When he arrived at Fang Ping in the no-man's land, he immediately pressed his body and fell to the ground, and the martial arts master could fly in the air as he wanted, some of which were too eye-catching, so it was better to be low-key and cautious.

If it is placed before the great changes in the world and the return of aura, there is naturally no need to be so careful, but in the environment of the resurgence of aura and the emergence of all things, it is rare to see in the past, and the supernatural martial saint hiding behind the scenes is like bamboo shoots sprouting, stubble after stubble emerges.

Fang Ping's current martial arts cultivation boasted that he could defeat any existence below the Divine Martial Saint, but it was difficult to say when he encountered the Divine Martial Saint, even if he only controlled a small Divine Skill, the weakest Divine Martial Saint also had an insurmountable gap with the martial artist below the Martial Saint.

Half a day later, Fang Ping arrived at the no-man's land not far from the Tianbei of Shanhai Town and was speechless, he released his mind and sensed the surrounding heaven and earth, the situation was not very optimistic, a few months have passed, there are still supernatural martial saints who do not talk about martial arts, and are patiently dormant in this side of the world, it is simply shameless, eating and waiting for death!

Doesn't the Divine Power Martial Saint need to cultivate? Is it necessary to be so persistent in the creation of unobtainable chances?

"Then boil it, see who can survive whom!"

Fang Ping thought to himself, this trip was in vain, there was a Divine Martial Saint who was persistently ambushed in this no-man's land, if he left with the Shanhai Town Heavenly Monument, it would be tantamount to being exposed under the nose of a Divine Martial Saint in the dark.

The husband is not guilty of his guilt!

"In fact, as long as I can cultivate to the Divine Power Martial Saint Realm, I will take away this Shanhai Town Heavenly Monument in a grand manner, and no one can help me, so why rush for a while."

Fang Ping thought about it, walked forward with vigorous steps, and arrived outside the Heavenly Monument of Shanhai Town after a while.

He saw the bronze monument standing under the sky, more than ten zhang high, this monument has no light and no luxury, the color is cold, the whole body is like the bronze black iron poured, after the erosion of time, covered with mottled rust, the breath of eternal years rushing in the face, pointing directly to the soul, as if to drag people into the unreachable flood era.

There are a total of nine monuments in this monument, with the grand power of suppressing the four seas of Kyushu, and I don't know who cast it, each of the mountains and seas is imprinted with a supreme magic in the monument, collectively known as the "nine changes of mountains and seas", imitating the most powerful nine kinds of creatures in the world, corresponding to the true dragon, phoenix, unicorn, Xuanwu, white tiger, Kunpeng, silkworm, 梼杌, tengu.

In Fang Ping's eyes, the volume of true scriptures imprinted in this "Shanhai Town Heavenly Monument" imitates the Xuanwu Divine Turtle, after cultivating, it can ask people to obtain immortality and immortality, ten thousand laws are not invaded, and the innate undefeated defense power, Shouyuan can also produce a huge transformation, just like the Divine Turtle Xuanwu, to cultivate this "Xuanwu Change", it is necessary to have the "Shanhai Town Heavenly Monument" to complement each other.

To be precise, in this "Shanhai Town Heavenly Monument", there is a ball of Xuanwu Divine Turtle's essence blood, through which the essence blood of the Xuanwu Divine Turtle can be understood in order to gain insight into the Xuanwu Divine Turtle's Shen Yun Qi machine, so as to control the true scripture of "Xuanwu Transformation".

In addition, to cultivate this "Xuanwu Transformation", you must also set foot in the Divine Power Martial Saint Realm.

Raising his eyes and looking around, when Fang Ping left from outside this "Shanhai Town Heavenly Monument" a few days ago, there were thousands of martial artists gathered in this area, all of whom had heard the wind.

Any martial artist who stands in front of the "Shanhai Town Heavenly Monument" can get some kind of reward, from exercises to elixirs, and even spiritual weapons, top elixirs, I thought that after a few months, there would be fewer people.

But at this moment, the number of warriors gathered outside the Heavenly Monument in Shanhai Town was only a lot more, probably six or seven thousand people.

Fang Ping pricked up his ears and listened for a while, and learned that within a few months of his departure, there were as many as seventeen people who had obtained the Spirit Divine Weapon from the Heavenly Monument of Shanhai Town, and there were dozens of people who had obtained the Martial Dao Xuangong from the Heavenly Monument of Shanhai Town, and there were not a few martial artists who had obtained the Martial Dao Spirit Pill.

