A place with high mountains. This mountain is located on the border of Zheng State and has no aura at all. A sword light fell, revealing Fang Xing's figure. He looked at the bare cliffs in front of him, smiled slightly, and recited a few spells. A white light group emerged, with countless tadpole-shaped runes inside, and slammed into the cliff. Wave! The cliffs rippled like water waves, revealing a cave. There seemed to be a sword sound coming from inside. Fang Xing smiled lightly, flicked his fingers, and a sword flew out as well. "It turns out to be Master Nephew Fang!"
The formation opened automatically, and an expressionless Dan Jie sword cultivator came out, it was Uncle Feng Master. The opponent was originally selected as the leader of the division to attack the Tianba Gate, but later successfully wiped out the gate and used it as a guard. In terms of status, he is almost the same as Fang Xing. But both the cultivation level and the monks carrying it are superior. Fang Xing also came to see him after receiving a message from the Tianjian Sect while on the run. There are many fist-sized luminous pearls inlaid inside the cave. They are not dark at all and appear to be very bright. There is a spring in the depths, and strands of spiritual energy are constantly emerging from the spring, condensing like mist. There were several futons placed next to the spring, and several monks were sitting cross-legged. Some of them had pale faces and were obviously seriously injured. This time, the three armies were all made dumplings, so of course not a single one of them could think about it. Fang Xing glanced at it and found that there were three fake elixirs. They were an elixir-forming monk from the outer hall, and his surname should be 'Zhang'. "What is the situation? I only received a message from Feijian, saying that the old camp in the rear was defeated... Where is Master Fu?" Fang Xing asked. "The mountain gate of Ten Thousand Beasts Sect has indeed been occupied..." Master Feng shook his head gently: "But the one who took action was not Yuanying, but a fake infant monk." "False baby? I seem to have seen it in a book..." Fang Xing's eyes moved slightly. "The devil's side can cultivate a strange 'Nascent Soul' through crooked ways. If there is a pill-forming monk who can refine it, it can become a 'Fake Baby' monk. It's a pity that the fake baby monks don't have the real Yuanying Lord for thousands of years." longevity, and its magic power is ultimately inferior to that of the real early Yuanying monks..." Uncle Feng explained. Fang Xing nodded silently after hearing this, understanding that it was an item similar to his own elixir, but at a higher level, reaching the fourth level.
"Even so, it is really enviable to be able to make the Danjie monks have the power of the Nascent Soul... If the devil can refine a few more bodies, won't this war between good and evil be over?" Fang Xing asked. Uncle Feng nodded, very satisfied that the nephew had grasped the key point at once: "Such a heretic Nascent Soul is very rare and rare. It cannot be easily refined. It must be the right time, place, and people... even to a certain extent. The years will also dissipate automatically, and it can last for up to a thousand years, just like a Nascent Soul Lord with longevity. " "So strange?" Fang Xing chatted for a few more words, and Elder Zhang and others from the outer hall gradually stopped working and met them one by one. When he saw that these people all looked seriously injured, he knew that they must have gone through a hard battle before. "So...how are the sect's preparations for this war?" Fang Xing asked the most critical question. The combat power of one Nascent Soul is enough to influence the situation of the battle. This time the battle between Tianjian Sect and Wanxiang Sect has begun to turn to the unfavorable side. "The supreme elder of our sect was held back by the old monster Yuan Ying of the Wanxiang Sect... Although he could defeat the old monster, the old monster's escape skills were extremely sharp. He even threatened to use us and other pill-forming monks as hostages to attack him. I'm going to make a move to make the Supreme Elder wary..." Master Uncle Feng kept talking, but in the final analysis he said, Kuangtu Chu can't count on him anymore. "What about the righteous path of the Dajing Immortal Realm? Now that good and evil are fighting, our Tianjian Sect is also a member of the righteous path, so we should be able to invite a Nascent Soul True Lord as a foreign aid." A female fake Dan real person spoke. "Haha..." Elder Zhang sneered: "In the war between good and evil, the Dajing Immortal Realm is the main battlefield. Now there is a river of blood and reinforcements are being dispatched everywhere. Who will care about your life or death?" "What's more, even if the righteous path is united, overcomes all difficulties, and orders a Nascent Soul True Lord to come, could it be that the demonic path doesn't know how to support him?" "The Wanxiang Demon Sect really caught me off guard this time." Fang Xing looked at Master Feng: "I wonder what Uncle Master is going to do next. Can we go over the mountains together and return directly to Qi Country?" "I, as a sword cultivator, would rather break than bend... so what about the fake infant cultivator? After all, he is not the real Nascent Soul!" Uncle Feng said: "Sect Master Kong has already issued a decree. He will send a few more brothers here to gather the strength of the seven major alchemy formations. They can evolve the 'True Martial Seven Star Sword Formation', and they may not be able to fight against the fake baby..." Regarding Tianjian Sect, Fang Xing actually knows more than Uncle Feng. Sword formation is naturally a method of defeating the strong with the weak, and its internal principles are similar to those of Taoist soldiers. Fu Hongyi has three thousand Taoist soldiers, who can barely compete with the Nascent Soul Lord. If the 'Zhenwu Seven-Star Sword Formation' is set up by seven sword cultivators in the late stage of pill formation, they can even suppress the Nascent Soul Lord and try to kill him! In such a battle formation, the more people there are and the higher the cultivation level... the more terrifying the power will be. However, even the seven sword cultivators in the late stage of forming pills...the Tianjian Sect couldn't come up with it. He could only scrape together the strength of the Seven Pillars, which was a simplified version. Naturally, he could not suppress the real Nascent Soul Lord. However, the one facing him was not the real Nascent Soul Lord, but a fake baby. The two sides were evenly matched. "Master Nephew Fang... with your cultivation and combat power, even if you return to the door, I'm afraid you will be summoned."
