Ziweixing was in chaos, and the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan was beheaded, making the entire Ghost Clan furious. On this day, dozens of powerful men of the Sanqing level rushed out of the Ghost Valley. Man Ziwei was looking for Jiang Xiaofan's whereabouts, and the terrifying murderous intention enveloped the entire sky.
"snort!"
On a black mountain in the wilderness, Jiang Xiaofan sneered again and again.
So what if he is a strong man from the Three Purities? As long as he wants to hide, it is impossible for the Three Purities monks to find him. At this moment, there were ten small flags planted around him. They isolated him from all the breath of the outside world, and the Sanqing monks could not sense it.
"Troubled times..."
His eyes flashed with a faint golden light, thinking about the next path on this black mountain. The three hidden families wanted to kill him, and several ancient clans also regarded him as a public enemy, especially the ghost clan, who wanted to kill him with a thousand knives.
Half a quarter of an hour later, he sat down cross-legged on the spot.
He has set dozens of restrictions around him, and with the ten small flags sent by Ye Yiyan, his aura can only exist in the six-pointed star array composed of ten small flags. The bans he has set up can protect himself to a great extent. Generally, as long as the bans are triggered by the ferocious beasts, they will never get any good results.
He wants to achieve enlightenment here!
In the battle with the young supreme, especially a strong man like the ghost clan Yinzi, he can completely compete with the ghost clan emperor in the same field, and controls the strongest powers that the ghost clan emperor originally controlled. This battle has extraordinary significance to him, and is better than tens of millions of battles with ordinary people.
At this moment, Ziweixing...
"kill!"
"Find that ant for me! Find it!"
Dozens of powerful men from the ghost clan and the Three Pure Levels were born, and Man Ziweixing traced the whereabouts of Jiang Xiaofan. The terrifying murderous intent swept the Fourth Master from all directions, shocking many monks to the point of trembling and not daring to take a breath.
In just one day, the monastic world was filled with the shadows of powerful ghosts. Waves of cold and powerful aura rolled past like floods, making all the human monks fearful, fearing that they might cause trouble if they were not careful.
"Yinzi, the young supreme leader of the ancient clan was actually beheaded. That ruthless man..."
"Shh, keep your voice down, you don't want to live anymore!"
"Hmph, so what? Don't these ancient tribes think they are great? It would be best if they died!"
Two days have passed since Jiang Xiaofan killed Yinzi, but many human monks are still excited and feel their blood boiling. Even though they were afraid of the ghost clan, some people still whispered in a low voice, with blood boiling in their bodies. They really wanted to kill the ancient monks directly like Jiang Xiaofan, but they didn't have that kind of strength.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The cold and terrifying murderous intent is overwhelming.
Jiang Xiaofan is not part of the agreement between the human race and the ancient race, so the ghost race can send any monk to hunt him down as a matter of course. This was Jiang Xiaofan's own decision at the time. He didn't want to put the entire Ziwei human race into dire straits just because of himself, and he didn't want to make things difficult for anyone.
Ghost Clan, Shura Clan, Demon Clan, Zhu Family, Xia Family, Wu Family, the four major sects...
Almost everyone's enemy.
And this, he regarded as a kind of experience!
Time flies by, and in the blink of an eye, ten days have passed...
"Uh-huh!"
In the wilderness, two bright divine lights passed through the void.
Jiang Xiaofan stood up, his eyes flashing with a brilliant golden light, and his energy and spirit had been greatly improved. He glanced around, waved gently, and removed the restrictions set nearby, and at the same time put away the ten small flags.
I have a deeper understanding of the four ancient methods of Buddhism, Taoism, Thunder God Technique, and Sky-Splitting Sword Technique. Especially the Six-Character Mantra of Buddhism and the Fudo Mingwang Seal of the Taoist Sutra. These days, he has spent most of his energy on these two magical powers. After all, these are his two most powerful methods now, and he needs to keep improving. .
"Little friend..."
Suddenly, an old voice sounded and reached Jiang Xiaofan's ears.
"who?!"
A glint flashed in Jiang Xiaofan's eyes, and he suddenly turned his head to look into the depths of the wilderness.
The old voice sounded again, saying: "My little friend, there is no need to worry, I would like to invite my little friend to come and have a talk."
"Buzz!"
A gray rainbow bridge shot from the depths of the wilderness and landed directly at Jiang Xiaofan's feet.
Jiang Xiaofan was a little frightened. He could feel the fluctuations of divine energy surrounding the Hong Bridge, which was very peaceful. And precisely because it was so peaceful, he was frightened by it. This was definitely not a method that Xuanxian could display!
Jiang Xiaofan frowned.
Looking at the misty Hongqiao extending to the soles of his feet, he couldn't help but hesitate. He now truly feels the horror of this vast wilderness. There are even strong men who have surpassed the level of Xuanxian. He originally thought that this place would only have existences of Xuanxian level at most, but...
Seemingly sensing Jiang Xiaofan's hesitation, the old voice sounded again and said, "Don't worry, little friend. I have no ill intentions towards you, I just want to have a chat with you."
A flash of light flashed in Jiang Xiaofan's eyes, and finally he nodded and said, "Then I won't bother you, senior."