"The exercise cheats can rub their content and distribute them repeatedly, and the spirit god soldiers, martial arts elixirs, and elixir treasures, all of them are in quantity, and there will be no more after they are distributed, that is to say, more than a dozen spiritual weapons that should have belonged to me, a number of martial arts elixirs, and precious elixirs have been given to others? Damn it. ”

Thinking of this, Fang Ping took a deep breath.

"I am fortunate to have it, I have lost my life, I have a personal opportunity, I have a personal creation, a mere spiritual soldier, a martial arts elixir, that can be compared with the Shanhai Town Heavenly Monument itself."

Fang Ping, who quickly calmed down, did not stay, and returned to Yanzhou with Fang Ying.

……

Mingyue Palace.

The scene is still the same.

Fang Ping, who entered the Bright Moon Palace, released his divine sense.

The artistic conception of martial arts is closely related to spiritual power, and the furnace cultivation of the hundred scriptures has taken a big step, controlling the thirty-eight kinds of martial arts artistic conceptions, and the cultivation has also broken through to Fang Ping, the great master of martial arts, and the divine consciousness sent out, the scope of exploration has expanded to a radius of three hundred zhang.

The flowers and plants in this range, everything can be seen at a glance, and they are meticulously presented in Fang Ping's mind.

Immediately after meeting Li Rou, Fang Ping found the Great Elder of Mingyue Palace.

Originally, it was difficult to open up the secret treasure of the human body in this life, and the great elder of the Mingyue Palace, who had set foot in the Divine Hidden Realm, opened up the first secret treasure of the human body in the environment of the resurgence of spiritual energy and the great changes in heaven and earth, and became a martial artist of the Divine Hidden Realm.

I only feel that today's Fang Ping is as deep as the sea and as grand as a mountain.

couldn't help but sigh that Fang Ping's cultivation might have reached the point where she was difficult to guess, thinking that when Fang Ping first came to the Bright Moon Palace, he was just a young man with strong blood and strong head.

After chatting a few words, Fang Ping left dozens of martial arts artistic conception crystals, each martial arts artistic conception crystal contains a martial arts artistic conception, which can be used by people to comprehend, and then control a martial arts artistic conception, which has extraordinary significance for a martial arts sect like Mingyue Palace, which has been passed down from generation to generation and has many disciples.

A few days later, Fang Ping said goodbye to his mother and flew to Fenglin Mansion.

Once famous for the method of forging swords, the sword-casting villa that crowned the Fenglin Mansion had a great change decades ago and turned into ruins. In the past few decades, there have been many rumors, some people say that the Sword Casting Villa was destroyed by demons, some people say that it is a big tree, and some people try to forge the secret technique of the innate Xuan Soldier in the Sword Casting Villa, so they will attack the Sword Casting Villa.

Regardless of the reason, in the past few decades, some people have come to explore the ruins of the Sword Casting Villa, not to mention, some people have found the divine weapons left in the corner in the Sword Casting Villa, although they are not as good as the innate Xuan Soldiers, but they are also first-class divine weapons, and some people have dug up gold and silver treasures in the depths of the Sword Casting Villa.

At this time, more than a dozen martial artists were wandering around the devastated Sword Casting Villa, led by an acquired martial artist from the Upper Third Rank Realm.

"Come on, there's something in this well."

A warrior, with both arms, pushed away a layer of ruins and rubble, and looked at the dark and gloomy old well.

"You go down and have a look." The acquired martial artist of the upper third grade realm pointed to a short martial artist and commanded.

The man didn't dare to disobey, jumped into the old well, held his breath, dug up a layer of fishy sludge, saw a few corpses, and found a piece of black lacquer, uneven, like jade not jade, like iron not iron, metal ore the size of a human head, weighing thousands of catties.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the 'black crystal iron ore' used in forging weapons, it is a special material of high quality, such a large piece, to say the least, can be sold for thousands of taels of gold. "The martial artist of the upper third grade realm, looking at the salvaged metal ore, made a judgment with convincing words.

Hearing this, dozens of warriors present cheered.

A few thousand taels of gold, that is, tens of thousands of taels of silver, is a lot of wealth for an acquired martial artist who is only in the middle and third grade realms.

Dozens of acquired martial artists of the middle and third grade realms seemed to be drunk, one by one dizzy, and fell to the ground in a whirlwind.

