"It's not a hallucination. It happened before …"
Fang Xing frowned as he picked up the blood-stained golden feather. He was sure that what he saw just now was not a hallucination. The Great Golden Crow and the others had indeed been in a fierce battle here. They were forced into the ancient temple by a group of swordsmen who called themselves the "Sword of Longevity", who were dressed in white robes and wore grimacing masks. They called themselves the "Sword of Longevity" and forced them to escape into the ancient temple that unexpectedly appeared in the valley. That scene was accidentally imprinted by the thick fog, and then he, who entered the valley to look for them, accidentally saw it. In fact, that scene had already happened a long time ago.
"What's the background of those bastards who call themselves the Sword of Longevity?"
Fang Xing frowned. From that scene, it was not difficult to guess that the Golden Crow and the others had escaped into the Abyss of Demons. They initially wanted to avoid the pursuit of Lv Fengxian and the disciples of the 12th Floor of Baek Ok-kyung. However, they did not expect to be ambushed by this group of mysterious people and suffered a great loss. In the end, Wang Qiong was seriously injured and captured, while the Golden Crow and the others escaped into the unknown ancient temple …
He had traveled extensively for so many years and was considered knowledgeable. When he came to Baek Ok-kyung, he even learned about the major sects and orthodoxies in the southern region of China. However, he had never heard of the Sword of Longevity. However, the group of white-robed cultivators displayed such terrifying strength. Their Sword Principles were sinister and their Dharma Access was strange. They even surpassed the strength of the 12th Floor of Baek Ok-kyung. How could they be unknown people?
The various questions caused Fang Xing's brows to knit together tightly.
He subconsciously wandered around the valley. However, after a while, he did not see any other images.
Apart from the thick fog, the valley seemed to be no different from an ordinary valley.
The images were cut off at that moment. He did not know what happened after the Golden Crow and the others escaped into the ancient temple, nor did he know where the ancient temple went. He searched the area, but there was only dense fog, weeds, and dead trees in the valley. How could there be anything else?
He knew that the ancient temple would not appear again. It was even possible that the ancient temple was not here at all.
He was only able to see the ancient temple and the other illusions here because he had coincidentally captured a few paintings.
"I'll ask the little monk when I get back. That ancient temple is really mystical, he might have heard of it …"
Fang Xing thought to himself as he walked back with a frown. However, just as he took a step forward, a change occurred.
The surrounding mist had unknowingly become much denser, and it surged faintly like the ebb and flow of the tide. Behind Fang Xing, a black mist that was like a serpent slowly grew out from the dense mist without a sound, and it slowly slithered towards him. This change was extremely strange, and Fang Xing actually didn't notice it in the slightest. Only when this dense mist had already arrived behind him did it explode with a bang, and a sword light flashed into appearance.
The sword light was extremely sharp and contained a powerful technique. It was aimed at the back of Fang Xing's head.
What was terrifying was that even though it was already pointing at the back of Fang Xing's head, there was still no fluctuation of Qi.
It could even be said that there was not a hint of murderous aura leaking out!
A sword piercing through the brain would cause the greatest damage to the body and soul!
Buzz …
At this moment, the Dragon Pattern Ominous Saber hanging at Fang Xing's waist suddenly roared and took the initiative to warn him.
"What's that?"
At this moment, Fang Xing suddenly became alert. He turned his body and raised his foot to kick out.
There was a loud boom!
That flash of sword light brushed past his cheek, and then he felt that his foot had stepped on a black shadow. He could clearly feel that the shadow's figure swayed, and then leaped up on the ground, diving into the black fog. Then, the fog swirled rapidly, trying to blend into the fog that originally existed in the valley and escape quietly. However, Fang Xing was greatly alarmed. Since he was already vigilant, how could he let them escape so easily?
He shouted, "Stay here!"
He held the Dragon Pattern Ominous Saber with both hands and slashed towards the fog in front of him.
This saber slashed forward with all his strength, creating a gap of more than a hundred feet in the thick fog in the valley.
"Good, it's indeed a deal to cut four realms …"
In the thick fog, an old voice shouted loudly, and then the voice seemed to be blown away by the wind, drifting away and disappearing without a trace.
Fang Xing rushed a few steps, and when he looked down, he saw a pool of blood on the ground, but there was no one around.
"Who has such great ability to get so close to me without me noticing?"
Fang Xing became alert and slowly looked around.
Just now, although his mind was full of thoughts about the ancient temple, it was indeed extremely dangerous. If it was not for the Dragon Pattern Ominous Saber taking the initiative to warn him, it was very likely that he would be seriously injured by that sword. He did not know what the cultivation of the opponent was, but he faintly had a kind of ruthless feeling that he could kill with a single blow. Moreover, he was extremely good at using the terrain. Just now, when he attacked him, he had used the thick fog in the valley to conceal his aura. That kind of mysterious, ruthless and ruthless person made him shudder with fear.
If he, the dignified Sky Piercing Sect's Master of the Path of Robbery, was killed silently in this valley, would it not be a big joke?
He had gone through so many storms, and yet, he was almost defeated here.
"Who wants to kill me?"
Fang Xing raised his saber and shouted. His voice was like rolling thunder, and it spread into the thick fog in the surroundings.
