An Alternative Crash Method for Sword Cultivation

The iron guard who was in charge of blocking it was miserable, and after Lin Fangsheng had finished comprehending it, he turned his gaze over and saw the woman who was attacking, and then wondered: "Why are you here?"

That woman had met Lin Fangsheng once, and she was the arrogant banshee who was invited by Palace Master Sihua at the inn.It's just that this pretty lady now looks haggard and lacks elegance, and she just glared at him viciously, but Lin Fangsheng felt helpless and funny about the disgust he didn't know where it came from.

The banshee was holding a blue long whip, but was blocked by four or five iron guards, and she pointed at Lin Fangsheng from a distance: "If it wasn't for you, how could my palace master be cursed? Thief, I will definitely take your life to save you!" Palace Master!"

Lin Fangsheng was stunned: "Why did Si Huajun get cursed?" This is really weird.

But the woman still glared angrily and said: "You thief, you are used to pretending. After seeing you, the palace master fell asleep the next day. The blood curse can only be planted close to you. Who else is there besides you?"

There was one other person besides me... Lin Fangsheng felt a pang of pain in his heart again, his face was also slightly pale, and his fingers were tightly clenched under the sleeve robe.Without looking at her again, he just said: "Don't worry, I will try to save him."

But the woman was relentless and insisted on taking Lin Fangsheng down and pleading guilty to the Palace Mistress.Until a man came in a hurry, confessed his crime, and forcibly took her away.

Lin Fangsheng sighed and said, "Palace Master Sihua is a fan, but it's a bit difficult to serve her."

He was talking to himself, but Helian Wancheng replied: "Orcas are fierce."

Lin Fangsheng was amazed again, this irritable woman turned out to be a killer whale, no wonder her fists were quicker than her mind.Can't help but think...Si Huajun's taste is really extraordinary.

While talking, he had entered the bedroom with his master.The house here is gorgeous and well-guarded. On the bright side, there are guards in iron armor with icy cold and evil spirits. There are guards at three steps, one sentry at five steps, and secret guards, let alone ordinary guards.

Inside the sleeping hall is the dragon bed, among the sea-like blue clouds, there is an old man in his early fifties who is asleep, even if he has not opened his eyes, he is born with an aura of calm and majesty.

Although he was in a deep sleep, the real dragon's aura condensed into a dragon shape, and there was a black air bondage on the dragon's body, no matter how hard the golden dragon struggled, it couldn't get rid of it.

In the silent hall, the maids, servants, queens and concubines are all silent, accompanying the attendants by the side.

Under the guidance of General Chen, Helian Wancheng stepped to the side of the dragon bed, felt the pulse with two fingers, closed his eyes and checked carefully, and after a while, he opened a pair of eyes without joy or fear, and calmly said: "Only now The only way is to forcefully suppress it."

There were soft sighs and sobs all around.

General Chen also knelt on the ground slowly, as if he couldn't hold on any longer, he slammed his fist heavily on the ground: "Could it be that the way of heaven is going to kill me and Qinglong can't do it!"

However, Helian Wancheng spoke coldly again amidst the gloom and mist: "It's too early to give up at this time."

Master's ordinary words, like a thunderbolt, shattered all the gloomy look in the bedroom, leaving nothing left.

When leaving, Lin Fangsheng deliberately slowed down, and asked General Chen in a low voice: "How many sons does your majesty have left, is it possible that no one can take the throne?"

General Chen's eyes were still bloodshot, and when he heard this, his brows were deeply furrowed: "It's not that no one can ascend the throne, but because everyone can ascend the throne."

Seeing Lin Fangsheng's puzzled expression, he guessed that immortal cultivators didn't understand the secular world, so he patiently explained, and said: "The Son of Heaven intends to appoint His Royal Highness Minglong as the crown prince, but he has not drafted an imperial edict yet..."

There are still four sons left, and now they are forming a clique for personal gain, eyeing the throne covetously, ignoring powerful enemies around them, once there is civil strife, life will be ruined.

