Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

She didn't expect the situation in the world to change again.

The sudden appearance of the Jinghui Sect was very abrupt and caught people off guard.

Fakong said: "The Jinghui Sect is probably very involved. It will not rise for no reason. It must be..."

"King Lu?" Ning Zhenzhen frowned.

Fakong shook his head slowly: "It's hard to say who it is."

It could be King Lu, it could be Dayun, or it could be other princes or princes.

Among these unknown princes, there is a King Lu. How can we know that there is no second King Lu?

It is hidden and must be guarded against.

From the future of Monk Yuande, there is no clue. The Jinghui Sect rises and perishes like a comet.

In just a moment, a brilliant light burst out, shining in all directions.

His eyes suddenly became deep.

Ning Zhenzhen looked at him quietly, letting him watch.

After a moment, Fakong's eyes returned to their original state and shook his head.

Although Ning Zhenzhen has been searching for the secret of the rise of the Jinghui Sect through the information network of the Yudie Sect and the Da Miaolian Temple, trying to find out who is behind it.

Unfortunately, the future that can be seen now cannot be found out. There is no clue, and there is no way to find clues from the disciples of the Jinghui Sect.

If they cannot be captured alive, they will die.

Fakong shook his head.

These disciples of the Jinghui Sect have unshakable beliefs and are brave enough to sacrifice themselves. They are more terrifying than the disciples of the Kunshan Holy Church at the beginning.

"Brother, didn't you find out?"

"No."

"So secretive?" Ning Zhenzhen frowned and pondered: "Could it be that there is no one behind them, and they really rose on their own?"

"... It is also possible." Fakong nodded.

If there is really someone behind it, it is impossible not to reveal any clues, and the Jinghui Sect has a firm belief and is not driven by others.

Of course, things in the world are unpredictable, and it is also possible that they are willing to sell themselves for revenge and be driven by others.

Or cooperate with others and each benefit.

Fakong shook his head immediately: "Since we can't find out, there's no need to waste our efforts. We must be prepared."

"Will they deal with our Yudie Sect?"

"It's not them that we should be careful of," Fakong shook his head: "Be careful of Shenjian Peak. Their elders will eventually practice the sword art."

"It's impossible to stop them after all." Ning Zhenzhen showed a helpless look on her face.

Once Shenjian Peak has practiced a higher level of sword art, it will definitely retaliate against Yudie Sect, and Yudie Sect will not be able to stop it at that time.

I have tried to stop the elders of Shenjian Peak from practicing the sword art, but they will eventually practice it, and no matter how I try to stop them, it will be useless.

This is very despairing.

Fakong said: "Junior sister, are you discouraged?"

Ning Zhenzhen nodded gently.

Fakong smiled and said: "It's just a sword art, it's your whetstone."

Ning Zhenzhen smiled bitterly and said: "Senior brother..."

Fakong suddenly made a move, and the sword light flashed and was already in front of her, faster than I could imagine, much faster than before.

Ning Zhenzhen was stunned.

She then curved her eyes like the moon and smiled sweetly: "Brother, have you also mastered it?"

Fakong nodded: "After they mastered the sword art, they must be very proud and feel invincible, and then come to you for revenge."

Ning Zhenzhen smiled and said: "I will suppress them directly and make them completely obedient!"

Fakong smiled: "This is enough to make them completely lose confidence and the courage to go against you, and they will be honest from now on."

"Brother, this move is cruel enough." Ning Zhenzhen smiled like a flower, and her face was brighter than the bright moon in the night sky.

She could imagine how confused and puzzled the elders of Shenjian Peak who had mastered the sword art were, and how much shock they suffered.

"But the power of the sword art is still amazing. Junior sister, if you want to crack it, you have to work hard."

"Brother, just teach me."

"Okay, then start tonight." Fakong said.

Soon, the sword light filled the courtyard, clear as water, everywhere.

A quarter of an hour later, Ning Zhenzhen was panting, sweating, her face was pale, her eyes were dim and lifeless, and she was about to fall.

Fakong's sword put a huge pressure on her, making her breathless. She tried her best to resist, full of despair.

If Fakong had not practiced the sword skill to perfection, her graceful body would have been riddled with holes.

Fakong's sword skill did not let her down, he only retracted the sword at the critical moment and did not really pierce her skin and Luoshan.

Even so, Ning Zhenzhen was already overloaded and consumed a lot.

She struggled to hold on for a quarter of an hour.

With her current sword skill and palm skill, if she really encountered Fakong's sword skill, she would have been defeated in a few moves, or injured or killed.

Fakong's way of attacking her was strange. He first used a sword skill, and then used this move again and again.

Until she found a way to crack and deal with it, Fakong would perform the next move, one move after another, showing the essence and mystery of each move.

In a quarter of an hour, Fakong performed a total of five sword techniques, each of which was so powerful that Ning Zhenzhen couldn't breathe.

In such an extreme environment, she concentrated her energy and spirit into one, squeezing out her potential.

Every time she felt that she couldn't hold on, she gritted her teeth and held on. Every time she held on, she felt that she had improved a lot, both in swordsmanship and spirit.

This kind of growth was a leap-forward growth, a leap forward.

When Fakong returned the sword to his sleeve and looked at her with a smile, she was almost exhausted, her jade face was pale without a trace of blood, and her eyes were dim and lifeless.

"Junior sister, thank you for your hard work." Fakong smiled and formed a seal, then cast a heart-purifying spell and a rejuvenating spell.

As soon as the two spells are cast, the effect is immediate.

