Projection of the Heavens

Gu Shaoshang's finger contained too much information.

If the memory of a mortal life is a drop of water, the information contained in that finger is like the nine-day galaxy.

That's exactly what made the ambush almost burst to death.

However, with Gu Shaoshang's realm, he naturally knows the limit of the ambush, and it is definitely impossible to kill himself.

"Feng Xiaozhong......"

Fushang recited the name again.

If the deity can communicate with him, this person must not be underestimated.

However, the information contained in the deity's finger indicates that this world seems to be only a part of the other side of the world. Can such a tyrannical existence be born?

Moreover, it seems to have something to do with the **** stick in the main temple.

"High Priest! High Priest!"

"what happened?"

"Are you all right?"

At this time, some talents from the Red Stone Tribe came to hear the news.

"Master, are you alright?"

Jiang Feng was the fastest, the furthest away, but the one who came the fastest.

"nothing."

Fushang coughed lightly, but didn't mean to explain.

Just a slight movement of the mind, the tyrannical power of the soul covered the ruins within ten miles.

Boom!

Under the gazes of everyone, the ruins and the earth trembled as the ground shook and the mountains shook.

It seemed to be kneaded by an invisible big hand, but after a while, it returned to its original appearance.

"The high priest's cultivation is too strong!"

"What a powerful soul!"

"Move mountains to fill the sea!"

The group of people were shocked and sighed again and again, and their expressions became more and more respectful.

They have only practiced for a few months, and even with Fushang's guidance, their cultivation is still very shallow.

"master."

Jiang Feng, who was still young, first came back to his senses, and said respectfully: "Master, another tribe has come to take refuge today! The population of the Red Stone Tribe is about to exceed 100,000, will it cause other forces? Coveted?"

The great nature of the Redstone tribe is a good thing.

But the tree is big to attract the wind. The Red Stone Tribe is located on the edge of the wilderness, bordering the demon clan, with a population of 100,000, which is enough for some powerful Qi practitioners of the demon clan to notice.

"Just recruit, don't worry about the rest."

Fu sadly turned his thoughts slightly, but didn't care.

Although the deity's finger is only some memory, it also deduces the map of Shenting Township to a very high level.

Some of the previous concerns are no longer necessary.

"Yes."

Jiang Feng bowed slightly in response: "In this way, the disciple will retire."

The rest of the people also bowed in unison and retreated with Jiang Feng.

"It's not without benefits that it's close to death."

Fushang retracted his gaze and shook his head: "But I still want to go to Jianmen, see that Feng Xiaozhong first..."

In the memory of this deity, he already knows many things, and his understanding of this world is different from before.

After all, the deity directly runs through Feng Xiaozhong's timeline.

The understanding of this world is too deep.

Naturally, he also knew that Feng Xiaozhong was an abandoned disciple of Jianmen, and was suppressed by his father, the old sword **** of Jianmen.

The only thing that is uncertain is when that Dao Venerable joined the main temple.

Said to go to Jianmen, but Fushang did not leave directly.

I stayed in the Redstone Tribe for a while, stabilized the previously skyrocketing Shenting Township map, and corrected its chaotic parts.

After that, he transformed into a spirit body that contained his power to sit in the Redstone Tribe, and then he emerged from the Redstone Tribe.

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

woohoo~~~

In the turbulent air, the Redstone Tribe was ambushed, but instead of going to Jianmen first, he stepped into the Demon Race territory and killed some Demon Race Qi trainers who were closest to the Redstone Tribe.

Just as he was about to return, he suddenly felt a slight movement in his heart, pulled a cloud over his body, and looked down.

On the vast plain in between, two flood dragons with a length of several tens of feet, facing the demon clan's territory, did not advance, but regressed toward the great wasteland.

And on Jiaolong's back, a woman with a good figure was tightly tied to it, and said something with a face of shame.

And between the two dragons, a grotesque young man walked backwards.

"This kid..."

Fushang could see at a glance that the envoy of Jiaolong was Zhong Yue, and he couldn't help but be a little speechless: "As expected of a big bull, is this another one?"

