Fang Dang didn't drink any of the wine. He and Pishan Jian sat face to face, drinking each bowl of wine.

Fang Dang himself is not a person who loves wine so much that he can't taste the quality of wine.

The two of them sat wither and drank without saying a word.

Basically, the drinks were drunk until the glass was dry, but the further they went, the slower the two of them drank, or it should be said that the speed of the Pishan Jian drank slowly and slower.

Fang Dang was waiting for the Pishan Jian to drink slowly with a glass of wine.

From morning to late at night, the ground was covered with peanut skins, but the mountain sword was still drinking. It seemed that the jar of wine would never be finished.

The night is getting darker and deeper, and the stars in the sky are getting brighter and brighter. The gauze is a night for countless bright stars.

A meteor suddenly crossed the sky, so bright that Fang Dang looked up.

The Pishan Jian finally put down his wine glass and said, "Fang Dang, I came here this time to ask you for something."

Fang Dang was waiting for the words of the Pishan Sword. He waited for a long time and drank half a jar of wine for it.

Fang Dang spoke, "I can't return the Qianye Blind Grass Sword to you, and I have no Lord of Devouring. What do you want from me?"

Pishan Jian smiled and said, "Don't mention what I want for now. I'm here to exchange it with you this time."

Fang Dang's eyes showed an interest expression: "The things from Yunjian Mountain must be excellent. I wonder if there is anything to give to me?"

"A witness, I'm here to help you gain insight!" Pishan Jian smiled and drank the wine in the bowl in one sip.

Fang Dang said curiously: "What does it mean?"

But Pishan Jian just smiled and did not continue talking. Instead, he picked up the huge wine jar and poured the last wine in the jar into his bowl.

The Pishan Jian put down the empty jar of wine, raised the wine cup, drank it in one gulp, hiccup, and then laughed.

At the same time, a rising sun broke through the shackles of darkness and took the sky from the hands of the stars.

The sun shines on the body of the Pishan Sword. The Pishan Sword is golden all over, like a newly born giant, full of vitality.

At this moment, the mountain sword suddenly became angry with his hands and feet, and the sound of thunder rumbling from the clear sky.

Fang Dang's pupils suddenly contracted, but Fang Dang, who was sitting at the table, did not move. He held the last bowl of wine in his hand and stared blankly at the mountain-Spike Sword, whose hands and feet were on fire.

The Pishan Sword let the flames burn on him, but the flames did not spread, but were burning continuously at their respective locations. Then the acupoints on the Pishan Sword's body began to catch fire one by one. In a moment, all the four hundred and thirteen acupoints on the Pishan Sword's body burned, starting from the outermost direction of the person's body with both hands and feet, burning towards the inner side.

The body of the Pishan Sword is already tall, but now it is full of fire and burning like a torch.

However, the flame seemed to be no heat. There was a table between Fang Dang and the Mountain Sword, but Fang Dang did not feel any burning sensation at all.

Fang Dang even reached out to approach the flame, just like a flame burning in another world. Fang Dang couldn't even touch it, let alone be burned.

Fang Dang suddenly spoke, "What do you want?"

The mountain-Spike Sword in the flames just smiled and did not make any requests. Finally, the mountain-Spike Sword collapsed and turned into ashes all over the ground. A sword slave with a figure that was not much different from the mountain-Spike Sword emerged from the shadow of the mountain-Spike Sword.

The sword slave took out a piece of white cloth and carefully put away the ashes of the Pishan Jian.

When the master is alive, the sword slave holds the sword for the master. After the master dies, the sword slave guards the tomb for the master.

This sword slave didn't say a word, and then disappeared without a trace after collecting the ashes.

The Pishan Sword is a legend in Yunjian Mountain. On the entire land of the Xia Kingdom, the Pishan Sword is famous.

Although the divine turtle is long-lasting, the plan will come to an end.

The snake rides on the fog and eventually turns into ashes of soil.

Fang Dang's heart was now echoing this poem among the many books that he had read in his grandfather's study.

A legend disappeared without a trace, and his story will be forgotten in a few years, just like the black and gray handkerchief, and will never be remembered again.

Fang Dang looked up suddenly and looked at the falling meteor. Although the meteor had disappeared, in Fang Dang's eyes, the hot light of the meteor was still burning Fang Dang's pupils.

The sky is full of murderous intentions, and the stars are easy to stay.

