Wudang Mountain signed for 60 years

Chapter 30, cut two swords of the master

Bai Wuchang took out a millstone.

The countless red dots above are moving.

"Hmph, more than [-] disciples have come to my Thousand Souls Valley to look for the Golden Wood Spiritual Root."

The black impermanence envoys surrounded him.

"The red ones are Jindan disciples, thirty disciples, and the blue ones are the grand masters. Hey, why is there a white one?"

The Heiwuchang envoy was furious: "Hmph, Bai is a disciple of the foundation-building period. I didn't expect that my Wanhun Valley has fallen so far that even the disciples of the foundation-building period dare to come to fight the autumn wind!"

The Valley of Thousand Souls shocked the world back then, but there were eighteen celestial masters.

"Wait for me to capture this Foundation Establishment Stage disciple first. I'm fascinated by it. I don't know which sect of disciples it is, showing me that there is nothing in the Valley of Thousand Souls."

At this time, Zhang Fan turned into a disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage and came to the Valley of Thousand Souls.

Zhang Fan looked at the dirt on the ground.

Brow wrinkled.

It is said that the Thousand Souls Valley is paved with millions of corpses for thousands of miles, and the sun does not see it all day long, so it is very gloomy.

Millions of bones were glued into powder to pave the road, which shows how domineering the Valley of Thousand Souls was back then.

"Who is in front?"

Zhang Fan turned his head.

Several disciples came to question him.

Zhang Fan looked at their decorations, they were disciples of Shendaomen, and the leader was a master.

The first person looked Zhang Fan up and down;
"You are a disciple of that sect. The Valley of Thousand Souls is dangerous. You, a disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage, dare to come here to fight Jinmu Daogen."

Zhang Fan nodded;

"I'm a disciple of the One Sword Sect."

"Master, he is a disciple of the One Sword Sect."

Grandmaster nodded;
"It turned out to be a disciple of the One Sword Sect. Who is your master? My Shendao Sect and the One Sword Sect are allied with each other. Maybe I know each other."

"I'm only in the foundation building period, and I haven't apprenticed yet."

Grandmaster was taken aback;
Then I realized that Zhang Fan was only at the second level of the foundation building stage, and his age was at least 50 years old. This kind of disciple had no hope of making a golden elixir, and he would never even try to forge a golden elixir.

"Come with us! But don't even think about the golden wood spirit root, even if you have it, the golden core is hopeless, lest you be seduced by the black and white envoys and lose your life."

"Black and white shit?"

A disciple said angrily;

"What black and white shit, Bai Zhanfei, the emissary of white impermanence, and Hei Yan, the emissary of black impermanence, these two are the remnants of the Valley of Myriad Souls, and they often haunt this place. It's your luck that you didn't meet them along the way."

"That's right, these two are master-level masters, and they can kill you in just a few flips."

"You are too courageous to come here alone."

Zhang Fan shook his head;

"Thank you for your kindness, but I want to search alone."

The face of the master changed;
"Since this is the case, then you can ask for more blessings! Let's go."

The master led several people to go deep.

"The little foundation-building disciples are too flattering."

"Follow us and save your life."

"Forget it, maybe others are arrogant and look down on us, and want to find spiritual roots! They don't care about their own cultivation."

Zhang Fan listened to the ridicule of several people, and didn't take it seriously, watching them drift away and go deeper.

After Zhang Fan walked more than ten miles, a burst of fire attracted Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan rushed over immediately.

Several people were immediately alert.

Looking at the clothes of several people, they are from Donghu Pavilion.

The strength of Donghu Pavilion is far higher than that of Yijian Sect and Shendaomen. There are three great masters, and the master of Donghu Pavilion is the fifth level of Grandmasters.

"Huh, a disciple of the One Sword Sect?"

"Is this person here to be funny? The foundation establishment period disciples came to look for the golden wood spirit root. Could it be that there is no one in the One Sword Sect!"

"I've heard that the One Sword Sect will suppress the Sword Tower every ten years, otherwise there will be riots. The old demon Mo Cangtian is imprisoned in it, and he is half a step into the realm of a celestial master."

Zhang Fan smiled;
"Good evening, fellow Taoists."

"Okay, sir, the worst of us is Jindan cultivation base, why do you call yourself a fellow Taoist?"

"The cultivation base in the foundation building period also wants to be on an equal footing with us?"

"Isn't this guy seeking our asylum?"

Zhang Fan shook his head, it seems that people look down on people who have no strength, in order to attract people from the Valley of Thousand Souls, Zhang Fan deliberately suppressed their cultivation.

Just to wait for the people in Wanhun Valley to take the bait.

I didn't expect to meet people from Shendaomen and Donghu Pavilion along the way.

"Well, if you have Baiyang Pill, we might consider protecting you."

"That's right, at least ten Baiyang pills."

I want to fart!

Return Baiyang Dan.

Do you want a bunch of shit.

Zhang Fan turned and left, too lazy to talk to them.

"This kid is arrogant and arrogant. He created the Valley of Thousand Souls by himself, and he doesn't know where he got the courage from."

"Forget it, he is a disciple of the One Sword Sect, so don't make things difficult for him!"

Zhang Fan continued to walk deeper.

Walked about ten miles.

A man in black stood in the middle of the road.

Sure enough.

Zhang Fan said: "You are the messenger of Heiwuchang, Heiyan, hand over the golden wood spirit root, and spare you from death."

Hei Wuchang didn't react for a long time.

This kid is probably crazy!
My majestic master, an eighth-level master, was threatened by a disciple of the foundation establishment period to hand over the golden wood spirit root?

"Boy, you really have you, dare to threaten me, you know that I am Heiyan, don't you know that I am a master of the eighth rank of the master?"

The black impermanence envoy burst into rage;
"What kind of master, great master, you are a fart in front of me, don't be inked, do you have any golden wood spirit roots on your body?"

"You dare to threaten me at the foundation establishment stage? Who gave you the courage, no matter, I will lock you up today and let you know that my Wanhun Valley is not a place for you to run wild."

Heiwuchang waved his hand.

Stretching out ten fights with one hand, his fingers turned into skeletons, trying to capture Zhang Fan!
Zhang Fan waved his hand casually.

Swordsmanship.

Hei Wuchang's arm was chopped off.

Heiwuchang was horrified, how could this be possible, how could a disciple of the foundation establishment stage break my ghost crying claw.

Zhang Fan didn't have time to think about it.

It was another sword strike.

The sword energy was silent, and it struck Heiwuchang's shoulder, leaving a deep bloodstain, which penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Only then did Hei Wuchang realize that the disciple in front of him couldn't possibly be at the Foundation Establishment stage.

But looking at his slack aura, it is real.

Hei Wuchang received two sword strikes and ran away.

"Don't run away, Heiwuchang, do you have any golden wood spirit root in your body? I'm waiting to use it!"

Hei Wuchang felt aggrieved.

If you don’t run, you’re a bastard. This kid is not human at all. I’m a master in the realm of a master, and I was cut twice by a foundation-builder.

It's ridiculous to say this.

Hei Wuchang ran ahead, while Zhang Fan chased after him.

The two figures disappeared in a flash.

"what's the situation?"

"That man is the messenger of Heiwuchang, Heiyan, his body was injured, he must have been injured, the golden wood spirit root is on him."

"Who dares to hurt Hei Wuchang? Could it be that the great master made a move, and the great master made a move. Do we still have a chance!"

"Heiwuchang, don't run away, give me the golden wood spirit root."

Everyone saw Zhang Fan holding a sword in his hand, and they chased after him.

The people of Shendaomen glanced at each other.

what's the situation?
(End of this chapter)