Deep in the burial minefield, Lu Fengyang and the white dragon horse collided with the corpse of the Thunder Dragon King. The purple dragon corpse reflected thousands of thunder lights and quickly swept towards the two men.
Fortunately, Fu Changqing came and came, the sun and the moon joined together, and the two swords worked together to resist the Dragon King's thunder.
Bai Longma got a breather and led the two of them to run back quickly.
But the dragon corpse in the water continued to rise and fall, and the lightning became stronger and stronger. Seeing that the two swords of the sun and moon were submerged by the lightning, the brilliant sword struck down in the air.
"It's Master!"
Lu Fengyang was surprised and happy when he saw the sword intention.
When Master comes, everything will be safe.
The pure white sword's light was like a rainbow, and it cut through the sea of thunder neatly, wiping out the Dragon King's lightning one by one.
The white dragon horse turned into thunder and lightning and led the two people back to the white dragon ship quickly.
"Let's go!"
Fu Changqing and Lu Fengyang swung their swords at the same time. The sword energy hit the huge waves, and the momentum pushed the white dragon boat out.
After everyone left, the power of the Sword Master's sword became three points stronger. The entire minefield was stirred by the sword, and the dragon corpse sank toward the deep sea under the weight of the sword.
Roar--
The dragon corpse let out a faint roar, and the huge waves combined with the thunder to hit the sword rainbow, struggling hard.
Fu Henghua looked at the white rainbow in the sky, feeling more worried about the sword fight in a few decades.
The sword has no eyes. The old man asked me to fight with Ai Yanchang. Isn't this harming me? The killing power of the sword is so fierce. Can I, a civilian actor, be able to withstand it?
"Look, who is that?"
Fu Xuanxing's sharp eyes pointed at a man in red robes among the waves. He is holding a jade pot and is avoiding thunder and waves.
"Should we save someone?"
Fu Baimin said, planning to throw the dragon claw hook from the boat.
"etc--"
Fu Yaozhen stopped him, looked at the man and said, "He is from the Demon Palace."
Magic palace?
Fang Dongyuan's heart skipped a beat and he looked at Fu Yaozhen.
The girl shook her head slightly, she was not looking for you.
"It's to stir up the Beihai and trick us, right?" Fu Tongjun said in disgust when he saw the "Chaotic Sea Pot" in his hand.
Fu Henghua nodded: "Don't worry about the backhand of the Demon Palace, let's evacuate immediately."
The white dragon boat accelerated away from the burial minefield.
Sword Saint Hongguang no longer had any scruples, and with a sweep of white sword light, the demon was killed on the spot.
…
Zhang Yue's expression suddenly changed when he noticed that his disciple had died.
He barely managed to cope with the heavy attacks fed back by the death mirror, but Twelve Yuanchen's physical signs made him quite uncomfortable. Lamb legs and pig feet appeared on his lower body.
Looking towards Beihai, when he noticed that Tianyang Sword Master's sword intent was hanging high in the minefield, he didn't care to continue cleaning up the physical signs on his body.
Sitting there blankly, Zhang Yue let out a long sigh, as if his energy and energy had been completely drained.
"After all...there are tribulation immortals in the immortal world."
When it comes to divination, calculation, and planning, he is much better than Fudanwei.
Zhang Yue was confident that Fu Danwei couldn't see through the "death mirror" he had reserved, so he sent people secretly to the minefield in an attempt to disturb the dragon corpse and completely destroy the group.
But what if Vodanvi can't be counted?
All he needs to know is that he has a plan for his grandson. As long as he invites a Tribulation Immortal, all his plans will be in vain.
"If Your Majesty is here, I can also ask Your Majesty to help prevent interference from the Tribulation Immortal level. But now..."
No matter how many calculations are made, everything will be in vain if a Tribulation Immortal ends up.
But soon he cheered up again.
"The Immortals are insidious and vicious, and they intend to destroy our Xuan Palace. So what if they have Tribulation Immortals? In order to survive, we must continue to fight!"
From the destruction of the Demon Palace to its reconstruction, Zhang Yue finally understood the conspiracy of the Immortal Dao after hundreds of years of hiding in the East.
This is a trap planned for thousands of years and woven over a long period of time.
Ever since the continent was overthrown, Immortal Dao has decided to clean up the Demonic Dao coming from the East to Ten Thousand Islands.
