All People's Cave: I Created the Supreme Fairyland

Seeing Fan Qinghui fainted on the ground, Song Que's eyes were a little complicated.

However, he returned to normal in an instant, his eyes were as calm as water, without a trace of ripples.

After he knew that Fan Qinghui was just playing with him, Fan Qinghui was already a passer-by in his life, even worse than a stranger.

He was the dignified Tiandao, the master of the Song clan, and he had his own pride, he could take it and put it down!

He just pleaded with Fang Yu to let Fan Qinghui go, because of the one night of husband and wife and a hundred days of grace.

Originally, he didn't intend to hit her.

After all, no matter what, Fan Qinghui was the woman he had truly loved.

But Fan Qinghui, the old woman, was too self-righteous. She just kidnapped him with righteousness.

When the righteousness kidnapping failed, she wanted to seduce him with "beauty"!

He is no longer the young man back then.

Although he looks very young now, his actual age has passed the age of forty, and he has long been indifferent to love and love.

Besides, Fan Qinghui's current appearance made him feel a little disgusted. How could he drag the Song family into the endless abyss for her!

Shaking his head, Song Que turned around and walked towards Xi Zhicai and the other four, without caring about Fan Qinghui anymore.

He had done his best for Fan Qinghui.

If any other woman dared to play with him and treat him as a pawn, he would have cut that person into pieces long ago!

On the other side.

The evil king Shi Zhixuan looked at Fan Qinghui who had fainted, his face changing.

During the time with Li Xiao, he also heard the rumors in the Sui Dynasty.

Originally, he thought that he had accidentally killed his wife, and he had been living in guilt for these years.

But he didn't expect that what happened back then was actually a conspiracy.

In order to destroy his Tao heart, his wife deliberately angered him and asked him to beat her to death.

And the culprit of all this was Cihang Jingzhai.

He even thought that it was possible that Fan Qinghui forced his wife to do so.

After all, his wife is gentle and kind, and she loves him so much that she will never betray him!

Shi Zhixuan knew that his wife was just a pawn to help Fan Qinghui clear all obstacles, and she was her cauldron, so he was very angry.

He wanted to kill Tiandi Tafeng immediately, destroy Cihang Jingzhai, and help his wife revenge!

He felt very relieved when he saw Fan Qinghui turned into this ghost just now.

He knew that Fan Qinghui, the old woman, cared a lot about her appearance. Now she has become an old woman in her seventies, which is even more painful than killing her.

Originally, he wanted to seek revenge on Fan Qinghui, but seeing that she had become a useless person, he disdained to attack her again.

In his opinion, letting Fan Qinghui live in the world with this old face now is the cruelest revenge on her!

...

In the sky.

Fang Yu sat cross-legged on a huge purple lotus without moving.

He had a solemn appearance, with a head of black and shiny shoulder-length hair fluttering in the wind, and his clothes fluttering, and he was extremely elegant.

At this time.

Fang Yu's soul had been sucked into the boundless brain world.

He "saw" a mysterious figure with an illusory and blurred face in front of him, constantly practicing a set of sword techniques.

This illusory mysterious figure was practicing the "Eight Styles of Heavenly Sword" that he had just learned from Song Que.

To be precise, it should be the "Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword".

Boom boom boom ~

In the boundless brain world, sword lights crossed the sky and roared.

At the beginning.

The "Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword" practiced by the mysterious shadow was still relatively unfamiliar and rough!

But as time went by, it gradually became smooth.

In the brain world, there is no concept of time.

It seemed like a moment had passed, and it seemed like a year had passed, ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years...

I don't know how long it had been.

Fang Yu's illusory soul saw that the mysterious shadow had finally practiced the "Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword" to perfection.

The "Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword" was picked up by the mysterious shadow, and every sword and style exuded infinite power.

He saw that the mysterious shadow's "Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword" was more exquisite and more powerful than Song Que's.

After the mysterious shadow practiced "Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword" to perfection, he was still practicing.

But Fang Yu found that the illusory sword in the mysterious shadow's hand had turned into a sword.

He was no longer practicing "Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword", but a set of swordsmanship that was somewhat similar to "Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword".

This set of swordsmanship has a total of ninety moves, the same number as Song Que's "Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword".

As time went by, the swordsmanship in the mysterious shadow's hand gradually became smoother.

I don't know how long it took, but the swordsmanship evolved from "Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword" was practiced to perfection by the shadow.

But...

The mysterious shadow still didn't stop.

Fang Yu was like a spectator.

He watched the mysterious shadow practice the mysterious swordsmanship over and over again in his brain world.

The mysterious swordsmanship with a total of ninety moves would be reduced by a few moves every time it was practiced.

Although the number of sword moves decreased, their power became stronger and stronger.

To be precise, they did not decrease, but were merged by the mysterious phantom.

Eighty moves.

Seventy moves.

…

One move.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Yu discovered that the ninety sword moves were merged into one move by the mysterious phantom.

At this moment.

The mysterious phantom suddenly stopped, holding the illusory sword in both hands and holding it high above his head.

The next moment, a foot-long brilliant purple sword light spit out from the sword blade.

