The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 280: Wuji Xiandan
"Fang Xun!"

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The iron-winged cloud eagle screamed across the sky. After the eagle's altitude dropped to a hundred feet, Old Man Mo and Yu Jiaolong eagerly jumped off the eagle's back and landed next to Fang Xun.

Yu Jiaolong quickly helped him up and asked nervously, "Fang Xun, are you okay?"

Fang Xun waved his hands weakly and said, "Fortunately, I'm not going to die."

He looked at Wan Zhaohua, who was dying in the distance with only one breath left, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared to Wan Zhenhai, the person he really fears is Wan Zhaohua.

This guy inherited the memory of an antique that is more than 400 years old. Who knows what kind of cards he might have.

In order to be on the safe side and reduce variables, Fang Xun directly chose to overturn the table, activating the power of the purple gold bowl to blow up the earth veins!
In this situation, no matter what trump cards Wan Zhaohua had, they were useless, and he himself was badly injured by the explosion.

However, 'All twelve evils of bodhisattva are empty' did not disappoint him.

This ultimate move has unparalleled defensive power, and can resist and rebound any malicious force directed toward you, whether it is mental or physical.

The ground veins exploded, and the force of a natural disaster was rebounded by "All the Twelve Evils of Sattva are Empty" and swept in all directions.

Fang Xun could only barely use this move. Without the help of the power of the purple gold bowl, he would probably not have been able to save his own life.

The catastrophic explosion and the force that he had to bear beyond his capacity had left him exhausted and injured.

This injury would probably take at least half a year to heal if he just rested.

However, Fang Xun had anticipated this. As long as Wan Zhaohua could be killed, it would be worth it!

After taking another look at Wan Zhaohua, Fang Xun smiled and said to the two worried faces: "I need to heal my wounds, you two protect me!"

"here?"

"It'll be fine soon."

After saying that, Fang Xun sat cross-legged on the ground again. Two pills, one black and one red, suddenly appeared in his hand and he swallowed them directly.

The pill melted as soon as it entered his mouth, transforming into two streams of medicinal power, one yin and one yang, which flowed through Fang Xun's body. The yin and yang complemented each other, and Fang Xun's whole body was immediately filled with energy.

Yu Jiaolong and Old Man Mo saw black and red energy appearing on Fang Xun's cheeks and moving around.

The figure in front of me is sometimes like a furnace, sometimes like an iceberg, hot and cold.

When it was cold, frost could be seen covering the surface of his body, and when it was hot, the frost evaporated into mist. Fang Xun seemed to have entered a mysterious realm of neither life nor death.

The originally disordered qi began to improve rapidly. The effect of the pill was immediate after taking it. It was estimated that it would not take long before this serious injury would be healed.

Old Man Mo was stunned: "What kind of precious pill is this? How could it have such miraculous effects?"

From time to time, Fang Xun would take out treasures and secret manuals like a magic trick, but he usually didn't study them in depth.

The purple gold bowl and the upside-down dream really frightened him, but as he had more important business to do, he did not ask any further questions or think too much about it.

And now there are two precious pills, one black and one red. The medicine is taking effect. Not only is Fang Xun's injuries recovering rapidly, but his skills are also improving little by little. This makes Old Man Mo shocked again.

These two pills are the Wuji Xiandan that Fang Xun got from Li Chenzhou. One is black and the other is red, they are the "cathode pill" and the "anode pill" respectively.

In "The Heroes of China", the First Emperor once sought the secret of immortality and ordered an immortal to develop an elixir, but the elixir failed and the secret recipe was reportedly passed down to later generations.

In the Tang Dynasty, fourteen elixirs were produced under the supervision of the royal family. The crown prince took two of them and died suddenly. The emperor was furious and killed 72 famous pharmacists of the time.

However, the other twelve elixirs were stolen from the palace, and passed on by martial artists, who finally mixed the elixir with a method of detoxification.

