Beidou, somewhere in the ancient mountains of Zhongzhou.
A handsome, tall and tall young man sits cross-legged by a deep lake with his eyes closed, as if he is enlightening and practicing.
He does not appear to be very old, and he is full of vitality, but the young man's body exudes an aura that makes all the ferocious beasts fearful from thousands of miles around. He is actually a Tao-killing king.
Even in the ancient times, saints did not always manifest themselves. The king was already a prince-like existence, capable of ruling a vast area.
Such a young king is the leader even among the major royal families.
And this handsome young man is naturally Fu Xing.
As a descendant of both Shinto and Ming Zun, it is not surprising that he has such cultivation at this age.
With towering ancient trees, towering mountains, and even earth veins steaming with dragon energy, it is truly a good place for enlightenment.
Suddenly, a gap opened in the void behind him, with lights and shadows in it.
Fu Xing clicked his tongue and opened his eyes, his eyes as bright as lightning.
It immediately turned into a divine rainbow and went away without looking back.
At the same time, he has already secretly connected with the underground dragon and set up a killing array. If anyone dares to pursue him, he will definitely suffer a big loss!
Although he was running away, Fu Xing's mind was still paying attention to the situation behind him.
Unexpectedly, the expected enemy did not appear, and the killing array was not triggered by the spiritual induction. I only felt that the place was empty and there was nothing.
Could it be that I have been hunted too much recently and have become a frightened bird?
Fu Xing couldn't help but be suspicious, but it was more likely that the person who came was far above him in cultivation.
When he thought about this possibility, he couldn't help but stand on his back.
Just as Fu Xing's thoughts were rising and falling, a rather familiar hearty laughter came from the lake:
"Haha, we haven't seen each other for just a few days. Little Fu Xing, your escape skills have become even better."
Fu Xing quickly turned his head and looked with joy on his face.
I saw a figure standing by the lake, surrounded by a hazy fairy mist. It was completely different from the people in the mortal world, as if it might fly away at any time.
Who is it if it’s not Zhou Luo?
Zhou Luo looked at Fu Xing not far away with a half-smile expression on his face.
Beside him, Duan De's face turned black into coal.
There was an ominous premonition in his heart, but Fu Xing still flew back to where he was and bowed respectfully:
"Fu Xing paid homage to Patriarch Tianzun and met his uncle."
"Humph!" Duan De turned his head, quite unhappy.
Not knowing how he offended his uncle, Fu Xing quickly gave Zhou Luo a look of help.
Seeing this, Zhou Luo smiled and shook his head:
"I made a small bet with your uncle. He lost. It doesn't hurt."
"Let me ask you, what's the matter with you kid? I can't even recognize my uncle's breath, so you run away when you see someone?"
After all, he was the one who brought him up, so Duan De couldn't really be angry. Seeing him in a panic, looking like a frightened bird, he couldn't help but ask questions.
Duan De is now at the level of a quasi-emperor, but if he cares a little, he will be confused.
On the other side, Zhou Luo's thoughts changed and he understood the cause and effect.
It turned out that Fu Xing's identity was exposed and was known to many ancient sects. He was the descendant of the former human race supreme in the Kunlun Sect.
No matter what he thinks in his heart, the great religion of the human race respects him on the surface.
However, there are many people among all races who harbor evil thoughts.
Especially a large royal family - the Guangming Clan, they first lost the God Refining Pot.
Later, the Human Race Supreme slaughtered a supreme being in the ancient mine of Taichu.
Maybe others don't know, but how could the Guangming people not notice it.
At the moment when the Nameless Supreme fell, all the objects in the ancestral land of the Guangming Clan that were contaminated with the aura of the once invincible ancient emperor collapsed.
Regardless of their level of cultivation or closeness of blood, the hearts of the ancient queens trembled, and a heart-piercing pain emerged.
Only then did many people realize that the ancestor emperor was not dead, but entered the Taichu ancient mine, but ultimately died at the hands of the supreme human race.
This is a blood feud.
It's a pity that the gap between the two is too huge, and the Guangming people can't bear the slightest desire to take revenge on the Supreme Human Race.
Although he didn't dare to actually kill Fu Xing, chasing him until he was disgraced and running away could relieve the hatred in his heart.
After understanding the thoughts of the Guangming tribe, Zhou Luo shook his head.
Although the Emperor of Guangming took action against him, it would not be a pity to die, but these petty quarrels of the Guangming clan were not in his eyes.
Although Zhou Luo didn't care, it didn't mean that others did too.
Listening to Fu Xing telling the story of the future, a cunning look flashed across Duan De's eyes, and his eyes widened with anger:
"This is outrageous! A mere so-called royal family dares to attack my nephew. Master Dao, I must make them remember it!"
Seeing Duan De's determination to seek an explanation for him, Fu Xing couldn't help showing an expression of admiration and expectation, but then he seemed to have thought of something and said suspiciously:
"Uncle, don't you want to dig graves again?"
Duan De raised his eyebrows, showing an angry look, and scolded:
"What about digging graves! How many times have I told you, Uncle Master, that this is a great archaeological undertaking! I want to see if they are really descendants of ancient queens, or if they are just fake liars!"
Duan De looked like he was speaking righteously, but in reality he was very accurate.
He knew in his heart that the ancient imperial soldiers of the Guangming tribe were still suppressed by Zhou Luo, and the Guangming Emperor had already fallen, and no one could support them.
And Duan De is now a real quasi-emperor, and he is more than capable of running wildly in the Beidou.
Seeing the arrogant look on Taoist Duan's face, Zhou Luo felt extremely unhappy, and then he smiled slightly and said:
"It just so happens that I also want to return the God Refining Pot to the Light Tribe. In that case, let's go on the road together with you."
Hearing this, Duan De staggered and almost fell to his knees.
He immediately turned around and said with a smile on his face:
"Tianzun, you have just returned from the underworld. Why do you have to go there in person if you are just a member of the Guangming tribe? Why don't you leave it to a poor Taoist to do the work for you and ensure that the divine refining pot is delivered to the hands of fellow Taoists from the Guangming tribe."
here you are? Meat Bunzi beats the Black Emperor, right?
In response, Zhou Luo only looked teasingly and said:
"Taoist Master, just go ahead with peace of mind. I guarantee you won't be attacked by the Jidao Emperor's soldiers."
"So good, so good."
Xiao Jiujiu's heart was exposed, but Duan De's face showed no emotion at all, making Fu Xing on the sidelines dumbfounded.
Seeing that Zhou Luo seemed to be leaving, the latter hurriedly said:
"Ancestor!"
Zhou Luo raised his hand slightly to stop:
"I understand your thoughts. Now you have successfully killed Dao and defeated the younger generation of Beidou. However, the saints and above have no intention of tempering you. Beidou is indeed no longer suitable for your practice."
What he was thinking was completely understood by his ancestor, and Fu Xing quickly asked for advice:
"I wonder if the Patriarch can send me outside the territory. I want to fight against the geniuses of all races!"
Fu Xing's eyes were full of confidence and invincibility, and he was obviously full of curiosity and yearning for the depths of the universe.
Seeing this, a mysterious smile appeared on Zhou Luo's face:
"That's good if you have this intention. However, let's wait for a while, I have other plans."
