Projection of heavens

Gu Shaoshang's finger contained too much information.

If the memory of a mortal's life is like a drop of water, the information contained in one finger is like the Milky Way in the sky.

It was precisely because of this that Fu Shang almost exploded to death.

However, with Gu Shaoshang's level, he naturally knew where Fushang's limit was, and it was definitely impossible for him to kill himself.

"Feng Xiaozhong......"

Fu Shang read the name again.

The person who can make me communicate with him must not be underestimated.

However, the information contained in the finger of the deity shows that this world seems to be just a part of the other world. Can such a powerful existence be born?

Moreover, it seems to be related to the shit-stirring stick in the main temple.

"High Priest! High Priest!"

"what happened?"

"Are you okay?"

At this time, some people from the Red Stone Tribe came after hearing the news.

"Master, are you okay?"

Jiang Feng was the fastest, the furthest away, and the fastest to arrive.

"nothing."

Fu Shang coughed lightly, but had no intention of explaining.

With just a slight thought, the tyrannical power of the soul covered the ruins within a ten-mile radius.

Boom!

Under the gaze of everyone, there was a sudden tremor, and the ruins trembled.

It was like being kneaded by an invisible big hand, but within a moment, it returned to its original appearance.

"The high priest's cultivation is too strong!"

"What a powerful soul!"

“Move mountains and fill seas!”

Everyone was shocked and sighed, their expressions becoming more and more respectful.

They had only been practicing for a few months, and even with Fu Shang's guidance, their cultivation was very shallow. When they saw Fu Shang's thoughts, the earth overturned, they were naturally shocked.

"master."

Jiang Feng, who still had a naive look on his face, came to his senses first and said with a respectful expression: "Master, another tribe has come to seek refuge today! The population of the Red Stone Tribe is probably going to exceed 100,000. Will it attract other forces? Covet?"

The growth of the Red Stone Tribe is naturally a good thing.

But the big trees attract the wind, and the Red Stone Tribe is located on the edge of the wilderness, bordering the Monster Clan, with a population of 100,000, which is enough to attract the attention of some powerful Qi practitioners of the Monster Clan.

"Just recruit, don't worry about anything else."

Fu turned around and thought about it sadly, but he didn't take it seriously.

Although the deity's finger was just some memory, it also deduced the Shenting World-Suppressing Map to a very high level.

Some of the previous concerns are no longer necessary.

"yes."

Jiang Feng bowed slightly and responded: "In this case, the disciple will resign."

Everyone else also bowed and followed Jiang Feng to retreat.

"It's not without its benefits to survive a near-death encounter."

Fu Shang looked away and shook his head: "But I still want to go to Jianmen to meet Feng Xiaozhong first..."

In the memory of this deity, he already knows many things, and his understanding of this world is different from before.

After all, I directly ran through Feng Xiaozhong's timeline.

The understanding of this world is too deep.

Naturally, he also knew that Feng Xiaozhong was an abandoned disciple of Jianmen, who was suppressed by his father, the old sword god of Jianmen, and was suppressed underground by Jianmen.

The only thing that is somewhat uncertain is when the Taoist Lord joined the main temple.

He said he was going to Jianmen, but Fu Shang didn't leave directly.

He stayed in the Red Stone Tribe for a while, stabilizing the previously skyrocketing Shenting World Map and correcting its chaotic parts.

After that, he transformed into a spiritual body that contained his power and sat in the Red Stone Tribe, and then he left the Red Stone Tribe.

...........

Huhu~~~

Amidst the turbulence of the air, Fu Shang left the Red Stone Tribe, but instead of going to the Sword Gate first, he stepped into the Demon Clan's territory and killed some of the Demon Clan Qi Practitioners closest to the Red Stone Tribe.

Just as he was about to return, he suddenly felt a slight movement in his heart. He pulled a piece of cloud to cover his body and looked down.

On the vast plain between them, two dragons, tens of feet long, faced the demon clan's territory, but instead of moving forward, they went backwards towards the wilderness.

On the dragon's back, a beautiful woman was tied tightly to it, saying something with a face of shame.

And between the two dragons, there was a strange-looking young man walking backwards.

"This kid..."