"People die for money, birds die for food, although this black crystal iron ore is worth a lot of money, but if everyone has a share, I will take the lion's share, how much can I get?" The martial artists of the upper third grade realm sneered and looked at the dozens of acquired martial artists of the middle third grade realm who had been drugged by themselves on the ground and lost their ability to resist, and just as they were about to kill their mouths, their ear drums roared and their deafness vibrate.

He looked up and saw a man standing in the sky out of thin air.

Fang Ping came to Fenglin Mansion on this trip, not for anything else, to settle a cause and effect, he had made a guarantee when he took the Shark Tooth Demon Sword from Sword Casting Villa in the past, and when he could in the future, he would help Sikong Hu complete the last wishes of the previous owners of Sword Casting Villa and return to Wushuang City.

Wushuang City is the holy land of sword in the territory of Daxuan, the art of sword casting is unparalleled in the world, the first generation of the owner of Sword Casting Villa is Dugu Dao, made a big mistake, only to be eliminated Dugu surname, expelled from Wushuang City, and then painstakingly forged the innate Xuanbing sword fetus, counting on the descendants to create the innate Xuanbing, in order to return to Wushuang City.

This matter was as difficult as climbing to heaven for Fang Ping at that time, but for him today, he can already try to fulfill his promise, and by the way, he can go to the Wushuang City to see what is unique about this Wushuang City, which is the first kendo holy land of Daxuan, and in addition, this Wushuang City is located outside Daxuan Kyoto, and you can also go to Daxuan Kyoto by the way.

Standing in the sky with a posture covering the heavens and the earth, Fang Ping looked at it with feeling, and happened to see the scene that happened in the Sword Casting Villa below, to be honest, he would not care about this matter, it could only be said that the dozens of middle and third-grade martial artists were too naïve, they didn't even have a little vigilance, and they died in vain.

However, Fang Ping still underestimated how strong and huge the spiritual damage caused by his appearance to a martial artist who was only in the upper third grade realm.

In that Upper Three Rank Realm martial artist, when he saw Fang Pingxiong looking at the past and the present, and standing majestically in the sky, it was like an ant struggling in the silt swamp, and he saw the true dragon soaring in the nine heavens.

Coupled with Fang Ping's joyless and sorrowless, sharp gaze, the martial artist of the upper third grade realm began to think wildly, in order to swallow the black crystal iron ore alone, he wanted to harm dozens of middle and third grade martial artists, such a shameless and despicable act, fell into the eyes of the young man who stood high in the air, would the other party kill him casually?

It's not impossible.

The more unfathomable the cultivation, the more moody it becomes.

The heart beats violently and the blood accelerates.

The man in the upper third grade realm, whose eyes were bloodshot and frightened, fell straight to the ground.

Scared to death.

Fang Ping was speechless for a long time.

Shaoqing came to the city of Fenglin Mansion, Fang Ping walked aimlessly in the streets and alleys, his consciousness was released, and when he came to the outer city, he locked a hot armory shop.

People come and go in the shop, business is wonderful, and the weapons created are all cold and shining, and the sharpness is incomparable.

The back hall of the store is a small courtyard, which has not been seen for decades, and there is no trace of the old Sikong Hu, bare-chested, wielding a hammer and beating the red-hot soldering iron, and sometimes saying to the tiger-headed grandson who has just been sensible: "This casting technique seems simple, but in fact there are many doorways in it."

Grandpa first teaches you to build ordinary weapons, you have to look at it carefully, and then you can get started when you grow up, and when you create a weapon that satisfies grandpa, I will teach you the secret art of sword casting, our family's sword casting secret art, but it has a great history. ”

The little boy nodded in confusion.

"The owner of Sikong Village is so interested."

Fang Ping was like a ghost, standing in the courtyard like he appeared out of thin air.

"Are you ......" Sikong Hu's pupils constricted, almost unrecognizable Fang Ping.

I haven't seen him for more than ten years, although Fang Ping has not grown old, but that momentum has changed dramatically, and it is not the same as the appearance when we last met more than ten years ago.

"This is Big Brother's child? Or is it the child of the second sister? Fang Ping reached out to touch the little boy's head, the child was afraid of life, and hid behind his grandfather.

"It's Jian'er's child, Li'er...... Alas, don't say it, they are all thirty-year-old girls, and they still refuse to marry. "Sikong Hu has a headache when he mentions this matter, even if he is obsessed with martial arts, he can't help but get married, this is a major human matter.

If you don't marry a wife at the age of thirty, you should be sentenced? Decollation?

"The owner of the village is wrong with this, Fang Mou is also cumin so far, and I haven't seen anyone do anything to me?"

