"For the next few days, Mr. Fang, you will stay here." Lan Yan added.
"Luo'er, you are so happy to get along with Mr. Fang, don't lose your hospitality!"
Lan Luo nodded obediently: "I understand."
Fang Ling didn't say anything. It was the same to him wherever he lived.
Then Priest Lanyan left immediately.
After using the rebirth spell, her aura became obviously weaker.
It was a critical moment now, so she didn't have time to linger and had to recover as soon as possible.
Lan Luo glanced at Fang Ling timidly, and then pointed to the bamboo house on the other side.
"That's the room Mr. Fang lives in, right? I just cleaned it up some time ago," she said.
Fang Ling hummed softly, and then walked directly there, as if he didn't want to come into contact with Lan Luoduo.
Lan Luo was originally a person who was afraid of life, but when he saw this situation, he felt happy.
After watching him enter the bamboo house, she also returned to her room.
Time flies by, and the day for the opening of the Witch Temple is coming soon.
At this time, Fang Ling, Lan Luo and others were sitting on the back of a red flame bird, flying thousands of feet high in the sky.
This red flame bird is one of the demon birds raised by the Lan clan, and its realm is in the middle stage of the Kaiyang realm.
Because it is close to the wilderness, the large tribes in Miao territory have the tradition of raising monsters and beasts in captivity.
They don't have large warships, so they usually rely on these raised monsters and beasts to travel.
The Red Flame Bird flew for a full two hours before landing at the foot of a mountain.
This mountain is called Holy Witch Mountain, and the Witch Temple is located on the top of the mountain.
Before them, people from the Chuan tribe had also arrived.
Surrounding them was a mighty Qinglin beast, which was in the same realm as the Red Flame Bird.
Not counting their respective priests, there were twenty people in both tribes.
These twenty people are undoubtedly the leaders of the younger generation of their respective tribes.
From Fang Ling's point of view, the young people of the Chuan tribe are indeed stronger.
After the Red Flame Bird landed, a strange man walked across from him.
He looks about thirty years old, but his eyes are full of vicissitudes.
He is the priest of the Chuan tribe, Chuan Ning.
"Your Lan tribe's arrogance is getting bigger and bigger, but let us wait for a while." Chuan Ning looked at Lan Yan and sneered.
Lan Yan glanced at him coldly and said calmly: "The Witch Temple has not been opened yet. It's because you came too early."
"Perhaps the green-scaled beast is traveling faster than the feathered birds in your tribe." Chuan Ning added.
The two tribes have been fighting for many years, and they have an irreconcilable hatred for each other, so much so that when they meet and speak, they will always be tit for tat.
Lan Yan didn't like verbal disputes and silently turned her attention to the twenty young men from the Sichuan tribe.
After seeing a foreign aid in the Chuan clan, her eyebrows darkened slightly.
"This person...the early stage of Yuheng?!"
At this moment, in the Chuan tribe's team, there is an outsider who, although wearing Miao clothing, is not a witch cultivator.
Although this person deliberately concealed his aura, how could he hide it from her?
She could tell at a glance that this person had reached the early stage of Yuheng, which made her feel uneasy.
The Sichuan tribe already had a late-stage Tianquan Trump, but they actually found such a strong supporter.
"Priest Lan Yan, don't be so surprised. Didn't your tribe also invite a foreign aid?" Chuan Ning laughed wantonly when he saw Lan Yan acting like this.
"But there is something about your foreign aid. Even with my level, I can't even see through it."
"Maybe I have some top-notch treasure that can conceal my breath."
Lan Yan: "It's a good idea of yours to invite such a talented young man."
She looked at the man's bone age and found that he was about forty years old.
At the age of forty, his cultivation has reached the early stage of Yuheng.
You don't need to think too much to know that this person must have a great background, and he is probably a direct descendant of some top power.
"I am a disciple of the Tiandao Sect, Mo Yuan." The man took a few steps and said proudly.
Although the Miao monks live here, they never participate in the battles in the South Dou Territory.
But the information is also well-informed, and there is a lot that should be known.
The successors of every major force have always been the focus of attention.
She has heard of Mo Yuan's name, he is one of the twin stars of Tiandao Sect.
It is said that when he was born, he caused strange phenomena in the world and was blessed with great luck.
A ray of innate purple energy came with him, which became the starting point of his invincible journey.
He entered the practice of Tiandao Sect since he was a child, and made great progress all the way, and soon became a famous genius in the South Dou Territory.
"Why do you, a member of the Tiandao Sect, interfere with my affairs in Miao territory?" Lan Yan asked.
Mo Yuan was neither humble nor arrogant, and said calmly: "Senior, I have misunderstood. I only represent myself and have nothing to do with Tiandao Sect."
"The reason why I agreed to help Priest Chuan was just because he promised to give me benefits."
"Besides, didn't Senior also invite outsiders?"
"It's best this way." Lan Yan said coldly.
She glanced at Fang Ling next to her daughter, feeling slightly worried.
Although she knew that Fang Ling was very powerful and the person behind him could even directly seal the death curse, his strength must far exceed hers.
But he was too young after all, only in his early twenties.
And this Mo Yuan from the Tiandao Sect is already in his forties.
He has been practicing for twenty years compared to Fang Lingduo. At the same time, he is also quite good and has the reputation of being a genius.
Whether Fang Ling can stop him is really unknown.
"I wonder where you come from?" Mo Yuan looked at Fang Ling, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.
Fang Ling was invited by the Lan clan as a foreign aid, but Mo Yuan didn't think he was a weakling.
But it stands to reason that he should have heard about the powerful people of this age and this level of strength in the domain.
However, Fang Ling's temperament, appearance, and energy fluctuations on his body were extremely unfamiliar to him, and he could not correspond to any successor of a major force.
"Just a casual person." Fang Ling said calmly.
Mo Yuan laughed: "This is boring..."
"If you don't want to tell me, then I'll ask for advice myself later."
"I will know it as soon as you take action."
At this time, Fang Ling heard the message from Priest Lanyan.
"This man is a well-known genius in the region and should not be underestimated."
"His cultivation has reached the early stage of Yuheng, and he is blessed with good luck. When he was born, he was accompanied by a wisp of innate purple energy."
"The innate purple energy is a supreme gift from heaven and earth. Although there is only one wisp, it is quite terrifying."
"This ray of innate purple energy is integrated into his spiritual power. With this spiritual power, the power of any magical power he uses can be multiplied, and his combat effectiveness is unparalleled."
"You must be careful when fighting him later."
Fang Ling hummed lightly and said nothing more.
The two sides stood at a distance and waited patiently.
Half an hour later, the top of the mountain flashed with bright colorful lights.
The first restrictive circle surrounding the Witch Temple disappeared.
This means that the Witch Temple is officially opened.
The people from the Lan tribe immediately climbed onto the backs of the red flame birds and flew towards the top of the mountain.
The people from the Sichuan tribe also sat on the green-scaled beast and rushed to the witch temple.
"Go!" As the priests of the two tribes ordered at the same time, everyone rushed in.
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