Chapter 127: Changsheng Pavilion, Seventy-Two Soldiers

After chatting with Zhou Xue for half an hour, Fang Wang took Xiao Zi back to the cave of the third vein and gave the Shiyuan Hall to Zhou Xue.

After returning to the cave, Fang Wang took out the yellow-letter Sword Lord Order that the Sword Saint had passed on before. He probed his consciousness into it. When he encountered obstacles, he broke through violently.

After reaching the realm of crossing the void, his consciousness was far superior to before, and he could also unlock the secret of the yellow-letter Sword Lord Order.

According to the Sword Saint, when he surpassed the realm of concentration, he could refine this order, which would guide him to go overseas and inherit the true inheritance of the Sword Saint.

Soon, his consciousness came into contact with the restriction of the yellow-letter Sword Lord Order. He probed his spiritual power into it and refined the restriction along with his consciousness.

The yellow-letter Sword Lord Order was much higher than the disciple token of Taiyuan Sect. Although it was not as good as the Dragon Jade Ring, it felt more advanced than the top-grade magic weapon.

It took Fang Wang three hours to refine it and let the yellow-letter Sword Lord Order successfully recognize him as the master.

The moment the refining was successful, a large number of memories flooded into Fang Wang's mind.

Changsheng Pavilion!

Twelve Pavilion Masters, Twenty-four True Men, Seventy-two Military Lords, and the Immortal Envoy...

This is a division of status from high to low, and each level is divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Black and Yellow. Fang Wang's Yellow Sword Lord Order belongs to the lowest level among the Seventy-two Military Lords, but even so, the Seventy-two Military Lords are also the rulers of the Changsheng Pavilion, enjoying great power and treatment.

This memory also records the affiliated sects of the Changsheng Pavilion, which are as many as hundreds. The Haoqi Sect of Da Chu is also one of the affiliated sects of the Changsheng Pavilion.

Not to mention the Seventy-two Military Lords, even the lower-level Immortal Envoy can order the affiliated sects to do things for themselves.

The status in the Changsheng Pavilion is strict, and those of lower status cannot commit crimes. Even if they are wronged, they must convey the grievances to the Changsheng Pavilion. If they act without authorization, they will be hunted down by the Changsheng Pavilion.

There is also a very special rule. If the power orders of the Changsheng Pavilion at various levels are obtained by others and refined, that person will be able to join the Changsheng Pavilion directly. The Changsheng Pavilion only recognizes orders, not people.

After accepting this huge memory, Fang Wang probed his consciousness into the Yellow Sword Lord Order again, and then he saw an illusory map similar to the Taiyuan Sect's eldest disciple token. The map in the Yellow Sword Lord Order is much larger than the map in the eldest disciple token.

Fang Wang's consciousness was raised, and he could overlook the entire continent.

Looking down from a high place, Fang Wang knew why Da Qi was called a barbarian land. Da Qi was completely a tiny place compared to the entire continent. You must know that Da Qi is already larger than China, where Fang Wang lived in his previous life, which shows how exaggerated this continent is.

When Fang Wang's consciousness was raised again and looked at the ocean, this continent became small. He saw many green light spots. As long as he focused his attention on one green spot, he could automatically read their information.

All of them are affiliated forces and strongholds of Changsheng Pavilion, densely packed, spread all over the ocean, and the scope is far wider than the continent where Da Qi is located. Just by looking at the map, Fang Wang can feel the power of Changsheng Pavilion. It is definitely a behemoth in the world of cultivation.

In the map, Fang Wang also saw other continents, of varying sizes, but the continent where Da Qi is located is by no means the largest. At the edge of the map, there is a continent that is only partially exposed, but it already looks extremely terrifying.

The Yellow Sword Lord Order has many mysteries, including communication. Fang Wang can communicate with other soldiers and personal envoys, and can also directly issue orders to affiliated forces.

He is very curious, isn't Changsheng Pavilion afraid that the enemy will get the token?

...

Time flies, and another four months have passed.

Fang Wang's cultivation level is growing very slowly. He has never felt so slow. It seems that he still has to go to the sea. The spiritual energy of the ocean is definitely not comparable to this continent.

In the Yellow Sword Lord Order, Fang Wang found the cave of the Sword Saint. He plans to go and see it later. There may be many treasures.

This day.

Fang Wang summoned the high-ranking members of Taiyuan Sect to gather at Shiyuan Hall and told them that he was going to Tianding Mountain.

"Then go ahead. Other sects have already gone there one after another, preparing to besiege Xiaoyaoxian. Sects from other dynasties are also rushing there to rescue their respective emperors." Chai Yi said.

Fang Wang said, "Actually, I can do it alone."

Yang Yuanzi frowned and said, "Don't be careless. What if Xiaoyaoxian has a backup plan, or other immortal forces take advantage of the fact that you are both injured and attack you, what should you do?"

Fang Wang thought it made sense.

Zhou Xue, who was sitting on the mat of the head sect, said, "In that case, the deputy head sect will personally select people to accompany Fang Wang to kill Xiaoyao Old Demon."

Hearing that Chai Yi was following, everyone immediately had no objection.

Zhao Chuangan took the initiative to find Chai Yi and said that he would also accompany her, and Chai Yi did not refuse.

Half a day later, Fang Wang, Chai Yi, and Zhao Chuangan led 5,000 disciples to fly to the northern border. The weakest of these disciples was in the Shaping Spirit Realm, among whom there were more than 500 in the Spirit Pill Realm and more than 100 in the Mysterious Heart Realm, including many elders from various sects.

Zhao Chuangan flew in front with a sword, holding a large flag in his hand, attracting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, forming a layer of wind and waves that covered everyone, greatly increasing their flying speed and saving spiritual energy.