Fang Ping expressed his opinion on the basis of reason.

After a while, Sikong Li, Sikong Jian came, became a family, Sikong Jian with a child, matured a lot, and his cultivation also entered the realm of heaven and man, Sikong Li's change was not big, after breaking through to the realm of heaven and man, his life span has improved, and his appearance is the same as when he was twenty years old, shouting "third brother" in his mouth.

Fang Ping nodded with a smile and said, "I came here this time to fulfill my promise." ”

Sikong Hu suddenly became serious, returning to Wushuang City, it was the obsession that the ancestors of the Sword Casting Villa for several generations could not let go of until they died, as the so-called fallen leaves returned to the roots, he had never been to Wushuang City, but the last wishes of the ancestors of the past dynasties, he always kept it in mind, and learned that Fang Ping came this time to fulfill his promise and take his family back to Wushuang City, excited, said:

"Wushuang City is far away in the land of Kyoto, and this place is separated by several states, I am afraid it will take a lot of time."

Sikong Jian also nodded and said: "Some time ago, the world changed greatly, and I also heard a lot of news in this Fenglin Mansion City, and now the twelve states of Daxuan are all boiling, and the undercurrent is surging. ”

Fang Ping knew what the father and son meant, looked up to the sky and smiled, the mist under his feet rose, the vitality gathered, and a light smoke supported him into the sky. Standing in the air, he condescendingly looked down at the few people below who were already dumbfounded, and said, "How? It doesn't take much time to get there, but don't take too many things with you. ”

Sikong Hu's father and son were still immersed in shock.

Sikong Li asked tremblingly, "Third brother...... Have you become a Divine Martial Saint? ”

"It's still one step away, but I can still take you to the clouds and fog, chasing the wind and the moon."

Fang Ping fell to the ground: "Give you a day, everything is ready, and then I will take you to the Peerless City." ”

……

Two months later.

Daxuan, outside the city.

Between the mountains and the recklessness, a magnificent and magnificent, the ancient city of the weather is thousands, standing below the heavenly dome, there is a great wonder on the city wall outside the city, it is full of swords of different lengths, densely packed, innumerable, at a glance, there are hundreds of thousands, millions of sword weapons inserted on the city wall.

The aura of slaughter emitted is invisibly linked with the vitality of heaven and earth, like a killing array, if someone opens this array, they can kill all the enemies who come to attack.

The method of forging swords is unparalleled in the world, and the inheritance of the sword is also an extraordinary and holy Wushuang City, which has an extremely special status in the Great Xuan, and there are some inextricable relationships with the Daxuan royal family.

Every ten years, Wushuang City will also hold a sword fighting conference, inviting masters from all sides to come to watch the ceremony, the sword fighting conference is divided into two links, one is to forge a sword, this is the craftsmanship of Wushuang City, can not be left behind, the second link is to compete in the sword cultivation under the witness of all the masters, and finally stand out, you can get the sword mastery inheritance of Wushuang City.

It has only been eight years since the last sword fighting conference, but to catch up with the great changes in the world and the return of aura, Wushuang City decided to advance this sword fighting conference, and for a while, all parties have paid attention, and in recent days, all the powerful people who have entered the Wushuang City have emerged one after another.

There is also a supernatural martial saint invited to come.

At the end of the day, the sun sets and the night covers the sky.

Sitting in front of the unparalleled city surrounded by thousands of mountains and mountains, a group of people fell.

Fang Ping let out a long sigh, along the way, he took Sikong Hu, Sikong Jian, and Sikong Li, and also brought Sikong Jian's wife and children, and his speed was somewhat affected, but fortunately, there was nothing wrong.

"Is this the Peerless City?"

Sikong Hu's eyes widened, knelt on the ground, and bowed in the direction of Fenglin Mansion: "The ancestors of the past dynasties are again, today Sikong Hu adheres to the last wishes of the ancestors of the past dynasties, returns to the roots, returns to the Wushuang City, and hopes that the ancestors of the past dynasties will have spirits in the sky and bless their grandchildren." ”

Seeing this, Sikong Jian and Sikong Li also knelt on the ground, praying for the blessing of the ancestors of the past dynasties.

Fang Ping's eyes locked on the city in front of him, and he could see that the city wall was full of swords, dense layers, and the number of constant sand was connected to the heaven and earth vitality, accumulating a killing aura that shook the heavens and the earth.

"What a peerless city!"

He was in high spirits.

……

(End of chapter)