"Senior brother, does the Mi Shen Sect really want to kill you?"
Ning Zhenzhen's smile was as bright as a flower. Not only was she not angry, but she looked cheerful, as if she wished Fakong was killed.
Fakong smiled and shook his head.
"Who gave them the courage and the illusion?" Ning Zhenzhen's smile became even brighter, and her face illuminated the yard even brighter.
The faint fragrance lingered in front of his mouth and nose. Fakong felt that not only the air was fresh, but the heaven and earth were also clear and beautiful.
He likes to chat with Ning Zhenzhen and Li Ying because he enjoys this wonderful experience.
Their beauty is the essence of beauty between heaven and earth. How can we avoid them when we enjoy the beauty of life and the world?
Fakong said: "So I often say that magical powers cannot be relied on and cannot be over-relied. Just like this time, I didn't see it beforehand and my clairvoyance was blinded. If this kind of thing can happen to the Mystic Sect, how can I guarantee that it won't happen?
Happens to other sects?”
His goal is to live forever, so he must not only have one way to save his life, but must prepare several sets of life-saving tricks.
Supernatural powers are just one of them.
There is also the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility, Xiaoxitian Paradise, and Buddhist mantras, which are all one of them.
One thing defeats another, and all things are mutually reinforcing and interfering with each other. He is well aware of this principle, so he will not completely rely on any one power. No power can be relied on, and no one is foolproof.
No matter how strong your martial arts is, it will be useless if you encounter a strange thing like the Laughing Flower.
No matter how powerful your magical power is, it will still be limited when it comes to being shrouded in strange power like the Mi Shen Sect.
"Senior brother, are you going to destroy the Mystic Sect?"
"That's all."
"Just go and destroy them." Ning Zhenzhen said with a smile: "Does the Mystic Sect have stronger masters?"
According to her understanding of Fakong, he was not a soft-hearted person. If the Mi Shen Sect tried to kill him, he would never let him go.
But now he has not taken action, obviously because he has some scruples.
Fakong nodded slowly.
Ning Zhenzhen looked surprised: "Is there anyone better than you, senior brother?... If the Mystic Sect has such a master, it shouldn't be a second-rate sect, right?"
No matter how you say it, Mi Shen Sect is not a first-rate sect, and is far inferior to the strength of Wuchang Sword Sect and Shaoyue Fist Sect.
Fakong said: "The Mi Shen Sect is a second-rate sect, and its mentality is also a deceptive way, not the right path, but their sect leader is a powerful figure and cannot be underestimated."
"Senior brother can beat him, right?"
"I haven't fought him before, so it's hard to say." Fakong shook his head: "But he can pose a threat to me, so I have to guard against him."
Even if his cultivation level is better, the outcome in a life-and-death fight is still unpredictable.
If there wasn't a huge gap between the realms of Shenyuan realm and the Grand Master, it would be difficult to say who would win or lose without seeing the real chapter when the realms are not much different.
"Yes," Ning Zhenzhen said with a smile: "Senior brother, you will take action only if you are more than 90% sure. How can you take action now that you are not sure enough."
Fakong nodded: "What I want to do now is to transfer the masters of the Mystic Sect over and cut them off one by one, instead of killing them at the main altar of the Mystic Sect."
"I just don't know if they will be fooled." Ning Zhenzhen frowned and said: "If two or three groups of people die, I'm afraid they won't be fooled, right?"
"Will they be willing to let two or three groups of people die?"
"If you are unwilling, will you change the target and deal with the Daxue Mountain disciples?" Ning Zhenzhen pondered: "Or deal with your disciples, Senior Brother, Qing Luo and the others?"
Fakong said: "We have already taken action against Qingluo and the others."
"With Qingluo's cleverness, they won't be able to please them." Ning Zhenzhen said with a smile.
Xu Qingluo not only has excellent spiritual sense, but also has Zhou Yu's assistance. He can predict the enemy's opportunities, so it is difficult for him to suffer losses and he will only take advantage.
The one who suffered the loss must be the master of the Mystic God Sect.
