Chapter 180 Xu Qiuming's Shock, Fang Jing's Thoughts

The sky was overcast with dark clouds, thunder rumbled faintly, and a drizzle of rain fell, sprinkling on a vast island. The mountains on the island were undulating, and the figures of demon birds could be seen flying everywhere.

Cities were dotted on the island.

In one of the cities surrounded by green mountains, the streets were prosperous, and the monks who came and went either wore straw raincoats or used magic tools to avoid the rain, which was not affected at all.

In an alley, a man in black was holding a paper umbrella and walking down the blue stone steps. He had a sword on his waist, and the rain fell on the scabbard and evaporated directly, turning into wisps of white gas.

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

"Xu Qiuming."

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

After leaving Daqi for many years, Xu Qiuming's appearance has not changed much. Although he is a little taller, he still looks like a teenager of sixteen or seventeen, but his eyes are sharp and full of vigor.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened and Xu Qiuming stepped into it.

Inside the house was a bright hall with many cultivators. Some were looking at treasures, some were holding secret books, and some were sitting opposite each other drinking. He heard the noise only after he took seven steps forward.

The door closed automatically, and Xu Qiuming walked into the hall. There were many areas in the hall. There were bookcases on the walls, and a square mahogany table in the center. Two old cultivators were doing accounts.

At first glance, this place did not seem to be a place where cultivators gathered, but a hidden place for people in the martial arts world.

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

The old man was wearing cloth, his nose was red, his eyes were blurred, and he looked drunk. He looked up at Xu Qiuming and said, "It's you again. How can it be so fast? What you want is a magic weapon, and it has to be a sword. It's hard to find. Wait a little longer. I have passed your request to the upper level. The Demon Lord values ​​you very much and will help you find it sooner or later."

Xu Qiuming nodded and said, "I will never forget the Demon Lord's respect. By the way, how is the situation in Dihai? When will the Demon Lord and his men return?"

When Fang Xun was killed, many Jinxiao Sect monks also died. This matter caused a sensation in the sect. The Demon Lord led the Jinxiao Sect monks to Dihai to avenge Xuan Dynasty. Everyone in Jinxiao Sect applauded.

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

Not afraid of heaven or earth, and will never give up!

Xu Qiuming has been paying close attention to this matter since he heard about it. He is not concerned about the Demon Lord, but Fang Wang. Fang Wang is a well-known name in the Jinxiao Sect. Fang Wang is the fiancé of the Demon Lord's only disciple, and he has made a name for himself on the sea. For the Jinxiao Sect members, Fang Wang is their own.

After Fang Xun died, his relationship with Fang Wang also spread, and the Jinxiao Sect was very curious about what Fang Wang would do.

Xu Qiuming felt that Fang Wang would definitely take action, but the Emperor Sea Xuan Dynasty was too far away, and ordinary cultivators could never reach the Emperor Sea in their lifetime.

When the old man in plain clothes heard this, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of bloodshot. He picked up the wine pot on the table, drank it all in one gulp, then wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, and laughed: "It went smoothly, it went very smoothly!"

"Hahaha, the Xuan Dynasty is going to die!"

A loud laugh came, and a man came with a wine pot. When he heard Xu Qiuming talking about the Emperor Sea, other cultivators gathered around.

"Tiandao Fang Wang has taken action and killed through Xuan Dynasty. I think Xuan Dynasty is going to collapse."

"Fang Wang is one of us. He saved Ye Canghai before. His action is equivalent to our Jinxiao Sect's action."

"It's incredible. Although we have talked about it more than once, I still feel excited when I think about it now. How did he do it?"

"Xu Qiuming, didn't you say that you are also from Daqi? And you also said that Fang Wang is your savior. Tell us, what kind of existence is Fang Wang? Is he really the reincarnation of an immortal?"

"Fang Wang is less than two hundred years old. Is it true? If this gets out, the so-called Four Heroes of Nanqiong will become a joke."

Hearing that Fang Wang killed through Xuan Dynasty, Xu Qiuming immediately grabbed the man and asked what happened. Everyone began to talk at once, and they became more and more excited.

Xu Qiuming was stunned as he listened.

It was not the first time that he was shocked by Fang Wang's performance, but now he was shocked again when he heard Fang Wang's terrifying record in Dihai.

He couldn't understand how Fang Wang did it.

There were several Mahayana cultivators among the Xuan Dynasty cultivators who killed Fang Xun, and the deputy leader of Jinxiao Sect was seriously injured. This must not be the full strength of Xuan Dynasty. Fang Wang broke into the imperial city of Xuan Dynasty alone, and he was able to kill the Xuan Dynasty cultivators and make them kneel down and beg for mercy?

Is there a higher realm above Mahayana?

But even if there is, how strong must Fang Wang be to slaughter Xuan Dynasty?

When Xu Qiuming first heard about the Mahayana realm, he was extremely excited and felt that he had truly entered the world of cultivation. But it has only been a few years, and his goal, the Mahayana realm, is vulnerable in front of Fang Wang...

Seeing Xu Qiuming stunned, many people couldn't help but smile. This genius who has been very powerful in the sect recently finally lost his composure.

Xu Qiuming has been in Jinxiao Sect for less than 20 years, but he has won the appreciation of the Demon Lord with his self-created swordsmanship. He challenged the great cultivator of the Golden Body Realm with the cultivation of the Void Realm and lasted for half an hour before being defeated. That battle made his reputation spread throughout the sect.