Fu Shang could tell at a glance that the one who was driving the dragon was Zhong Yue. He couldn't help but feel a little speechless: "He is indeed a big bull. How about joining another one?"

However, he did not show up, he just glanced at it, ignored it, and headed towards the Great Wilderness Sword Gate.

Zhong Yue's cultivation has progressed very quickly, and he has already achieved success in his Qi training in just a short time.

Of course there is no problem with self-protection.

Huhu~~~

Fu Shang turned around and disappeared into the clouds.

At the same time, Zhong Yue, who was sitting on the dragon, seemed to feel something in his heart, stopped and turned back.

I saw evil energy surging in the distance, and a huge bull's head loomed:

"Jun Sixie, you can't escape!"

"One more..."

Zhong Yue shook his head slightly, hit the woman on the back of the head with a palm, causing her to faint, and then said loudly: "Brother Niu, I have captured Jun Sixie!"

"Hehe! That Jun Sixie is born with a water spirit body. If he can mate with her, Lao Niu's cultivation strength will be greatly improved. After that, he can get resources by beheading her!"

The bull demon with the head of a bull and the body of a bull landed on the ground and was three feet high. He grunted and rushed forward.

Then Zhong Yue struck him with a knife, chopped off the horns, and threw him on the street.

...........

Huhu~~~

The air flow slowly subsided, and Fu Shang landed not far from the Jianmen Mountain Gate. He looked up at the towering Jianmen and smiled slightly.

Then he walked towards the mountain gate.

With the help of this deity, he has taken a big step forward in deducing the Divine Court's World-Suppressing Map, and his cultivation has naturally improved.

Not to mention being invincible vertically and horizontally, this sword sect can come and go with ease.

Outside the Jianmen Mountain Gate, the disciples on duty and those coming and going did not pay any attention to Fu Shang's arrival, and no one came forward to question him.

Until he reached the inner gate of the Sword Gate, no one noticed the difference in him.

The outer disciples thought he was a disciple of the upper court, and the disciples of the upper court thought he was a newly promoted disciple of the upper court. In addition, Fu Shang had a good temperament, so he came all the way to the inner gate without anyone noticing.

"The defense of this Sword Sect is too loose. The formation can detect the auras of foreign races, but cannot detect the auras of the same human race... Yes, the Sword Sect is a force of the human race, the core of the human race in the wilderness. , there is no need to guard against the human race..."

Fu was sad and turned to think about it.

However, this is a good thing for him. He is not here to kill. Jianmen is sitting in the wilderness. No matter how complicated it is, it protects the human race in the wilderness.

Without Jianmen, the human race would be even worse.

After walking through the inner door, Fu Shang no longer walked slowly, because further inside, only the elders of Jianmen could enter.

Therefore, with a flash of his body, he entered the deepest part of the inner gate.

"who are you?"

As soon as Fu Shang stepped into it, an old voice suddenly came from the air.

Fu Shang raised his head slightly and saw a white-haired old man standing on a snow-white mountain cliff with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a slight frown.

"Human race?"

The old man seemed to notice something, and his brows relaxed a little.

"Human race."

Fu Shang nodded.

"Which tribe are you a master of? I have never seen you before."

The old man had a strange look in his eyes and asked warmly.

The young man in front of him looks very young, but his aura is extremely powerful. Compared with him, he is only one or two steps behind him. He can be regarded as a great master in the world!

In the entire Sword Sect, apart from him, there is probably no other master who can compare with him!

When did the human race have such a young master?

As the master of the Sword Sect, he didn’t even know!

At the same time, there was a hint of joy in his heart.

At a time when there are internal and external troubles, the human race has such a young master. God bless the Sword Sect and the human race!

"My name is Fu Shang, the high priest of the Red Stone Tribe."

Fu sadly realized that the old man in front of him was Feng Shang, the master of the Sword Sect and the father of Feng Xiaozhong.

However, this old man's body was full of twilight, with a strong aura of death, and he looked like his life was passing away and his life was not long, but his strength should not be underestimated.

At least, anyone who is deceived by his appearance will definitely die miserably.

"Red Stone Tribe?"

Hearing this, the old man was stunned because he had never heard of this name.