However, he didn't show up, just glanced at it, ignored it, and walked towards the location of the Great Wilderness Sword Gate.

Zhong Yue's cultivation progressed very fast, and he had already practiced Qi in a short time.

Of course it's okay to protect yourself.

woohoo~~~

Fushang turned around and disappeared into the clouds.

At the same time, Zhong Yue, who was sitting on the Jiaolong, seemed to feel something in his heart, stopped and turned back.

I saw the demonic energy surging in the distance, and a huge bull's head loomed:

"Jun Sixie, you can't escape!"

"Another one..."

Zhong Yue shook his head slightly, and slapped the woman on the back of the head, causing her to faint, and then said loudly, "Brother Niu, this Jun Sixie has been captured by me!"

"Hey! That Jun Sixie is born with a body of water spirit. If he can mate with her, Lao Niu's cultivation will be greatly improved, and he will be able to exchange for resources after beheading her!"

The bull demon with the head and human body fell to the ground, and it was three feet high, and rushed up with a hum.

Then Zhong Yue slashed over it with a knife, chopped off the horns, and threw himself in the street on the spot.

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

woohoo~~~

The air flow slowly subsided, and Fushang Yu fell not far from the Jianmen Mountain Gate, looking up at the towering Jianmen, and smiled slightly.

He paced towards the top of the mountain gate.

With the help of the deity, he took a big step forward in the deduction of the world map of the divine court, and his cultivation level naturally rose.

Not to mention invincible, this sword gate can come and go freely.

Outside the Jianmen Mountain Gate, the disciples on duty and the disciples who came and went did not care about the arrival of the ambush, and no one came forward to question them.

Until he walked to the inner door of Jianmen, no one noticed the difference in him.

The outer disciples thought he was a disciple of the upper court, and the upper court disciples thought he was a new disciple of the upper court. In addition, Fushang had a good temperament. Shi Shiran came all the way to the inner gate, but no one found him.

"The defense of this sword gate is too loose. The great formation can detect the aura of alien races, but it cannot detect the aura of the same human race... Yes, the sword gate is the power of the human race, the core of the human race in the Great Wilderness. , you can't be on guard against the human race..."

Fu was sad and turned to think.

However, this is a good thing for him. He didn't come here to kill. Jianmen sits in the Great Wilderness, no matter how complicated it is, it protects the Great Wilderness Human Race in the end.

Without Jianmen, the human race would be even worse.

After passing through the inner door, Fushang no longer walked slowly, because further inside, only the elders of Jianmen could enter.

Therefore, with a flash of his figure, he entered the very depths of the inner door.

"who are you?"

As soon as Fushang stepped into it, an old voice suddenly came from the air.

Fushang raised his head slightly, only to see a white-haired old man standing on top of a snow-white cliff, looking at him with a slight frown.

"Human race?"

The old man seemed to notice something, and his brows eased.

"Human race."

Fushang nodded.

"Which tribe are you a master, the old man has never seen you."

The old man looked at the strange color and asked warmly.

The young man in front of him seems to be very young, but his aura is extremely powerful. Compared with him, he is only one or two steps behind. Looking at the world, he can be called a master!

In the entire Jianmen, apart from him, I am afraid there is no master who can compare with him!

Human race, when did such a young master emerge?

As the Lord of the Sword Sect, he didn't even know it!

At the same time, there was a hint of joy in his heart.

At a time of internal and external troubles, the human race has such a young master, it is simply God's help to Jianmen, God bless the human race!

"My name is Fushang, High Priest of the Redstone Tribe."

Fu sadly knew that the old man in front of him was the master of Jianmen, the father of Feng Xiaozhong, Feng Chang.

However, the old man's body was full of twilight, and the breath of death was strong, and his life was passing away, and his life was not long, but his strength should not be underestimated.

At least, whoever is deceived by his appearance will surely die miserably.

"Redstone tribe?"

Hearing this, the old man was taken aback, he had never heard of this name.

"A small tribe on the edge of the Great Wilderness, because the place where they live is backed by a red stone mountain, hence the name Red Stone. The old master of Feng does not know, but it is normal."