In the Song Dynasty, many martial arts masters fought to the death for the throne. The bloodbath was so intense at the Wuyi Mountain that it became a dark battle with rivers flowing with blood. In the end, the throne fell into the hands of the tyrant Yan Kuangtu.

He took four pills himself and gave two to Li Chenzhou.

Although the Wuji Immortal Pill cannot make people immortal, swallowing the Yinjiao Pill and the Yangjiao Pill together can increase Jiazi's power, and it also has the magical effect of bringing the dead back to life and turning bones into flesh. It is still a precious medicine for healing.

After the battle, Fang Xun was injured and had a lot of work done. He took some pills, which not only healed his wounds but also improved his skills. After seeing him getting better, the two people beside him breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Jiaolong seemed to have remembered something, with murderous intent in her eyes. She turned to Old Man Mo and said, "Senior, please protect Fang Xun. I will go and clean up the mess!"

After saying that, he dragged the serrated sword and walked slowly towards Wan Zhaohua with a complicated expression.

On his deathbed, Wan Zhaohua looked indifferent and quietly waited for death to come.

Before, he didn't want to die when he still had strength left, but now he has reached the point where his energy is running out. When death is really coming, his heart is more peaceful than ever before.

After feeling the footsteps getting closer in the distance, Wan Zhaohua turned his head with difficulty and spoke lightly to Yu Jiaolong.

"Little sister, let's do it."

It was as if it was not herself who was about to die. Yu Jiaolong had a complicated expression on her face, and veins bulged on her hand as she gripped the knife handle tightly.

Although she felt complicated, she knew that she had to deal the final blow herself.

She can kill Wan Zhaohua, but Fang Xun and Old Man Mo cannot.

This world, after all, belongs to thousands of families, and the social system is not a modern society ruled by law. It is a joke that a prince who breaks the law is subject to the same punishment as a commoner.

It is said that 'the Grand Master shall not be punished', and this also applies to members of the royal family.

No matter how heinous Wan Zhaohua's crimes were, only the clan affairs office could deal with him.

Even if the nature of the crime is serious and the situation is critical and execution is required on the spot, it can only be done by members of the royal family.

Otherwise, it would be considered as rebellion and high treason, and you would be hunted down by the masters of the clan affairs office!

If Fang Xun and Old Man Mo were peerless masters of the Zhenwu realm, they would certainly not care so much. They could kill them if they wanted to, and cut them up if they wanted to. The clan office would just pretend they didn't know and wouldn't say a word.

But now they are not, so Yu Jiaolong has to take action.

"Brother, this is the last time I call you brother. Have a safe journey!"

brush--

The knife flashed, and Wan Zhaohua's head rolled down. This giant of the magic world who had been in power for more than four hundred years was killed instantly.

After she really did it, Yu Jiaolong felt a surge of panic in her heart as she watched the head rolling to her feet.

But after Wan Zhaohua's death, the aftermath was far from complete. After taking a deep breath, she gathered her thoughts, leaped up and flew away, soon arriving outside the pit.

Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-

But I heard the sound of breaking through the air coming from far away.

Then, the black-armored general, the thin dark man, the short and fat old man, two masters of the royal palace, the man from Wujian Hall, and the other twenty or so Yinshen masters who came to watch the ceremony also broke through the air and arrived in front of Yu Jiaolong.

A few miles away, there was a large crowd of people, and the others were standing in the distance watching and did not come forward.

"The princess!"

The black-armored general and two palace retainers hurried to meet Yu Jiaolong. After the earth-shaking incident just now, everyone already knew that Yu Jiaolong was framed by Wan Zhaohua.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Yu Jiaolong was unharmed.

After this battle, she is the only descendant of the King of Yue's lineage left. If anything happens to Yu Jiaolong again, there will be another round of twists and turns.

Yu Jiaolong's face was stern. She looked at the two men in the crowd and said in a cold voice.

"They are colluding with the devil, arrest them immediately!"

With a swish, a sharp blade light burst out and swept towards the two men.

For a moment, everyone at the scene was stunned and didn't know what was going on.

(End of this chapter)