Clouds were thick, thunder was faint, and a light rain fell, spilling onto a vast island, where the mountains were undulating, and the figures of demon birds could be seen flying everywhere.

Cities dot the islands.

In one of the cities, surrounded by green hills, the streets were bustling, and the monks who came and went were either dressed in robes or using magic tools to shelter from the rain.

In an alley, a man in black walked down the bluestone steps with a paper umbrella, wearing a sword at his waist, and the rain fell on the scabbard and evaporated directly, turning into a trace of white gas.

He walked all the way to a roof, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door, and an old voice came from inside: "Who knocked on the door?" ”

"Xu begging for life."

The man in black spoke, and under the paper umbrella was Xu Qiu's face.

After leaving Daqi for many years, Xu Qiu's appearance has not changed much, although his body is a little taller, he still looks like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, but his eyes are sharp and full of spirit.

The voice fell, the door opened, and Xu begged to step inside.

Inside the room was a bright hall, in which many monks were watching, some were holding secret books, and some were sitting opposite each other drinking, and he waited until he had taken seven steps forward before he heard the noise.

The door closed autonomously, and Xu Qiuming walked into the main hall, which was divided into many areas, with bookcases on the walls, and a square mahogany table in the center, where two old monks were settling accounts.

At first glance, it seems that this is not a place where immortal cultivators gather, but a hidden place for people in the rivers and lakes.

Xu Qiuming walked to the front of the stage, looked at the old man in front of him, and asked, "Is there any news about what I want?" ”

The old man was wearing a cloth robe, his nose was red, his eyes were blurred, and he looked drunk, he raised his eyes to look at Xu Qiu, and said: "It's you again, how can it be so fast, what you want is a magic weapon, and you have to be a sword, it's hard to find, wait a minute, I've passed on your appeal to the above, the Demon Lord values you very much, and sooner or later he will help you find it." ”

Xu Qiuming nodded and said, "I won't forget the weight of the Demon Lord, by the way, what is the situation in the Emperor Sea?" When will they return? ”

When Fang Xun was killed, many Jinxiao Sect monks also died, and this matter caused a stir in the sect, and the Jinxiao Sect applauded the Demon Lord for leading the Jinxiao Sect monks to the Emperor Sea to take revenge on the Xuan Dynasty.

The reason why they joined the Jinxiao Sect was because of the ruthlessness of the Jinxiao Sect.

The sky is not afraid, the earth is not afraid, and the eyes will be rewarded!

Xu Qiuming has been very concerned after hearing about this, he is not concerned about the Demon Lord, but Fang Wang, the name Fang Wang is not small in the Jinxiao Sect, Fang Wang is the fiancé of the Demon Lord's sole disciple, and he is even more famous on the sea, for the Jinxiao Sect, Fang Wang is his own person.

After Fang Xun's death, his relationship with Fang Wang also spread, and the Jin Xiao Sect was very curious about what Fang Wang would do.

Xu Qiuming felt that Fang Wang would definitely make a move, but the Emperor Hai Xuan Dynasty was too far away, and ordinary monks would not be able to reach the Emperor Sea in their lifetime.

When the old man in cloth heard this, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of bloodshots, he picked up the wine jug on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and then wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Smooth, smooth!" ”

"Hahaha, the Xuan Dynasty is dying!"

A loud laugh came, and I saw a man walking over with a wine jug, and when he heard Xu Qiuming talking about the matter of Emperor Hai, the other monks gathered one after another.

"Heavenly Dao Fang Wang has made a move, and he has killed the Xuan Dynasty, I estimate that the Xuan Dynasty is about to collapse."

"Fang Wang is considered his own person, he also saved Ye Canghai before, and his shot is equivalent to our Jinxiao Sect's shot."

"It's incredible, even though we talked more than once, but I still feel excited when I think about it now, how did he do it?"

"Xu Qiu, didn't you say that Ling is also from Daqi, and you also said that Fang Wang is your savior, you tell us what kind of existence Fang Wang is, can't he really be the reincarnation of an immortal?"

