls.

At this moment, Bai Qi drove the ghost ship and immediately sent someone to control the stunned military souls and appeared in front of Fang Xiaoyu.

Looking at Fang Xiaoyu, Bai Qi bowed to Fang Xiaoyu with great respect: "Bai Qi has met the Lord."

Just as Fang Xiaoyu met Bai Qi, the Three Holy Mother Palaces in Huashan, Yang Jian and Yang Jiao brothers had big eyes and small eyes, you looked at me, I looked at you.

The two of them looked confused. What does this girl mean?

Yang Jiao told Yang Chan about the engagement before, and the two brothers naturally wanted to know what Yang Chan thought about this marriage.

However, the two of them also knew that this kind of thing should not be too impatient. Yang Chan had to think about it happily. The two stayed in the Holy Mother Palace for two or three days, waiting for Yang Chan to give them an accurate answer.

Yang Jiao was still waiting for Yang Chan's reply, and then contacted Fang Xiaoyu and discussed how to organize this marriage. But the result was that the two went to find Yang Chan not long ago, but found that Yang Chan was missing.

The two of them looked at me, and I looked at you, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

Yang Jian coughed lightly and looked at Yang Jiao with a somewhat ugly face and said, "Brother, the third sister shouldn't be escaping from marriage. I think she could not accept this news for a while. I think she was going out for a walk, and when she figured it out, she would definitely accept it happily."

Yang Jiao snorted lightly and said, "I think you spoil her too much on weekdays. She is such a big person and has no weight at all."

Yang Jian was scolded by Yang Jiao and muttered in his heart: I'm spoiling third sister, big brother, you're the same.

However, Yang Jian knew that his elder brother was honest and not angry. Once he got angry, it would be absolutely terrifying, so Yang Jian would not provoke his elder brother.

The maid who was arranged by Yang Chan was standing in the distance with a trembling look, not daring to step forward, for fear that these two masters would vent their anger on her.

Yang Jiao glanced at the maid and suppressed his anger and said, "Have your master ever said where she was going?"

The maid said tremblingly: "No...no, the master just asked me to tell the two masters that she wanted to go out for a walk. When she thought clearly, she would go to find the two masters..."

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Yang Jiao waved his hand and said, "Forget it, you can guard the Holy Mother Palace for your master."

As he said that, Yang Jiao said to Yang Jian, "Second brother, where would you say the third sister go?"

Yang Jian said calmly, "Three Realms are so big. Although the third sister is not very friendly, she has some friends. How do you ask me to guess for a while? I don't know where the third sister will go."

Yang Jiao knew that Yang Jian was telling the truth. He asked Yang Jian just to vent his dissatisfaction. He stamped his feet and said, "This girl, I'll teach her a lesson when I see her."

Yang Jian, who was standing beside him, looked at him and laughed in his heart, but his expression was solemn: "Brother, the third sister is so old. When she figured it out, she will naturally contact us. There is nothing wrong here. I still have something to do in Guanjiangkou, so I won't accompany my elder brother."

As he said that, Yang Jian pulled his legs away. Before Yang Jiao could react, Yang Jian turned into a stream of light and soared into the sky and disappeared without a trace.

Yang Jiao watched Yang Jian leave, smiled bitterly, turned around and looked at the Holy Mother Palace, which also turned into flowing light and disappeared without a trace.

Speaking of which, Liu Yanchang was swept up by Yang Jian and threw him into the small town at the foot of Mount Hua.

Liu Yanchang, a scholar, was powerless and went out to take the exam without any effort. There was a scholar around him.

He had been lingering in the beautiful scenery of Mount Hua before, but he was separated from the book teacher in the mountain. The book teacher was lucky and actually walked out of Mount Hua. He thought his son had lost his life in the mountain, but he didn't expect him to meet Liu Yanchang in the town.

Liu Yanchang seemed a little embarrassed, his mind was filled with Yang Chan's peerless charm. He stared at the direction of the Holy Mother Palace in Huashan, wishing he could grow wings and fly to the Holy Mother Palace immediately.

"Young Master, your son..."

A voice sounded in Liu Yanchang's ears, but it was the book boy who called Liu Yanchang.

Liu Yanchang woke up from the beautiful dream and looked at Shutong. He seemed to dislike Shutong for interrupting his beautiful dream and slapped him at the Shutong.

"You dog slave, you actually left me and ran away alone. If you hadn't the young master's life and had the fairy love to rescue you, wouldn't you be deceived by you dog slave?"

Shutong covered his face with a grievance. He had already tried to persuade Liu Yanchang not to enter the mountain several times, but Liu Yanchang himself refused to listen. As a result, Liu Yanchang pushed him and ran away first. If he hadn't been killed all the way and was stuck by a big tree and then rescued by the herbicide collector who entered the mountain, he would have died on the mountain long ago.

"Young Master, you..."

Liu Yanchang raised his hand and shouted at Shutong: "What are you? Prepare pearls and jade jewelry, silk and satin for the young master. I want to go up the mountain to propose marriage!"

Shutong looked dull and looked at Liu Yanchang foolishly and said, "Young Master... Our money has been exhausted long ago. The remaining silver pattern is less than five taels, which may not be enough for the travel expenses to go home. Where can I buy some silver or jade jewelry?"

Liu Yanchang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, hesitated and said, "Then... then take out half of his money and buy some simple things, and then go up the mountain with me."

Shutong looked at Liu Yanchang's appearance and knew that he might be beaten if he said more, so he had to respond.

After resting for a while, Liu Yanchang cleaned up briefly. Looking at himself wearing a half-old blue shirt in the bronze mirror, he looked a little depressed. Liu Yanchang encouraged himself: "Liu Yanchang, you can do it, you are a scholar, you will be a general and a prime minister in the future. The fairy in the mountain must have a keen eye to recognize the pearls. You are a pair made by heaven and earth..."

Fortunately, Yang Erlang didn't know that Liu Yanchang was still stubborn about his sister. Otherwise, if he heard Liu Yanchang's words, he would be afraid that the three-pointed two-edged sword would split Liu Yanchang into eighteen without hesitation.

Since ancient times, there are only rugged roads in Huashan.

Shutong followed Liu Yanchang with the so-called bride price that he had been bought for a simple purchase. Looking at Liu Yanchang, who was panting and about to stop to rest after walking a few steps, Shutong felt that his young master was really crazy.

What a fairy in the mountain or a beautiful woman, Shutong even wondered if Liu Yanchang had broken his head in danger in the mountains and even daydreaming.

There is no such good thing in this world. Even if it is a fairy who is really kind in the mountains, how can he look down on someone like his young master?

Besides, even if you want to go to the job, you can't be so chilled. Even if it is a small family of people in the secular world, the betrothal gifts you give cannot be just such a small amount.

Looking at Liu Yanchang sitting there panting, Shutong hesitated and whispered: "Young Master, are we really going to hire a mountain? If the fairy is not interested in the young master..."

"Shut up, what do you know, you dog slave? Young master, I am a scholar. As the saying goes, a talented man and a beautiful woman, the fairy saved me twice. If she hadn't had no friendship with me, how could she save me..."

Liu Yanchang shouted at Shutong with a very ugly expression.

If the book boy is a modern person, he will definitely feel that ten thousand heads are rushing by, and then he shouted, "I have a saying that my mother is selling a criticism or not!"

Others don’t know what Liu Yanchang calls a scholar, but he doesn’t know this book boy? Just because of Liu Yanchang’s bullshit literary talent, God is really blind to a scholar.
Chapter completed!