"There is a small tribe on the edge of the wilderness. Because the place where they live is backed by a red stone mountain, it is named Hongshi. It is normal for the old Sect Master Feng not to know about it."

Fu Shang said lightly.

As the holy land of the human race, Jianmen nominally protects the entire wilderness, but small tribes like the Red Stone Tribe will disappear without knowing when.

Naturally, the master of the Sword Sect will not know about it.

"Feel sorry."

The old man's eyes dimmed slightly, and he sighed: "As I age, it is no longer possible to protect my human race..."

He could naturally hear the meaning behind Fu Shang's words, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The human race is weak, and whether it is the demon race, the god race, or the demon race, their strength far exceeds that of the human race.

It is not easy for Jianmen to maintain the wilderness, and it is already not easy to maintain the superficial stability.

"My dear friend, please come up and talk to me."

After the old man sighed, please come up.

Fushang naturally had no fear and walked up the cliff.

This high cliff is called the Jade Sword Forest, and every plant, tree, flower, and stone in it is carved with sword intent.

Therefore, the arrival of Fushang was felt.

"My dear Fushang, please sit down."

The old man asked him to sit down on the stone bench, take out a pot of tea, and pour it for him.

"Thank you."

Fu Shang took the tea cup, blew it gently, and took a sip.

"I wonder why my little friend is here?"

Without much conversation, the old man said straight to the point.

Fu Shang has a cold aura, and he is not a talkative person at first glance. Naturally, he will not ramble on and offend people.

"For the future of Jianmen."

Fu Shang put down his tea cup and said calmly.

Naturally, he came here to meet Feng Xiaozhong, but since he saw the old man, he naturally didn't mind talking to him.

"The future of Sword Gate."

The old man's face moved slightly, and he felt a little happy in his heart. He smiled and said, "I would like to hear my opinion, little friend."

He was short-lived, and it was already very difficult to survive until now.

If he dies, Jianmen will be in chaos, and it will be difficult for several elders to support Jianmen and protect the wilderness.

Suddenly such a human master came. Although he was a little wary, he couldn't help but feel a little joy.

"In the wilderness, Jianmen is the most respected! Many human tribes in the wilderness are all proud to join Jianmen."

Fu Shang glanced at the old man and said:

"But now, in the Sword Sect, the poor families and the famous families are fighting each other for power, and only the gods and monsters are the enemies! In the wilderness, the human race has become the food of other races in captivity."

"And the old sect master, you didn't teach your son well, and God made people angry. Your grandson also committed adultery, causing harm to the human race. Do you know that?"

"What?"

The old man was shocked, and his expression couldn't help but change: "Rape?"

"Feng Wuji is a spy planted by the Xiaomang Divine Clan in Jianmen, and he is also the divine envoy of the Xiaomang Divine Clan. It was his handiwork when more than a thousand Jianmen disciples made blood sacrifices to Tianxiang's mother during the chaos in the Demon Ruins."

Fu Shang said with a hint of pity in his eyes.

From the memory contained in that finger of the deity, he learned a lot, the most detailed of which was naturally about Feng Xiaozhong's three thousand reincarnations and his life.

Of course there is Feng Shang.

Feng Shang was dedicated to revitalizing Jianmen and protecting the human race. However, first his son went crazy for some reason and madly dissected various races, causing outrage and resentment. Then his grandson was raped and died in a human race car fight at his hands. quantity.

Even, to a certain extent, he died because of his grandson's plan, which is really sad and lamentable.

call!

Feng Shang's expression changed, her chest rose and fell slightly, and she couldn't help coughing.

"What do you want to do by saying this?"

After a while, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Feng Shang barely regained her composure, but there was still a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"I just don't want the old sect master to be deceived and die in confusion due to other people's schemes."

Fu Shang held the tea cup and said calmly:

"To be honest, I came to Jianmen for Feng Xiaozhong! Not to plot against Jianmen."

"Xiao Zhong..."

Feng Shang took a deep breath and said, "How much hatred?"

Although Feng Xiaozhong caused anger and resentment for dissecting various ethnic groups, he was still his son.

Hearing that Fu Shang's target was Feng Xiaozhong, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

"He will live or die!"

Fu Shang looked at the old man and said calmly.