From Kaifeng to Zhengzhou, the terrain is flat and the road is unimpeded. After passing Zhengzhou and heading west, the terrain begins to become complicated, with undulating hills, ancient trees, and narrow paths winding between the mountains. Business travelers are forced to slow down.

As dusk approached, the group of knights found a spacious valley to camp and rest. Marquis Yunzhong took command and assigned people to chop wood and make fires, hunt game, serve horses, watch for wind, etc. They were very busy.

Except for a limited number of people, the rest of the knights are basically no more than thirty years old. It is said that there is a Kyushu Cauldron buried in the underground palace. The spiritual energy has gathered for hundreds of years, giving birth to a rare elixir. If you are destined to take it, you are likely to break through the bottleneck of cultivation. Therefore, various sects

Unwilling to be left behind, elites with development potential were selected to participate in the trip to Luoyang. A rough estimate is that the total number is nearly two hundred.

Among these knights, Fu Jingtao's cultivation is the shallowest, but in terms of fame and status, he is the one with the highest one!

Ranked first on the Qingyun List of the Great Song Dynasty.

A royal weapon that carries a sword with oneself.

No matter whether it is Yun Zhonghou, Yang Mu and other old Jianghu, or Jiang Haoyuan, Du Shanyue and other young talents, they are half a head shorter in front of the emperor's sword. You must know that a warrior has pride inside, everyone thinks that I am the best in the world.

, who is willing to accept such a huge gap? Who is willing to go to Fu Jingtao and feel uncomfortable? It seems that there is an invisible barrier that excludes Fu Jingtao from the group.

As for Ye Huayu, he was wandering around Bai Yurong and had no time to distract him.

Fu Jingtao looked left and right, everyone kept a polite distance, and finally understood the meaning of "keeping a respectful distance" - being too good will lead to isolation, and it's too cold to be at a high place!

The knights were divided into more than ten small groups, discussing the expedition enthusiastically and gearing up. In their opinion, with so many masters on their side, wouldn't it be easy to flatten the underground palace? What they focused on was how to distribute the benefits, and who opened the way and who blocked the rear?

He didn't pay any attention to the unknown dangers.

Fu Jingtao secretly smiled bitterly. If the treasures and elixirs in the underground palace were easily available, wouldn't Zhao Guangyi take them for himself? Why share them with others? Mostly because the danger of treasure hunting is too high and the price paid is too high, which is beyond his ability to bear.

The range. And the knights are so blindly optimistic that once they are in danger underground, they may cause heavy casualties.

Feeling helpless and bored, Fu Jingtao stood up and walked out of the valley. Passing through a small patch of sparse woods, he saw a cheerful stream rushing between the rocks. The shore was covered with green grass, dotted with wild flowers, the glow was like blood, and there were birds catching insects.

Children rise and fall.

Fu Jingtao looked at the white waves that suddenly appeared and died, and his restless mood suddenly calmed down. Everyone's fate changes differently, and life and death are all determined by God's will.

Just do everything according to the trend and don't go against your original intention.

Suddenly, I heard the screams of birds, and the figures on the other side of the stream flashed. A young monk with a shiny head and a bright bald head flew towards me with his feet on the flowers and grass.

Fu Jingtao was surprised: "Little holy monk, why is it you?!"

Monk Shenkong's face was cold and his eyes were deep. He no longer had the innocent and pure smile of the past, and there was a vicissitude that could break the cycle of life and death. He stopped across the stream, clasped his palms together, bowed his head and said: "Amitabha! There is a secret in the young monk's heart.

I have a question that no one but the donor can answer. This morning I happened to hear the news that the donor was traveling westward, so I chased after him without disturbing you."

Fu Jingtao looked at him deeply and said, "If you have anything to say, speak frankly!"

Shen Kong slowly raised his eyes and said word by word: "Did Uncle Wu Neng die in your hands?"

"I didn't kill him."

"Then who is the murderer?"

Fu Jingtao sighed: "Master Wu Neng wanted to kill me first, but unfortunately he encountered a powerful enemy and died unexpectedly. Shen Kong, when will we be able to repay our grievances, why not let go!" Wu Neng is the head of the Luohan Hall of Wuxiang Temple, Jiangnan.

