Fan Yuxiao threw away the half of the Zhuxian Sword he was holding, and the sword slipped and stuck on the ground. Next to it was the other half of the Zhuxian Sword that fell from the Beast God.

Everyone turned their attention to Fan Yuxiao. There were corpses everywhere around him and rivers of blood. He was indeed unstained by dust. He was dressed in a blue Taoist robe that could not be stained by the mud.

Fan Yuxiao glanced around and saw that the catastrophe had been resolved. He disappeared in a flash and returned to the mountain behind Dazhu Peak.

In the small courtyard of the fence, Fan Yuxiao was sitting at the stone table, his mind sinking into the sea of ​​spirit. A black evil spirit was raging, filled with endless violence and resentment, trying to erode Fan Yuxiao's mental power.

Fan Yuxiao looked at the evil spirit lingering in the sea of ​​​​spirit, without any trace of nervousness. He separated a ray of mental power and touched it carefully. Suddenly he felt that there were many distracting thoughts and endless resentment rushing into his heart. He couldn't help but turn that ray of mental power.

Withdraw. With a thought, the white Hao Sun hanging high in the sea of ​​​​qi went straight up along the meridians and came to the sea of ​​​​spirits. A shadow of Fan Yuxiao, whose whole body was made up of witchcraft, appeared in front of the black evil spirit.

Exuding a gleaming white light, the endless awe-inspiring righteousness between heaven and earth poured into this body. The black evil aura was like a natural enemy it encountered, shrinking directly into a ball, the size of a chicken egg. It was very hostile to this awe-inspiring body.

fear.

Haoran's body looked at the evil spirit that had shrunk into a ball in front of him, smiled softly, slowly raised his right hand, held it in his hand, squeezed it hard twice, and it turned out to be very elastic, then threw it casually and threw it into his mouth.

It was chewed up and swallowed like a chicken egg. The evil energy that was enough to give Dao Xuan, a master in the Taiqing Realm, a headache, was swallowed by Haoran's body without causing any ripples.

Haoran's body changed again and turned into a bright sun, falling into the sea of ​​​​qi, scattering endless white light, illuminating this endless sea of ​​mana.

The leaves were falling in the breeze, the ground was dim and bleak. Fan Yuxiao slowly opened his eyes and was slightly stunned. He looked at Lu Xueqi, his master Tian Buyi and his wife Suru who were looking at him with some worry. He smiled slightly and stood up.

, asked softly.

"Master, Master, why are you here? The catastrophe has just ended, isn't there still a lot to do?"

There was a trace of worry on Tian Buyi's fat, round face, his small eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked tentatively.

"Old Qi, did you feel any discomfort after using the Zhuxian Sword?"

When Suru heard Tian Buyi's inquiry, there was a hint of worry on her pretty face. The Immortal Killing Sword was a very dangerous and cruel thing. This was not a secret among the older generation of Qingyun Sect disciples.

They knew why Jian Yi and Dao Xuan killed their master, so they were naturally worried about Fan Yuxiao's condition.

Lu Xueqi, however, didn't know the reason or the secret behind it. She just glanced at Tian Buyi and his wife with some doubts and didn't take it to heart.

Fan Yuxiao shook his head slightly and smiled softly.

"Master, Mistress, don't worry. At my level, the ferocious aura in the Ancient Zhuxian Sword has no effect on me!"

Tian Buyi looked at Fan Yuxiao deeply and saw that his expression was as usual without any change. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and put down his worries. He frowned slightly and considered for a moment, then he became a little curious.

asked.

"Old Qi, what level of cultivation have you reached now?"

Fan Yuxiao was slightly stunned when he heard this. This question was a bit difficult for him to answer. After he broke through the Taiqing realm, his cultivation level did not stop growing. He kept making progress all the way. Now he has no idea that he has surpassed the Taiqing realm.

How far is the realm, but he has not defined a new realm, so he answered with some uncertainty.

"I don't know what state I have reached, it must be above the Taiqing state!"

When Tian Buyi and the others heard this, their eyes tightened, and they looked at Fan Yuxiao in front of them in shock. Dao Qi surrounded them, and they were so full of ideas that people didn't dare to think about it.

Tian Buyi looked at the disciple in front of him with a complicated expression. Only someone as extraordinary and stunning as him could hope to solve the mystery of immortality like the witch Linglong.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed. In the spring season, the morning dew is heavy, and the breeze in the mountains is still a bit chilly. Fan Yuxiao slowly opened the door, walked out of the room, and looked at the courtyard.

The various wild flowers in front of the middle fence are in full bloom, colorful and gorgeous. These wild flowers were not transplanted by Fan Yuxiao, but arranged by Lu Xueqi. No matter how cold a woman is, she will still like beautiful flowers.

Fan Yuxiao moved his body. Since the disaster of the Beast God, the Central Plains has returned to peace. People from all over China have returned to their hometowns again. In particular, Heyang City, not far from Qingyun Mountain, has once again regained its prosperity, even because of the end of Qingyun Gate.

Due to the disaster of the Beast God, Heyang City even doubled in size and became more prosperous, bustling with people and full of vitality.

Fan Yuxiao looked at the vibrant Dazhu Peak, and an idea came to his mind. The huge spiritual power slowly spread out, wrapping the entire Qingyun Mountain in it. However, he suddenly froze, his face changed, and his figure exploded.

Shoot, heading towards the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

"The leader Daoxuan Zhenren is not in Qingyun Mountain, and the master and his wife are not in Dazhu Peak either. I'm afraid..."

Fan Yuxiao's mind sank into the sea of ​​spirit. Following a faint feeling between heaven and earth, a blue light flashed across the void, and it quickly approached a village not far outside Heyang City.

At that time, due to the disaster of the beast god, all life was devastated. Many foreigners died innocently and tragically, and no one claimed them. Their bodies were placed in the righteous village.

In the Yizhuang, coffins were lying on the ground. Tian Buyi was short and fat, wearing a gray-green Taoist robe and holding a red spirit sword. The red light shone in the Yizhuang, which made him look very suitable for the occasion. Suru next to him was wearing a green suit.

In her skirt and robe, she holds an immortal sword in her hand, which is the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon Mo Xue. This immortal sword was a gift from Wan Jianyi back then. Because she married Tian Buyi, Suru had already sealed this immortal sword.

Today, for some unknown reason, Suru actually used this fairy sword again.

A mysterious figure stood not far from Tian Buyi and his wife, with cold eyes and a hint of red light. The other person stood in a dark corner, and his face could not be seen clearly, and his whole body was full of hostility.

Tian Buyi was not in a good condition at this time. His energy and blood were turbulent, his face was a little pale, and his breathing was slightly rapid. His originally short and fat figure was now full of solemnity and very coercive. He looked at the figure opposite and said sternly.

"Do you think you can trap me with this Heart-killing Locking Technique?"

A trace of worry flashed in Suru Feng's eyes. She held the Mo Xue Fairy Sword tightly in her palms. The blue light shone. She moved her steps slightly, got closer to Tian Buyi, and asked softly.

"Not easy, are you okay?"
Chapter completed!