I have a role in the heavens

Fan Yuxiao frowned, looked down at Lu Xueqi, who closed her eyes again, scratched her head in embarrassment, and finally lowered her waist, picked it up, and flew towards the top of the Dead Soul Abyss.

At this moment, in a deep cave on the side, two groups of red light suddenly flashed, and a huge figure suddenly jumped out, opening its ferocious bloody mouth, and the fishy smell rushed straight into Fan Yuxiao's chest. The wings of his nose made him frown, and there was a hint of sternness in his clear eyes. With a cold snort, he picked up the three-jewel Ruyi from his waist and threw it towards the huge figure.

The three lights of the sun, moon and stars shone brightly, and the Three Treasures Jade suddenly grew in size. It hit the head of the figure, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. The giant monster let out a shocking roar, and the sound was filled with incomparable pain. The shape fell in mid-air and hit the ground with a loud roar. Countless rocks fell from the rock wall, as terrifying as an earth dragon turning over.

Fan Yuxiao stretched out his hand to take back the Three Treasure Jade Ruyi, snorted coldly, and glanced disdainfully at the black water black snake that fell to the ground. Without stopping, he hugged Lu Xueqi and flew out of the Dead Soul Abyss.

The River Black Snake is about a hundred feet long, and its waist is as thick as a thousand-year-old tree. It cannot be hugged by several people. At this time, it is lying weakly on the ground of the Dead Soul Abyss. There is a wound on its head, and it is flowing outward. The blood dyed the ground under it red. Fan Yuxiao's casual blow just now severely injured this ancient beast. If Fan Yuxiao was too lazy to pay attention and had no intention of killing it, how could it survive in Fan Yuxiao's hands? Come down.

Deep fear flashed through the Black Water Black Snake's big lantern-like eyes. It had never thought about why such a small person could be so terrifying. He could seriously injure himself with one blow. If he hadn't been thick-skinned and thick-skinned, I'm afraid that his head was broken by a blow just now, and his life of thousands of years was ended.

The Black Water Black Snake spat out a message, and swam slowly, crawling towards a deep cave of extreme darkness. "Crash!" The sound of water sounded, and the Black Water Black Snake's huge figure had already submerged into the darkness underground. In the river, it swam to an unknown place. This time it was seriously injured by Fan Yuxiao's blow. It was afraid that it would not show up again in a few years.

Fan Yuxiao carried Lu Xueqi outside, found a secret place, put it down, and injected mana into Lu Xueqi's body to help her heal. After a moment, Fan Yuxiao's figure flashed and disappeared. land.

Lu Xueqi's dark eyebrows tightened, and her starry eyes slowly opened. A trace of surprise flashed through her clear and cold eyes. She slowly turned her head and glanced at the surrounding environment. A figure flashed in her mind, and her face became more enlightened. Then he slowly stood up and looked around, but the figure he saw in his daze was not there. Could it be that he was hallucinating? Lu Xueqi let out a sigh from her red lips. The Tianya Divine Sword behind her was Unsheathing her sword, Lu Xueqi jumped out of the air and flew away with her sword.

Fan Yuxiao then walked out of the darkness, looked at the sky blue light that had disappeared into the distance, shook his head slightly, pinched his hands repeatedly, leaving a trail of afterimages, Fan Yuxiao stopped his movements for a moment and looked at a Direction, where to fly, he has already calculated clearly. Three days later, when Zhang Xiaofan walks out of the Blood Cave, he will come out in that direction. He needs to go there for a while, so that the leader of the Ghost King Sect will not be angry with Zhang Xiaofan on a whim. Murderous intention, killed Zhang Xiaofan.

A rare breeze blew by at noon, causing the branches and leaves on the big trees to sway, and bits of broken sun shone through and scattered to the ground. The tea stall owner, who was in his fifties, leaned over to pour tea. Zhang Xiaofan sat in front of the tea stall, picked up the big bowl and took a sip. As expected, he felt much more comfortable and felt that the weather was not so hot anymore.

"Boss, bring me a bowl of tea too!"

A warm voice sounded, calm, mature, and full of magnetism. The owner of the voice was a middle-aged scribe, with thin eyebrows and a square face. His brows looked elegant, but his eyes were bright and his forehead was full, but in this elegance, he had a calm and powerful look. He is wearing a Confucian robe and a lavender jade pendant on his waist. It is exquisite and clear, and has a faint aura of auspiciousness. You can tell at a glance that it is not ordinary.

Zhang Xiaofan glanced at the middle-aged scribe and suddenly felt that this person was not an ordinary person. The five or six people at the tea stall seemed to feel that this person was different. They did not dare to speak for a while, overwhelmed by the aura of this person. of silence.

Zhang Xiaofan was filled with admiration. He had only seen this kind of momentum in the headmaster Daoxuan Zhenren. This middle-aged scholar was calm and composed, holding a tea bowl and sipping tea leisurely. However, the people around him became uneasy. After a while, After a while, they all drank up the tea in the bowl and left in a hurry. Only the very nervous Zhang Xiaofan was there drinking tea, unaware of anything.

After Zhang Xiaofan drank the tea, he sat down and rested for a while. He felt that his physical strength had been fully restored, and then he got up to pay and leave.

Suddenly a gentle voice sounded: "Little brother!"

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned when he heard this and looked at the middle-aged scribe who spoke out. He was surprised and wondered why he stopped calling him.

The middle-aged scribe picked up the tea bowl and walked to Zhang Xiaofan and sat down. He looked Zhang Xiaofan up and down. Zhang Xiaofan only felt that the other person's eyes were extremely sharp, which made him a little nervous, so he asked dully.

"Sir, is there something wrong?"

The middle-aged scribe withdrew his gaze, his expression did not change at all, he just smiled.

"It's nothing. It's just that I'm lonely traveling alone. I like my little brother, so I want to chat with you for a few words. Little brother, you won't mind, right?"

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head. He had always had a good temper. Even if he had any dissatisfaction, he would tolerate it. Moreover, the middle-aged scribe in front of him had a kind attitude and he admired him very much.

This middle-aged scribe claimed to be an extremely knowledgeable person who had been visited by thousands of people. He talked with Zhang Xiaofan about the past and present, about good and evil, and deceived Zhang Xiaofan, a simple child who was not deeply involved in the world, into a daze and just listened to what he said.

"You have a mountain-holding treasure in Qingyun Mountain that is famous all over the world and shocks the past and the present - the ancient sword to kill the immortal. Do you know?"

The Immortal Killing Sword is famous all over the world, and it is the most important treasure of the Qingyun Sect. Zhang Xiaofan naturally knew it, nodded when he heard the words, and said unconsciously.

"Of course I know that the Zhuxian Sword is the most precious treasure of my Qingyun Sect. It is so powerful that it makes the demon sect fearful!"

A flicker of fluctuation flashed through the deep eyes of thousands of people, and a trace of evil energy appeared unconsciously, and then disappeared again. Zhang Xiaofan felt a chill all over his body. He scratched his head in confusion, thinking that he had just escaped from trouble, and his body was still still there. Not restored.

Wanwan Xiang's face was gloomy, his eyes were staring at Zhang Xiaofan, and he asked sternly.

"Then do you know how many lives were killed and how many lives were destroyed by this Immortal Killing Sword in the battle between good and evil thousands of years ago? If we look at Fang today, among the magic weapons in the world, only the one that actually kills the most people and has the heaviest evil aura is There is nothing more fearful than your Qingyun Sect’s most precious ancient sword, the Immortal Killing Sword!”