Fang Hanyu flew side by side with Fang Wang, and his face was still covered with a cloth to avoid being scary.

"What are the chances of winning?" Fang Hanyu asked softly.

Fang Wang looked straight ahead and said calmly: "Fifty percent."

Fang Hanyu was silent.

Along the way, other disciples frequently looked at Fang Wang, including Ye Xiang, who had grown up, because they all knew that the battle at Tianding Mountain was the decisive battle between Fang Wang and Xiaoyao Old Demon, and their role was just to support.

Xiaoyao Old Demon was the one who easily defeated Xu Qiuming!

Of course, they were full of confidence in each other, but they were just curious about how grand this battle would be.

"When will you go south?" Fang Hanyu suddenly asked again.

Fang Wang glanced at him and said, "What? You want to be with me?"

Fang Hanyu hummed: "Of course not, I'm just curious."

"It won't be long." Fang Wang replied.

The spiritual energy of this continent can no longer satisfy him. Even if the dragon veins are awakened, the spiritual energy is only suitable for low-level monks.

When he goes overseas, he plans to find an island and open up his own cave, just like the great powers of the past and present. Perhaps one day, when he leaves, his cave will become a secret place for future generations to explore, just like the Great Sage Cave. , It’s like falling into a secret realm.

The two brothers started chatting about each other, and Fang Hanyu also wanted to go south to seek opportunities. In the end, the brothers decided to go together so that they could take care of them.

…

In the northern border, Zenith Mountain, a violent storm and snow were blowing wantonly. A monk was sitting on a mountainside meditating. They formed a formation to isolate themselves from the wind and snow.

They came from Dachu Haoqi Sect. Ya Taoist and Xu Guang were meditating in front of the fire. Yang Jin'er, who had communicated with Fang Wang in Falling Sky City, was also here.

"When do we act? Can we save the emperor?" Yang Jin'er asked. She was still wearing yellow clothes, her makeup was more exquisite than years ago, and there was a white tiger lying beside her.

Xu Guang said expressionlessly: "We are no match for Xiaoyao Immortal. We can't be anxious. We will wait until Fang Wang fights with Xiaoyao Immortal before we take action."

Yang Jin'er clicked her tongue and said in surprise: "You are really full of confidence in Fang Wang. It seems that Fang Wang has really scared you to death."

Hearing this, Xu Guang couldn't help but glare at her, but she glared back unceremoniously, making Xu Guang have no choice but to endure it.

Yang Jin'er sighed, spread his hands and said, "I should have made good friends with Fang Wang back in Falling Sky City. It's a pity that now he is the number one monk in the Seven Dynasties. Even if I fawn over him, he probably won't look down on me."

Back then, she was practicing on the same floor of the training tower as Fang Wang and Hu Poxie. Although she was interested in Fang Wang, she didn't show too much enthusiasm.

Who would have thought that in just a few years, Fang Wang would transform from the first genius of the Seven Dynasties to the greatest monk of the Seven Dynasties.

Xu Guang's face was extremely ugly, because Fang Wang's reputation as the number one monk in the Seven Dynasties came from stepping on their master and apprentice.

Taoist Ya ignored Yang Jin'er. He meditated on the edge of the formation and looked into the distance.

The altitude here is extremely high, the sky is dark, and the distant peaks are like looming monsters. The Yadao people can feel an extremely oppressive momentum.

He was secretly frightened, what was the realm of Xiaoyao Immortal?

Taoist Ya is at the third level of Crossing the Void Realm. At this moment, he cannot judge whether Fang Wang or Xiaoyao Xian is stronger or weaker, because they are both far stronger than him.

"Ji Rutian, where did you come from, and how did you lure out an old monster like Xiaoyaoxian?"

Taoist Ya thought silently, and when he thought of Ji Rutian, he felt uneasy.

He always felt that Ji Rutian would not treat Haoqi Sect kindly, but Haoqi Sect could not help Ji Rutian at all, and Ji Rutian showed his kindness and made all the weak elders bow their heads.

At this moment, not only Haoqi Sect, but also more than twenty sects on the edge of Tianding Mountain, most of them are here to rescue the emperor of their own dynasty. Of course, for them, the emperor is not absolutely necessary to save, they are just pretending to investigate. Xiaoyao Xian's plan was therefore completely inactive.

All sects are waiting for someone!

Daqi Sword Master, Fang Wang!

Zenith Mountain, central area.

On the cliff, Xiaoyao Immortal was sitting on a stone platform meditating, with eighty-one large flags suspended above his head. Each flag was printed with a different pattern of exotic animals, fluttering in the wind and making a hunting sound.

The Emperor Dachu in the cage couldn't help but ask: "There are so many monks' auras from all directions, why do you let them go?"

Da Chu had transformed into a dynasty of cultivating immortals more than a hundred years ago, so the Da Chu emperor had the highest cultivation level among all the emperors. He could feel some monk auras, approach from time to time, and then quickly slip away.

Xiaoyao Immortal did not open his eyes and said with a contemptuous smile: "Since they want to watch the fun, then come. When I capture Fang Wang as a sacrifice, they will also be sacrifices at that time."

The Northern Emperor mocked: "You claim to be an immortal, but you still want to sacrifice to heaven?"

"Mortals are mortals. I don't have time to explain to you. You are destined to die anyway. Think about your regrets and don't do it again in the next life."

Xiaoyao Xian hummed, his words contemptuous.

Xu Qiu Ming suddenly said: "If you let Fang Wang go for a year, you will regret it. Tian Yuan Bao Ling is just the world's view of him. His talent is definitely not defined by Tian Yuan Bao Ling."