Quickly wear the cannon fodder, he made this short-lived script

He just climbed up like this, what if there was someone waiting there?

Then isn't he walking into a trap?

Moreover, although this body has strong aptitude and understanding.

But because of his age, no matter how powerful he is, he can't compare to those who have practiced for hundreds of years.

In addition, his actions just now were unintentional.

But in the eyes of those biased people, his intentions were completely obvious to everyone.

Oh, I can neither go up nor down, this... ...I am in a dilemma.

Mo Ci sighed deeply, looked up again, and stayed there thoughtfully for a while, like a cup of tea, before slowly climbing down a distance.

He estimated that at this distance, the people above would not come down specifically to check if he was dead.

Even if there was, they wouldn't come to this place. Only then did he feel at ease and start hitting the stones with something.

Perhaps because this place leads directly to the place where God fell, the cliffs are extremely hard.

Mo Ci used magic weapons, but he could only chisel it bit by bit.

He was trying hard to carve out a cave so that he could practice here conveniently.

On the other side, above the cliff, Shen Huaitian was pulled up.

At this time, a group of people stayed beside Shen Huaitian, asking him about his well-being, and even worried that Shen Huaitian had psychological trauma.

Shen Huaitian was only twelve years old at this time. He felt everyone's concern and kept looking towards the cliff. It took him a long time to say anything.

"Is Senior Brother Fang okay?"

As soon as he said this, everyone was silent for a moment, and then the eldest brother Dai Wen sneered.

"Who cares what he does? He only brought this upon himself!"

"Junior Brother, you can't be soft-hearted with him. If it weren't for him, why would you have suffered for more than ten years? He deserves to pay for it!"

Shen Huaitian frowned and opened his mouth.

"But... ..."

"Alright, Huaitian, there's solid evidence that Fang Honglu murdered his fellow disciples. I've expelled him from the sect. He's no longer your senior brother. You don't have such an ungrateful senior brother either! Remember that?"

Shen Huaitian kept looking towards the other side of the cliff, but he responded with his mouth.

"Yes, my disciple knows."

He had only been a disciple for less than half a year, and his influence was not influential. In addition, he spent very little time with his senior brother Fang Honglu.

Perhaps, this senior brother is indeed such a despicable person.

Shen Huaitian thought about it, and finally looked away, and left here surrounded by the crowd.

Second Senior Sister Liang Xuan did not move for a long time. After they walked away, Liang Xuan came to the edge of the cliff and looked down.

She seemed a little worried, and climbed carefully on the cliff and climbed down for a distance.

He could no longer bear it and quickly returned to the cliff.

Looking down again, there was only coldness in his eyes, and he said in a calm voice.

"This is the end, okay..."

Below, Mo Ci was still persevering in digging a cave for himself.

Countless pieces of rubble fell to the bottom of the cliff, and not a single sound could be heard, which shows how deep it is below.

Mo Ci didn't care too much and continued to chisel, taking this opportunity to temper his body.

This place is neither good nor bad, but it’s not necessarily bad either.

This place is called the Land of God's Fall, and there is a kind of oppression below that comes from nowhere.

The further down you go, the stronger the pressure becomes.

Mo Ci could feel that if it weren't for his powerful soul, Fang Honglu would not be able to do it with his own abilities.

If you stay in this position for less than half an hour, you will become unconscious and pass out.

Where else can I chisel here?

But this also has its advantages. Practicing in such a stressful place can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

At this time, Mo Ci was mobilizing the spiritual power in his body, allowing the spiritual energy to be consumed and replenished at the same time.

At the same time, let these spiritual energies sweep through every part of his body to achieve the effect of tempering.

In this way, Mo Ci didn't know how long he had been hanging on this cliff, and finally he dug out a hole big enough for him to sit down and rest temporarily.

He poured a few mouthfuls of the spiritual spring water into his mouth and then continued to chisel.

At the same time, Fang Honglu's master, Immortal Qingling, also returned to Yuxiao Sect with his disciples.

He couldn't wait to expose Fang Honglu's crimes of harming his fellow disciples, his sinister mind and cruel methods to the public.

He also declared to heaven and earth that from now on, the relationship between the two of them as master and disciple would come to an end!

From now on, there will no longer be Fang Honglu under the seat of Qingling Immortal Venerable. If anyone mentions him again, don't blame him for being rude.

In the eyes of others, Fang Honglu must have done something extremely outrageous to make Immortal Qing Ling so angry.

They would not think it was Immortal Qing Ling's fault, they would only think it was Fang Honglu's fault.

In this way, Fang Honglu's crimes also spread.

It was only because of Immortal Venerable Qing Ling’s words that these things were only spread privately in the end.

Some people also speculated what he had done to become like this.

In short, the name Fang Honglu was completely removed from the Yuxiao Sect.

In the eyes of Immortal Qingling and the others, everything returned to normal. Shen Huaitian no longer worried about Fang Honglu's affairs and concentrated on practicing.

His aptitude is comparable to Fang Honglu's, and now he has the dedicated guidance of the Immortal Venerable Qing Ling, so his progress is rapid.

Gradually, Shen Huaitian of the Yuxiao Sect replaced Fang Honglu.

At this time, Mo Ci was lying in the deep hole he had dug, practicing with great concentration.

Let’s not talk about anything else for now. Just take Master Fang Honglu. The person with the highest cultivation level that he needs to deal with is not someone Mo Ci can handle at this moment.

As I said, without strength, everything is useless.

He wanted to fulfill Fang Honglu's wish, and the first thing he had to do was to improve his cultivation.

As he practiced, Mo Ci felt that his speed was slowing down, so he started to continue chiseling downwards.

In this way, after an unknown amount of time, Mo Ci had already dug down a distance of no less than a hundred feet.

And below, it is still bottomless.

Today, Mo Ci came out of his cultivation state and picked up the magic tool as usual to continue chiseling.

I just didn't expect that after just a few chisels, I would feel something strange.

He looked carefully and found that where he was chiseling, there was a piece of stone that looked particularly smooth and whole.

He hesitated for a moment, then simply started chiseling around the stone.

Soon, the stone was taken out by him.

Well, it’s more like a stone egg than a stone.

The egg was about the same size as an ostrich egg, but it looked longer and heavier.

Mo Ci looked at the stone egg from left to right, but couldn't figure out what it was, so he prepared to drink a sip of spiritual spring water and continue chiseling.

As soon as the spiritual spring water was taken out, the stone egg suddenly moved.

With a jump, he overturned the bowl of spiritual spring water in Mo Ci's hand, and all the spiritual spring water was caught by the stone egg.

Mo Ci: ...

"So, you're alive?"

When Mo Ci spoke, the stone egg stopped pretending after drinking the spiritual spring water and swayed around, looking quite happy.

Any living creature that can appear here must be extraordinary.

Mo Ci looked at the egg, pondered it for a moment, and then spoke again.

"Do you still want to drink?"