"Fang Wang is less than two hundred years old, is it true or false? If this spreads, the so-called Four Masters of the South Dome will become a joke. ”

Hearing that Fang Wang had killed the Xuan Dynasty, Xu Qiu immediately grabbed the person and asked what happened, and everyone began to talk nonsense, the more they talked, the more excited they became.

Xu Qiuming listened and listened.

It was not the first time he had been shocked by Fang Wang's performance, but now that he heard Fang Wang's terrifying record in the Imperial Sea, he felt shocked again.

He couldn't understand, how exactly did Fang Wang do it?

There were several Mahayana monks in the group of Xuan Dynasty monks who killed Fang Xun at the beginning, and they seriously injured the deputy sect leader of the Jinxiao Sect, this must not be all the strength of the Xuan Dynasty, Fang Wang broke into the imperial city of the Xuan Dynasty alone, and he could even kill the Xuan Dynasty Immortal Cultivation Realm to the knees and beg for mercy?

Is there a higher realm above Mahayana?

But even if there is, how strong is Fang Wang's ability to slaughter the Xuan Dynasty?

When Xu Qiuming heard about the Mahayana realm for the first time, he was extremely excited, and felt that he had really stepped into the realm of cultivating immortals, but how many years had it been, and his goal, the Mahayana realm, was vulnerable in front of Fang Wang......

Seeing Xu Qiu froze for his life, many people couldn't help but smile, this genius who had been extremely strong in the sect recently finally lost his temper.

Xu Qiuming joined the Jinxiao Sect for less than twenty years, but he was appreciated by the Demon Lord with his self-created sword dao, and challenged the Golden Body Realm Great Monk with the cultivation of crossing the Void Realm, and it took him half an hour before he was defeated, and that battle made his reputation spread throughout the Sect.

The higher the realm, the greater the gap between each layer of the Great Realm, for most of the monks, it is basically impossible for the ninth layer of the Void Realm to defeat the first layer of the Golden Body Realm, Xu Qiu ordered to use the cultivation of the fourth layer of the Void Realm to shake the Great Monk of the Golden Body Realm, and that battle brought a great shock to the monks of the whole sect.

After a long while, Xu Qiuming came back to his senses, he took a deep breath, and immediately turned to leave.

The other monks called out to him, but he didn't look back.

Some of the elderly monks showed a worried look, worried that Xu Qiuming would be stimulated, the Jinxiao Sect was still in the growth stage, and a genius like Xu Qiuming represented the future of the Jinxiao Sect, and they naturally didn't want Xu Qiuming to die or have a heart disorder.

Fang Wang's achievements in the Xuan Dynasty were not only spread in the Jinxiao Sect, but also spread crazy in the Immortal Pavilion, and even began to spread to other great sects in the Southern Firmament Sea, but it did not spread to the Immortal Cultivation Realm, in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, there was an information barrier, and the mayflies did not hear the goshawk fighting.

……

Above the vast mountains, dusty, countless monks suspended in the air, or standing on the top of the mountains and forests, all looking in the same direction, it was a mountain field, with no trees for miles, and a wide view.

A man in a purple robe stood in place, his eyes widened, trembling all over, his face was covered with cold sweat, his robe was embroidered with a unicorn, how domineering, but his posture at the moment seemed fragile and humble.

A fist was reflected in his eyes.

The fist stopped in front of him, less than twenty centimeters away, and looked at the back of his head, and a huge hole was pierced by the majestic mountain several miles away, and the dust was flying, and the rubble was still sliding down.

The owner of this fist is Fang Wang.

Fang Wang was wearing a hat, dressed in white, holding Fang Jing with his left hand, and stopping in front of the purple-robed man with his right fist, Xiao Zi was lying on Fang Wang's shoulder, constantly spitting snake letters, shaking his head and staring at the purple-robed man.

