Unlike the anger of the Fuqing Sanren, Xiao Ziyang suddenly saw that the Fuqing Sanren had three points of surprise.

At the beginning, he had a feud with the Fuqingsan people because of the two pillars, but later the two pillars did not die, but instead got a blessing in disguise and obtained the chaos spirit root, Xiao Ziyang's hatred for the Fuqingsan people faded a lot. Moreover, he fought against the Fuqing Sanren and almost never suffered a loss. This made him not have much hatred for this former enemy.

This time he returned to Xiliang, Xiao Ziyang found that the entire Xiliang Kingdom Immortal Cultivation Realm had been changed beyond recognition, and everything that was familiar in the past had almost completely been destroyed by Chengtianmen. At this time, when he suddenly saw the old man of Xiliang, he even felt three points of kindness in his heart.

Seeing the magic weapon released by the other party, Xiao Ziyang smiled slightly, but he didn't care. Although the mana realm of Fuqing Sanren is high, as a loose cultivator in a remote place, his magic weapon is really miserable in Xiao Ziyang's eyes.

What the people of Fuqing Sanren attacked towards Xiao Ziyang was a turquoise flying sword, which was also regarded as the best magic weapon, but it was a medium-grade magic weapon that had been cultivated for thousands of years. Cultivating the medium-grade magic weapon to the best is also something that can only be done by the loose cultivation in the Taixi region in the past.

The best magic weapon obtained by the warmth of the medium-grade magic weapon, although the power is barely equivalent to the worst magic weapon, but its essence is too weak, if it is urged with all its strength, even if it does not collide with the opponent's magic weapon, it will cause damage to the magic weapon, and it can only exert five or six points of power at most, and it must be used carefully. If the opponent magic weapon is too strong, you have to distract yourself to protect the magic weapon, and you can't even exert three points of power.

Xiao Ziyang smiled slightly, opened his mouth and spewed out the Purple Moon Flying Sword, slamming into the opponent's flying sword.

I saw Xiao Ziyang Purple Moon Flying Sword. At the same time, Fuqing Sanren was shocked, and his heart was bitter.

Fuqing Sanren was chased and killed by a monk in Chengtianmen who was far inferior to his early Yuan Infant monk, and there was no way to enter the heavens and the earth, so he relied on perseverance. The other party who grinded lost his patience and escaped with his life.

He lost his mountain gate and disciples, and fled to the East China Sea after a lot of hardships, but he was ridiculed by monks of the same rank because of his lack of knowledge and inferior magic weapons.

Feeling the power of the Purple Moon Flying Sword and the ordinary best magic weapon, he looked at the faint smile on Xiao Ziyang's face. Seeing the Purple Moon Flying Sword brutally slamming head-on towards his flying sword, Fuqing Sanren only felt that his blood was surging, and his chest seemed to explode.

Fuqing Sanren took a deep breath. Suppress the urge to die with the opponent regardless of the magic weapon, and while retracting the magic weapon, he forcibly urges the light. bypassed Xiao Ziyang. Fly away.

Seeing that Fuqing Sanren didn't want to entangle, Xiao Ziyang smiled slightly and withdrew Ziyue and let him go.

The people of Fuqing only thought that Xiao Ziyang's good luck was worshiped under the Donghuang Gate, and he was in a group with the people who were chasing and killing behind him. He flew away for a moment, and couldn't help but glance back. To his surprise, Xiao Ziyang did not avoid it, and brazenly intercepted the front of the Donghuangmen monk who was chasing him behind him, as if he was going to intercept the other party.

This strange scene made the Fuqing people a little confused. Could it be that this person is not only lucky to worship under the Eastern Emperor Sect, but also lucky to become a core disciple of the Eastern Emperor Sect? But even so. It was also extremely rude for him to intercept an elder of the division so sharply.

Fuqing Sanren couldn't help but slow down slightly, paying attention to the movement behind getting up.

