Fu Mang sat on the bench and drank the ink stalk soup made by a woman.

This is a food that witches often take. A thick soup made from special black wheat straw. It is a bit like rice paste. It tastes slightly bitter but has a sweet aftertaste.

This is a plant in the fairy world, containing huge spiritual energy.

Xu Xian also got a bowl, but Xu Xian was too small to sit on a high table. In his eyes, the bowl was no different from a big pot.

The concentration of spiritual energy of a bowl of thick soup exceeds the concentration of a thousand elixirs in the mortal world.

And this is just food for ordinary witches.

Xu Xian sighed again, although this witch house is dilapidated, if you really count it, a small sect in the world may not have this witch family "rich".

Xu Xian would not miss this thick soup. He drank it all without a drop, and it was not enough, so he ordered another bowl.

"The witch people have been passed down for 100,000 years, and their branches are as lush as the branches and leaves of towering trees. There are too many tribes here. In my opinion, everyone is born with the same roots, regardless of the high or low status, but some witch people just want to divide people into different levels. What do people say that some people are noble from birth, and some people are naturally inferior..."

When Xu Xian heard this, he always felt familiar, as if in the world he used to be, there were also people playing similar routines.

"The noble witches do not regard the lowly witches as humans, but as livestock, and can be tortured and killed at will. I hate this." After Fu Mang finished speaking, he sighed, and there was a hint of helplessness.

Yes, how could this deeply rooted tradition be subverted by him alone?

When Xu Xian heard what Fu Mang said, he also understood what was going on.

No wonder the witches kill each other. It turns out that in the eyes of the witches, this is not a big deal. High-level witches can clean up and kill the lower-level witch tribes for anything, and just make up a reason, even without any reason.

Because no one will pursue it.

So although Xu Xian killed all the witch soldiers, Fu Mang would not hate Xu Xian. On the contrary, he had to thank Xu Xian for his actions, otherwise he would take action if he met him.

But it may not be able to save these dozen young women and children.

"Brother Xu, are you an immortal from the Immortal Dynasty?" Fu Mang changed the topic. He obviously hated the internal affairs of the witch.

Xu Xian nodded.

There is nothing to deny about this.

"I know a lot of immortals, I have also known each other. I have traveled secretly in the Immortal Dynasty and learned a lot of customs and customs." After Fu Mang said that, he looked at the Immortal Sword of Hundred Battles on Xu Xian's waist.

"Brother Xu's sword skills are good. If you put it lightly, you can crack the sword skills I have practiced hard."

Talking about kendo is Xu Xian’s strength.

Next, the two of them took out their own understanding of Jiandao and discussed it, and they actually felt that they had met too late.

Fumang's swordsmanship was inherited by his father. Fumang's ancestors were all famous sword saints among the witches, and he himself was also a sword saint-level existence.

In this way, Fu Mang has a very high knowledge of swordsmanship, but the path he takes is completely different from that of the immortals on the fairy path. It is very novel for Xu Xian and is most suitable for enriching his own swordsmanship.

So the two chatted all night long.

When it was dawn, I was still feeling a little unfulfilled.

However, Xu Xian knew that he had to go back. As the chief general guarding Yinshan Pass, he had to show up during the day, otherwise it would easily affect the morale of the army.

And it won't work if there is something important to you.

So I agreed with Fumang that I would continue to discuss the kendo here tomorrow night.

Fu Mang couldn't bear to give up this opportunity, and Xu Xian benefited a lot, so why didn't he?

"Then let's make a decision."

"See you then."

Xu Xian said goodbye and rushed back to Yinshan Pass as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, his journey back was very smooth and there were no twists and turns. When he arrived at Yinshan Pass, he still practiced and inspected daily. At the same time, he asked the deputy generals if the literati had ordered them to come down.

The deputy general didn't know about this, and according to what he said, he could only continue to wait.

Xu Xian naturally did not rush, so it would be better to go backwards.

When it was dark, Xu Xian left Yinshan Pass again and sneaked into the witch territory. This time he was familiar with the road and went straight to the previous tribal village.

It was only when Xu Xian arrived that he realized that he had been surrounded by hundreds of witch soldiers.

Fu Mang is fighting with him.

Xu Xian estimated that these witch soldiers should be the accomplices of the group of witches who were killed by him last night. They lost hundreds of people last night, so they came over.

At this moment, Fu Mang was fighting against a large number of witch soldiers with one battle.

However, although his sword skills are high, he does not have Xu Xian's sword-breaking intention and cannot resolve the opponent's witchcraft, so he can only fight hard. Although he killed many enemies, he himself was injured and the situation was not good.

This reflects the special features of Xu Xian’s swordsmanship.