The higher the realm, the greater the gap between each realm. For most cultivators, it is basically impossible for a cultivator at the ninth level of the Void Crossing Realm to defeat a cultivator at the first level of the Golden Body Realm. Xu Qiuming, with his cultivation base of the fourth level of the Void Crossing Realm, confronted a great cultivator at the Golden Body Realm. That battle brought great shock to all the cultivators in the sect.

After a while, Xu Qiu Ming came back to his senses. He took a deep breath and immediately turned around and left.

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

Some elderly monks looked worried, worried that Xu Qiu Ming would be stimulated. The Jinxiao Sect was still growing. Geniuses like Xu Qiuming represented the future of the Jinxiao Sect. Naturally, they did not want Xu Qiu Ming to die young or There is a heart block.

Fang Wang's achievements in the Xuan Dynasty were not only spread within the Jinxiao Sect, but also went crazy in the Changsheng Pavilion. They even began to spread to other major sects in the South Qiong Sea, but they did not spread to the world of immortality. With information barriers, the earthworm cannot hear the fight between the goshawks.

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Above the vast mountains, dust was flying, and countless monks were suspended in the air, or standing on the top of the mountains and forests, all looking in the same direction. It was a mountainous wilderness, with no trees for miles around, and a wide field of vision.

A man in a purple robe stood there blankly, his eyes widened, his whole body trembling, and his face covered in cold sweat. The robe on his body was embroidered with unicorns. He was so domineering, but his posture at the moment seemed fragile and humble.

A fist was reflected in his pupils.

The fist stopped in front of his face, less than twenty centimeters away. Looking from the fist to the back of his head, a huge hole had been punched through the majestic mountain several miles away. Dust was flying, and gravel was still sliding down. And down.

The owner of this fist was clearly Fang Wang.

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

Fang Jing's hair was blown into a mess. His eyes widened and his mouth opened unconsciously. He looked at the purple-robed man for a while, and then looked at Fang Wang for a while.

He has been practicing the true power of heaven for half a year and has a certain understanding of spiritual power. He is no longer the ignorant boy he was at the beginning.

When the purple-robed man attacked earlier, his aura made him tremble with fear and instinctive fear.

However, in his eyes, the purple-robed man who was arrogant and powerful was frightened by his uncle's punch. Three of his souls flew away and two of his souls flew away. He stood on the ground blankly, trembling.

Fang Wang's right fist advanced slowly, and the man in purple robe was so frightened that he knelt down. He put his forehead on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Senior Tiandao...I was wrong!"

Wow——

The tens of thousands of monks who were watching made a noise, but unexpectedly the man in purple robe lowered his head.

You must know that this purple-robed man is an eighth-level monk in the Mahayana realm and has lived for more than nine hundred years. It was his prestige and cultivation that attracted them to come together to hunt down Fang Wang.

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

In the past six months, he has swept through more than 30 sects, aristocratic families, and archipelagos. No one is his opponent. Almost all of them are defeated in one move. He has encountered cowards and strong bones. He has refused to beg for mercy, but he has never Killed.

He had already killed too many people in the Xuan Dynasty before, and there was no need to kill anymore. If he continued to kill, he and Di Hai would be mortal enemies, which would be disadvantageous.

He does not kill now, but only defeats him, which will make all the forces in the Imperial Sea resent Xuan Chao for provoking him.

The purple-robed man raised his head and said in horror, "I don't know... Xuan Chao didn't say anything. He only said that you massacred more than two million monks, humans and gods... Damn it, Xuan Chao actually had evil intentions!"

Fang Wang's eyes did not change and he said, "Are you convinced now?"

"I accept it! I accept it! Senior, please give me a chance... I will definitely help you expose Xuan Chao's ugly face. It was Xuan Chao's fault in the first place. They saw how powerful you are, and they still want me to continue." I will be punished if I entangle you!"

The purple-robed man said excitedly that the monks who were watching the battle were of high cultivation and had superhuman hearing. They heard the conversation between Fang Wang and the two, and they all started talking.

Xuan Chao actually concealed such important information. What was he trying to do?

Let them die?

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

Fang Jing turned around and looked at the man in purple robe, who just raised his eyes to face Fang Jing.

Facing this young man, the man in purple robe forced a smile and showed an amiable expression, which made Fang Jing stunned.

In the year when he was taken back to the Xuan Dynasty Palace, he had seen too many ugly faces. Even the middle-aged palace maid who took care of him would occasionally lose control of her emotions and blame his father.

Now, he follows his uncle, and no one dares to turn their back on him, even if their back is turned to his uncle.

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

Fang Wang stepped into the sky in a few steps. The monks in front of him all gave way and did not dare to stop him. Some even bent down to salute Fang Wang.

Xiao Zi looked at Fang Jing and saw that he was worried, so she couldn't help but ask: "What are you thinking about?"

Fang Jing replied: "I am thinking about Aunt Qi who takes care of me in the palace. I wonder what her condition 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 closing your eyes tightly and didn't see it. But I saw the young master using the wind of fists to send her off the battlefield. Although I don't know her condition after landing, based on the young master's If you don't want to kill her, she won't die. As for whether she can escape Xuan Chao's punishment, it depends on her personal fate. We can't take her with us. "