Uncle Feng said sincerely. "Oh? Have I mastered the alchemy sword cultivation now?" Fang Xing laughed dumbly. "With Danjie-level magic power and Danjie-level sword intention, you are naturally a Danjie sword cultivator..." Uncle Feng nodded: "What's more...you killed the three masters of the Blood River Palace in the early stage of Danjie. Dan’s combat power?” "This information spreads so quickly..." Fang Xing couldn't help but complain. Obviously, the Tianjian Sect must have spies within the Wanxiang Sect, and their status is not low. Therefore, after the death of the three masters of the Blood River Palace, the news spread quickly. "I received news... that the demonic army is marching toward Senior Brother Fu." Uncle Feng said: "He is entangled by the Musha Sect monks, and it will be difficult for the army to retreat... There will be a big battle by then, and when the time comes, please invite my nephew to join us in taking action... Sect Leader Kong said, if my nephew I am willing, no matter whether I win or lose this time, I will be rewarded with a 'Golden Pill'..." "It's just giving me what originally belongs to me in advance..." Fang Xing showed his sharp edge: "But with my swordsmanship, I can conquer anyone in the world...of course I want to participate!" "Okay, it is indeed our Heavenly Sword Sect's true sword." Uncle Feng smiled and said: "I heard that you have an elder, nephew, who is already a third-level top-grade physical practitioner..." "My elder has always been idle and has no fixed abode... It's hard for me to contact him now." Fang Xing shook his head regretfully. But he was complaining in his heart. It seems that the Tianjian Sect was really hurt, and it would pull any strong man. "Master Nephew, although our sect is famous for its swordsmanship, it also retains many inheritances from other sects... I dare not say anything else. If the elders are asked to submit, a quasi-fourth-level physical cultivation inheritance can still be given." Uncle Feng made a solemn promise. In the world of cultivating immortals, the value of a quasi-fourth-level inheritance cannot be measured with spiritual stones. It can be said that it is very sincere. But for Fang Xing... A mere inheritance of physical training? It was simply a thing that was defeated by Blue Star Martial Arts. He couldn't stand it at all. After all, I follow the Blue Star Martial Arts, and when I was in the Great Vajra Realm, I had a quasi-fourth-level physique. ‘Speaking of which…if converted to past times, what level of combat power does a pill-forming monk have? Like Fu Hongyi, there should be some in the six realms...but there are also fake elixirs and real people, who are useless people who can be killed by martial arts warriors on the outside...' "And the seventh-level Vajra has opened up a long distance... After all, after three turns of the golden body, it can ignore the attacks of lower-grade magic weapons... When it comes to the Great Vajra, it is suspected to be a quasi-fourth-level physical cultivation." "So it seems that the Nascent Soul cultivator is roughly equal to the Martial Saint, with eight levels of combat power? The rumored God Transformation monk is similar to the Martial God, with the ninth level of combat power?... You can't copy it mechanically, and use the realm of immortal cultivators to imitate Blue Star Martial Arts. ...You still have to fight me to know the real situation.” Fang Xing thought to himself, and while saying a few words casually, he went to sit down on the futon next to the Lingquan Eye, and silently meditated on the 'Zhenwu Seven-Star Sword Formation'. This scene was seen by other Master Jiedan, but they all secretly praised that this boy really has the style of a general.
In such a dangerous environment, he still looks normal. But they didn't know that Fang Xing also had the magical ability to run away with golden fingers. Even when facing the Nascent Soul cultivator, I have the trump card of ‘Great Sun Tathagata Palm’, so I am naturally fearless. … A few days later. Musha Sect. A large number of monks fought madly together. A green wooden dragon roared, exuding an astonishing evil spirit, entangled with a sword light. The sword light was vast, pure, and had the intent to destroy everything. Uh-huh! Another ray of sword light slashed out, seemingly following a mysterious trajectory, finding the weak point of the sacred tree evil dragon puppet, and split the puppet apart. As soon as the sword light was drawn, he attacked the Supreme Elder of Musha Sect! Wow! A river of blood emerged, and a small round shield jumped out from the blood river, blocking the killing sword. Not far away, Fu Hongyi slowly sheathed her sword with a calm look on her face. In fact, if he really wanted to leave, he could leave the whole camp of monks behind and leave lightly the same day he received the news. With his cultivation level, even if the Musha Sect pursues him with all his strength, there will be no results. It is even more likely that he will be sent out of the country as a gift. But all the Tianjian Sect true disciples, inner sect, outer sect disciples, and Taoist soldiers in the camp will be killed. These are not the same motley crew as Fang Xing's men, but the real elites of Tianjian Sect! Even Fu Hongyi can't bear this responsibility and wants to try her best to save something. "Fu Hongyi...why are you so unwise?" The blood rivers gathered to form a blood lake. In the lake was a red-haired young man in the late stage of pill formation, who was the master of the Blood River Palace. He retracted his small shield and said calmly: "With one person and one sword, you can dominate the world, but if you delay for so long, what awaits you is not reinforcements, but ghosts seeking your life!"