Since Emperor Xuan's rise, he has fallen into the Immortal's scheme. If you think about it carefully, Emperor Xuan received support from many immortal families when he was young. When Emperor Xuan unified the major demon sects, not a single Tribulation Immortal came forward to stop and cause trouble.
The Xuanming Palace was successfully built, and under the leadership of Emperor Xuan and Empress Xuan, the various factions of the Demon Sect were unified.
During that time, Xuan Gong relied on the centralization system to unite the demonic forces and hold on to the various immortal factions. Zihuang Pavilion and Yusheng Pavilion also need to retreat.
"In fact, it was already highlighted during that period, but we didn't pay attention to it, thinking that after the transition period, the next generation would grow up."
Zhang Yue recalled that time and secretly regretted it.
As Xuan Palace unifies various sects, the number of demonic tribulation immortals has been slow to increase.
After the overthrow of the continent, the remaining tribulation immortals of the major demon sects were suppressed by Emperor Xuan, and each of them died in depression.
When Queen Xuan failed to overcome the tribulation, Emperor Xuan was the only one in the tribulation immortal of Xuan Palace.
At this point, Tu Qiong saw that Immortal Dao finally showed its fangs.
Several Tribulation Immortals from the Feather Fairy Realm came to attack him together. Without help, Emperor Xuan was trapped.
Later, the Supreme Elders were tried to redeem themselves by Qixingzi from Tianyi Sect.
Several important strongholds such as Wanhuan Island were eliminated one by one. Other Xuan Palace masters were also forced to reincarnate or flee for their lives by the immortal way.
When only the Xuangong main altar was left, all the immortal sects led fellow practitioners from all over the world to besiege it.
Finally, the Xuanming Demon Palace was eradicated.
And that's not the end of it.
Zhang Yue knew that after eight hundred years of planning by the seven sons of Tianyi Sect, he even had a clear idea of the chance of Xuan Palace's revival. What they want is to completely destroy Xuan Palace in this era, leaving only the immortal cultivators in Ten Thousand Islands from the east.
"The difference between yin and yang in nature is the difference between right and wrong. How can it be so easy for you to go against the grain and try to completely destroy our way?"
Immortals and demons coexist, yin and yang coexist.
This is Zhang Yue's confidence to maintain the inheritance of Xuan Palace.
He believed that as long as another Tribulation Immortal was born in Xuan Palace, everything would get better.
But now, looking at the rabbit tail, tiger whiskers, rat hair, and ox horns on his body, he was filled with anger and fear.
He has already started to attack himself!
The future you foresee is very likely to come true!
…
Under the protection of the Sword Master, the White Dragon Boat successfully returned to the North Sea.
Everyone let out a long sigh of relief. Fu Yaozhen watched the fate, and Fu Henghua and Fu Pengming deduced the secret before they were completely relieved.
"It's safe."
The white dragon boat drifted to the reef island to anchor and rest.
At this time, fragrant wind and white clouds came from a distance.
Fu Henghua's expression changed first, and then he saw a surprised Fu Xiangfeng on the other side of the boat.
The two looked at each other: No, grandma is here!
In the distance, the white clouds and fragrant chariot are flying quickly.
Mu Putian was led away by Zhang Yue's men. It took a day to kill those demon cubs, and there were still some blood stains around the car.
When she saw the white dragon boat and Fu Henghua and his party, her expression suddenly changed.
"Fenglai Laohu painted? Why did he let you little kids come? Where are Yinggu, Yongbao, and Yifu?"
She originally thought that her son and nephews would help the girl escape.
Unexpectedly, it was the grandchildren who contributed. Except for Fu Xiangfeng, the oldest Fu Yaozhen is less than 100 years old, which is the standard for spiritual people to reach adulthood.
What about the adults?
What to eat?
"Mother."
Fu Changqing hurriedly stepped forward, and everyone in Fu Henghua did not dare to neglect and rushed forward one after another.
Fu Xuanxing and Shu Tianci were sitting in the stern of the boat talking about swordsmanship. When they saw an old woman wearing crane clothes and cloud clothes sitting on the incense cart, with bright hair and a childlike face, they quickly got up.
Mu Putian parked the incense chariot in the air, stepped down on the auspicious clouds, and fell into the white dragon boat.
After looking at all the grandchildren, she looked at Fang Dongyuan, Fu Xuanxing, Lu Fengyang, and Shu Tianci.
Facing the two men from Jianxianzhou, the old woman looked cold and squinted in thought.