"We eliminated a group of masters," Fakong said.
These one hundred and eight people should be the elite of the Mystic Sect. They must be trying to hit the target with all their strength.
Unexpectedly, Xu Qingluo actually escaped and then came back to fight back, killing them all by surprise and annihilating the entire army.
Now the Mystic Sect can still send out experts, but they may not be able to reach the number of the first time, but they cannot be weaker than the first time, otherwise how can they take revenge?
Then the ones dispatched must be stronger masters. If the number is not large, then it is possible that they are the top masters of the Mystic Sect.
So he had been paying attention to Xu Qingluo. Seeing Xu Qingluo leading the master to Fumo Temple, he was half relieved.
The remaining half depends on whether Xu Qingluo and the others can reach the Fumo Temple in time instead of being caught up halfway.
Ning Zhenzhen looked puzzled: "Senior brother, how could they collude with Divine Sword Peak?"
Fakong shook his head: "It's not clear yet, but it doesn't have to be clear. Shenjian Peak is the Dayong Sect, and Mi Shen Sect is the Dayun Sect. The two colluded..."
Ning Zhenzhen's bright eyes flashed, and he hummed: "This is suspected of collaborating with the enemy!"
Fakong smiled and said, "If the Great Miaolian Temple knew about it, or even the imperial court knew about it, how would they feel?"
Ning Zhenzhen's smile became even brighter: "The imperial court will never dare to be careless!"
Fa Kong smiled and nodded.
Ning Zhenzhen suddenly stood up: "I'll go call Master Yuande."
She flashed and disappeared.
A moment later, Monk Yuande appeared in the small courtyard, dressed in a bright yellow monk's robe, still standing like a jade tree in the wind, shining handsomely.
He was very polite to Fakong and asked directly without any greetings.
Fakong gave an affirmative answer, and the two elders of Shenjian Peak were smiling and enchanting, and were about to assassinate Ning Zhenzhen.
"Laughing Mihua..." Monk Yuande looked solemn: "The poor monk has heard of this thing, but he didn't expect that Mi Shen Sect actually has this thing."
"Have you heard of it?" Fakong asked.
Monk Yuande said: "It was mentioned in an ancient book that it appeared in the Ganxi area hundreds of years ago."
Fakong raised his eyebrows: "Isn't the Mystic Sect a secret chess move by the imperial court?"
He is sensitive enough, and strange objects like the Mi Xiaohua do not appear randomly. They actually appeared in Dayong.
Is there a possibility that the smiling miraculous flower comes from Dayong, and that the Mi Shen Sect was founded by the masters of Dayong, and is a secret line of the Dayong court?
"Impossible." Monk Yuande shook his head: "If it was Dayong's secret chess, how could he assassinate you, master?"
Fakong smiled.
Monk Yuande said: "Master actually doubts us?"
"As long as you are not from Dayong, don't flood the Dragon King Temple." Fakong showed a faint smile: "Shenjian Peak has caught up with them, and they are pregnant with Xiaomihua. It is very troublesome. Master, please be careful.
, so as not to get hurt."
"Amitabha." Monk Yuande looked serious.
When it comes to Xiaomihua, you really can't be careless. No matter how strong your martial arts is, it will be in vain to encounter Xiaomihua, and you have to catch it without any effort.
Using Shen Yuan realm masters to deal with the Grand Master, this Xiaomihua broke the order of strength and weakness between heaven and earth.
Fakong looked at Ning Zhenzhen, who had transformed into Mo Youlan, and said with a smile: "Miss Mo, I'll take my leave."
"Master, why are you leaving in such a hurry," Ning Zhenzhen said with a smile, "Is there any way to restrain yourself from being so amused?"
Fakong looked at Monk Yuande: "Master Yuande naturally has a way to solve it."
He smiled warmly and disappeared in a flash.
He suddenly appeared in a restaurant, sat down at a table under the window, reached out for the waiter, and ordered four dishes and one soup.
Then his eyes fell on the third floor of the restaurant across the street, on a table near the window, and on the two middle-aged men sitting opposite.