The Yuanying monk of the East Emperor Gate who came quickly behind him was also puzzled, he saw Xiao Ziyang and Fuqing Sanren from a distance, the two were obviously not all the way, but this Jindan monk did not look like the most favored core disciples in the sect no matter how he looked or the magic weapon he used.

But those who can have the best magic weapons in the Jindan period are all from extraordinary backgrounds, and the other party's interception of himself with such a big thorn makes him think that the other party's identity is extraordinary. Although he was unhappy in his heart, he still slowed down his speed, wanting to hear what the other party had to say.

As for the ridiculous idea of saying that the other party is an enemy and wants to intercept him, he didn't even think about it. Even Donglaizi, who is known as the first Jindan disciple of the Eastern Emperor Sect, cultivates the Silver Jade Dao Book and has the best magic weapon, he will never dare to fight against the Yuanying Monk, at most he can save his life under the Yuanying Monk.

What happened in the next moment made the Fuqing Sanren and the Yuanying Monk of the Eastern Emperor Gate widen their glasses.

I saw that a purple mist suddenly appeared out of thin air around the monk of the Eastern Emperor Gate, and in the blink of an eye, the purple mist shrouded a radius of more than twenty miles, and at the same time, Xiao Ziyang pointed at the purple moon, and the purple moon turned into a streamer and slashed into the purple mist.

Xiao Ziyang didn't stop releasing several magic weapons and punched into the purple mist, and then he himself also plunged into the purple mist.

Fuqing Sanren looked at the churning purple mist in the distance, and couldn't help but be a little speechless, could it be that this person was so arrogant that he wanted to kill the Yuanying Monk?

After dozens of breaths, the speechlessness and disdain of the Fuqing Sanren turned into shock. The distance of more than ten miles is only a blink of an eye for the Yuanying Monk. But after the purple mist rolled endlessly for dozens of breaths, there was still no Eastern Emperor Gate Yuanying Monk standing out.

Just when the Fuqing Sanren were so frightened that they didn't know how to express it, a burst of mana fluctuations suddenly came from the purple mist that frightened him, and then, a burst of extremely explosive mana burst out, shaking the purple mist away.

It was almost non-stop, and the mana fluctuations that frightened Fuqing San's people came one after another, and exploded one after another. The purple mist was completely shaken away.

After the purple mist dissipated, the Fuqing Sanren saw a scene that he would never forget, a purple magic blade with a width of a zhang, like lightning, swept through the sky, with the power that seemed to be about to cut the slope space, and slashed at the golden flying sword in front of the monk of the Eastern Emperor Gate, the flying sword screamed, broken in two, the power of the purple magic blade was undiminished, and it slashed the talisman cover of the monk of the Eastern Emperor Gate, in his desperate eyes, the purple blade was like a sharp blade into oil, cut open the magic cover, swept over his body, and disappeared between the sea and the sky in the distance.

At the same time, the Purple Moon Flying Sword appeared behind the Eastern Emperor Gate monk out of thin air and slashed down, taking away his great head.

Xiao Ziyang flew down, and with a wave of his hand, he rolled up all the magic weapons and storage magic weapons on the other party's body, and let the other party's body fall to the sea.

Watching Xiao Ziyang put away the storage ring and the magic weapon of the monk of the Eastern Emperor Gate, and turned around and flew towards him, Fuqing Sanren felt that there was an inexplicable emotion spreading in his chest.

Fuqing Sanren tasted it carefully, only to find that the emotion turned out to be fear!

"Do you want to escape?" Fuqing Sanren asked himself in his heart, "No! never!" The pride of the Yuanying monk did not allow him to be frightened by a Jindan monk and run away!

Fuqing Sanren waved his hand and let go of the Nine Tricks True Person who was caught in the retreat by him, and said to him, "You go!"

