"Elder Fu..."

Fang Jiange's heart was shocked, and he was shocked by the arrogance of being hurt.

Even if he is as proud as he has never seen such a person as hurt.

One person fights against the world?

The elders and disciples of Jianmen were upset, and their previous worries instantly turned into shock.

There was also a hint of surprise in the shock.

But when they looked back, they remembered that in that letter of war, they seemed to only mention the injuring themselves, and did not add the Sword Sect or the Human Race.

The reason why everyone thought it was Jianmen and the human race declared war on the Xiaomang God clan was really because no one could have thought that the letter of war was just a representation of itself.

Everyone was shocked and suspicious, and the pain was not concerned. After retracting his gaze, he stepped out.

He stepped onto the back of the majestic lion lying among the clouds, and gently destroyed it and soared into the air.

"Fujian Senior Brother..."

Zhong Yue couldn't help but walk out of the crowd.

"Zhongshan, do you want to watch the battle?"

Feng Shang, who was old, looked at Zhong Yue, smiled slightly, and said, "It just so happens that I want to go too, so I will take you with you."

As he said that, a little bit under the old man's feet, auspicious cloud rose up, and he held it up with Zhong Yue, chasing him towards the hidden wounds riding the mad lion.

"Stop Master, wait."

At this time, Fang Jiange also came to his senses and was about to chase after him, but was stopped by Shui Zi'an.

"The sect leader is not here, we must guard the mountain gate."

Shui Zian looked at Feng Shang's back as he was leaving, blocking Fang Jiange and others.

"Elder, at this critical moment, no one will attack the Sword Sect."

Jun Sixie also took a step forward, looked at the several backs that disappeared into the sky, and said:

"If you miss such a big battle, wouldn't it be a regret for me to wait for my whole life?"

One person fights one god!

Such a feat, no matter whether it succeeds or fails, will leave a strong mark on the history of the human race, and she is unwilling to miss it.

"Brother Zi'an."

Feng Shouzhu chuckled and said, "Even if you and I will be moved by this kind of battle, let alone these young people? Let them go. It should be enough for you and me to guard the mountain gate."

"At least, no one will take action when the outcome of this battle is not correct."

"in this way......."

Shui Zian hesitated slightly and still moved out of the way.

"Thank you for your accomplishment!"

Fang Jiange bowed his hand, stepped on the sword light, and disappeared on the golden top of the sword gate in a roar.

He wanted to see if this elder was really powerful or was he swearing.

Jun Sixie smiled slightly and left.

"Let's go and have a look!"

The two true teachings left one after another, and the other disciples of the Sword Sect could not help it.

With a loud shout, they all soared into the air.

In a blink of an eye, a fucking old man looked at each other and smiled bitterly on the entire golden top of the sword gate.

They were naturally curious about this battle and wanted to watch the battle.

But why can't Jianmen be guarded without anyone?

After a long time, Feng Shouzhu faced the Western Wilderness and bowed:

"I only wish that this battle will be victorious, and I only wish that our human race will not be the mermaid meat!"

Shui Zian took a deep breath and bowed as well:

"I wish this battle will be victorious, and I hope that one day our human race will rule the world!"

The elders looked equally solemn, bowed and shouted:

"I wish this battle will be victorious, and I hope that our human race will never be a slave!"

The sound rumbling like thunder, rolling around, spreading continuously, and not dispersing for a long time.

.............

Huhu~~~

The auspicious clouds passed by rapidly, causing a violent flow of air.

Feng Shang stood above the auspicious clouds, looking at the back of the hidden wounds, and looking at the Western Wilderness.

"The nearest road between the Great Wilderness and the Western Wilderness is the place of gods' war, which is the dangerous place left by the ancestors of our human race that led their tribesmen to the Western Wilderness and the Gods' war."

Feng Shang looked at the vast and boundless land of divine war and said to Zhong Yue.

Zhong Yue nodded slightly, and he naturally knew about the place of the gods' war.

"Sect Master, do you think that the senior brother who is injured can win this battle?"

Zhong Yue was slightly worried.

Until this time, he still remembered the demon god above the moon, who was suspected to be the Xiaomang God Clan.

The existence that dominates the moon spirit and enjoys the visualization of all spirits.

"The realm of God-Transporting God is called the powerful person who is close to God. Among them, the powerful person can fight with Gods, and the elder who is in danger should not be considered the realm of God-Transporting God."

Feng Shang shook his head, and he couldn't see through the reality of the hidden wound at this time.

The breath of the burial wound seems to be true, even a strong man like Feng Shang who is close to the peak of the gods cannot see through it.

I just feel that it seems to be in the realm of enlightenment, but it seems to be a god.

"Isn't it because I am not a god, can I reach the realm of a legendary demon god?"

Zhong Yue's heart was shocked, and he was very shocked.

No one knows the origin of Fushen better than him.

But it was precisely because of knowing that he was even more shocked.

A few years ago, when the two met, he had not yet begun to practice, but in just a few years, he had far surpassed himself.

Even, reaching the realm of the legendary gods and demons!

What a difference!

Feng Shang nodded first, then shook his head: "Only he really takes action can he know his realm."

"That boy is amazing."

At this time, the torch, who had been in a deep sleep, slowly woke up, and a slightly emotional voice sounded in Zhong Yue's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Tunghuo, are you awake?"

Zhong Yue felt relieved, and the torch had been sleeping for a long time, which made him a little worried.

"This kid..."

Tsinghuo ignored Zhong Yue and frowned tightly: "How is this possible?"

As soon as he woke up, he felt the breath of wounds.

This shocked him.

This speed of practice is simply shocking.

If he was a pure-blooded Fuxi or other pure-blooded direct lineage of the gods, he could barely accept it, but he was obviously a human with mixed bloodlines.

This speed of practice is a bit unreasonable.

"What's wrong?"

Zhong Yue was confused and couldn't help asking.

"It seems that he has not seen the pass of the realm... He is not the realm of divine enlightenment, nor the realm of divine enlightenment... He is the realm of detachment!"

The fire is walking on the wick and it is very hard to believe.

However, he could feel that the impoverished wound had not yet opened the wheel, nor had he built a spiritual body, he had not achieved the Dharma Heaven, nor was he realm of real spirituality and divine communication.

He is a very powerful state of detachment!

"How is that possible?!"

Zhong Yue was dumbfounded and almost jumped up.
To be continued...