Chapter 215 Return to the clan (please ask for monthly votes)


    Zheng State.


    Fang Xing constrained his sword light in a low-key manner and ran for his life silently.


    No, it should not be said to be escaping, it should be said to be more appropriate to rush.


    After all... the Lord of the Wind Tribe who caused the reversal of this war was slapped to death by him, and even the ghost babies in all dharmas became spoils.


    Now there is no second pillar of heaven in the devil''s way.


    Even if you encounter a few magical elixirs on the road, for him, it is just a matter of summoning the body and punching him.


    Even if the old demon of the Yuanying of the Wanxiang Sect, which was restrained by Chu Kuangtu, suddenly appeared in front of him, Fang Xing, who had already taken the Feng Tribe as the test, felt that he could not beat him.


    With confidence, you will naturally be rampant.


    ‘Well…but the ending of this battle between the good and the demons is still a bit confusing… It’s hard to say about the Dajing Immortal Cultivation World, the local battlefield here may be over soon, right? ’


    Fang Xing thought about the situation silently.


    If the Sword Sect was defeated today, the Demonic Way did not get any benefits.


    What’s more important is…there are ‘strange’ mid-stage and even late-stage monks in the Nascent Soul stage taking action! Try to catch fish in troubled waters!


    The True Lord of the Yuanying, both the righteous and the demons, is not a fool, and should not do anything that will make people profit.


    ‘Although…that strange Nascent Soul monk is me…’


    ‘And, the two paths of righteousness and demons suffered heavy losses and they really couldn’t continue to fight…’


    Fang Xing counted with his fingers. Just his Tianjian Sect broke a sword cultivator when the main leader of the Feng tribe attacked the Wanshou Mountain Camp.


    Later, the "Zhenwu Seven-Star Sword Formation" was formed, and the "Master of the Wind Tribe" was killed by the "Lord of the Wind Tribe" and the four great knots of alchemy sword cultivators fell into combat power in one breath!


    Only Fu Hongyi, Uncle Feng, and himself ran out!


    ‘There are at least five sword cultivators who were killed by the Lord of the Wind Tribe, which is not counting the losses on other battlefields... Even though the Lord cultivators are all in the upper class in the Yuanying Sect, they die so many in one breath... Now, among the inner sect, the real sword cultivator, even if they count the Master Kong of the Broken Sword, is afraid that there will be less than a palm! ’


    This is the cruelty of war!


    The Tianjian Sect is so hurtful that the Wanxiang Sect is not much better. There are almost countless false pills and elixirs falling in Fang Xing''s hands.


    Not to mention, there is the inexplicable fall of the ''Master of the Wind Tribe''...


    ‘No matter what, the battle here is finally over. ’


    ‘After going back, I will get a ''Golden Pill'' first. In addition... ''Qiantian Qinggang'' must also need elixirs for various diligent magic power. Using the Wanhua Ding to remove elixirs can help my magic power be more diligent...’


    ‘How come…it’s still too slow, too slow. ’


    According to Fang Xing''s estimate, if the supply of outstanding elixirs is endless, you can build a foundation and try to form a pill within ten years.


    By then, the age record of the Killing Pill in the Immortal Cultivation World will definitely be refreshed!


    But... I feel it''s still too slow.


    ‘It’s only ten years, and endurance will pass… I’m not just forming a pill, but after forming a pill, I should have the power of the Nascent Soul battle…’


    ‘In the main world, I became a Martial Saint for ten years, and the progress was quite good. ’


    ‘The Wei Shenzhi is also too strong. Is it the difficulty of breaking through the Martial Saint of the Seven-turn Vajra to break through to the Martial Saint of the Great Vajra? ’


    Fang Xing complained in his heart, and suddenly his spiritual sense captured the fluctuations in the fighting.


    ‘Fighting of foundation-building monks? ’


    ‘The ones who are still fighting at this time must be Tianjian Sect and Wanxiang Sect…’


    His sword light turned, and after a valley, he saw a three-tailed white fox, which was like a small hill, roaring towards the sky.


