Five ancient formations were destroyed in a row. Fang Zhong and Bai Xiaosheng stopped. They could not go any further. The formation diagram ahead was terrifying and made them feel frightened.
"This is a truly peerless formation. It's too dangerous." Bai Xiaosheng couldn't help but hesitate. The aura of the formation diagram in front was very terrifying. It was well preserved and hid a huge crisis.
"Back off." Fang Zhong was decisive and turned around to leave.
The two walked out of the valley on several ancient formations. They saw flowers, trees and green bamboos again. In a trance, they felt like they were human beings again.
They benefited a lot from destroying several large formations this time. But the danger involved was really frightening. If it weren't for the ancient bronze tripod, they wouldn't be able to get out.
Seeing the two people coming out, Xu Qian and a group of old antiques rushed to greet them. They got five ancient formation diagrams and were very satisfied.
"Master, why don't you continue to break the formation? There are several large formations behind you." An old man said with a look of regret on his face.
"The remaining large formations are not dangerous. I don't need to go there. If you have time, you can go in and have a look around by yourself." Bai Xiaosheng didn't even raise his eyelids, leaving a big hole.
"This guy is really too shady."
His face didn't turn red and his heart didn't beat. He dug a big hole silently. Such a method made Fang Zhong admire him. This guy is indeed a magic stick.
At that time, a group of old antiques were choked. You looked at me, I looked at you. They were all silent.
Only ghosts would believe that there was no danger in the remaining formations. Even if there was really no danger, they would not dare to go in. They were really scared.
Surrounded by a group of people, Bai Xiaosheng moved into the best house in the Tiantian Sect. Fang Zhong was ignored. No one knew that he had made great efforts in breaking the ancient formation. They only regarded him as I got a big deal. When I looked at him, I was full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"As for that."
Fang Zhong smiled casually and didn't care. What he needed was to keep a low profile, so that he could quietly strengthen his cultivation.
Saying goodbye to a group of young people from the Duotian Sect, Fang Zhong returned to the guest house. From a distance, he saw many people surrounding the gate.
"Didn't the scholar go to the mountain gate of Duotian Sect? Why haven't you come back yet?"
"Not long ago, there was a huge earthquake in the Seizing Heaven Sect. A bright divine light shot straight into the sky. Some experts suspected that it was a peerless killing formation from ancient times. I don't know what happened."
"Wait a minute. You should be able to find out if you wait a little longer."
Hearing such discussion, Fang Zhong understood immediately. These people were all here for Bai Xiaosheng. As soon as he went to Duantian Sect, he made a big noise. These people all smelled the mysterious smell and were all blocked here. I want to know what happened from his mouth.
The guest house was blocked. There was no way to get in. Fang Zhong could only avoid it. He didn't know what would happen if he was discovered by this group of people.
The streets of the imperial city are extremely lively. People come and go, and there are endless carriages and horses. The monks and mortals get along harmoniously. There is no disharmony.
At this moment, Fang Zhong discovered several young people, all dressed in Taoist robes, walking on the street, seemingly searching for something.
"A disciple of Xuanqing Sect."
Fang Zhong was secretly awestruck. He didn't expect the Xuanqing Sect's disciples to arrive so quickly. Someone had already arrived in the imperial city.
He felt the pressure. He searched the imperial city carefully and discovered the Shuiyan Pavilion and the disciples of the casual cultivator lineage one after another. All of these people came.
People from the three major Xuanmen and the casual cultivator lineage in Zhaonan County actually rushed to the imperial city. Among them, the people from the Lingyin Mountain lineage were killed by Bai Xiaosheng. But the people from Shuiyan Pavilion, Xuanqing Sect, and the casual cultivator lineage were still there. Now, they don't dare to break into the guest house of Duotian Sect. They can only try their luck on the street to see if they can meet Fang Zhong.
After observing in secret for a long time, Fang Zhong left quietly. He needed to plan carefully. It was best to catch them all at once.
In the next three days, Fang Zhong stayed in Duotian Sect and discussed with Bai Xiaosheng for a long time.
The sun was setting in the west. The afterglow was like blood. Fang Zhong appeared on the Imperial City Street. He walked around and the last person walked out of the Imperial City.
Secretly, people from the Xuanqing Sect, Shuiyan Pavilion, and the casual cultivators discovered him. Some of them were even more murderous and wanted to kill him.
"He wants to escape." Someone said, staring behind Fang Zhong.
"Let's rush out now and take him down."
"No. He is still in the Imperial City. It is the territory of the Nine Mysterious Sects. If he shows off a few treasures, it will attract the covetousness of the Nine Mysterious Sects. Wait until he leaves the Imperial City before taking action." Finally, darkly Everyone here did not take action. They just followed Fang Zhong closely.
After all, this is the Imperial City of Qin. It is the territory of the Nine Mysterious Sects. There are countless masters among them. They don't want the fact that Fang Zhong is carrying a treasure to be revealed.
The suburbs of the imperial city have rolling mountains and towering trees. It is a completely primitive landscape. It is very different from the prosperity in the imperial city.
It is said that in ancient times, this was the center of the entire Qin Dynasty, where dragon veins gathered. In the past, many monks came here to worship, wanting to explore the dragon veins and seek great opportunities.
But time flies. The sea changes. Everything has changed.