He stepped onto the Hongqiao in front of him, and the Hongqiao carried him toward the depths of the wilderness. He also saw that the existence in the depths had no ill intentions towards him. After all, if a master who had transcended the realm of Xuanxian wanted to harm him, he would not be able to escape under any circumstances. If he really wanted to attack him, he would have no choice but to It's a corpse.
"Huh..."
There was a light breeze blowing on both sides.
Jiang Xiaofan stood on the Hongqiao without moving, but the Hongqiao under his feet rolled towards the depths of his own accord. Not long after, dots of runes appeared in the void in front of him, and they opened on both sides of their own accord, revealing a virtual door.
"A small independent space?"
Jiang Xiaofan thought to himself, slightly surprised.
Although I had already guessed that the owner of the voice was very powerful, now that I have actually seen such a method, I still can't help but be surprised. It is absolutely impossible for Xuanxian monks to open a small space portal. Only monks above the Sanqing level have this possibility, and it will be very difficult.
Ahead was a small, quiet courtyard, completely different from what Jiang Xiaofan had imagined. In the center of the courtyard is a small stone table. On the table are some spiritual fruits and two cups of tea. Standing in the front is a gray-haired old man.
"I've met senior."
Jiang Xiaofan landed and saluted the old man in front of him.
The old man's eyes were a little deep, with a faint smile on his face, and he stretched out his hand slightly: "Sit down."
Jiang Xiaofan nodded and sat down in front of the stone table.
"I don't know, senior..."
He looked at the old man opposite, a little confused.
Without answering Jiang Xiaofan's question, the white-haired old man reached out, lifted the teapot on the table, poured a cup of tea for Jiang Xiaofan, and then said slowly: "I have heard about you in Ziwei, what do you think of this era? ?”
Jiang Xiaofan frowned slightly, not knowing what the old man wanted to say. But despite this, he still spoke and expressed his understanding: "Brilliant, chaotic, all souls compete, and the last one wins, the price will be very high."
The white-haired old man was a little surprised, then nodded and said: "My little friend is very human, bright and chaotic. Everyone can see the characteristics of this era, but not everyone will think about the final price. In the prophetic era, one person After attaining the Way of Heaven, many, many heroes will die..."
He said two words in a row, enough to indicate that many people will die in this era.
"Yingjie, it is true that many people will die, but..." Jiang Xiaofan nodded, then changed the topic, and his whole person showed his sharp edge, saying: "Since you want to embark on this road, how can you not die. If you embrace failure from the beginning, you can still The idea of surviving is doomed from the start."
"For ordinary people, glory may not require blood and bones to build up, but for cultivators, which strong man's glory does not come from blood and life? Without death, where can glory come from? Since we embark on this journey You should have basic awareness on the road. If you don’t want to bleed, why bother practicing? Isn’t the mortal world very suitable!”
Since he set out on this road, he has experienced too much, fought too much, and learned too much.
Cultivation is a path that defies heaven. You fight with people, the earth, and the sky. Only by reaching the legendary realm of heaven can you completely transcend. This is a cruel road full of thorns. How could there be no blood, how could there be no bones
The brighter the world, the more deaths there are bound to be!
The white-haired old man was slightly startled, as if he didn't expect Jiang Xiaofan's sudden change. Later, the smile on his face became even stronger, and a hint of imperceptible admiration flashed in his eyes, and he said faintly: "It's the old man who has fallen behind. The way of heaven... there must be sacrifices after all... "
Jiang Xiaofan frowned.
He felt that the old man's last sentence was a bit profound and seemed to mean something else.
"The prophecy passed down from ancient times indicates that this era has just begun. Fighting and death will be the two most appropriate words for the future..." The white-haired old man shook his head gently and said: "How long will it take? That battlefield is about to come. Let's open it, the battlefields left by those adults back then..."
"battlefield?"
Jiang Xiaofan was slightly surprised.
"In the past, an unprecedented strong man from the human race was born, and he single-handedly blocked the four ancient races and the so-called god race." The white-haired old man's eyes shimmered, appearing deeper, and said: "The god race finally retreated, and the human race supreme Together with several emperors of the ancient tribe, we spent thousands of years leaving a vast battlefield for this prophetic era... "
"Name it Tongtian!"
Jiang Xiaofan's eyes trembled. Looking at the white-haired old man in front of him, he felt something unusual. This is definitely not an ordinary demon master. How could an ordinary demon master know so much? !
The most important thing is that when he mentioned those emperors, the other party's expression seemed to be reminiscing.
"Dare you ask me your senior's name?"
Jiang Xiaofan looked solemn.
The white-haired old man stood up, moved lightly, and knelt down in front of Jiang Xiaofan: "Yao Yuan has met the young master."
Jiang Xiaofan's eyes trembled.
Yaoyuan!
He has naturally heard these two words.
There are three great protectors under the Demon King, namely Long Qiong, Liu Ying, and Yao Yuan, and this Yao Yuan is the first great protector and the leader of the three great protectors. In the past, when Demon Yuan was in its heyday, his cultivation was already at the peak of the Luo Tian Ninth Level, and he was only half a step away from entering the Holy Heaven realm!
Known as the number one person in the holy world!
ps: Due to preparation work, I may update once a day in recent days. I hope brothers and sisters can understand. Long Hui will remember the chapters I owe in the past few days and will definitely make up for them later. I'm sorry.