Fang Jing's hair was blown messy, his eyes widened, his small mouth opened unconsciously, looking at the purple-robed man for a while, and Fang Wang for a while.

He has been cultivating the Heavenly Dao True Skill for half a year, and he has a certain understanding of spiritual power, and he is no longer the ignorant boy he was at the beginning.

When the purple-robed man attacked before, the momentum made him tremble, instinctively afraid.

However, in his eyes, the purple-robed man who was invincible and possessed divine power was frightened by his uncle's punch, and three souls flew away and two souls flew away, and the whole person stood on the ground, trembling.

Fang Wang's right fist slowly advanced, and the purple-robed man was so frightened that he knelt down directly, he pressed his forehead to the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Heavenly Dao senior...... I was wrong! ”

Wow –

The tens of thousands of monks who were watching made an uproar, but they didn't expect the purple-robed man to bow his head.

You must know that this purple-robed man is a monk of the eighth layer of the Mahayana realm, and he has lived for more than 900 years, and it is his prestige and cultivation that attracted them to come and hunt down Fang Wang.

Fang Wang looked down at him and asked, "Don't you know that five Nirvana Realms died in the Xuan Dynasty Imperial City before?" ”

In the past six months, he swept more than 30 sects, families, and islands, no one was his opponent, almost all of them were defeated in one move, he had encountered cowards, and he had also encountered hard bones, and he did not beg for mercy, but he had never been a killer.

He had already killed too much in the Xuan Dynasty before, and now there is no need to kill again, if he continues to kill, he and Di Hai are mortal enemies, but it is not good.

He doesn't kill now, only defeats, but can make all the forces in the imperial sea resent why the Xuan Dynasty provoked him.

The purple-robed man looked up and said in horror; "I don't know...... The Xuan Dynasty didn't say it, only said that you slaughtered more than two million monks, people and gods...... Damn, the Xuan Dynasty actually has a hidden evil intention! ”

Fang Wang's eyes did not change, and said, "Then are you convinced now?" ”

"Serve! I'm convinced! Senior, please give me a chance...... I will definitely help you expose the ugly face of the Xuan Dynasty, this matter was originally the fault of the Xuan Dynasty, they saw your strength, and even asked us to continue to pester you, their hearts can be punished! ”

The purple-robed man said excitedly, those monks who watched the battle were not low in cultivation, and their ears were superhuman, and they heard the conversation between Fang Wang and the two, and they all began to discuss.

The Xuan Dynasty actually concealed such important information, what did he want to do?

Let them be sent to death?

Fang Wang retracted his fists, then led Fang Jing forward, passing by the purple-robed man.

Fang Jing turned his head and looked at the purple-robed man, who just raised his eyes to the upper scene.

Facing this young man, the purple-robed man forced a smile, revealing an amiable expression, and Fang Jing was stunned.

In the year he was arrested and returned to the palace of the Xuan Dynasty, he had seen too many ugly faces, and even the middle-aged palace maid who took care of him occasionally couldn't control her emotions and complained about his father.

Now, he follows his uncle, and no one dares to throw a face at him, even if his back is to his uncle.

A seed was gradually planted in Fang Jing's heart.

Fang Wang stepped into the sky in a few steps, and the monks in front of him avoided one after another, not daring to stop them, and some even bent down to salute Fang Wang.

Xiao Zi looked at Fang Jing and saw that he was preoccupied, so she couldn't help asking, "What are you thinking?" ”

Fang Jing replied: "I'm thinking about Aunt Qi who took care of me in the palace, I don't know what her situation is now, whether she is dead or alive......"

Xiao Zi blinked and said: "When you were in the palace, you were so scared that you kept your eyes closed and didn't see it, but I saw that Gongzi sent her out of the battlefield with the wind of his fist at that time, although I don't know her situation after landing, but with Gongzi's ability, I don't want to kill her, she naturally won't die, as for whether she can escape the Xuan Dynasty's questioning, it depends on her personal life, we can't take her." ”