The Nine Tricks True Man hesitated for a moment, but he didn't run away, standing beside the Fuqing Sanren and waiting for Xiao Ziyang to come. It's not that the Nine Tricks real people see death as home. This person was exquisite, and from Xiao Ziyang's previous easy letting go of the two, as well as his brazen killing of the monk of the Eastern Emperor Gate, and the expression on Xiao Ziyang's face at this time, it could be seen that the other party did not seem to have malicious intent.

Fu Qing Sanren was fascinated by hatred and anger, naturally he couldn't see this, he glanced at the real person of the Nine Tricks, and his eyes showed a little emotion.

Xiao Ziyang stopped in front of the two of them, and arched his hand towards the Fuqing Sanren: "I have seen the predecessors of Fuqing, and I am very happy to meet my old acquaintances in other places." ”

Seeing that Fu Qingsanren looked at him coldly and didn't speak, Xiao Ziyang smiled slightly: "It seems that the seniors still remember the hatred of the past." On that day, the senior disciple Yufeng Zhenren destroyed my mountain gate and killed my disciple, and the younger generation was naturally quick to kill. After that, the seniors persecuted the younger generations several times, and the younger generations were also resentful that day, and secretly swore that one day, they would take revenge. But a few days ago, the younger generation would go to Xiliang and see the devastation, and the former division was destroyed. Thinking of Xiliang's peers in the past, I don't know how many people are still struggling to catch their breath, and the desire for revenge in my heart fades. The predecessors can cultivate to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant in such a barren place as the Xiliang Kingdom with the qualifications of the five-grade human spiritual root, and they are naturally not ordinary people, so why should they hate the past and linger on it when this great disaster is at hand!"

Fuqing Sanren listened to Xiao Ziyang's words, his face gradually softened, he glanced at Xiao Ziyang with a complicated expression, and said with a wry smile: "So far, I still have the qualifications to be stubborn, but I'm just afraid that you will be stubborn......" Speaking of this, Fuqingsanren actually had a sad look on his face.

Fuqing Sanren is one of the highest cultivators in Xiliang country, even if it is a famous sect in Xiliang, he will give him three points of face, it can be said that he is the uncrowned king of Xiliang's immortal world, and he is extremely noble, but overnight, his family business was destroyed, he fled to another country, and he suffered a lot of white eyes. The blow he suffered was so great that it was conceivable that all this made the people of Fuqing San a little self-defeating, lost all their confidence, and their Dao hearts were a little unstable.

This is the reason why with his perseverance, he actually gave birth to Chong who died with Xiao Ziyang. His current state is very easy to be taken advantage of by the demons in his heart.

When Xiao Ziyang saw it, he shook his head and smiled, and said: "The predecessors are in the barren land of Xiliang, and with the resources of the Chinese people, they can enter the realm of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant within a thousand years. Now that I have come to this holy land of cultivating immortals with abundant resources and various Taoist methods, with the ability of my predecessors, I should be like a fish in water, like a dragon entering the abyss, and I can expect to turn into a god. Why did the predecessors not work hard, but instead decadent and sluggish?"

Speaking of this, Xiao Ziyang's smile faded, and his voice became colder, "Could it be that the seniors are used to being the emperor of the soil in Xiliang, and they have forgotten that it was really difficult to ask immortals with a loose cultivation body back then? The seniors don't need to worry about the juniors, because the juniors don't disdain ......"

Xiao Ziyang said such unkind words, and the face of Fu Qingsan, who listened to it, changed greatly, with shame, resentment, and annoyance, all kinds of expressions kept appearing on his face, and even occasionally flashed murderous intent.

After half a ring, Fu Qingsanren's face finally calmed down, he sighed, bowed deeply to Xiao Ziyang, and rolled up the nine real people, and flew away without looking back.

Xiao Ziyang looked at the retreat of the Fuqing Sanren gradually moving away, smiled slightly, urged the hidden shadow to escape the method, and disappeared in place. (To be continued......)