Then, the purple sword light surged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, the purple sword light surged to more than a hundred feet long, exuding a sharp and supreme aura that could break everything.

The extremely bright purple sword light instantly illuminated the gray brain space.

Bang~

The next moment, Fang Yu saw the mysterious shadow and the bright sword light above his head suddenly exploded, turning into countless purple light spots.

The light spot rushed towards him like lightning.

Just as the light spot sank into his (primordial spirit).

Countless insights about that mysterious sword technique poured into Fang Yu's brain.

Fang Yu's illusory soul sat cross-legged in the brain, like a sponge, greedily absorbing the insights about that mysterious sword technique.

His insights about that mysterious sword technique improved like lightning.

It seemed that thousands or tens of thousands of years had passed in Fang Yu's brain world.

But the reality had only passed for less than a moment.

Outside, in the sky.

Fang Yu, who was sitting cross-legged on the purple lotus, suddenly trembled slightly.

The next moment, a terrifying sword energy emanated from his body.

Suddenly, the surrounding space twisted.

Swish, swish, swish~

The ten demon generals who helped Fang Yu to protect the law naturally felt Fang Yu's changes at the first time, and turned their heads to look at Fang Yu who was guarded by them in the middle.

Li Xiao's pupils shrank suddenly: "What a terrifying sword energy, what level of swordsmanship has the master comprehended?"

At this time, Fang Yu gave Li Xiao and other demon generals the feeling of a sword, a sword that could kill everything!

On the ground.

Song Que looked at the sword energy emanating from Fang Yu and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you going to wake up?"

"What a terrifying sword energy, has Brother Fang comprehended a set of swordsmanship?"

Then, there was some confusion on his face. He always felt that the sword energy emanating from Fang Yu was somewhat similar to his "Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword".

Swish~

At this moment, Fang Yu, who was sitting cross-legged on the purple lotus, suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a small purple energy sword in his eyes.

He blinked, and the purple sword in his eyes disappeared instantly.

Fang Yu slowly stood up, and the power that supported him also dissipated instantly.

Fang Yu secretly thanked the Hongmeng Tree in his heart: "Master Tree, thank you!"

He knew that the power that supported him just now was emitted by the Hongmeng Tree.

The Hongmeng Tree was protecting its master.

If it weren't for the power of the Hongmeng Tree to support him, he would have fallen from the sky in his epiphany.

Seeing Fang Yu wake up, Li Xiao and ten other demon generals knelt on one knee in the air and saluted: "Greetings, Master!"

Fang Yu's eyes swept over the ten demon generals and nodded with satisfaction: "Get up, I am very satisfied with your performance this time."

"After the matter is over, I will reward you according to your merits!"

He was in epiphany just now and was in an unguarded state.

But the Hongmeng Tree was protecting him. If Li Xiao and the other demons wanted to take the opportunity to kill their master, he believed that the Hongmeng Tree would definitely remind him.

Even if the Hongmeng Tree didn't remind him, he could sense it.

As long as he was awakened, he could kill them with a thought.

He was very satisfied with the performance of Li Xiao's ten demons. They knew to help him protect the law.

Fang Yu was also sighing at the power of the [Zhu Xian Demon Soldier Tower].

He was sure that if Li Xiao and the other demons were not affected by the [Zhu Xian Demon Soldier Tower], they would have taken the opportunity to attack him!

Li Xiao's ten demons stood up and said hurriedly: "Master, we dare not take credit. This is what we should do!"

Fang Yu said lightly: "This seat has always been clear about rewards and punishments. Go down and do your work!"

The ten demons respectfully saluted Fang Yu and then flew to the city wall.

Fang Yu's mind moved.

A virtual light screen that only he could see instantly appeared in front of him.

[Name]: Fang Yu.

[Race]: Human.

[Qualification]: Ninth rank (unknown information, tentatively set at ninth rank).

[Skills]: Hongmeng Wandao Jing (ninth rank).

[Realm]: Ninth level of Qi Condensation Realm.

[Skills]: Hongmeng Sword Scripture [ninth rank, sword drawing (ninth rank, perfect), Wanjian Guizong (ninth rank, perfect), sword control (ninth rank, perfect), unnamed (ninth rank, perfect)].

Fang Yu nodded with satisfaction when he saw that the Hongmeng Sword Scripture on the [Skills] column on his [Personal] attribute panel had an additional unnamed ninth rank sword technique.

This unnamed sword technique was exactly what he had gained from his sudden enlightenment just now.

It seemed that only a quarter of an hour had passed in the outside world, but Fang Yu felt that he had spent hundreds or thousands of years in the brain world to comprehend this powerful sword technique.

Fang Yu pondered for a moment and whispered softly: "Since this sword technique is derived from the "Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword", let's call it "Heavenly Sword Technique"!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword technique that showed "Unnamed" in the skill column on the [Personal] attribute panel floating in front of him instantly changed to "Heavenly Sword Technique".

This sword technique was derived from the "Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword" by Heavenly Sword Song Que, so it is very reasonable to call it "Heavenly Sword Technique", there is nothing wrong with it!

Shaking his head, Fang Yu closed the personal attribute panel and flew towards Xi Zhicai and others.