    On the back of the three-tailed white fox, there is also a stunning woman with red feet and beautiful face, but there is a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth. It is Shi Wanwan.


    She looked up and looked at a short and fat old man in the air, her face full of despair.


    "Hehe... Why should the Spirit Fox Fairy keep people from thousands of miles away? Your Ten Thousand Beasts Sect belongs to us, so why should it be stubborn..."


    This short and fat old man has ugly facial features, triangular eyes, and a landslide nose. However, his cultivation level is at the level of false alchemy. He is not a mere foundation-building monk who can touch the porcelain.


    Shi Wanwan''s voice still had a hint of charm: "You old pervert... who doesn''t know your famous name as "Caihua Layman". If you follow you, wouldn''t you turn into a furnace and cauldron?"


    In fact, as a former disciple of the Wanbeast Sect, there is no need to consider whether it is "abandoning darkness and turning to light".


    Even when the "Master of the Wind Tribe" attacked Wanzhou Mountain before, there were many rebellions.


    What can I do...


    This "Caihua Layman" has a bad reputation. As an old thief, he is simply notorious in the five sects and ten countries.


    Not only that, his notoriety can even be spread to Zheng State!


    It is enough to show that his behavior is bad.


    Shi Wanwan naturally would not jump into the fire pit on her own initiative.


    However, the real person of false alchemy is the real person of false alchemy. If you are a little serious, the foundation-building monk will be unable to match.


    In fact, if it weren''t for the third-level beast talisman given by her master before, she would have been captured by this old thief and suffered a lot of humiliation.


    ‘Damn it, if I could build the foundation and cut the false pill…’


    Shi Wanwan thought of the young figure for some reason.


    It seems that there is something to think about the day and dream about the night.


    A sword thread flashed past, and Mr. Caihua''s head fell off.


    Fang Xing walked out calmly and took the person''s storage bag.


    "Sword?"


    Shi Wanwan''s mouth opened, looking a little cute, no longer as charming as before.


    "You go find a place to hide it..."


    Fang Xing stared at the woman with his eyes faint.


    If this woman surrendered to the devil before, then she naturally didn''t say anything, just slashed with one sword.


    Since I have not surrendered now, I am embarrassed to kill me.


    "Sword Master is so kind to save his life, I have no choice but to repay you. I wish you..." Before Shi Wanwan finished speaking, she saw Fang Xing turn into a sword light and disappear into the sky. She couldn''t help but be stunned, and then a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.


    She does have the intention of taking the opportunity to support her under the banner of repaying her kindness.


    Who would have thought that they would not give any chance?


    "Now...whether should I go?"


    This fox fairy felt confused again...


    …


    ‘Hmph, when I look handsome, I will be a slave and a servant to repay my grace. If I am ugly, wouldn’t I be a cow or a horse in the next life? ’


    Fang Xing snorted coldly: "Isn''t you greedy for me? I''ll spit!"


    He had seen many demon monks rampant along the way, and he must have been unlucky who had not received any news from behind.


    For these guys, his handling measures are the same.


    If you encounter it on the road, you will slash it casually. If you can''t touch it, you will never take a long way to kill them.


    In this way, he flew all the way through Ziyuan Mountain City, Endless Mountains, Beili Xiancheng... and finally entered the boundary of Qi Kingdom.


    After arriving here, all kinds of demonic monks disappeared again.


    But there are very few monks, and they come and go when they meet. It seems that when they hear the news of a great defeat on the front line, it is quite a bit of agitation.


    …


    Qunjian Peak.


    The mountain gate of Tianjian Sect.


    A sword light fell into it and came to his own "Jinyuan Peak".


    "Is Jianzi back?"


    The spiritual planters in the outer hall who were farming in the spiritual fields saluted one after another.


    Fang Xing turned into sword light and circled around the mountain. He found that his mountain peak was well-managed. He couldn''t help but nodded secretly and came to the "Sword Pavilion" on the main peak again.


    The real person of Broken Sword Kong Fengge still looked frowning.