One of the top martial arts masters led his men to snipe Fu Jingtao on a rainy night. However, he encountered the Demon Lord Xiao Hen and was eventually defeated and killed.

Shenkong said coldly: "Donor, you really think that Wuxiang Temple is easy to bully. Will you retaliate if you scold me or hit me with words? No, blood debt must be paid with blood, it is a right thing to do!"

Fu Jingtao said in a deep voice: "The person who killed Wu Neng was an innate master. Why do you have revenge?"

Shen Kong smiled indifferently, took out a dagger from his arms, put it on his left shoulder with his backhand, and blood dripped down the white monk's robe, like blossoming blood plum blossoms, and said: "Please give me the name of the murderer. Otherwise, the little monk will die."

Two knives were stabbed into the chest."

Fu Jingtao sensed Shen Kong's firm thoughts, how could he watch him bleed to death? He shook his head and said, "It's Demon Lord Xiao Hen!"

Shen Kong let out a long breath, looked up at the stars, and murmured: "It turns out he is the master of the Heavenly Demon Sect!"

Fu Jingtao advised: "The gods are empty and demons are born from the heart, so why bother with persistence? If you always harbor the desire to kill, how can you achieve the right goal and save all sentient beings?"

Shen Kong suddenly smiled and said: "Suppressing demons and slaying demons, and the angry eyes of Vajra are also my Buddha's method to save all sentient beings! Donor Fu, if you seek refuge in the demon sect and abandon the justice of the world, you will also become the public enemy of Buddhism in the future. The road is long, I hope

You take care of yourself!"

Fu Jingtao's eyelids jumped: "Is the little monk threatening me?"

Shen Kong asked: "So what?"

The four eyes met, cold lightning criss-crossed, and gusts of cold wind blew in all directions.

Shen Kong pursed his lips and stepped back step by step, retreated more than ten feet and turned away, leaving only a few drops of blood on the rocks on the shore.

Fu Jingtao was momentarily disenchanted. From now on, he and Shen Kong would be enemies rather than friends! Just as he was about to return to the valley camp, he suddenly saw a man in white appearing on the horizon, with long sleeves fluttering like an immortal descending, flying at a speed beyond imagination.

Shoot over - it's Ji Fenglei, the leader of Shushan Mountain!

Fu Jingtao's heart trembled, he used the gas and blood technique without hesitation, turned around and ran towards the valley.

Ji Fenglei snorted coldly: "You ran away when you saw me, did you do something wrong?" The moment he spoke, he was approaching tens of feet again, and the sword intent was pressed down through the air, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him.

How could Fu Jingtao dare to have any reservations at this moment? Thinking of the Xuanyuan Divine Sword carved on the stone tablet by the Grand Master, brewing his supreme sword intention, he suddenly slashed into the void ahead and rushed into the woods without stopping.

Clang! Boom!

Two mysterious sword intentions collided in the air, the swords roared for ten miles, and the sound waves exploded.

Ji Fenglei cried out: "The heaven and earth are so righteous? You have actually understood the essence of the Xuanyuan Divine Sword!" The murderous intention in his chest became more and more intense. How could such a monster-level genius live in the world? His body flashed a few times, and across the screen,

More than ten feet tall, he raised his hand and struck with his sword.

The dazzling sword light cut through the sky, dazzling like a meteor falling at high speed.

The trees were broken and shattered by the sword energy, turning into a giant green dragon.

Fu Jingtao turned sideways, pulled out his sword, and while frantically destroying his internal energy, summoned the aura of earth. Layers of light yellow aura adhered to the blade, and struck directly at the thick and sharp sword aura.

Not even the slightest flinch.

when!

Fu Jingtao's arm shook violently, blood spurted from the tiger's mouth, and he flew upside down from the ground. He broke an unknown number of branches and fell to the mouth of the valley, spurting out a large mouthful of blood. The experts on duty outside the valley mouth hurriedly

Sentries sounded a warning, and weapons were raised on alert.

Ji Fenglei didn't want to be exposed in front of others, so he put away his sword and hid behind a tree.

The sword intent disappeared.

The evening breeze blows and the chill is refreshing.

Fu Jingtao raised the sword in his hand, and saw that the sword was covered with fine cracks. The wind shook the tip of the sword, and there was a crisp sound. The hundred-smelted steel sword shattered, leaving only a bare hilt.

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Chapter completed!