Fushang said lightly.

As a sacred place for the human race, Jianmen nominally shelters the entire Great Wilderness, but it is a small tribe like the Redstone tribe that will die out at no time.

Naturally, it will not be known by the Lord of the Sword Gate.

"Feel sorry."

The old man's eyes dimmed slightly, and he sighed: "It's hard to protect my human race when I'm old and old..."

He could naturally hear the meaning of Fushang's words, but he couldn't help it.

The human race is weak, whether it is the demon race, the **** race or the demon race, the strength is far beyond the human race.

It is not easy for Jianmen to maintain the great wilderness, and it is not easy to maintain the stability on the surface.

"Fu injured little friend, please come up and talk."

After the old man sighed, please come up.

Fushang naturally had no fear, and walked up the high cliff while pacing.

This high cliff is called Jade Sword Forest, where every grass, tree, flower and stone are carved with sword intent.

Therefore, the arrival of ambush was only perceived.

"Little friend Fushang, please take a seat."

The old man asked him to sit down on the stone bench, take out a pot of tea, and pour it on him.

"Thank you."

Fushang took the teacup, blew lightly, and took a sip.

"I don't know why the little friend came here, why?"

Without talking too much, the old man said straight to the point.

Fushang's aura was cold, and at first glance, he was not a talkative person. Naturally, he would not be annoying.

"For the future of Jianmen."

Fushang put down the teacup and said lightly.

He came here naturally to meet Feng Xiaozhong, but since he saw the old man, he naturally didn't mind talking to him.

"The future of Jianmen."

The old man's face changed slightly, and he felt a little joy in his heart, and said with a smile: "I hope to hear that little friend will see you."

His life is not long, and life has been very difficult now.

If he dies, Jianmen will be in chaos, and it will be difficult for several elders to support Jianmen and protect the Great Wilderness.

Suddenly such a human race expert came, and although he was a little wary, he couldn't help but feel a little joy.

"In the Great Wilderness, Jianmen is respected! Many human tribes in the Great Wilderness are all proud of joining Jianmen."

Fushang glanced at the old man and said:

"But now, in the Sword Sect, the poor clan and the famous clan are fighting each other for power, and only the **** race and the demon clan are the enemies! The human race in the great wasteland has become the ration of other races' captivity."

"And the old sect master, your son is not good, the sky is angry and people resent, and your grandson is a traitor and harms the human race, do you know?"

"what?"

The old man was shocked, and his face couldn't help changing: "Human rape?"

"Feng Wuji is the spy of the Xiaomang God Clan in Jianmen, and he is also the God's envoy of the Xiaomang God Clan. Before the chaos in the demon market, more than a thousand Jianmen disciples sacrificed their blood to Tianxiang's mother. It was his handwriting."

With a trace of pity in Fushang's eyes, he said.

In the memory contained in the deity's finger, he learned a lot, the most detailed of which was naturally about Feng Xiaozhong's three thousand reincarnations and his life.

Of course, there are wind clothes.

Fengshang, this person, is dedicated to revitalizing the sword gate and protecting the human race, but first his son went crazy for some reason, dissecting various races frantically, causing a lot of anger and resentment, and then his grandson, who committed rape, and died in his hands. quantity.

Even, to a certain extent, he was also killed by his grandson's calculations, which is really sad and deplorable.

call!

Feng Chang's expression changed, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he couldn't help coughing.

"What do you want to do when you say this?"

After a while ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Fengshang reluctantly returned to calm, but there was still a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"It's just that I don't want the old sect master to be deceived and die in a confused way by others' calculations."

Fushang held the teacup and calmly said:

"To be honest, I came to Jianmen for Feng Xiaozhong! Not to conspire against Jianmen."

"Xiao Zhong..."

Feng Chang took a deep breath and said, "How much hatred?"

Although Feng Xiaozhong was angry and resented because of his dissection of various ethnic groups, it was his son in the end.

Hearing that Fushang's target was Feng Xiaozhong, he couldn't help feeling nervous.

"He's dead and alive!"

Fushang looked at the old man and said lightly.