Chapter 172 Emperor Haixuan Dynasty, Fang Wang Leaves the Island

Hearing Fang Hanyu's words, Fang Wang frowned, opened his eyes, and said, "Explain clearly."

Xiao Zi, who was rushing over, was so scared that his snake body trembled when he heard it, and he quickly stopped by the lake, not daring to get close.

Fang Hanyu took a deep breath and said, "Originally Zhou Xue didn't let me talk about this because the enemy was too powerful and she wanted to solve it herself, but I thought about it carefully. You must know this. After all, you are brothers."

"A year ago, Fang Xun and his wife and children were attacked by a group of monks claiming to be from the Dihai. More than half of the Jinxiao disciples on the nearby islands were killed or injured. Fang Xun was killed on the spot, and his wife and children were captured."

Fang Wang's eyes turned cold, and he asked indifferently, "What is the grudge?"

Fang Hanyu quickly replied, "Fang Xun's wife is from the Dihai, a princess of the Dihai Xuan Dynasty. She was dissatisfied with the marriage contract set by Xuan Dynasty for herself, so she secretly escaped and came to the Nanqiong Sea. Later, she met Fang Xun and the two got married. Zhou Xue arranged them in the sea controlled by the Jinxiao Sect, where there was a Mahayana cultivator sitting in charge, but for some reason, Xuan Dynasty found them, and the senior was seriously injured..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

He seemed to have thought of something, and quickly added: "Zhou Xue has taken care of them as much as possible, but I didn't expect Xuan Dynasty to send so many great monks to attack, and the incident happened suddenly, and Zhou Xue was not there at the time. Because of this incident, the resentment within Jinxiao Sect is soaring, you can't blame her."

Fang Wang closed his eyes, he did not show his murderous intent, and Fang Hanyu could feel that he was restraining himself.

Fang Hanyu sighed in his heart.

Although Fang Wang and Fang Xun are brothers, they don't spend much time together, but even so, with Fang Hanyu's understanding of Fang Wang, he will definitely not be indifferent.

Zhou Xue is afraid that Fang Wang will be impulsive, but Fang Hanyu feels that this matter cannot be concealed. Once it is concealed, Fang Wang and Zhou Xue may have a gap in their hearts, which is something he doesn't want to see, and in his opinion, Zhou Xue can't be blamed for this.

"Where is Fang Xun's body?" Fang Wang asked with his eyes closed, his tone colder than before.

"The body was frozen by Zhou Xue and has been sent back to Da Qi."

"No hope of resurrection?"

"No... the body cannot remain intact..."

When Fang Hanyu said this, he tried to keep himself calm.

He then said: "I heard from Zhou Xue that Xuan Dynasty has cultivators beyond the Mahayana realm, and the Emperor Sea is not inferior to the South Sea. The only difference is that the forces in the South Sea are different. The Emperor Sea respects Xuan Dynasty and has clear classes."

Fang Wang opened his eyes and said: "Qu Xunhun, come here."

His voice echoed in Biyou Island, alarming all the creatures on the island, and Yang Du and Zhu Yan, who were practicing Douzhan Zhengong, were also awakened.

Qu Xunhun flew over quickly, landed in front of Fang Wang, knelt on one knee, and said, "I wonder what the master wants me to do?"

Fang Wang looked at him and asked, "Do you know where Xuan Chao is?"

Qu Xunhun's heart was pounding at his cold eyes, and he lowered his head and replied, "I haven't been there, but give me a month, I can get information from Changsheng Pavilion."

"Go, the sooner the better."

"Yes, sir!"

Qu Xunhun immediately flew out of the island.

Fang Wang opened the formation and let him out.

"Fang Wang, are you going to attack Xuan Chao? In fact, I told you this just to let you know that Fang Xun is dead and the enemy is a cultivator. We still have time to take revenge, so there is no need to rush." ​​Fang Hanyu advised. He knew that Fang Wang was very strong, but Xuan Chao was a powerful force comparable to Changsheng Pavilion. Because it was a dynasty of luck, the number of cultivators in Xuan Chao far exceeded that of Changsheng Pavilion.