Fu Mang's swordsmanship is also high, and even the sword saint among the witches. Those witches are also powerful, and their single-body strength is far beyond ordinary spiritual immortal masters. It can be imagined that under the siege together, except for Xu Xian who can use the sword intent to break the magic to suppress the opponent and defeat the more with less, others cannot do this.

Seeing that the Fu Wei was suppressed and the defeat was revealed, Xu Xian naturally could not stand by and watch.

Draw his sword and join the battle group.

This time, the situation reversed.

How many spells are from the witch man, and how many Xu Xian slashes. No matter what kind of spells are, a ball of hot flames, a frost of cold air, or a black ghost, no matter what it is, it cannot stop Xu Xian's sword.

In a moment, dozens of witch wizards were killed. A witch commander over there knew he was defeated and blew the bone flute. The remaining witch soldiers began to retreat.

"You can't let them run away." Fu Mang shouted, and Xu Xian wanted to say this too.

If these witch soldiers run away, there will definitely be endless troubles. It is best to kill the weeds.

Xu Xian did not hold back any longer and directly used a move of the Ten Thousand Swords Qiu Feng. The witch soldiers were immediately killed like dead branches and leaves.

One move in seconds.

Looking at the white-robed sword god suddenly popping out from behind Xu Xian, Fu Mang's eyes widened and his whole body was trembling with excitement. This reaction was obviously a bit abnormal.

The next moment, Fu Mang, the witch sword saint, actually walked over a few steps and bowed to the white-robed sword god behind Xu Xian.

Xu Xian was surprised, but seeing Fu Mang's excited expression did not look like he recognized the wrong person.

As a result, I found out after asking that the sword saint Fu Mang actually knew him, the white-robed sword god.

Speaking of which, Xu Xian's current white-robed sword god is completely different from the original one, mainly in the depths of the Demon Abyss, fusing with the corpse of the mysterious swordsman senior.

At that time, Xu Xian discovered a problem. This senior master was very tall and obviously exceeded the standards of a normal immortal. However, at that time, Xu Xian didn't think much about it. There was no problem with the master's corpse dress and appearance.

But now, this senior master who explores the ultimate swordsmanship is simply a witch.

Only witches have that height and body shape.

Moreover, the other party's obsession condenses into a terrifying curse, which is also a kind of witchcraft.

Of course this is not a coincidence. The real coincidence is that Fu Mang said that this white-robed sword god was his grandfather.

"Are you sure?" Xu Xian felt that if he dragged his grandfather out to use it, he would be a little disrespectful, or rather offensive.

"It's not wrong. Although my grandfather disappeared when I was born, I have a portrait of my grandfather at home and my grandfather also has the mark of my clan. This is not wrong." Fu Mang was very excited.

Xu Xian also discovered the mark he mentioned before, just on the white-robed sword god's arm, it looked like a tattoo.

But the furious situation of Xu Xian was not there when Fu Mang was worried. On the contrary, Fu Mang seemed to not care about what Xu Xian was worried about at all, but instead talked about his grandfather's affairs.

"My grandfather is obsessed with swordsmanship and wants to promote it to the fourth path after the three paths of witches, immortals and Buddhas. He was recognized by the Heavenly Way. For this reason, he studied for his whole life, but he did not succeed in the end." Xu Xian agreed with Fu Mang's words. If he had no such obsession, the white-robed sword god would not have such a terrifying curse.

Xu Xian also roughly told the story of finding the white-robed sword god. After Fu Mang heard it, his eyes glowed: "Brother Xu, this means that my grandfather has recognized you. He wants you to fulfill his last wish for him."

This is right, and the obsession left by that swordsman senior also means this.

The result was that Fu Mang not only did not get angry because Xu Xian refined his grandfather's body into the sword god style, but the relationship between the two was closer because of this matter.

This is something Xu Xian didn't expect.

Later he realized that the traditions of the witch people are somewhat different. Many witch people have the tradition of refining their ancestors and grandparents into witch tools.

For example, some witch tribes will refine the heads of their ancestors into holy tools and store them in the tribe as treasures.

Next, the two cleaned the battlefield and accidentally found a letter.

It was found from the witch leader.

"Turn the envoys of the Buddha Kingdom in Wenggu, commanded their troops, and waited outside Yinshan Pass. When they saw orders to enter the pass."

Fu Mang explained to Xu Xian, but Xu Xian was stunned.

He didn't understand the previous one, but he understood the next few words.

The commander waited outside Yinshan Pass and saw orders to enter the pass.

Obviously, the witch man had already started to prepare for the attack. This was probably the plan agreed upon with the scholars and officials of the Immortal Dynasty. But what Xu Xian cares about was the first sentence.

Recruiting the messengers of the Buddha's kingdom.
Chapter completed!