I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

In the sky above the East China Sea today, there are already fewer monks who "take chances".

In the past, when the Black Jiao King was angry, he could still vividly see the bloodbath of Yingzhou Island. Afterwards, some people did not believe in evil and insisted on testing the bottom line of the East China Sea monster clan. As a result, there were ten deaths and no survivors. Basically, they all focused on killing Stop killing the subordinates of the Black Flood Dragon King.

Gradually, no one dared to provoke him—this [-]-year-old flood dragon was crazy and unreasonable. He went out to the sea to bask in the sun from time to time, and even blamed the passing monks for blocking the light, so he was arrested and beaten.

What was even more irritating was that he didn't even find a better excuse, and said straightforwardly: "I don't like you", "You are too ugly to look at", "You can fight if you fight. Is the seat responsible for you?"

All the sects in the Eastern Realm twisted their noses angrily, this old jiao is not only messing around, but also stinky and shameless.

From the first wave of giving away people's heads, to the later innocent passers-by, he is a majestic Mahayana king who beat up people, and even ransacked them all.You have lived for tens of thousands of years, can you still look up to that magical treasure that leaked out from between your fingernails? !

It was obvious that he wanted to humiliate them.

It can be described as a reward for the present world, and now it is the turn of the robbers in the past to experience the feeling of being manipulated and having to swallow their breath, which can also be regarded as a cycle of karma and unhappy retribution.

The creature's bullying and fear of strength when faced with an egg hitting a rock has also contributed to the true purpose of the Black Serpent King's turmoil - to protect the monster tribes and make people weigh the price they will have to pay in the future before doing anything to them.

Therefore, except for the monks who are from the giant sect and have Mahayana ancestors in their own families, who dare to come to the East China Sea together, only those who are also in the Mahayana realm can come to the East China Sea.

However, Fang Qinghong traveled all the way, occasionally meeting a few casual cultivators who came to do business with the Yaozu and barter - at any time, don't underestimate the viability of businessmen.

But when others looked at him, they were much more surprised.

Now, under the joint efforts of Kunlun Palace and Taiweiyuan, everyone has rubbed and imprinted the Lingshi with Fang Qinghong's true face. Even spirits cultivated from root grass know what he looks like.

In order to facilitate activities, he used illusion early on to disguise himself as a mediocre Golden Core cultivator with mediocre aptitude.Although he wasn't disheveled, his attire was basically close to ordinary and simple, so he looked poor and white, and even robbers had no appetite when they saw him.

The spirit sword under Fang Qinghong's feet was bought cheaply at the cultivation market in Mingzhou Prefecture after leaving the teahouse, and cost hundreds of pieces of low-grade spirit stones.

The stall owner is also a disciple of a small local sect, a weapon cultivator who has just established a foundation, and the sword is also a clumsy work of his practice.Originally, he just wanted to fool a qi training rookie with little experience, but he didn't expect to be bought by such a strong Jindan.

Now this sword is almost useless except for supporting Fang Qinghongfei wobbly.

And the casual cultivator, who was trying to sell to a beautiful merman with a shy smile, was stunned to see him flying crookedly in the air.

Those who dare to come to the East China Sea to do business now are at least Nascent Soul, out-of-body cultivation, a golden core, and can only control a broken sword that can't fly fast. Isn't this, this... really here to die?

"Hey, little brother, stop!"

He raised his hand to beckon Fang Qinghong, and said loudly: "Yes, yes, let's talk about you, don't run any further, there is a black dragon squatting in the deep sea area!"

The young man turned his head and winked at him.

After returning from fighting, Fang Qinghong no longer wore white clothes similar to Jianzong's style.Now he is wearing a black dress with soft armor with arrow sleeves and a high ponytail. Even with an ordinary face, he still shows a bit of heroism.

Hearing the stranger's kind warning, he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly—only at this time, the corners of his eyes and brows leaked a few gleams of the romantic spring of the past.

"Thank you for this fellow Taoist, only the family teacher has a life, and the younger generation will come here to practice." After speaking, he also waved to people: "The green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. We will meet later."

Then turn around and fly forward.

Sanxiu looked at his back and almost blurted out: Has your master gone mad in cultivation?

And what's going on, why there is always an inexplicable sense of familiarity... He turned around muttering, thinking: Forget it, it's business that matters!

As a result, as soon as she turned her head, she heard the beautiful female mermaid jump back into the sea with a "plop".With a flick of the big tail, his face was covered with water.

"Wait, I'm not done yet!"

So this piece of tranquil sea area under the sun echoed his wailing.

On the other side, Fang Qinghong had already flew a long way with his sword, heading towards the destination of his trip - Yingzhou Island.

After so many years of changes in the trajectory of Xiandao, he is no longer in the original position, but with his fingers close to him, coupled with formation and profound arts, he is not without confidence in finding the right way.

The closer you get to the deep sea, the quieter it becomes, and there are no traces of people in the end.And under the surface of the sea, you can always vaguely see the traces of the monster clan, and they monitor everyone who comes and goes.

It's probably because I haven't seen such a golden core who is not afraid of death and knows the heights of the sky and the earth for many years. The patrol team of the Yaozu didn't even stop him at the first time, but just followed him silently, wanting to see what Fang Qinghong would do. .

In the end, after following for a long time, he saw Fang Qinghong flying around like a headless chicken with a broken sword.