Fang Wang did not answer, but smiled and asked, "Tell me about your experiences over the years."

Fang Hanyu saw that he could still smile, so he knew that he was determined to break into Xuan Dynasty.

Thinking of Fang Wang's past achievements, Fang Hanyu stopped persuading him and began to talk about his experiences over the years.

Since he subdued the Ten Thousand Year Sword Soul, Fang Hanyu's cultivation has ushered in a rapid growth stage. He found that his attainments in swordsmanship were getting stronger and stronger. Zhou Xue also gave him a swordsmanship secret.

Now, Fang Hanyu's cultivation has reached the ninth level of the Condensation Realm and is ready to impact the Void Realm.

Although his growth rate is far from comparable to Fang Wang, looking at the entire Nanqiong Sea, he is definitely a natural talent.

Afterwards, Fang Hanyu mentioned Xu Qiuming.

Xu Qiuming began to be known as the ocean. It is said that he worshipped a mysterious cultivator as his master and obtained the most profound swordsmanship inheritance in the Nanqiong Sea. The sword intent soared to the sky. This matter was widely circulated among sword cultivators.

Fang Wang was not surprised by Xu Qiuming's rise. This guy will be a genius stronger than some ascenders in the future.

After chatting for half an hour, Fang Wang asked Fang Hanyu to stay on Biyou Island temporarily.

He closed his eyes and tried to restrain the surging killing intent in his heart. While Qu Xunhun was collecting information, he began to think about integrating his swordsmanship.

Jinghong Divine Sword Art, Jiutian Canglei Sword Formation, Tiandi Sword Intention, Shenyang Sword Qi, Zhuxian Ghost Sword, these are the great perfection swordsmanship he mastered.

He decided to use Zhuxian Ghost Sword as the main one and integrate it to create a new sword art.

Zhuxian Ghost Sword itself is a sword art with a very high upper limit. No matter how high the swordsmanship of the swordsman is, it cannot compare with Zhuxian Great Sage.

Time flies.

Twenty-three days passed.

Qu Xunhun returned, and he brought back a scroll that recorded the intelligence records of Changsheng Pavilion on Xuan Dynasty.

Fang Wang immediately used his divine sense to investigate, and Qu Xunhun hesitated and said: "Master, Xuan Dynasty is domineering and not easy to offend. At least Changsheng Pavilion dare not tear its face with them."

Xiao Zi, Zhao Zhen, Zhu Yan, Yang Du, Chu Yin, and Fang Hanyu stood aside. They all knew the news of Fang Wang's brother's death, and everyone's face was very serious.

Fang Wang did not answer Qu Xunhun. After looking for a while, he stood up and said: "I am going to Xuan Dynasty, you stay on the island."

"Master, take me with you!" Xiao Zi shouted hurriedly, and it jumped directly onto Fang Wang's shoulder.

It was afraid that Fang Wang would refuse, so it said: "When we dealt with Qingchan Valley and Chimo Sect, no matter how dangerous it was, I accompanied you. This time is the same. Whether it is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, or the Nine Netherworld, I am willing to accompany you to death!"

Zhao Zhen nodded. This trip must be very dangerous for an existence that Changsheng Pavilion did not dare to provoke, but the more dangerous it was, the more he felt it was an opportunity.

Zhu Yan, Chu Yin, and Yang Du followed and asked to go with him.

Zhu Yan and Yang Du were warlike and fearless, so they naturally wanted to go with him. Chu Yin was worried about his master.

Fang Wang said calmly: "I will take Xiao Zi with me. The others can practice on the island and wait for me to come back. This trip is very dangerous. The enemy has surpassed the Mahayana realm. It is not convenient to take you with me."

Surpassed the Mahayana realm!

Yang Du, Zhu Yan, and Chu Yin's eyelids twitched wildly.

Qu Xunhun hesitated and said, "There are hundreds of Mahayana cultivators in the Xuan Dynasty. In addition to their appeal in the Emperor Sea, the emperor can gather thousands of Mahayana cultivators with a single call. Their strength is unfathomable..."

Fang Hanyu looked at Fang Wang and hesitated to speak.

