You are a cultivator of immortality, how dare you challenge my heavenly tribulation?

Fang Lei was walking alone on the road, and he was walking towards Yinxu.

But at the same time, he was also thinking, if the treasure was in Yinxu, then where was the most likely hiding place.

Cause and effect are not stained, and it is detached from the world.

This means that it is difficult for Fang Lei to find the treasure by any means, and if it is hidden by someone with ulterior motives, it will be even more troublesome.

Unless——

The treasure appears directly in front of him.

Fang Lei smiled, is it possible?

The next moment, a stream of light flew towards Fang Lei, and the next moment it passed directly over Fang Lei's head.

Fang Lei's pupils shrank slightly, and his steps also paused.

"The treasure?" Fang Lei said in disbelief.

Without even thinking, Fang Lei turned around immediately, and the next moment his figure disappeared from the spot.

Then he used the method again——

"A little bit of noble spirit, a thousand miles of fast wind."

His figure was like the wind, but no matter how Fang Lei chased, he found that the stream of light was getting farther and farther away from him.

And the faster he flew, the farther and faster the light was from him.

"What kind of trick is this?" Fang Lei's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Far or near? Inverted? Reverse?" Fang Lei tried to guess, and also responded again and again.

But the result did not change, the other party was still speeding away, constantly widening the gap between him and him.

"Sitting on the ground, traveling 80,000 miles a day, and looking at a thousand rivers in the sky." Fang Lei's eyes flashed, and he blurted out.

The next moment, Fang Lei obviously felt that the other party's speed had slowed down a lot, at least he felt that he could reach it.

"Sure enough, it's 'sitting on the sky and the earth'!" Fang Lei's spirit was shocked, and he immediately accelerated towards the light.

But the next moment, the light stopped, and Fang Lei could clearly feel that the other party seemed to look back at him.

Or, it was the Mountain and River Cauldron in Fang Lei's body.

But the treasure did not choose to stop and say hello, and the infinite chaotic energy burst out, and disappeared from Fang Lei's face the next moment.

Completely, disappeared!

"???"

"Aren't these treasures so unique? Can't even say hello?"

"Or is he avoiding or afraid of something?"

Fang Lei looked a little confused, and had an unshakable solemnity.

He sensed something wrong from the reaction of the treasure, and this feeling made him feel very bad!

Sensing something, Fang Lei turned his head and looked behind him in confusion.

"Huh? Someone? Also chasing the treasure?"

Using the Confucian saying again.

"Be one with the light and dust!"

The next moment Fang Lei disappeared from the spot.

**

In a world of only black and white ink, Fang Lei quietly looked at the two monks who appeared in front of him.

One of them was wearing a Confucian robe, and the other was wearing a Taoist robe.

Even though they were close at hand, they could not find the hidden Fang Lei at all.

And this is the effect of being one with the light and dust.

"These two people..." Fang Lei hesitated.

He frowned at the monks who appeared in front of him, because the cultivation of these two people was too low.

The next moment, their conversation reached Fang Lei's ears, and Fang Lei began to listen carefully.

...

The Taoist monk raised his palm to the sky, showing a grasping posture.

The surrounding spiritual energy began to gather towards the palm of this person, which contained a wisp of chaotic energy.

"Someone did something bad and let the Chaos Bell run ahead of time!"

Feeling this wisp of chaotic energy, the Taoist monk said gloomily.

"Return to the origin!" The Confucian monk heard the words and spoke loudly, and his words were followed by the law.

The next moment, the surrounding scenes began to appear phantoms, first a fast-escaping and blurred glow appeared.

And according to the course of history, the next moment should be Fang Lei's face.

Just at this moment, Fang Lei raised the corner of his mouth and said slowly-

"Li Dai Tao Jiang!"

The next moment, the person who rushed into the picture was not someone else, but the Confucian monk who used this method.

"What..." Seeing this scene, the Confucian monk immediately felt creepy.

The Taoist monk who was watching with him was no exception. He even glanced at his accomplice with a little fear.

The next moment, the Confucian monk in the painting stood up straight and slowly glanced at the two of them.

"Don't look at my eyes!" The Confucian monk slapped the Taoist monk away with a slap.

But he was controlled by "himself in the painting" and was stunned.

The Taoist monk didn't even dare to get angry when he saw this scene, but swallowed his saliva involuntarily.

He couldn't understand what kind of means were needed.

In order to make other people's Taoism be used by others, and then directly counter the person who used Taoism.

Suddenly he was stunned, and then slapped out with a palm.

The purpose of this palm was not the person in the painting, but the Confucian monk.

Obviously, he intended to destroy the Confucian monk's words and deeds, and make the person in the painting disappear.

"Oh, smart!" The person in the painting turned his head and praised him.

But his next sentence changed the subject and said: "Unfortunately, it's too late!"

Then, the moment the two looked at each other, the monk in Taoist robes also had black eyes, completely lost his mind, and stood there in a daze.

For a moment, the surroundings became extremely quiet and weird.

There were only two monks who were controlled and a person who was deeply in the painting.

…

Fang Lei did not choose to go out. The reaction of the treasure before gave him a very strange feeling.

He looked at the two monks who were easily controlled by him and finished his previous words.

"These two people are only at the Dharma Realm, how dare they chase after the treasure?"

"Let me see what is chasing after the treasure!"

Fang Lei muttered to himself, looking at the sky behind him.

After a while, dozens of figures appeared beside the two, and their cultivation was also at the Dharma Realm.

They seemed to know what happened, and they rushed directly to the Confucian monks as soon as they appeared.

"Kill directly?" Fang Lei narrowed his eyes.

"That won't work!" After the words fell, the Confucian monks and Taoist monks were like puppets.

A book, a pen, and an inkstone appeared behind the Confucian monks...

A sacred mountain appeared behind the Taoist monks, with endless clouds, rain, and a flying sword in the clouds.

The next moment, these Dharmas attacked the rest of the people.

Fang Lei manipulated the two to fight for him, using all kinds of words and methods at will.

With a good coordination, they almost beat out the brains of the ten opponents.

Fang Lei looked at the people who were fighting fiercely and said thoughtfully: "Sure enough, the Dharma images of these guys are all composite Dharma images."

The reason why Fang Lei said this is because he remembered Lu Jiangtao's Dharma image, which was a big river, which was extremely shabby.

If we calculate it by the probability of passing the tribulation-

The worst of these guys in front of him have at least 20% chance.

Lu Jiangtao, 50% is enough.

But suddenly, Fang Lei laughed, and laughed a little mockingly.

"But why are you people with more powerful Dharma images so weak in heart?"

"Really, it's unbearable to look at!"

Those who think of danger in times of peace know that they are born in worries and die in peace!

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Written at the end (no money within 200 words)

All poems will be marked with the source when they appear for the first time, and will not appear again in the future.

"A little bit of noble spirit, a thousand miles of brisk wind." "Song of Water Melody·Presented to Zhang Weiquan at Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion"

"Sitting on the ground, I travel 80,000 miles a day, and I look at a thousand rivers from afar in the sky." "Two Seven-Character Poems·Sending Away the God of Plague·No. 1"