Chapter 82 Infiltrate (Congratulations for quitting the LOL leader!)
'No matter what, these two monsters are not good people, let's kill them...'
While many thoughts were passing through his mind, Fang Xian raised his hand and killed a monster with one sword, then took back the pocket on his back.
After opening it, he saw several sleeping children's faces revealed inside, and his expression changed involuntarily: "When did the Fengyun Sect engage in this kind of kidnapping business?"
The demon knew that something was not right, so he turned around and rode on the black clouds to escape, but was struck by a psychic flying sword from behind, and he was stunned and did not dare to move.
Suddenly, I heard the roar of a sword like a dragon's roar.
The flying sword penetrated his limbs and bones, scattered his magic power, and captured him.
"Senior, spare your life!"
The demon was detained and brought before Fang Xian and Zhuyun, and he could only plead.
"Why did you kidnap these children?"
Fang Xian asked.
The demon rolled his eyes: "Our disciples are scarce and deserted, so we plan to rob some from other places and pretend to be children..."
"Lies." Old Taoist Zhuyun shouted.
Since he took action, he had already investigated clearly.
However, at this time, I wanted to show off my skills in front of Fang Xian, so I used a charm to make the demon do it honestly.
Fang Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, and then he realized that Fengyun Sect looked like a side sect, but was actually a branch of Kunlun Demon Palace.
Kunlun Demon Palace has all kinds of teachings. In addition to its own true inheritance, there are also thirteen secret traditions, thirty-six heretics, and seventy-two side branches, all of which have received part of the inheritance.
But its widespread inheritance may not be a good thing.
Those disciples who practice the magic skills are the best qualifications and materials in the eyes of other magic masters with higher realms.
Therefore, the battles between demons are often more cruel than the battle between good and evil.
The previous generation leader of the Fengyun Sect made the painful decision to hide the roots of the Demon Sect and pretend to be a side sect, but he lived happily for hundreds of years.
However, after the previous generation of sect masters passed away, this generation of sect masters provoked a powerful enemy and, coveting the advantage of flying swords, prepared to sacrifice a 'Nine Son Divine Infant Sword'.
This is the authentic flying sword of the Demon Sect, which requires killing countless creatures to serve as its embryo, and sacrifices boys and girls to the sword.
If Fang Xian could still keep the less serious flying sword like the Golden Silkworm Sword and prepare to exchange it, it would be impossible to sell the 'Nine Sons Divine Infant Sword'.
Because Gai hurt Tianhe too much, if he is seen by Xuanmen Zhengzong, he will definitely be killed without mercy!
"The Fengyun Sect is full of devils. The sect leader sacrificed and refined the 'Nine Sons Divine Infant Sword' and was full of evil. His disciples also did many unjust things... The old Taoist wants to kill a destitute family. This is also a meritorious deed. My friend, can you help me?"
Old Taoist Zhuyun put away his flying sword and looked at Fang Xian.
"That's what I wish for!"
Fang Xian pondered for a moment, nodded, turned his sword, and headed towards Fengyun Sect's mountain gate together with Master Zhuyun.
One green and one red, two sword lights go hand in hand.
Old Taoist Zhu Yun was shocked when he saw Fang Xian's magic power. He couldn't help but ask: "Little friend, magic power, who do you want to learn from?"
"I was originally just a casual cultivator, but by chance, I received the inheritance from a senior master." Fang Xian answered half-truthfully.
'Why did the head of the Three Immortals usher in great fortune when he entered our Shushan Sect? This inheritance...is a bit like the fate of the Three Immortals mentioned by the Headmaster...'
The old Taoist Zhuyun was surprised, but also a little lucky: "Fortunately, with the luck of the other two immortals and two heroes, he was caught out last time, otherwise it would be too late to form the golden elixir... Wait, what is the old Taoist thinking about? Jin
Dan Dao, no matter how talented you are, you can't polish it thoroughly in just a few decades...'
Because of this, you can travel leisurely.
Otherwise, they might just kidnap Fang Xian and take him back to the Shushan Sword Sect.
'It's just that this magical power must be dispelled, and you can practice my authentic mental method of Shushan. Otherwise, you can only be regarded as a master of art, and in the future you can only be an elder of the guest minister. What's the point?'
The Shushan sect has strict rules, and the art master cannot teach the true teachings, and there is an invisible ceiling, which makes Master Zhuyun very troubled.
Fang Xian didn't know that this old Taoist was already thinking about how to waste his own skills.
He transformed into sword light, and in less than half an hour, he had already traveled hundreds of miles and saw the Fengyun Sect's gate in a deep mountain.
Outside the mountain gate, there are clouds and mist, turning into a large forbidden formation.
"This formation is easy to break, do you need to take action?"
Fang Xian looked at it and asked.
"Don't be busy. I wonder if there are innocent people inside... There is a stealth method here. Combined with sword skills, you can sneak into such a small formation. This is a formula. Please listen carefully..."
Zhu Yunxian's wind power was high, and he made a master's gesture, but when he saw Fang Xian make a gesture, his figure disappeared, and he immediately merged into the formation, his expression couldn't help but twitch.
'I finally got the inheritance of an ascended immortal. How can this be so hard to live by?'
Fang Xian smiled to himself, observed the formation, found several weak points, and walked over.
Wave!
The clouds and mist in front dispersed, revealing a sect.
There are many pavilions, pavilions, spiritual fields and animal stables. In the middle is a nine-story tower. Each floor is covered with gold foil. From a distance, it looks like thousands of golden lights and an extraordinary atmosphere.
"Feng Yunzi, the leader of Fengyun Sect, is the master of Jindan. He is a real person in cultivation...The ninth disciple Huoyun Tutuo has also formed elixirs. Other than that, there are no strong players in the sect..."
The old Taoist Zhuyun was not annoyed, and smiled and said: "I also ask my little friend to monitor Feng Yunzi. The old Taoist will go to the dungeon and put away the innocent people. When the time comes, I will give you a signal and I will take action again."
"That's quite appropriate."
Fang Xian nodded and walked directly to the nine-story golden pagoda.
'Be brave and resourceful, and bravely face difficulties! Good!'
Master Zhuyun sighed inwardly and went to the dungeon.
Little did he know that what Fang Xian was thinking was something completely different.
'The true demon skills of Taichu are evil and terrifying. Although the famous sects in this world are a bit domineering and arrogant, they have indeed done some good things. We cannot attack them, but the people in the demon sect are good materials. In addition, it seems that the demons from outside the territory
Not bad……'
People in the magic sect are always attacking each other. They like to use the same sect to refine weapons, practice magic, etc. The magic skills complement each other.
Moreover, this magic skill is too harmful to Tianhe. Even if the target is someone from the demon sect, Fang Xian has not decided yet.
He obtained the "Purple Mansion Heavenly Book" and practiced it tirelessly.
At this time, he used the energy to crack the 'Qimen Seven Jue Fiery Formation', unlocked the restrictions layer by layer in the golden pagoda, and reached the ninth floor in the blink of an eye.
The other floors are just for meditating, receiving guests, and storing supplies, but the ninth floor of the Golden Pagoda is completely different.
It is surrounded by empty space, with only a blood-red alchemy furnace in the middle.
Skulls were stacked around one by one, with red flames coming out of their eye sockets and gathering under the alchemy furnace.
Among them, there seems to be a flying sword that has been refined into a form and is about to be released.
A golden elixir monk with disheveled hair and long robes, who didn't know whether he was Feng Yunzi or Huoyun Tutuo, was facing the fire, casting spells one after another, his face becoming more and more joyful.