In the cultivation world, the more advanced a person is, the more he cherishes his life.

They know the preciousness of life and never put themselves in danger.

In order to cultivate resources, they tend to resort to making friends, trading, negotiating, etc., and rarely resolve them through violent means.

Salar has seen countless ruthless people, those who risk their lives for profit, and in his opinion, they are just minor characters.

The real masters are those who are extremely cautious and easily do not fight.

"This fellow Daoist, as the leader of the caravan, I, Salar, am the strongest monk here, and I am the ...... controlled by the Rong Ling Realm monk."

Syllable!

Before Salar could finish speaking, he had already received a heavy slap in the face.

The entire caravan fell silent, as if time had stood still at this moment.

Xiao Xiu, who was in the psychic realm just now, suddenly made a move and slapped the leader in the face hard.

Salar was blindsided by the slap.

He wasn't physically hurt, though his face was burning and aching.

As a monk of the Spiritual Realm, Salar was actually slapped by a minor cultivator in the Psychic Realm.

When the guards of the caravan saw this scene, they were all stunned, and they were silent for a long time, and they could hear the needle dropping for a while.

"I'm going to kill you!" Salar's face became hideous and terrifying.

Li Shuidao grabbed his feet and pulled him down, followed by a random punch to kill the old master......

Punch after punch, palm after palm.

Salar wanted to cast a spell, but before a spell could be recited, he was slapped back.

By the time Li Shuidao stopped beating, Salar had fallen to the ground, rolling all over the ground.

His cheeks were high and swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot. His originally handsome face had become swollen and ugly.

"You, you little repair...... I want you to die without a place to bury. With the curse from Salar's mouth, the earth shook.

A huge crack cracked open in the ground, and out of that crack came a large, terrifying earth dragon, its body huge and shaped like a giant pangolin, covered in metallic scales, all of which were barbed and shimmered with blinding cold light.

"It's a bladed dragon!"

"Salar's co-counsel!"

"This man is dead! He will be torn to shreds by the Blade Earth Dragon. ”

"Salar is the strongest master of the Sara family, otherwise he would not be able to make a town caravan."

"Bladed Dragon! Shred this megalomaniacal fellow. ”

The merchants shouted excitedly, as if they had seen the scene of Li Shuidao being torn in half by the blade of the earth dragon, chewed by the fangs of the earth dragon, and covered with blood.

However, in the face of the blade earth dragon, Li Shuidao was not only fearless, but even had an excited look in his eyes.

He rushed towards the earth dragon like lightning, and the slashing head and face was a punch, directly smashing into the sharp mouthparts of the blade earth dragon.

Syllable!

There was a crisp sound, and the fangs cracked.

The Blade Earth Dragon put on the Pain Mask, and this was just the beginning, Li Shuidao's fists smashed into the Earth Dragon's mouth full of old teeth like a raging storm.

One punch after another hit it all over the ground to find teeth, the earth dragon let out a painful whimper, trying to escape but the body was too bulky, chased by Li Shuidao all the way, the scale of the earth dragon was torn apart by his fist moves, blood splashed, even if it retracted back into the pit, it was grabbed and dragged out by the tail.

By the time the Blade Earth Dragon was dragged out of its cavern, it had become a dead dragon.

He was beaten to death with a heavy punch......

The people of the caravan were silent, and they were still swearing Sarar frantically.

"Is there anything stronger?" Li Shuidao wiped the blood on his face and asked.

Salar looked at Li Shuidao resentfully and said: "The caravan is no stronger, but ......" Speaking of this, Salal's eyes became extremely sharp, and even hid a trace of murderous intent: "There are countless masters in this world, if you want to challenge the strong, I can take you to a place, then you definitely have a strong man who can match your Excellency." ”

"Where?" Li Shuidao asked curiously.

"Xiantu City!" Salar said with sharp eyes.

"It's too far, is there anything a little closer, and it doesn't necessarily have to be an immortal cultivator, and a demon beast is fine." Li Shuidao shook his head and said.

Hearing this, Salar showed a cold smile and said, "Naturally, there is, but I'm afraid that Daoist friends won't dare to go." ”

Li Shuidao glanced at Salar deeply, even with his eyes closed, he guessed that this was a radical method.

The opponent that Salar introduced to him must be very strong, or very dangerous.

However, at this time, Li Shuidao was also desperate, so he could only take a risk.

"Take me there." Li Shuidao squinted his eyes and said.

Salar took a deep look at Li Shuidao, and then said in a pleading tone: "Wait until I arrange the caravan first, and then I will take you there." ”

Li Shuidao nodded in agreement.

……

Yunmang Mountains.

Zixiao Peak.

Ancestral Hall.

The most important building for a family is the ancestral hall, and for a sect, the most important place is the "ancestral hall".

Even if it is the head of Yun Wuji, every time he comes here, he has to bathe and change his clothes, burn incense and pray, and there must be no disrespect.

The Patriarch Hall is located in the inaccessible back mountain forbidden land of Zixiao Peak.

In the midst of the verdant mountains and forests, there is a solemn building, its outer wall is made of bluestone, simple and heavy, exuding the vicissitudes of time.

From the outside, it is impossible to see what the purpose of this house is, and the dark door is closed, making it impossible for people to enter.

The interior of the Patriarch Hall is spacious and bright, and the portraits of the ancestors of the sect are enshrined.

