"Shidao, remember, if you meet people from Buddhism, Taoism or Demonism in the future, you must be cautious and cautious again! Never express your stance casually!"
Song Lu said with a serious face.
"You are the son of Song Que, the 'Tiandao', and you represent the image of the Song clan outside. These three major forces are intricate and closely related! If you make a rash decision, it is likely to bring about very unfavorable consequences for the Song clan.
Influence!"
Even the Song clan, one of the four great clans in the world, is so solemn in the face of these three major forces, which shows how great their strength and influence are.
"I understand, Uncle Clan!"
Song Shidao nodded seriously.
As a son of the Song Dynasty, he knew to some extent how terrifying these three major forces were.
"But you don't need to be too cautious and ruin the reputation of my Song clan!"
Song Lu held a silver dragon crutch and his white hair fluttered, looking directly at the vast river.
"Although they are strong, I, the Song clan, are not afraid of them! When interacting with them, you only need to control a certain degree of control."
After a pause, he said again.
"That Fang Mu's behavior is obviously not comparable to that of Buddhism or Taoism. He can only be from the Demon Sect!"
Song Shidao recalled Fang Mu's words and deeds and found that this was really the case.
No matter what Buddhism or Taoism is secretly, at least on the surface, their words and deeds are correct.
And square wood.
It feels very strange.
Call him unruly, but he still has some etiquette.
Call him decent, but his etiquette is obviously not in line with the current situation, as if it has been severely curtailed.
This aspect is very similar to the unruly behavior of people in the Demon Sect.
Neither party pays much attention to superficial things.
The more Song Shidao thought about it, the more he felt that Fang Mu seemed to be a member of the Demon Sect.
"I just don't know which one of the two sects of the Demon Sect and Six Paths this square piece of wood comes from?"
Song Lu frowned.
Since the death of Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian, the Demon Sect has split into two factions, Six Paths.
They are, Yingui Sect, Huajian Sect, Xieji Sect, Mieqingdao, Zhenzhuandao, Butian Pavilion, Tianlian Sect and Moxiang Sect.
In terms of strength, of course the Yingui Sect is the strongest!
But what the Yingui Sect is best at is cultivating female disciples.
The strength, or power, of the remaining six factions is relatively weak, but if they only train one person, they can still train it.
This made it more difficult for Song Lu to guess.
"Which one is it?"
While Song Lu was guessing.
Fang Mu, who had no idea that he had acquired the identity of a 'Passive Demon Sect', was flying quickly in one direction.
"I hope it's still too late!"
In a mountain ridge.
Yu Wenhuaji stood on a boulder, with his hands filled with a layer of ice energy, and spread out his palms.
An attack mixed with extreme coldness struck Fu Jun instantly.
With the appearance of this cold air, the surrounding area seemed to have dropped a few degrees.
Ice Xuanjin!
The Yuwen family's secret knowledge has a great reputation throughout the world.
Facing this Bing Xuan Jin, Fu Jun did not dare to be careless and immediately raised his sword to block it.
I saw that there was still a layer of sharp sword energy condensed on her sword.
Clang!
The Bingxuanjin hit the sword, and visible to the naked eye, there was an extra layer of white frost on the sword.
Fu Jun groaned and took two steps back.
"Yu Wenhuaji! Take your life!"
Whoosh!
Fu Jun's figure flashed, like a ghost, wandering around the boulder, attacking Yu Wenhuaji from all directions.
All of a sudden.
The cold light is biting!
The sword in her hand turned into thousands of phantoms, attacking Yu Wenhuaji like mercury pouring down the ground.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see at a glance that this is a desperate fight!
Yu Wenhuaji was neither in a hurry nor slow, and stood firmly on the boulder, fisting, grasping, or palming with both hands.
His hands clearly only had a thin layer of Bingxuan energy, but Fu Jun tried his best to break through his defense.
"Girl, I advise you to just surrender and capture her! With your swordsmanship, you are no match for me."
Yu Wenhua took it calmly, even though his whole body was covered with sword shadows, he still didn't panic at all, and looked majestic like a master.
From this alone, we can know that his strength is far superior to that of Fu Jun.
Fu Jun, who was engrossed in the battle, put in two words with great effort.
"dream!"
While talking.
Fu Jun completely gave up his defense, and his swordsmanship became more vicious and vicious.
On a high mountain nearby.
Two teenagers aged sixteen or seventeen endured the biting cold wind and lowered their heads.
But the whirlpool in the fierce battle below was so intense that even though they were seven or eight feet away, their skin hurt and they couldn't open their eyes.
They could only glance at it, then retract it, and so on. After several times in a row, they still couldn't stand it anymore, and tears flowed from their eyes.
"Xiao Ling, what should I do? Mom seems to be no match for that Yuwen Gugu!"
Kou Zhong, who had always had the most ideas, now had no ideas at all, and was only filled with panic.
"I don't know either."
Xu Ziling was even more at a loss as to where he could go.
In this kind of real battle between masters, their cleverness will have no effect.
At this time, they were just two ordinary people.
The aftermath of the battle between Yu Wenhua and Fu Jun was seven or eight feet away, and they couldn't bear it. They couldn't even see it, so how could they help?
"If I had known earlier, I would have done as I said and handed over that damn Secret of Immortality!"
Kou Zhong clenched his fist, pointed it at his chest, and slapped it hard.
"Don't think about it, just like mother said, do you really think that as long as we hand over the book, Yu Wenwen Gu will let us go?"
"Then what should we do? Are we just looking at mother like this?"
Kou Zhong did not continue.
Xu Ziling also fell silent.
What else can they do now except pray?
"Damn it! The sky is full of gods and Buddhas! What Tathagata Buddha, Jade Emperor, listen, I, Kou Zhong, swear that as long as anyone can save my mother, I will work as a cow and a horse all my life, and I will repay his kindness!" Kou Zhong shouted.
This was originally gibberish that he was under extreme pressure, but unexpectedly, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Who? That turtle son is talking?"
Kou Zhong was startled.
This place was on an isolated high mountain. There was no one around except him and Xiaoling. How could a voice suddenly appear?
"Xiaoling, did you hear someone talking just now?"
"I heard it!"
Xu Ziling looked serious and looked around, trying to find the 'third person' who didn't know where he was.
But he looked around and found no one.
Not to mention people, not even shadows can be seen.
Xu Ziling and Kou Zhong looked at each other, just when they both thought they were hearing hallucinations.