"Everyone, come out." Fang Zhongli stood among the towering ancient trees and shouted coldly. These people have followed him for dozens of miles. It's time to show up.
brush.
Figures flickered. A dozen people appeared around Fang Zhong, divided into three directions, and surrounded him.
People from the Shuiyan Pavilion, the Xuanqing Sect, and the casual cultivator lineage all came. Several people from each family came. The worst ones had reached the sixth level of the psychic realm.
"Mr. Fang, we have had a hard time looking for you." A seductress from the Shuiyan Pavilion came out. Behind her were four women who were looking at each other in a flirtatious manner.
They all smiled sweetly. There was no sparkle at all, but there was a piercing murderous intent in their eyes. It made people feel frightened.
"Fang Zhong. You can't escape. Hand over the treasures you have. Our Xuanqing Sect can spare your life." Several Taoist priests from the Xuanqing Sect also came over.
"No need to say anything to him. Kill him. Then we will decide the ownership of the treasure." People from the casual cultivator lineage are even more direct. They will kill people when they open their mouths.
These people are all very powerful. The worst ones have reached the sixth level of the psychic realm. Among them, there are masters of the air control realm. It can be said that Fang Zhong took great pains to deal with him.
The dense forest here is deep, quiet and elegant. Countless towering giant trees grow in it, implying some kind of strange law. There is a trace of the charm of the avenue contained in it.
"You are really haunted. Several people in Lingyin Mountain are already dead. Do you want to follow in their footsteps?" Fang Zhong laughed. He didn't care at all.
"Hmph. Lingyin Mountain is just a bunch of idiots. All three of our families are here today. We all have powerful trump cards. You can't escape." A Taoist priest from the Xuanqing Sect walked out, carrying a long sword on his back. His whole body is filled with divine light. He is a master in the air control realm.
Not only that. The long sword in his hand is even more extraordinary. It is a powerful magic weapon of Xuanqing Sect. It has reached the top grade of spiritual weapons.
Sonorous.
This man sacrificed his divine weapon. The bright sword light engulfed an area dozens of feet away. People from the Shuiyan Pavilion and the casual cultivators quickly avoided it, fearing that the other party would kill them all.
"Hmph. You only have this little courage. You can only rely on the magic weapons to fight me." Fang Zhong sneered and said, "If I were in the same realm as you, I could kill you with one hand."
"Arrogant." A young man came out of the Xuanqing Sect. He was only about twenty years old. His cultivation had reached the sixth level of the psychic realm. He said coldly: "Killing you is like butchering a dog. I can kill you by myself." Then kill. If you don't use the treasure, I can kill you with one hand."
"Yeah."
"The outcome of the battle will be known later." The young man looked up to the sky and roared. The true energy in his body surged, flooding a large area of void.
"let me."
"I'll kill him until he surrenders." At the same time, one of the casual cultivators from Shuiyan Pavilion also came out. Their cultivation level was around the sixth or seventh level of the psychic realm.
They are all elites in their respective sects and are extremely arrogant. How could someone like Xiang Fang Zhong look down on them like this? It immediately aroused their murderous intentions.
brush.
Three divine lights rose into the sky. They took action at the same time.
Although the three of them didn't think that Fang Zhong could overpower them, they were still very careful and tacitly chose to attack at the same time.
The divine light swayed and gathered into a curtain of light that shrouded Fang Zhong. This was not a divine spell, but it still contained terrifying attack power.
Bang.
A silver fist broke through the divine light and tore the light curtain apart. Fang Zhong's whole body was bathed in the bright starlight. The dense power of the stars enveloped him, showing great power.
The dazzling light curtain was shaking loudly. Fang Zhong tore a big hole open with his bare hands. Then he soared up into the sky and crossed the light curtain. There were stars shining in the middle of his palms. He took the initiative to attack and killed the three young masters. .I want to use them to hone my cultivation.
The sonorous sound is endless. Fang Zhong's treasure body is unparalleled. It is extremely powerful. It can kill six or seven masters in the psychic realm. It can withstand their siege with ease.
"Hmph. I didn't expect that your cultivation level would improve again after not seeing you for a few days." The young man from Xuanqing Sect saw that Fang Zhong's cultivation level had improved again and reached the fourth level of psychic realm. He couldn't help but sneer: "But the ending is not the same. There will be no change. You will eventually die by my sword."
He sacrificed a long sword. It was three feet long and half an inch wide. It was as black as ink. There was a breathtaking demonic power flowing on it.
Sonorous.
The demonic sword vibrated, creating a black screen of light. It was extremely sharp and had terrifying power. The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling continued as it beheaded Xiang Fang Zhong.
"It's just a magic sword. I'll break it into pieces for you." Fang Zhong laughed. He shot up into the sky and waved his fist against the dark magic sword.
This was a strange collision. A flesh and blood body fought against an evil demon sword. But the result was shocking. The demon sword containing terrifying power failed to cut Fang Zhong. His whole body was covered with starlight, and streaks fell down. It came down like a curtain, blocking the terrifying sword light.
This was just the beginning. Fang Zhong crossed the void and stepped on the seven stars. In an instant, he was in front of the young man. His silver fist suddenly swung down.
clang.
This blow hit the magic sword, and there was a harsh clang.
clang.
There was no pause. Fang Zhong swung his fists like meteors, constantly hitting the demon sword. It seemed as if he was really going to break the demon sword into pieces.