The ancient teleportation array teleported Fang Ling to the top of a mountain.
This place is extremely wild, even the teleportation array is covered with ivy, and it looks like it has been abandoned for many years.
"It's been so many years, and I'm back..." Fang Ling took a deep breath, feeling quite emotional.
I thought that after I found Dou Qin and the others, I would go to the Nanyang Palace and have some fun with Emperor Tiao.
But his soothing brows suddenly wrinkled, and a trace of confusion appeared on his face.
"Isn't it right? Is this really Nanyang Country?"
"Nanyang Kingdom does not have such abundant spiritual energy..."
He had some doubts in his heart, and quickly flew to other places, trying to find a populated place to find out more.
But there wasn't even a village in this barren mountain, and he didn't know how long it would take him to fly before he met a living person.
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Three days later, there was a city called Ding'an.
Fang Ling sat in a tea shop with a gloomy face, drinking a large bowl of tea.
After being teleported that day, he flew in one direction for a long time before arriving at this city.
He has already found out clearly that this is not Nanyang Kingdom at all, nor is it even in the South Dou Territory.
He was actually sent to the Central God Realm by that ancient teleportation array!
As the name suggests, the Middle God Realm is located in the center of Xuantian Continent and is the most prosperous place among the eight regions.
"This stupid woman is a ninth-grade Jade Immortal, and her memory is worse than that of a dog."
"Next time we meet, I must teach her a lesson!"
Fang Ling was so angry that he drank the big bowl of tea in one gulp.
After he found out more about it, he originally planned to return to the ancient teleportation array and return it to the Han people.
But this set of teleportation arrays is actually a one-way trip, you can only come here but not go back.
He was so angry that he almost split the ancient teleportation array in half with a sword.
"Now that it's here, let's make peace with it."
"This place is known as the most prosperous place in the eight regions, and the cultivation resources are definitely richer."
"It's good to practice here for a while..." He took a deep breath and comforted himself.
Suddenly, a burst of noise from the front drew his attention back.
He just glanced at it and was not interested in these market things at all.
But he, who was originally calm, stood up and walked towards the crowd without knowing what he saw.
"Damn it! You monster, how dare you beg for food on this street?!"
"This is my uncle's territory, get out of here!"
Where the crowd was watching, a dirty middle-aged beggar was beating the man on the ground with a stick.
The man on the ground looked a bit strange. Although his facial features were quite handsome, there was a circular scar on his forehead.
It's not like it's a scar, it's actually a bright golden color and has a horny texture.
People around pointed at the beggar, but no one stepped forward to stop him.
"Are you talking to me? Are you mute?" The beggar grabbed the man's hair and lifted his head up.
"You monster, I don't know which clan you are from, and you have a golden seal on your head."
"Ding'an City is our human race's territory, get out of here!"
"Our brothers are begging for food and they still don't have enough to eat. You can't even think of getting a share of the pie!"
The beggar was so vicious that he pressed the man's head hard and hit it on the ground.
But the strange thing is that after this man’s head hit the ground, his skin was not broken, let alone bleeding. Instead, the floor tiles cracked!
When the beggar saw this, his heart trembled, and he said blankly: "I want to go pee, so I'll let you go first..."
He picked up the wooden stick beside him and left in a panic.
When the nearby onlookers saw the scene just now, they did not dare to look anymore and immediately dispersed.
In the originally bustling market, Fang Ling was the only one left in a blink of an eye.
Fang Ling looked at the man on the ground and shook his head gently.
The man on the ground who was bullied by the beggar seemed to have noticed something. He slowly raised his head and looked at Fang Ling.
The moment he saw Fang Ling, his pupils shrank and there was a trace of panic on his face.
But after a moment, he burst out laughing and lay on the floor with his hands spread out, like a puddle of mud.
"Jin Buhuan." Fang Ling said calmly.
"If I remember correctly, this is your name, right?"
Although it was unbelievable, the creature in front of him who was bullied by ordinary beggars was clearly the genius of the Golden Horn tribe who escaped after a fierce battle with him in the abandoned ancient mine outside Dragon City.
He is miserable now, very miserable.
Fang Ling can no longer feel the fluctuations of spiritual energy in his body, he has been crippled!
Moreover, the golden horn on the forehead, a major feature of the Golden Horn clan, was also chopped off.
The golden round mark on his forehead is exactly the cross section of the single horn after it was chopped off...
"Kill me...give me a good time." Jin Buhuan looked up at the sky, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"There is no point in living in this world for a useless person like me."
"I wanted to kill you back then, and I can be considered your mortal enemy, so please kill me quickly!"
Fang Ling: "My master once mentioned the Golden Horn Clan to me."
"He said that your family was exterminated fifty thousand years ago."
"I guess you should be one of the few survivors, right?"
"But if you want to die, I will grant it to you!"
"Thank you." Jin Buhuan smiled and closed his eyes.
He had planned to embrace death, but death did not come for a long time.
He opened his eyes suddenly, stood up and looked around.
Fang Ling did not take action, but turned and left.
Jin Buhuan looked at his back, clenched his fists, and felt a sense of anger in his heart at being fooled.
"Liar! You liar!" he roared.
"Didn't you say you wanted to give me a good time? Why are you leaving?"
When Fang Ling heard the sound, he stopped and said calmly: "If you are not even afraid of death, what is there that you don't dare to face?"
"It's really miserable to have your cultivation crippled, your golden horns chopped off, and your Taoist heart to collapse."
"But I still have my life, so how do I know that I won't be able to make a comeback?"
"If you can wake up, I can accept you as my servant."
"This spear has been with me in battles for many years, but now it is of no use to me."
"If you are qualified to pick it up again, I will return it to you!" Fang Ling summoned the Golden Sky-breaking Spear in his hand.
Jin Buhuan stared blankly at this magical weapon that shone with golden light. It was a companion spiritual treasure that once belonged to him.
He stepped forward and stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch it.
The moment he was about to touch it, his movements stopped and his hand dropped again.
A flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly backed away, finally shrinking into a corner.
"Go away! Go away!" He seemed to be going crazy, trembling and murmuring.
"I don't need you to pity me!"
Fang Ling shook his head and said calmly: "Cowards seek death, while strong men seek survival."
"What I just said will always be valid."
"Jin Buhuan, if you can regain your Taoist heart and want to start over from scratch, then come and find me."
After saying that, Fang Ling took advantage of the wind and quickly disappeared from his sight.
Jin Buhuan trembled and looked in the direction Fang Ling left.
There seemed to be ripples in his dull eyes.
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Fang Ling had seen Jin Buhuan's abilities before and quite recognized his strength.
Although I don’t know what happened to Jin Buhuan in the past ten years or so.
Now his Taoist heart has collapsed, his cultivation has been completely destroyed, and he even wants to die.
But if Jin Buhuan can get out of this endless darkness, then he will become even stronger.
If he can be brought under his command, he will be able to provide more help when facing the Changsheng family in the future.
But the chance of success is very slim.
He felt that Jin Buhuan could not get out of that darkness.