Ning Zhenzhen's breathing suddenly calmed down, her weakness quickly disappeared, and her eyes became as bright as cold stars, becoming clearer and brighter.

Ning Zhenzhen felt like he was in a dream, feeling that a quarter of an hour seemed like a year.

Not only is it difficult and long, but it is also like being reinforcing. The person I am now is completely different from the person I was a quarter of an hour ago, as if I have been practicing hard for a year.

Fakong smiled and said, "How?"

Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly, his eyes moved, and he conveyed his gratitude, but did not express it in his mouth.

Fakong said: "That's it for today. Let's think about it first and then try again in a few days. There's no need to be too hasty. It's still a year before they can complete their training."

"...Senior brother, we'd better do it as soon as possible." Ning Zhenzhen shook his head gently: "What if something changes."

Fakong smiled and said: "One game every three days, can you sustain it?"

"able!"

"Okay, then it will be one game every three days." Fakong said.

Ning Zhenzhen made tea, and the two sat down to sip the tea and talk about other things.

Ning Zhenzhen told him some interesting and strange things about Dayong Yunjing, and Fakong also told her some interesting things about Shenjing.

When the moon was high in the sky, Fakong needed to practice the Jade Liquid Solid Form Technique before he left. When he reached the top of the mountain, he swallowed the moonlight.

After practicing the Jade Liquid Solid Form Technique, Fakong appeared in the Medicine Valley in a flash.

At this time, there was silence in the Medicine Valley.

Xu Qingluo and the others had already rested, while Faning was practicing alone by the lake, silently and as fast as a ghost.

When Fa Kong appeared, he did not disturb Fan Ning. He stood in the small pavilion with his hands behind his hands, watching the bright moon swaying gently in the lake.

The bright moon changes gently in the lake.

The medicine valley was quiet and peaceful, and everything fell asleep.

Fa Kong waved his hand to Fan Ning, indicating not to be distracted and to ignore him, and turned his eyes north, towards the direction of the Vajra Temple.

King Kong Peak is a glacier where disciples of King Kong Temple are stationed.

At this time, twelve young monks slowly stood up and looked down at the dozens of people floating up under the moonlight.

Twelve bald heads shone brightly in the moonlight.

The thirty-six people all wore white robes. The white robes directly covered their hair, and they were covered with white scarves, blending into the glacier.

They ran on the glacier as if they were walking on flat ground, silently and swiftly moving up the glacier, silently and quickly closing the distance between them and the twelve Vajra Temple disciples.

"It's the devil of the Purity Sect again, Senior Brother Faxuan, do you want to send a message?" A young monk with a round face looked at a young monk with a square face.

The other monks all looked at this square-faced young monk.

"We can take them down!" The square-faced monk Faxuan said solemnly: "We can take them down!"

"Yes!" The other eleven young monks shouted solemnly.

Today's Vajra Temple is no longer the Vajra Temple of the past. There are no longer only two or three great masters in the Vajra Temple, but dozens of them.

The chances of the disciples of Vajra Temple to become a Grand Master are greatly increased. The disciples of Vajra Temple are full of confidence and courage.

Facing the thirty-six masters of Jinghui Sect, Faxuan Twelve showed no fear. Instead, he was angry and rushed forward eagerly.

They jumped down, like twelve eagles swooping down, to attack the thirty-six white-robed men, and suddenly there was a muffled sound.

Most of the martial arts in the Vajra Temple are extremely strong, using force to attack skillfully. The subtlety is not the best, but the defense and strength are the best.

The thirty-six men in white robes are feminine and cunning, and their tricks are often unpredictable and unexpected.

In the blink of an eye, twelve Vajra Temple disciples were attacked one after another.

But they had no fear. The gurgling vitality from the beads quickly eliminated their weakness and trauma.

At the same time, the cool breath came from the beads, allowing them to stay calm and steady, unaffected by anger. The more angry they were, the calmer they would be, their thoughts would work faster, and their reactions would be faster.

The thirty-six men in white robes originally wanted to defeat the twelve Vajra Temple disciples in an instant, but they didn't expect them to be so durable.

For a moment, they had the upper hand but could not defeat each other, and their attacks became more ruthless and deadly.

Fa Kong shook his head when he saw this.

The masters of the Jinghui Sect were indeed ruthless and ruthless. If it weren't for the beads he blessed, some of his disciples would have been killed by now.

Senior brother Faxuan is still too impulsive. At this time, he should not bite the bullet and fight hard, but should call on the masters in the Vajra Temple to join him.

However, since they are so ambitious, they can only accomplish it, which will help them strengthen their divine will and their courage to move forward.

This sharpness is the key to hitting the Grand Master. Without this sharpness, there is no chance of becoming a Grand Master.

He did not go directly to greet the masters of the Vajra Temple, but watched quietly. When he saw which master of the Vajra Temple was seriously injured, a Rejuvenation Curse was dropped, mixed with the Pure Heart Curse.

The effects of the Rejuvenation Mantra and the Pure Heart Mantra that he cast personally and the two mantras blessed on the beads were very different.

As long as you have experienced it, you will immediately understand that Fa Kong is taking action in secret.

They were even more certain in their hearts. Under the blessing of the Pure Heart Mantra, their minds were running faster and they were desperately looking for each other's weaknesses.

Stimulated by powerful enemies, they grew stronger by leaps and bounds.

Thirty-six men in white robes realized something was wrong. The twelve Vajra Temple disciples seemed to be going crazy. It was as if they were not the ones injured. They did not fall to the ground even after being fatally injured. They were still alive and well, which was weird no matter how you looked at it.

PS: Update completed.