The power of Shinto lies in subtle influence and control over a range.

Fang Yuan has clearly understood this point at this time.

It’s like this singular mountain god, as long as there is a heart, everything that happens in the mountain of Chapeng is concealed by his eyes and ears, and even can be blessed by the public in the Chobe Mountain area, like the previous patrols. Law, without his support in the dark, the power must be smaller.

And, this mountain is treasured and all know. The rare birds and beasts must listen to him, and the magical powers are not too big.

But to say weak, it is really weak.

After all, it is a yin god, it can't exist in the world for a long time. Of course, with this level of God, it may still be possible to break through the restrictions for a short time.

But a yin god, still emerging, is not rushing to send food to Fang Yuan?

Therefore, He can only do auxiliary work, and at the most, drive out the beast demonstrations.

"Not only that... This mountain **** land, especially the human gods like the city walls, must be enshrined in the dynasty, so many heroic officials who die every year, the position of the monarch is limited, and the parties must be balanced. It's not easy, so in the Shinto, the competition is fierce... just like this time the Chaplin Mountain God and the City."

The information about these is still just a dream of Fang Yuan, compiled from the memory of Qin Yi.

"This is the mountain god. Before the death, it was also a big member. It was a clear hope, and the disciples were also very effective. This was only the case of the book... This is still something hundreds of years ago..."

Looking at the army composed of birds and beasts, Fang Yuan played a red-red sword in his hand and leisurely sighed: "Unfortunately... this form of longevity, I don't want it!"

call out!

Within the real dreams, the shadows of the Eight-Door Swords are trembled, and the sword of the fire is even more dazzling and shining.

Hey!

At the next moment, the red-red swords suddenly burst out from the square, as if the raindrops fell.

Hey!

Blood is flying, screaming and screaming, and mixed with fire!

Even though Fang Yuan can't have a complete fire martial art at this time, but only a few swords, it is enough to kill the master of Wu Zong level!

At this time, the swords are all in one, not only the beasts, but even the entire forest is burning with flaming flames.

This fire is not a fire, but a fire. It is contained in the red-red sword. The stars are a little bit general, and they are spreading outwards, and there is another blazing fire.

In the red burning fire, there seems to be a scream of sorrow, and it gradually becomes thin until it disappears.

“So weak?”

Although I knew that the Shinto is fragile, it is still a bit strange to Fang Yuan.

At this time, he carried a red-red long sword in his hand, with the dragon as the handle, the middle with the blue light, and the translucent, which is very similar to the magic weapon in the real dream.

"I am still ready to wait until the mountain gods show up, and reward him with a sword. I can't think it is so useless..."

Fang Yuan shook his head, turned and left, disappearing into the sky.

After a long time, more people in the government rushed here, watching the devastated, all speechless.

......

"In the whole world of Hui, no matter what the treasures of heaven and earth, hyacinths and others can not take it..."

Fang Yuan left the area of ​​the Chaplin Mountain, and quickly recovered his strength, but his heart was constantly calculating.

"Even if it is a special practice, and because of the different worlds, there are only some reference values. It can only be better than nothing... unless it is a certain special treasure, it must be able to be transformed between virtual and real, or can be earned. The spirit is taken away... so the same sort of investigation, the goal is very small! Qimai!"

Fang Yuan suddenly had a bright eye.

For these dreamers, any tangible and qualitative thing is cumbersome, only intangible and quality things, is the treasure that should be pursued the most!

And the gas pulse is very consistent with this!

"According to the realm of Hui, there is a qi between the heavens and the earth, for all the sects, the big ones are scattered in the country, the national pulse, the small ones scattered in the water and soil, it is the spiritual pulse, the earth's pulse! In order to survive in accordance with the official position, the gift of blessings, and the blessing of the city, the mountain god, the river, and so on, must rely on the spirit to survive..."

"The most important thing is that if you can cut off the gas, you can take it away in the soul!"

There are a few people in the hyacinth. If there is no more secret information, the possibility of playing this aspect is the greatest.

With this speculation, Fang Yuan knows what to do.

Two days later.

On top of a piece of bluestone, Fang Yuan’s body was full of enthusiasm, and the three martial arts spirits emerged, and the restoration of the heyday was restored.

"Sure enough... my abilities can make me recover quickly even if I have possession."

He stood up and looked at his attributes:

"Name: Fang Yuan

Fine: 36

Gas: 30

God: 21

Occupation: Dream Division

Repaired as: Xu Sheng, Wu Zong (three veins)

Skills: Giant Eagle Iron Body [four layers (1%)], Baidu Alchemy [One Refining], Eight Doors Sword [One Sword (10%)]

Expertise: Medical Skills [Level 3], Implantation [Grade 5]

Feel free to move, the bones of the body suddenly burst.