Fang Dang stared at the sky without saying a word for a long time.

Fang Dang sat from early morning to noon, and Hong Jing dispersed everyone around him and did not dare to disturb Fang Dang.

Fang Dang didn't know what was looking at in the sky, and his whole body was rapidly getting haggard and aging, and even fine wrinkles began to grow around his eyes.

Hong Jing was extremely heartbroken when he saw this scene from afar, but he did not dare to come forward rashly. At this time, Zhao Jingxiu whispered: "Don't disturb him, Fang Dang is consuming huge mental energy. At this time, he will be in a state of devil if he is affected at all."

Hong Jing knew this problem in his heart and nodded. Uncle Hei also came at this time. Since Princess Jing entered the Fire Poison Immortal Palace, Uncle Hei has settled in the Fire Poison City.

He has his old friend Zheng Shou here, and he is not lonely when he drinks alcohol for nothing.

Uncle Hei automatically turned to the moon gate on the other side of Fang Dang without Hong Jing's instructions, and stopped anyone from disturbing Fang Dang.

Hong Jing said: "He won't be in trouble, right?"

Zhao Jingxiu frowned: "I can't see it, I can't understand it."

He couldn't even understand that Zhao Jingxiu's cultivation was higher than Hong Jing's cultivation level, and Hong Jing was even more worried.

Fang Dang kept looking up at the sky from morning to dusk, from dusk to early morning, for a whole day, Fang Dang didn't move, especially when it was almost early morning, Fang Dang's face and body began to decay rapidly, and almost every minute a wrinkle like a carved knife appeared. At this moment, Fang Dang's face looked like an old man in his seventies or eighties, with silver hair all over his head. The clothes that were originally fitted were now empty on Fang Dang's body.

Fang Dang's whole body began to emit a dying aura.

At this moment, a meteor passed by in the sky. At this time, the rising sun was rising, and it was the time when the sky was shining. Fang Dang's whole body shook and then slowly lowered the little bits of looking up at the sky. The air was filled with the smell of rust, and the squeaking friction sound that made people's teeth sore bones without any lubrication, so that Uncle Hei couldn't help but touch his neck.

Fang Dang slowly turned his head, and his face was covered with wrinkles and thin, so he could no longer express any expression.

Fang Dang let out a long sigh, "This guy from the Mountain Sword is so shameless!" After that, Fang Dang fell down on his back and fell to the ground with a gurgle.

Hong Jing was so scared that he screamed and hurriedly ran forward, picked up Fang Dang. With this hug, Hong Jing's tears rolled out. Fang Dang was probably only weighing seven or eight pounds. Isn't this just bones left?

Uncle Hei and Zhao Jingxiu rushed forward. Zhao Jingxiu was quite knowledgeable about medicine. After pinching Fang Dang's wrist for a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief and let go of Fang Dang's wrist.

"It's okay, it will be better if you adjust it. It's because it consumes too much mind. However, for Fang Dang to consume this mind, it will at least reduce his life by ten years or even more."

For monks, ten years of life reduction can be big or small. If they can quickly achieve the golden elixir, then Jian Shao's ten-year life is naturally not a great thing. However, if they cannot condense the golden elixir, ten years can be an astronomical figure that crushes the monks.

When Hong Jing heard that Fang Dang was fine, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. When he heard that he had reduced his life for ten years, Hong Jing couldn't help but raise his heart again.

When Fang Dang opened his eyes, it was already ten days later.

Fang Dang's mind was not at all turbid. The ten days of sleep did not make Fang Dang sleep deeply. On the contrary, Fang Dang became particularly awake.

Fang Dang opened his eyes, and in the dark, there was Hong Jing's haggard face. It can be seen that Hong Jing hadn't slept well for a long time, otherwise, as a qi-training monk, she would not be in this haggard state now.

Hong Jing stared at Fang Dang nervously. Fang Dang and Hong Jing looked at each other, but found something was wrong.

Hong Jing seemed to have not seen him open his eyes at all, and was still staring at him, with an anxious face.

Fang Dang's body was floating slowly and hung in the room for no reason. Only then did Fang Dang realize that his soul had left his body.

What is this state? Fang Dang has been to the Ghost and Netherworld, so he is not unfamiliar with the soul, but separation of the soul and the ** is definitely not a good thing. "Can I die?"
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