Shu Tianci glanced at the senior brother beside him and silently took three steps back.
"Mother," Fu Changqing stepped forward again, supported her, and pointed at Fang Dongyuan and Fu Xuanxing, "Look."
Knowing that she was helping Lu Fengyang to rescue him, the old woman hummed: "I'm not blind, I can see."
Fang Dongyuan was his godson, and he looked very much like his godson. Mu Putian loved Wu and Wu with a sense of affection.
But Fu Xuanxing——
When she noticed the scabbard and Fulong Sword, she unconsciously thought of her son's death.
If the son and Feng Lai had not saved the child back then, with the scabbard and jade sword in hand, what would have happened in that battle more than thirty years ago?
Thinking of this, she felt resentful towards Fu Xuanxing.
But after all, he was the "godson" recognized by his son, and his son died because of it. How could she torture Fu Xuanxing?
"Grandma. We met the murderer of my father and mother not long ago."
Fu Henghua told about Jiao Ziyuan and Zhong Congmei. When he heard that Jiao Ziyuan was plotting against his son, Mu Putian's eyes flashed with a cold glare.
"Have you killed him?"
"Kill. Not only that, their souls cannot return to the stars, and they will never be reincarnated."
The energy that the Death Mirror uses to reflect all attacks is the true spirit of the soul. Through Jiao Ziyuan's soul, he extracted the power of his natal stars and restored all attacks within three days.
When the two Death Mirror Techniques are successfully executed, there is no possibility of their souls being reunited.
The old woman nodded.
"here you go."
"It's windy outside, let's not talk outside. Grandma, my aunt is out of trouble now. Don't be sad on this big day." After Fu Pengming and Fu Baimin looked at each other, they deliberately jumped out to play tricks, which made the old woman feel relieved again. In a good mood, everyone entered the boat together.
Seeing that Fang Dongyuan and Fu Xuanxing were so reserved, she tried her best to put on a friendly face:
"You should follow Henghua and the others and call me 'Grandma'."
Between Fang Dongyuan's eyebrows, he could see his father's face.
Thinking of the handsome young man who called him "godmother" back then, Mu Putian sighed in his heart.
What a pity, God is jealous of Yingcai, that child died too early.
Seeing Fu Yaozhen standing next to Fang Dongyuan, her heart moved and she began to think about it secretly.
Fu Yaozhen felt something bad in his heart when he saw her glance at Fang Dongyuan and then at him.
The old lady's problem has happened again!
However, due to the large number of people, the old lady did not speak out in public and kept the matter secretly in her heart.
Fu Henghua saw the old lady deep in thought and immediately understood that she had no good intentions.
To avoid involving himself, Fu Henghua immediately ordered Xiao Yu to have tea.
Seeing Xiaoyu's elegant demeanor, Mu Putian's eyes moved again.
"Speaking of which, you have been with Henghua for quite some time."
Xiaoyu secretly thought something was wrong, and was about to express his refusal when Fu Henghua said first, "Sister Xiaoyu has been coming to our house since I was born. In terms of age, she is almost at the age of leaving the court. If you see someone handsome, please, How about making peace? The old man in the family thought about it and picked a suitable candidate from his subordinates."
"His disciples are either too old or have poor foundation. They are not worthy of Xiaoyu girl."
Mu Putian recalled that the handsome young man he knew was not very suitable for Xiaoyu.
In the blink of an eye, she saw Hengshou hiding behind the crowd and asked with a smile: "You don't have any ideas?"
Hengshou was not allowed to sail the boat by himself in Fu Henghua, and wanted to keep Xiaoyu to serve tea, so he knew that he had no good intentions and planned to let the two of him help the Fu family avoid disaster.
He said dullly: "I'm young, so I don't want to think about these things. Cultivation is more important."
"That's right. There's no rush. After all, I'm not even a hundred years old."
"That's what grandma said."
Fu Pengming said with a smile: "We are still young, but you should think more about the third brother's marriage. I think the three sisters of the Yang family are too troublesome. How about you find another suitable one?"
"You little guy."
Mu Putian smiled and cursed: "Look back, let's find someone who can control you, a tough guy like you."
"It's early. Let's talk about it after we are three to five hundred years old."
The life span of a spiritual person is eight hundred or a thousand years. Even if a cultivating family looks for a Taoist partner, most of them start choosing one after they are three to five hundred years old.
Like Mu Putian, his grandchildren started searching before they reached adulthood. They are really a minority among the minority.
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