The Jiao soldiers who had endured for a long time finally lost their composure, and just as their heads came out of the water, they wanted to question whether he did it on purpose, when the young man suddenly braked and stopped.

Fang Qinghong lowered his head, and said to them: "Hurry up and hide, don't accidentally hurt you."

The leader of the patrol team was still in a daze, when he saw the young man was rich and powerful, raised his hand and spilled a handful of spirit stones.Those stones formed a large formation under the guidance of divine thoughts, and then, the aura visible to the naked eye turned into beams of light, converging, connecting, and finally rubbing against the world.

For a while, the wind and cloud gathered, and the large formation was running at high speed, making the sound of "boom, boom".

Fang Qinghong put the two middle fingers of his right hand together, turned Qi into a sword, and pointed at the center of the array with one finger, only to hear a loud "bang", causing huge waves to rise!

The soldiers of the Jiao tribe who hid underwater earlier looked in shock at the space gap that was torn out in the center of the formation, and the distant view of the fairy mountain faintly revealed in it.

They looked at each other, turned their heads immediately, swung their tails and quickly sank to the bottom of the sea to report the mutation to the Black Flood Dragon King.

And the moment the passage was opened, the Jade Immortal Sword Formation outside Yingzhou Island was also activated.

The roaring wind even overflowed the gap, and began to straf the surrounding area recklessly.If it weren't for the fact that there are no people in this place, there is nothing but the sea, and it might be destroyed.

Fang Qinghong's face remained unchanged, facing the wind, Yujian flew into the gap.Immediately afterwards, the space channel was closed, the spirit stones exploded, and the magic circle without support dimmed and disappeared.

The sky is clear with few clouds, the sea is deep and calm, and the years are quiet as if nothing happened.

Ever since the last melee battle between humans and monsters and the turmoil of seizing treasures, the Jade Immortal Sword Formation is no longer driven by illusory sword intent, and what is displayed in the formation is a real fairy sword.

Without the protection of the Sword of Absolute Beginning, Fang Qinghong was oppressed by the power of the Immortal Sword and could hardly breathe.

The moment the big and small flying swords appeared, they all locked on to him and shot towards him.

At a critical moment, the jasper crown on his head suddenly glowed, and the runes carved on the jade pieces fell off one by one, flying around him.At the edge of each totem, red-golden flames were burning, and a holy and peaceful air diffused, wrapping him tightly.

In a trance, I seem to be able to hear the singing of birds and phoenixes before the prehistoric times.

He put the wrench on his hand, and stepped into the phantom of real and fake sword lights.

During the walk, Fang Qinghong suddenly discovered that only the Immortal Trapping Sword and Immortal Absolute Sword in the formation are real swords, the other two are still just phantoms!

Then it matches the information Fuyao gave him.

So in the great melee back then, Mo Yu also came to fish in troubled waters and stole the Immortal Killing Sword secretly?

Or did it come quietly afterwards?

The Shifang Nirvana Sword enshrined in the Demon Realm today must still be an imitation made of the Slaughtering Immortal Sword, supplemented by the breath of the devil.It's just that the last time Daoyu broke into the base camp of the Demon Palace, why wasn't it discovered?

However, the demon domain in the small world attacked Jianzong 50 years ahead of schedule, so it made sense to use the excuse of insufficient preparation.

But this also shows that the Demon Realm in the real world has spent more than 50 years refining the Immortal Killing Sword, forcing it to bow its head and be willing to serve as its envoy.

Although the spirit of the fairy weapon, especially the magic weapon refined by the Master Tongtian and specially used to kill immortals, is definitely not so easy to be obliterated, but if Fang Qinghong wants to save the sword spirit, it will definitely be more difficult to awaken it.

And, in whose hands did the other and most important Zhuxian Sword fall?

This is a mystery that has not surfaced so far.

Passing through the sword array without any risk, Fang Qinghong's face was full of doubts, not easy.

Revisiting his hometown and reliving old dreams, he looked at the lush vermilion fruit forest in front of him, and it was inevitable that he would lose his mind for a moment.

Before 500 years have passed, the vermilion fruit has not had time to mature, but it has produced flower buds, which are white and small, looking like a string of small lanterns, hanging among the lush branches and leaves, especially cute and pleasing.

Fang Qinghong approached, stretched out his hand and stroked it lightly.Then he took a deep breath and turned to go up the mountain.

Counting the time in Xiaoshijie, it was the third time for him to come to Yingzhou Island, and he was as familiar as returning to his own home, and he could walk through the formations along the way with his eyes closed.

But when he passed the sycamore tree on the mountainside, his footsteps stopped again.

The huge sycamore tree is full of branches and leaves, and the sunlight sees every stitch, passing through the dense crown of branches, and sprinkles fine golden light.The breeze blows, and the mottled light and shadow sway on the phoenix nest.

The young man approached step by step, pointing his toes, and flew up the branches.

In the empty lair, there were still a few glowing red phoenix blood stones lying there.

Fang Qinghong picked up one that was the size of a fingernail, pulled a piece of soft branch, and refined it into a thin spiritual chain with real essence.

He carefully threaded the phoenix blood stone with a chain, and then hung it on Jiang Zi's chest.

Beautiful stones glisten in the sun.

The bird chirped happily, folded its wings, and embraced it lovingly.

Fang Qinghong looked at it with lowered eyebrows, and slowly smiled when he saw it.He rubbed his cheek against the little bird, and his tone finally came back to life: "Go, I'll take you to collect debts!"