Not only are the fallen sect patriarchs enshrined here, but also the third-order cultivators of the Yunmang Sword Sect guarding here, and they usually don't go out easily.

As for the Phaseless True Monarch of the Yun Mang Sword Sect, it was the Divine Dragon that could not see the head but the tail, and it was difficult to find them unless they passed through the third-order cultivators.

The third-order cultivators of the Ancestral Master Hall only need to have a small meeting to decide the appointment and dismissal of the head of the Sword Sect.

In a secret room in the Patriarch's Hall.

Third-Order Monk Fang Shitian opened a wooden box and unreasonably placed Ye Luyuan's broken clothes.

Ye Luyuan and Fang Shitian can also be regarded as having a master-apprentice relationship, but now they are only seeing the well-dressed mound, and they are inevitably embarrassed.

"Huh?" Fang Shi Tian's eyes showed a hint of doubt, he put the broken clothes on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, his expression changed suddenly, and then a pale yellow soft flame burned in his hand, which was the medicine master spiritual fire that had appeared in Silver Snow City before.

A wisp of spiritual fire gently swept across the clothes, and a strong medicinal fragrance wafted out, Fang Shitian took a deep breath of the medicinal aroma, and his expression became solemn.

That's right! This is definitely the keel Tai Sui!

Fang Shitian turned into a ray of light and left the Ancestral Hall and landed in a mysterious building under Zixiao Peak.

This is Tianji Hall, and it is also a little-known forbidden place of the Yunmang Sword Sect.

The inner courtyard of Tianji Hall is simple and elegant, and it is quiet. There is an ancient well in the center of the courtyard, and the water of the well is crystal clear and exudes a faint fragrance. There is an ancient tree next to the well, and its trunk is carved with all kinds of strange runes......

Through the inner courtyard, Fang Shitian came to the main hall of Tianji Hall. The main hall is spacious and bright, with a quaint stone table and several bluestone benches placed in the hall. On the stone table, there are various ancient books and documents, exuding a strong fragrance of ink. The walls are covered with diagrams and runes of mathematical deduction, shimmering with a mysterious light.

In the middle of the main hall, there was a monk who was the hall master of the Tianji Hall.

The poor number of real people wore a cyan robe, their faces were old and solemn, and their eyes were as deep as pools.

He held a gossip compass with intricate runes painted on it......

Fang Shitian walked up to the poor number of real people and said with a solemn face: "Give me Li Shuidao's Heavenly Destiny Book." ”

The poor number of real people nodded, put down the compass and made a move with one hand, and the letterhead hanging on the Tianji Pavilion flew into his hand.

The cover of this book is made of black animal skin, and it is engraved with strange runes and patterns.

There is a mysterious brilliance circulating above the book of fate, as if it contains an indescribable mystery of fate

The poor number of real people solemnly admonished: "Once the Heavenly Destiny Book is opened, it is equivalent to peeking into the Heavenly Machine, and it will inevitably suffer from the curse of Heaven. If you don't want to face such a cause and effect, it's best not to open it. ”

Fang Shitian sighed and said, "How could I not know? But in order to avenge his beloved, even if the old man is riddled with cause and effect, why should he suffer from God's curse? ”

"People say that the higher the cultivation, the more indifferent it is, the seniors of the house are so cultivated, they actually avenge the disciples, they are not afraid of the curse of God, Ye Daoyou has knowledge under the spring, but I am afraid that I can also smile at Jiuquan." Qiong Suzhen said with a sigh

"I want to let go too, but I can't let go, people always have to talk about feelings." After speaking, Fang Shitian was ready to open Li Shuidao's life book.

Poor real people hurriedly said: "Senior Fang, please go outside and open it by yourself, I don't want to bear this cause and effect." ”

Fang Shitian nodded understandingly, and then took this letter of heavenly destiny and came to the small courtyard.

Then he slowly opened Li Shuidao's life book.

There were only distorted words on the book of life, and under the sunlight, they turned into countless permutations and combinations of words, and finally turned into a row of golden words.

"When the six are threefold, Jiazi fights for the land of puppets."

The first half of the sentence is about time, and the second half is about place.

Fang Shitian immediately took out the brass compass and calculated according to the sexagenary branch......

The speed of estimation is fast......

Fang Shitian's face was gloomy, as long as he followed the instructions in the book of life, he could find Li Shuidao in the depths of the Silver Dust Grassland, and as long as he found Li Shuidao, captured him and searched for his soul, he could get all the clues of the dragon bone Tai Sui.

Although the treasure of the dragon bone Tai Sui Fang Shitian didn't need it for the time being, it didn't prevent him from getting it in his hands first.

This is a treasure that even the Phaseless True Monarch dreams of.

Fang Shitian turned into a ray of light and left quickly.

However, there are a lot of restrictions on the technique of heavenly machine deduction, as long as the Heavenly Opportunity Destiny Book Dao method of the Yunmang Sword Sect finds the eight characters of the birth date of the person being counted, the calculation result is extremely accurate, but if you read other people's life books without authorization, you will inevitably be counterattacked.

The consequences are unpredictable, and the degree of danger is related to the fortune of the fortune teller.

Even the Phaseless True Monarch is reluctant to easily read anyone's Book of Heavenly Destiny.

(End of chapter)