Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

After the mountain rain, Ping'an Town ushered in a new day.

The flags on the street are fiddling with the wind.

Inside the Imperial Demon Division, it was a mess.

There was a trace of exhaustion on everyone's faces, but more of the trance of the rest of their lives was in their eyes.

The plague of insects and demons last night was like a nightmare, disappearing as the sun fell.

Only that invincible posture still haunts my heart and lingers.

"Master Zhensi..." Zhang Beixuan hesitated.

Unlike Chen Xuangang, he once studied at the Taiji Academy, and he felt much more from Zhou Dao.

Thunder Spell, Blood Qi Armor, Fire Dan Bixie...

These kinds of methods are by no means ordinary cultivators can do.

"Learning from others' strengths, invincible and undefeated... What is the origin of him?" The turbulence in Wang Xuanzhi's heart could not be calmed for a long time.

It is impossible for the court, the family, or the Sect to cultivate such a master casually.

Even he was terrified.

“Maybe this is my chance.” Wang Xuanzhi clenched his fists tightly, and the blood that had been silent for a long time suddenly heated up again.

The scenes of that day will never be forgotten.

"Three hundred and seventy-six, kill them all."

"It's really sad, what is the meaning of the life left behind after betraying the clan?

"Go, go far, and from now on, live with the rest of your life."

"Do you hate it? This abominable fate? After the doomsday, there will be fate. Go, Ping'an Town, there is your chance, and the turning point of your life will be there,"

Countless lights and shadows flashed in Wang Xuanzhi's mind.

One after another voice sounded in the ear again.

Gradually, these lights and shadows gradually dissipated, and only the last sentence was engraved in my heart.

"The turning point of your life is there..."

"Ping'an Town... Maybe this is my chance." Wang Xuanzhi's fists clenched even tighter, and a terrifying splendor bloomed in his eyes.

At this moment, he gradually believed in the calculation of the blind man.

"Anyway, I want to find him."

Wang Xuanzhi began to believe, or rather he was willing to believe, that the mysterious powerhouse was the chance that could change his fate.

For this opportunity, he could pay any price, including his life.

"Old Zhang..."

"My subordinates are here." Zhang Beixuan leaned over.

"Stop all investigation activities, and don't try to inquire about any information about that person." Wang Xuanzhi said solemnly.

Zhang Beixuan's heart skipped a beat.

Since the mysterious powerhouse appeared in Ping'an Town, he has been instructed to investigate secretly, using a lot of power and connections.

Now, Wang Xuan's order has stopped?

"Do you understand? I mean everything..." Wang Xuanzhi said solemnly.

No strong person likes to be probed into their own secrets, even if you don't have this ability, it is still a taboo to have such intentions and actions.

Wang Xuanzhi didn't want to cause the mysterious powerhouse to be unhappy because of these unnecessary actions.

"Subordinates obey!" Zhang Beixuan said respectfully.

He knew that at this moment, Wang Xuanzhi only had awe in his heart.

...

Pingjiang City!

In the deep courtyard.

"Such a big thing happened in Ping'an Town? Insects and demons parasitic... This kind of calamity, the Town Secretary can't hold back."

Inside the Qingluo tent, a clear voice sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful woman walked out slowly, holding a letter in her hand.

"Who would have done it?" The maid next to him couldn't help but said, "There seems to be no decent masters in Ping An Town other than Wang Xuanzhi."

The beautiful woman's phoenix eyes slightly condensed, "There is another one, the one hiding in the dark..."

"The mistress is saying... that fate last time." The personal maid exclaimed.

At the beginning, from the clues revealed by the fate, the beautiful woman deduced that there was a great master hidden in Ping'an Town, and now it seems that it is probably true.

"I underestimate that one, the problem of the insect demon cannot be solved by ordinary means." The beautiful woman whispered.

As the head mistress of Pingjiang Hongmen, the masters she has seen are as numerous as the sands of the sea.

There are also a lot of experts in the Eight Transformations of Refining Realm, but it is almost impossible to solve the insect infestation overnight.

"I'm getting more and more curious." The beautiful woman whispered, her eyes shining brightly.

Such a master would actually stay in a place like Ping'an Town, which made her a little puzzled, even curious.

"The mistress wants to recruit this master?" The maid next to her couldn't help but said.

There are many aristocratic families in the world, three generations are the family, five generations are the gate, and seven generations or more are the clan.

In Pingjiang City, Hongmen is considered a first-class wealthy family, and I don't know how many masters want to climb the lintel.

As for their mistress, she was the head of the Pingjiang Hongmen family, Hong Tongling.

To be able to get the favor of the Hongmen mistress, that is a blessing that many people will not be able to cultivate in several lifetimes.

"No need, but every master has a personality. Since he is hiding in a place like Ping'an Town, he must not want to be disturbed." Hong Tongling waved his hand, "Let's go."

At this point, she paused slightly and added, "Go on, if there is another sale of Yaozhen in the future, take care of that side."

"It seems that the mistress is still moved." The personal maid smiled.

"It's always good to have a good relationship." Hong Tongling said lightly.

"The Dragon King Festival is about to start, so get ready!"

...

Late at night!

In the distance, Ping'an Town was lit up, only a few were lit.

On the mountain road, the night wind was strong, bending the mountains and forests.

A crisp bell rang, and a donkey cart came from a distance. The driver was a young man, dressed in commoner clothes, with star-like eyes, and a dark wooden sword on his back.

"September Dragon King is too clear, and the three-point bright moon steps on Heaven Court. Although Penglai is a long way to find immortals, I want to ask to save all souls."

An indistinct chanting sounded from the back of the donkey cart.

"Master, Ping'an Town is ahead." The young man said.

The sound of singing is contagious.

A sloppy old man sat up from the haystack on the donkey cart and looked at Ping'an Town in the distance.

"It's really bad luck, how did you get to this place, hurry up." The sloppy old man urged.

"Master, I heard that Li Zangfeng once sealed the demon here 20 years ago, and here is his sword." The boy waved the long whip in his hand, but asked.

One of the nine divine pillars of the Imperial Demon Division, Li Zangfeng's sword is not ordinary.

The young man's eyes were full of longing.

"What kind of fun do you think that is?" The sloppy old man said with a sneer, "The sword player is a dead family. In this life, he has neither children nor disciples... If anyone gets his sword, he will be his only disciple."

"What?" The boy's expression changed slightly.

"Bah bah bah... The cat drank too much pee, talking nonsense." The sloppy old Taoist knew he had lost his words, and hurriedly spit.

"Li Zangfeng's disciple!?" The young man was stunned.

He knew that among the Nine Gods Pillars, only Li Zangfeng had no one under his sect and had no disciples.

There are rumors in the world that Li Zangfeng's sword is astonishing the world, and he is the best in the world. He is too high-spirited.

"Master, you are not joking." The boy looked strange.

"This is fate, do you think it's a good thing? The opponents who play swords are all over the world, and becoming his disciple is destined to be short-lived." The sloppy boss lay down, closed his eyes, and his voice became more and more blurred.

"Besides... I have to marry the daughter of Huo Tiandu's family. That girl is very fierce..."

The old man's voice became smaller and smaller, and in a flash, the snoring became louder.

The young man was agitated, and the long whip in his hand almost flew out.

Huo Tiandu, that was the national teacher of the dynasty! !