    When he saw Fang Xing, his eyes lit up: "You are finally back..."


    "Oh? It seems that Uncle Fu, Uncle Feng and others have returned safely?" Fang Xing smiled.


    "Only Junior Brother Fu and Junior Brother Feng returned, I thought the rest of my junior brothers had no problem..."


    Kong Fengge shook his head and asked Fang Xing to tell him about his own experience, just to describe his work, mainly because of the situation where the seven swords fight the fake baby.


    Fang Xing knew that the news of the fall of the Lord of the Wind Tribe was transmitted back to the Tianjian Sect, and the Tianjian Sect would need to confirm it carefully.


    "yes…"


    Fang Xing performed a sword ceremony and immediately began to tell the story.


    The previous one must be consistent with the two uncles, but in the end it was slightly modified.


    "The old demon of the Yuanying broke the sword formation, and the seven of us broke through separately... Maybe because of my low cultivation, the old demon of the Yuanying first chased several other uncles... I ran all the way with the sword, but for some reason I was not chased. I escaped back to Zheng State by chance, killed a false magic pill, and then returned to the sect..."


    This is because you are just a foundation-building monk and will not arouse any doubts at all.


    If Fang Xing told the sect leader that he had killed the Feng tribe''s master with the false infant''s cultivation, he would be considered a brain problem.


    "It seems that the information is correct, and a mysterious Nascent Soul monk took action."


    After hearing this, Master Kong stretched out his hand and stroked his long beard, and a look of thought appeared in his eyes.


    "Mysterious Nascent Soul monk takes action?"


    Fang Xing pretended to be surprised: "What did you do?"


    "You don''t know that the soul lamp of the fake infant monk of the Wanxiang Sect has been extinguished. We sent someone to investigate the situation and found traces of the fight between the Nascent Soul monks..."


    Sect Master Kong looked solemn.


    As for the traces that are suspected to be the Dazhen Lord in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul or even the late stage, they will not tell a disciple.


    "We suspect that a mysterious Nascent Soul cultivator lurked, watching the seven sword cultivators of this sect and the fake baby suffer both losses. Then, while he was chasing the monks of this sect, he suddenly launched a sneak attack, causing the fake baby to die..."


    Sect Master Kong said.


    "What? That female devil is dead? OK, okay!"


    Fang Xing was overjoyed: "The revenge of all the uncles of this sect is considered to be avenged... We can also organize a large army immediately and push it back!"


    This is the reaction of an orthodox sword cultivator, which made Sect Master Kong nod and shook his head: "Now there are strong enemies around him, and this sect has suffered heavy losses. The battle should not be able to fight..."


    After pondering for a while, he looked at Fang Xing again, with gentle eyes: "You have defeated the Five Elements Sect, killed many false magic pills, and formed pill cultivators... you have made merits and great achievements!"


    Sect Master Kong took a random stroke and a sword-shaped token fell into Fang Xing''s hand: "If you hold this token, you can go to the secret library of the sect to select three treasures. In addition, this ''Golden Pill'' will be given to you in advance, hoping that the sword pill will be perfect as soon as possible!"


    He handed out another emerald green jade bottle.


    This bottle has a vitality and is a "Empty Green Bottle" specially used to store elixirs. In addition, the Jincai is a high-level spiritual pill, and the efficacy of the medicine can last for at least a hundred years.


    “Thank you, Sect Master!”


    Fang Xing received the token and pill, gave another bow, and went directly to the sect secret library.


    He thought it very clearly that the war is about to end, so it is better to realize all the military achievements as soon as possible.


    Stop waiting for the army to return and exchange it all at once, and you have no choice but to choose.


    ‘But for the true disciples, the ‘golden elixir’ that other disciples in the inner and outer halls have been thinking about day and night. I just need to choose something that suits me…’


    ‘As a matter of course, there are many benefits for true teaching disciples. The most important thing is that they can be calm and unhurried... As long as there are resources to break through the great realm, true teaching will definitely be given priority! ’


    (This chapter ends)