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 with undulating mountains and flying birds everywhere.

Cities dotted 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 on the door gently, 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 and 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 higher-ups. 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.

They are not afraid of heaven or earth, and they will take revenge for any slight!

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 everyone in the Jinxiao Sect was 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 would 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 over 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 they seriously injured the deputy leader of the Jinxiao Sect. This must not be the full strength of the Xuan Dynasty. Fang Wang broke into the Xuan Dynasty Imperial City alone and killed the Xuan Dynasty's immortal world and made 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 be able to massacre the Xuan Dynasty?

When Xu Qiuming first heard about the Mahayana realm, he was extremely excited and felt that he had truly entered the immortal world. 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 had been in the Jinxiao Sect for less than 20 years, but he had won the appreciation of the Demon Lord with his self-created swordsmanship. He challenged the great monk 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 level. For most monks, it is basically impossible for the ninth level of the Void Realm to defeat the first level of the Golden Body Realm. Xu Qiuming fought against the great monk of the Golden Body Realm with the cultivation of the fourth level of the Void Realm. That battle brought great shock to all the monks in the sect.

After a long while, Xu Qiuming came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and turned away immediately.

Other monks called him, but he didn't even turn his head.

Some elderly monks showed worry, worried that Xu Qiuming would be stimulated. The Jinxiao Sect was still in the stage of growth, and a genius like Xu Qiuming represented the future of the Jinxiao Sect. Naturally, they didn't want Xu Qiuming to die young or have mental disorders.

Fang Wang's achievements in the Xuan Dynasty were not only spread in the Jinxiao Sect, but also in the Changsheng Pavilion. It even began to spread to other major sects in the Southern Sea, but it did not spread to the world of immortal cultivation. In the world of immortal cultivation, there is an information barrier, and ants do not hear the fights of eagles.

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Above the vast mountains, dust was flying, and countless cultivators 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 area with no trees for miles around and a wide view.

A man in a purple robe stood there in a daze, his eyes wide open, his whole body trembling, his face covered with cold sweat. His robe was embroidered with a unicorn, 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 20 centimeters away. Looking from the fist to the back of his head, a huge hole was punched through the towering mountain a few miles away, dust was flying, and gravel was still sliding down.

The owner of this fist was Fang Wang.

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

Fang Jing's hair was blown messy, he widened his eyes, his mouth opened unconsciously, looking at the purple-robed man for a while, and then looking at Fang Wang.

He has been practicing Tiandao Zhengong for half a year, and has a certain understanding of spiritual power. He is no longer the ignorant boy at the beginning.

When the purple-robed man attacked before, the momentum made him tremble with fear, instinctively.

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

Fang Wang's right fist slowly pushed forward, and the purple-robed man knelt down in fear. 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 watching made a commotion, but they didn't expect the purple-robed man to bow his head.

You should know that this purple-robed man is a monk of the eighth level of the Mahayana realm, who has lived for more than 900 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 Nirvana realms died in the Xuan Dynasty Imperial City before?"

In the past six months, he swept through more than 30 sects, families, and archipelagos. No one was his opponent, and almost all of them were defeated in one move. He encountered cowards and hard bones who refused to beg for mercy, but he never killed anyone.

He had killed too many people in Xuan Dynasty before, so there was no need to kill more now. If he continued to kill, he and Dihai would be mortal enemies, which would be disadvantageous.

He would not kill now, but only defeat them, which would make all forces in Dihai resent Xuan Dynasty for provoking him.

The purple-robed man looked up and said in horror; "I don't know... Xuan Dynasty didn't say, he only said that you slaughtered more than two million cultivators, gods and humans... Damn, Xuan Dynasty actually hid evil intentions!"

Fang Wang's eyes did not change, and said: "Then are you convinced now?"

"I am convinced! I am convinced! Senior, please give me a chance... I will definitely help you expose Xuan Dynasty's ugly face. This matter was originally Xuan Dynasty's fault. They saw how powerful you are, but they still wanted us to continue to entangle you. Their hearts are worthy of death!"

The purple-robed man said excitedly. The cultivators who were watching the battle were all of high cultivation and had superhuman hearing. They heard the conversation between Fang Wang and the others and all began to discuss.

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

Let them die?

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

Fang Jing turned around and looked at the purple-robed man, who just looked up at Fang Jing.

Facing this young man, the purple-robed man forced a smile and showed a friendly expression, which made Fang Jing stunned.

In the year when he was captured and brought back to the Xuan Dynasty Palace, he had seen too many ugly faces. Even the middle-aged palace maid who took care of him occasionally couldn't control her emotions and complained about his father.

Now, he followed his uncle, and no one dared to show him a cold face, even if they turned their backs to his uncle.

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

Fang Wang stepped into the sky in a few steps, and the monks in front of him avoided him and dared not stop him. Some even bowed to salute Fang Wang.

Xiao Zi looked at Fang Jing and saw that he was worried, so she asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Fang Jing replied, "I'm thinking about Aunt Qi who took care of me in the palace. I wonder how she is doing now, whether she's dead or alive..."

Xiao Zi blinked and said, "In the palace, you were so scared that you kept your eyes closed and didn't see it, but I saw the young master use the wind of his fist to send her out of the battlefield. Although I don't know her situation after she landed, with the young master's ability, if he doesn't want to kill her, she will not die. As for whether she can escape the punishment of the Xuan Dynasty, it depends on her fate. We can't take her with us."