"No one wants to kill you for now. I'm just greeting you. I want to discuss a deal with the Longevity Sword with you, Fellow Daoist Fang …"
Suddenly, a voice rang from the thick fog in the distance. The voice was clear and unhurried, and it sounded very calm.
"The Longevity Sword?"
Fang Xing's body and mind trembled, and his eyes lit up.
He did not expect to encounter the Longevity Sword so soon. Just now, he was still thinking about where to find the Longevity Sword, but he did not expect the other party to deliver it to him so quickly. However, on second thought, he understood that it was not the Longevity Sword that was delivered to him, but he had delivered it to the other party's door. It had been at most a day since they ambushed the Golden Crows and the others. This group of people had probably not completely withdrawn yet. Since he had entered the valley to look for the Longevity Sword, he should have bumped into them …
"What business do you have? Come out, let's talk about the price! "
Fang Xing held the Dragon Pattern Ominous Saber and laughed as he looked in the direction of the voice.
"The Immortal caressed my head, tying my hair and granting me longevity …"
A soft chant was heard, and it was getting further and further away. The voice chuckled and said, "Fellow Daoist Fang, if you're interested, why don't you come out of the valley for a chat?"
"Out of the valley?"
Fang Xing was secretly shocked. Suddenly, the two Sword Demon Wings on his back spread out and flapped loudly, and he flew out of the valley. Although he could not fly here, he had the Sword Wing Demon to increase his speed, and his figure was extremely terrifying. In an instant, he stirred the thick fog and rushed to the entrance of the valley like a swimming dragon. When he looked up, he could not help but feel shocked. At this time, the entrance of the valley, where countless cultivators had gathered, had become empty. The nearest cultivator was also thousands of feet away. In the field, only the handsome little monk, whose chest was stained with blood, was sitting in the void, silently chanting scriptures. Behind him, there was a Golden Bell Cover, which covered the green donkey and Chu Ci.
Opposite him was a white-robed man wearing a grimace mask, holding a white jade sword in his hand, sitting in the void.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, greetings!"
When the white-robed man wearing the grimace mask saw Fang Xing, he smiled faintly and said, "I've heard of you for a long time. Today, we finally meet!"
His voice sounded like the person who had just spoken in the valley.
Moreover, based on his stature and aura, Fang Xing was 90% sure that this person was the one who injured Wang Qiong in the illusion.
"Are you the one who chased after the disciples of the Great Snowmountain and the crow?"
Fang Xing's heart was filled with hatred, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
This group of bastards came out of nowhere. How could they be so powerful? Not only did they drive the Golden Crow and the others into the ancient temple, but they also dared to plot against me in the valley. In the short time that I entered the valley, even the handsome little monk outside the valley was injured. Moreover, seeing that the little monk protected Chu Ci and the green donkey so closely, they must have also been assassinated.
This hatred caused Fang Xing to be truly annoyed. As he spoke, he strode forward, and the killing intent on his body surged like the tide.
"Hehe, someone paid a lot of money to buy their Longevity Talisman. We're just doing business!"
The white-robed man wearing the grimace mask said faintly, and the corners of his sleeves fluttered without wind.
"Swoosh …"
At this moment, the ground under Fang Xing's feet suddenly broke, and a sharp sword light slashed toward his lower abdomen. At the same time, the trees beside him suddenly uprooted and crashed toward him. In the trees, someone appeared and slashed at his head with a sword. In the void from all directions, seven or eight white figures jumped out at the same time, holding white iron chains in their hands, and bound him in the middle …
They were full of murderous intent!
If he was not careful, he would be in danger …
Fang Xing finally knew that the cultivation of the Great Golden Crow and the others was also extraordinary, but why did they end up so miserably in the hands of this group of people?
Damn it, this group of people doesn't play cards according to common sense at all!
It was the same reason why he killed Huangfu Daozi that year. They were a group of cultivators who were good at assassination.
This kind of killer had only been heard of among the mortals. Who would have thought that there was such a group of people in the cultivation world?
Under normal circumstances, the cultivation world was strict, and strength was respected. There should not be a group of people who specialized in this kind of business!
Fortunately, his Divine Sense was strong, and he had been careful before, so how could he be easily killed?
With a muffled roar, the two Sword Demon Wings on his back had already spread out, covering the area of 300 feet, and slapped four or five white figures away, exploding into blood mist, and all the trees flying toward him were cut into pieces less than the size of a fingernail, in which a pool of blood flowed. At the same time, he lowered his head, shouted loudly, and raised his foot to step down. On the ground, there was a white-robed swordsman who had used Earth Escape. Seeing that something was wrong, he was about to escape, but he was stepped on the ground, and infinite supernatural power poured into him.
The soft soil immediately became as hard as black iron, and the swordsman was stuck on the ground, unable to move.
"Puff …"
Fang Xing raised his foot and kicked out. The swordsman's head that was exposed to the ground burst like a watermelon, and the blood mist dispersed.
"You are really sensible. Before talking about business, you sent so many people to let me kill them to vent my anger!"
Fang Xing carried the Dragon Pattern Ominous Knife and continued to walk forward, his heart full of murderous intent.
Looking at his expression, the ghost-faced swordsman laughed softly, and then gently clapped his hands twice, as if cheering.
"You really deserve to be the little devil Nan Zhan. I knew that the Four Killing Array prepared for those people couldn't deal with you …"
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