It is normal for the mortal world to have overlapping regimes, and Lin Fangsheng is not stupid. All kinds of causal and self-interest can be understood with a little help, and his fair face is getting paler and paler.

Helian Wancheng stopped in the corridor of the palace and looked at the young apprentice, intending to inquire.

Outside the cloister is the Imperial Garden. There are jagged rocks in the rockery, and the winding water flows under the flowers. However, I don’t feel the cloud over the palace at all.

Lin Fangsheng saw Master Qingjue's straight posture, like a long spear, which scattered some of the beautiful scenery in the garden.

The master is dedicated to seeking the truth, and is upright, but now he will be stigmatized because of his blindness?

Lin Fangsheng's thoughts were chaotic, and he felt warm fingers falling on his cheeks. Helian Wancheng said again: "Fang Sheng, overthinking is harmful and useless."

Hearing the seriousness of Master's words, he felt terrified, gritted his teeth, and saluted: "Master, please allow this disciple to act alone."

Helian Wancheng's cold eyes seemed to see through his mind and cause and effect. He stared quietly for a moment, then nodded and agreed: "Don't act rashly."

Then without hesitation, he turned around and left with General Chen.

After the master looked away, Lin Fangsheng just felt a little relieved.

He left the palace again, found a quiet place, let his mind go, and tried his best to spread his spiritual consciousness.

Dayuan City has a radius of thousands of miles and a population of millions, and because of the benevolence of the emperor, it has opened up trade with the adjacent demon world, so the aura is mixed and difficult to identify. If someone wants to hide, it will be hard to find within ten and a half months.And that person only needs to wait until the day when the Heavenly Demon Curse is activated.

Lin Fangsheng strolled in the bustling city, as if playing a game, passed through the market, stood in front of a magnificent mansion, looked up at the plaque with the word Ning written on it.Then he pushed the door open and entered. The doorman's eyes were dull, and he greeted him like a puppet.

In the back garden of Prince Ning's mansion, Gongye Mingjing devoted himself to seeking Taoism, and built the back garden like a pulpit, with red plums and green bamboos, surrounding a jade building.

In front of the Biyu Tower, there are two pines, with ancient and strong branches, forming a green shade, blocking the warm golden sunset that is slowly sinking to the west.

There was a man with a long body standing under a green pine, with his back to him.

A head of long hair like purple smoke, scattered like flowing water, slowly turned around in the shadows.

The brilliance between heaven and earth also dimmed a bit.

The man had a haughty face and cold purple eyes, but when he saw him, he showed a smile that melted like ice and snow: "Brother Fang Sheng, you are here."

Daoist Jindan, with strong demon energy and terrifying spiritual pressure, doesn't even appear to be depressed.

Lin Fangsheng walked in step by step, and also followed under the shade of the pine tree. There were stone tables and benches under the tree, and there was wine on the table.

He held the white porcelain jug, filled two thin white porcelain cups, and handed one of them to Moxiu.

Yan Xie took the wine glass, looked at him with a smile, clinked the glass lightly, and drank it down in one gulp.

The best bamboo leaf green, sweet and mellow, enters the throat with a line.

Lin Fangsheng put down his wine glass, but Yan Xie asked curiously: "Brother Fangsheng, how did you find this place?"

His fingers trembled, but he stabilized them immediately, and his tone of voice was calm and upright: "You and I have met many times, and the yang essence and energy are all resonated."

Yan Xie laughed loudly: "It's so, but I miscalculated."

Lin Fangsheng filled the wine glasses of the two of them again, and said, "I have something to ask you."

Yan Xie was still as usual, with a handsome smile, sat happily at the stone table, raised his glass again, the sleeves of the black robe slipped down, revealing a wrist with distinct knuckles: "Say everything you know, talk endlessly."

Lin Fangsheng also toasted with him, and the two sat down facing each other and had a drink: "But you pretended to be a war wing and led me into Xiangyue's belly?"

Yan Xie smiled: "Exactly."

"It's you pretending to be a demon cultivator again, colluding with Luo Haoran, and handing over the Soul Extinguisher Lamp to him?"