Fang Wang threw the Biyou jade card to Zhu Yan, then walked towards the sea, leaving only one sentence: "Although the Xuan Dynasty is strong, they succeeded in angering me."

Anger is an emotion that Fang Wang rarely shows when fighting against enemies, and it only appears in the Heavenly Palace.

This time, he was really angry.

Qu Xunhun, Zhu Yan, Chu Yin, and Yang Du looked at Fang Wang's back and all fell silent. Fang Hanyu hurriedly followed Fang Wang's footsteps.

Yang Du felt mixed emotions. He had been to Changsheng Pavilion before and knew how terrible Changsheng Pavilion was. Even Changsheng Pavilion did not dare to provoke this existence, but Fang Wang dared to go alone for revenge.

Knowing that it is impossible, but still doing it?

In Yang Du's opinion, if Fang Wang had the strength to overthrow Changsheng Pavilion, he would not be under Changsheng Pavilion.

Is it worth it for the sake of brothers?

Yang Du looked at Fang Wang's back and thought puzzledly.

After leaving Biyou Island, Fang Hanyu caught up with him. He did not ask to fight side by side with Fang Wang, but said: "Zhou Xue has asked the Demon Lord to invade Xuan Dynasty. Do you want to go back to Jinxiao Sect with me to discuss how to act?"

"No, you go back."

Fang Wang left these words and turned into a white rainbow, disappearing in the sky in the blink of an eye.

Fang Hanyu looked at his back for a long time before retracting his gaze, then left and returned to Jinxiao Sect.

After flying for a while, Xiao Zi took the initiative to offer to be a mount, and Fang Wang did not refuse, letting it grow rapidly and carry himself forward.

Zhao Zhen emerged from the Soul Devouring Gourd, looked at Fang Wang, and said cautiously: "Master, can you let me see the intelligence scroll of Xuan Dynasty?"

Fang Wang did not refuse and handed him the scroll.

He held the scroll in his hand and probed into it with his spiritual sense. Soon, his face changed drastically. The more he looked, the more frightened he became. His soul was trembling.

Xiao Zi could feel Zhao Zhen's fear, and he couldn't help asking: "Young Master, what do you want to do? Slaughter Xuan Dynasty?"

"Every grievance has its perpetrator. Whoever kills Fang Xun must die, and whoever tries to stop him must also die."

Fang Wang stood on the snake's head, looking at the horizon with cold eyes.

After leaving Biyou Island, he no longer deliberately restrained his emotions.

Although he didn't spend much time with Fang Xun, he was his younger brother. In addition to pursuing immortality, he also wanted to protect his family. All along, the thing he was most proud of was that Fang Mansion became a family of immortals under his protection, and his family also lived a life beyond mortals because of him.

Fang Xun's death broke his pride and fantasy.

No matter how strong he is, his family will be sacrificed, which is something he finds hard to accept.

Fang Wang is still thinking about one thing, that is Fang Xun's wife and children. If the Xuan Dynasty does not recognize Fang Xun, then Fang Xun's son will probably be in danger.

Thinking of this, Fang Wang's murderous intent could no longer be restrained.

…

Under the blue sky, a huge palace is located between the green mountains, covering a vast area, and there are monks guarding the four walls of the palace.

In a forest garden, a group of young boys and girls are practicing swords. They hold wooden swords and swing their swords with a sharp posture. The one who teaches them is a middle-aged man in brocade clothes. He puts his hands behind his waist and looks at these young boys and girls back and forth.

They are all princes and princesses of the Xuan Dynasty. Although they are young, they have all practiced their own swordsmanship. There are formations in the forest garden to resist their swordsmanship.

At this moment, in the corner of the forest garden, a young man in cloth clothes was sitting on the ground, with four wooden barrels filled with water next to him, almost as tall as he was sitting.

The young man looked only eight or nine years old, and was blocking the front with his arms. His robes were torn one after another, revealing his white arms. Then, long and thin wounds appeared on his arms, and blood oozed out. This was caused by the sword energy.

The middle-aged man noticed his situation, but just glanced at him indifferently, and did not stop him, nor did he let the young man go.