"In the end, it is still recovering. The feeling of holding hands and feet before, but also really wrong!"

Fang Yuan has a hunch, this feature will inevitably make him shine in the future!

"With the eyes of the hyacinth, the little pulse may not see the eye!"

"There are only those famous mountains and rivers, and the richness of the earth's veins. If it can be sealed into the soul and brought into the big dry, it should be a good material, or ... cultivation of food?"

Fang Yuan began to think: "I knew this before, it shouldn't be so direct before, so I have to win the Chaplin Mountain God, and I will investigate it!"

He certainly has the strength to seal the pulse, but he lacks the most crucial method.

After all, the hyacinth pulled him to make up the number for the first time. How could he know that he could say everything, and he couldn’t say anything about it?

"Fortunately, March is still a long time, and some are opportunities to try again!"

Fang Yuan looked in a certain direction and looked quiet.

......

Jin Longze.

This is the largest lake in the country, bordering several large counties, the waterways are vertical and horizontal, and the products are rich, which is very supportive of a large group of people nearby.

Of course, the most famous here is still a water god, Jin Longjun!

This **** became famous very early. Before the founding of the country, it was the predecessor of the dynasty. It was more effective, and it relied on the Great Lakes, and it was hard to survive the war of the rise of the country.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the monarch sent people to check, Jin Longjun can still be sacred in the daytime, showing extraordinary, so it is still given a book, in fact, is to draw.

"This is a singer, but it is a party in the Shinto!"

In Fang Yuan’s view, relying on the power of the great powers, the monarchs of the lord of the country are naturally murdering and mastering the power of the lower-level city land.

However, in the face of the ancient gods such as Jin Longjun, especially with a moderate pulse, even if they can't compete with the power of the state, they are enough to protect themselves. This is somewhat powerless.

This Jinlongjun is the town of the martyrdom in the martyrdom of the country. Not only is he the boss, but he also shelters the subordinates of the Hebi Water God. The forces are different.

Fang Yuan has a goal, all the way to carry out light work, specifically looking for ways to travel inaccessible, after the scope of Jin Longze, slowly slow down.

Three days later, he turned over a hill and there was a ferry in front.

Around, people are getting more and more, Fang Yuan went to the official road, pretending to be a tourist on a long journey, and came to the ferry.

"Feng wave crossing?"

Looking at the name on the old wooden sign, he came to the dock: "Is this Changliu River? I want to hire a boat and go to Jinlongze!"

At this time, he said that it is naturally the official language of the martyrdom contributed by Qin Yi, the words are round and round, with the accent of the country.

The fisherman around the boat suddenly became a bit awesome: "Small Alang is going to Kanazawa Lake? There are two days of water going on here, and it costs twenty dollars!"

The coins of the fierce country are like a knife, with a small hole at the end, which can be stringed together.

Fang Yuan took out twenty pieces of knife coins, which is also the contribution of the dead ghosts. The light is clear and bright, and people look like it when they look at it.

"A Lang is not a national capital, the atmosphere!"

This kind of new currency is full of weight, not adulterated, and one can even reach two old coins. The eyes of those boatmen suddenly light up.

After looking at each other's eyes, an old fisherman came out: "If you don't give up, you can take the old man's boat!"

"Oh, you are……"

Fang Yuan glanced at it and saw the boss of the ship forty years old, but after a long period of hard work, his hair was white, some were old, and his hand was thick, and his strength was not small. He was a good man.

"The boatman, is there a name? Alang called me fish to do the bowel movement!"

The old man smiled and led Fang Yuan to a seemingly worn-out, but quite solid boat. He began to anchor, sail, and leave the port. Every move was methodical and had a pleasing fluency.

"Well? Are you awakened to the truth?"

Fang Yuan’s eyes glimpsed. When he saw this person’s action, he had a vague water vapor and turned into a black fish. He couldn’t help asking.

"The guest's eyes are like a torch. The old man has a black scorpion. When he was young, he was lucky enough to smelt a scale of black fish. It didn't make much use. It was able to add some water and feel the water flow..."

The fish is big and laughs.

People like him, with poor qualifications and no backstage, can open the path of cultivation, which is quite good.

This is so, there is no bonus to the official air transport, it is extremely difficult to break through, it is slightly stronger than the average person, and it has a little help.

The water is flowing, because it is down the river, the boat is very fast, and Fang Yuan has a big chat with the fish.

“Where is the guest going to Jinlongze, is it to dry up?”

"By God!"

"That is!"

The fish is a big chest: "Our Lake Dragon of Jinlongze is the most effective god! It is..."

I don't know what to think of, and my face is a bit stunned. Looking at the river, I am silent.

‘It’s that the subordinates often harass the ground, and the people’s lives are not good...’

Fang Yuan silently added a sentence: ‘But here is the spread of the Kanazawa water system, of course you dare not say...’

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