"I have been imprisoned here for countless years. Since I can't get out, do I still have to help the Immortal Sect train the descendants of the disciples? I can't swallow this breath!" Meng Qiu gritted his teeth, murderous intent emerged from his body crazily, and the waves instantly surged into the sky.
However, Fang Hao frowned slightly and said, "Then how can we let you out?"
Although Meng Qiu was fierce in the big waves, he did not take action immediately: "What's the point if you know?"
"If you need something, maybe I can help you find it outside!" Fang Hao frowned and said: "You need a keel to enter and exit the Tongtian Formation. If you have a keel, can you go out?"
"If I could get out with the dragon bone, why would I have stayed here for countless years?" Meng Qiu sneered, his expression getting colder.
Fang Hao frowned and said, "But even if Mr. Qianfu is here, he must use some special means to release you, right?"
"I and Brother Bingyi are here, almost integrated with the formation. If you want to let me go, you need two things to let me go!"
Although Meng Qiu didn't think Fang Hao could do it, he was still ready to talk about it. Even though he knew it was impossible, he still hoped for a miracle.
"Those two pieces?" Fang Hao asked seriously.
"The first item is the Immortal Token of the Immortal Sect."
When Fang Hao heard this sentence, his expression suddenly froze.
Meng Qiu had been staring at Fang Hao, fearing that Fang Hao would run away again, so he naturally caught Fang Hao's expression.
Suddenly his eyes flashed: "You have?"
Bingyi felt relieved, because Meng Qiu's murderous intent had restrained a lot, and the huge waves were also much weaker.
Fang Hao really has it, but the key is that he got it not long ago.
With that said, Fang Hao took out an Immortal Sect token from the secret place of the Dragon Palace from his treasure bag. It had the word Immortal on it and a mysterious aura.
Seeing this token, Meng Qiu's face became very excited, his eyes gleamed with dazzling light, and his voice trembled a little, as if he saw hope of going out.
"show me!"
The token in Fang Hao's hand disappeared instantly, and now Fang Hao was unable to block Meng Qiu's attack at all.
It can even be said that when Fang Hao comes here, he seems to have become meat on someone else's chopping board, completely at the mercy of others.
Meng Qiu looked over and over, then closed his eyes, as if he was feeling the breath inside, probably trying to distinguish the authenticity.
When Bingbing saw this, he glanced at Fang Hao and said calmly: "Since you have the Immortal Order, you can naturally be regarded as the successor of the Immortal Sect."
"I just got it by chance." Fang Hao shook his head, and then asked Meng Qiu: "What is the second thing?"
Meng Qiu opened his eyes and looked at Fang Hao eagerly: "The second thing is the person who has developed a divine body!"
Fang Hao frowned: "The Immortal Sect has disappeared. It is indeed not easy to find such a person."
"Does that mean there's nothing we can do?" Meng Qiu once again had an astonishing murderous intent.
However, Fang Hao relaxed his brows and showed a faint smile: "Actually, it's not that easy. As long as I cultivate the divine body, it won't be long, right?"
"You? Anyone can practice the first two levels of the Immortal Heaven Technique, but the third level is not something anyone can practice if they want to. The Immortal Heaven Technique is too heaven-defying, with unpredictable power and a power that is feared by the world. , the Immortal Heavenly Skill will choose its own successors, where can you learn it?"
Meng Qiu's expression was gloomy, his murderous intent increased again, and he seemed to have the intention of taking action immediately.
When Fang Hao heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and sighed again that his luck was indeed good.
As he said that, he took out an ancient scroll with a terrifying energy on it. In an instant, the temperature in this world seemed to be dropping rapidly.
"This is the third volume of the Immortal Heaven Skill, and I have already practiced part of it. As long as I give it time, I will definitely be able to reach the realm of the divine body!" Fang Hao looked directly at Meng Qiu with an extraordinary aura.
Meng Qiu made another move, and the ancient scroll in Fang Hao's hand appeared in Meng Qiu's hand.
After just one glance, Meng Qiu's face paled slightly, and then as if he had seen a devil, he hurriedly threw it to Fang Hao, with a look of lingering fear: "It is indeed the third volume of the Immortal Art. Have you really practiced part of it?"
Fang Hao nodded seriously: "I don't need to lie to you."
Meng Qiu frowned, took a deep look at Fang Hao, and then his face darkened: "Your body is already so weak now that you are hopeless! Even if I don't kill you!"
Bingbing suddenly interjected: "Brother Meng, don't you think there is any way to help him recover? Then he will naturally be able to cultivate to the third level."
"His body has been damaged to its core. It can't be easily repaired. The human body's potential is almost exhausted and it is already useless!" Meng Qiu said coldly.
However, the murderous intention in his body was gone.
On the other hand, there was an inexplicable light in Meng Qiu's eyes, as if he was thinking about something.
Fang Hao caught the brilliance in Meng Qiu's eyes, he was determined in his heart, and said with a solemn expression: "As long as senior can help me recover, the day when my divine body is fully completed will be the time for you to go out into battle."
Bingbing also spoke at the side: "As an old man of the Immortal Sect, you should be able to deal with Fang Hao's behavior. Hasn't the Immortal Sect encountered such a situation before?"
Meng Qiu frowned and said nothing. He seemed to be deep in thought and his eyes flickered.
At this time, Fang Hao and Bingyi stopped urging and let Meng Qiu weigh the gains and losses.
After a long time, Meng Qiu frowned and said, "You swear in blood that you will let me go when you become a god!"
At this moment, Fang Hao swore a blood oath without hesitation. Blood oaths have amazing binding force on practitioners.
This is also the second time Fang Hao has sworn a blood oath. The first time was when he was framed by Chen Taifeng, so this time he is naturally familiar with it.
However, Fang Hao didn't do any tricks. After swearing the blood oath seriously, a mysterious energy from heaven and earth entered his eyebrows.
Fang Hao knew that this was the carrier of the blood oath. Once he violated it, he would suffer severe backlash.
Seeing Fang Hao swearing a blood oath, Meng Qiu sighed: "Whether I can get out and whether you can recover depends on your luck!"
Seeing that Meng Qiu agreed, Bingbing returned to the area he was guarding.
Meng Qiu glanced at Fang Hao: "Follow me!"
The fire phoenix carried Fang Hao flying at low altitude over the lake and followed Meng Qiu forward.
Fang Hao was actually a little nervous. If Meng Qiu suddenly broke his promise, he would really have to explain himself here. No matter how lucky he was, it would be difficult to change.
Fortunately, Meng Qiu really wanted to get out, and Fang Hao was his only hope now, so there was no reason to kill Fang Hao.
However, this feeling of being unable to control himself made Fang Hao feel aggrieved and unhappy.
Over the years, I only felt that helpless feeling when I returned from Africa and had old health problems.
Fang Hao felt this feeling once, and he definitely didn't want to feel it a second time.
We kept flying over the seemingly infinite lake, and after a long time, we seemed to have reached the end of the lake.
There is a cave with some simple stone beds, and some stone stools and tables.
There is not even a light inside, because people like them don’t need extra things at all. (To be continued)