Yan Xie still had a happy face, with a kind smile: "Exactly."

"You did all the blood curses in Jiangjiazhuang, Liuzhen, and Beiming?"

Yan Xie replied with a smile: "Not bad."

"Why so much trouble?"

"Blood Curse Soul Yin, strong to the peak, can erode the blood of the real dragon."

"So you lure blood relatives to kill each other, just to learn the art of raising Gu?" Lin Fangsheng's tone was a bit condensed.

Yan Xie smiled, as if it had never changed, and his eyes were soft, falling on Lin Fangsheng's face: "Those who achieve great things, don't care about small details, brother Fang Sheng has never killed a demon beast?"

Lin Fangsheng was stopped when he heard the words, he couldn't answer.

Yan Xie tasted the wine again: "Brother Fang Sheng, do you have any questions?"

Lin Fangsheng looked at him squarely: "Are you using my hand to cast a curse on Si Huajun and Gongye Mingjing?"

It was the time when the sun was setting on the western mountain, the twilight was deep and boundless, and Yan Xie's gentle smile also melted into this darkness.This time he didn't answer, but he said, "Brother Fang Sheng, do you know that in the universe, there are immortals, demons, and monsters without the six realms?"

Lin Fangsheng didn't know why he asked such a question, he just frowned slightly, waiting for him to justify himself.

Yan Xie was full of smiles, and continued on his own: "Do you know why Wujie has no trace or location, but it can stand side by side with other Wujie?"

He added: "Just because there is no trace, that is, nowhere, no trace, no place, and nowhere."

However, Lin Fangsheng could hear a hint of ominousness from his mysterious, lie-like words, and couldn't help but be moved.

Yan Xie smiled, and only now did he seem to be shaken, showing a little crack: "Brother Fang Sheng probably guessed it, the unbounded invasion has swallowed nearly half of the demon world."

"So, if Emperor Qinglong's lineage is cut off and the world is in chaos, can the demon cultivator take advantage of the chaos and sneak in to escape the boundless erosion?"

Only when Lin Fangsheng had to be reminded, he deduced the Yan Xie clan's plan clearly.

"Brother Fang Sheng, you are worthy of being one with me, and you have predicted every step." Yan Xie couldn't help but sighed with a smile, but got up, walked around the stone table, embraced him in his arms, and said, "I am not a demon cultivator. The body is just a phantom projected onto the human world by the Dragon Slaying Immortal, so it is disguised as a form, but it is a small skill, but you will find it if you don’t want to.”

Lin Fangsheng didn't answer, but just closed his eyes and remained silent, leaning his forehead lightly on Yan Xie's chest: "Now you tell me that I am just a phantom, and tell me... how to touch you."

Yan Xie was slightly stunned, and then smiled joyfully: "Brother, you can touch wherever you want." He bent down again, picked Lin Fangsheng up, sat down by himself, and then carefully placed him on his lap. If so emotional, it made him a little overjoyed.

Lin Fangsheng felt that his arms were getting tighter and tighter around his waist, and he couldn't help frowning, but he didn't struggle. He just put his hands on Moxiu's chest, slowly moved down, and stuck them to his lower abdomen, flirting together: "That day Your dantian was pierced, but is it true?"

Yan Xie suddenly felt an evil fire coming from the palm of his hand, and he didn't realize that he was about to move. He hugged him tightly, put his lips on the earlobe, and the heat was fumigated, and he saw a little soft earlobe dyed red: "If the dantian Destruction, how to live stealthily, naturally cannot be taken seriously. Leaving aside these things, brother Fang Sheng will wait for a few days, the Dragon Slayer Immortal has promised that if things come true, he will not recall me again, and will make me the devil king and you the devil queen, From now on, my brother and I will no longer have to..."

deceive each other.

Yan Xie's words were stuck in his mouth, and he felt severe pain in his dantian.

The dantian was broken open by a sharp sword intent in Lin Fangsheng's palm.The scorching sword light of crimson and gold is piercing through the center of the golden core.