I picked up a property.

The detailed discussion between Feng Xia and Kuzhu Sword God lasted for a whole day and night.

It was not until the end of the conversation that the new acting head of the Xuanhuang Holy Palace suddenly realized a question: "How many times have I been interrupted today?"

He recalled carefully for a long time, but he couldn't come up with an accurate number!

Damn sick!

Even with the Taoist heart of the Kuzhu Sword God, when recalling the conversation of the past day, he felt unbearable and wanted to hide his face and run away on the spot.

"This Fengshen General's knowledge is extraordinary. If you can sit down and discuss things with him, it will indeed be a great pleasure in life..."

As he talked, Kuzhu Sword God could no longer talk.

He doubted that even during a normal discussion, Feng Xia would still interrupt people constantly, leaving them speechless for a long time!

Then let's talk about the devil's ways. Let's talk about it after a fight!

——This situation will most likely develop in the end.

"But the strength of this fellow Feng Daoist..." Kuzhu Sword God's eyelids trembled, "It's really a bit too strong..."

The conversation between him and Feng Xia was naturally not just a conversation.

Confrontations overt and covert still exist.

Even if there wasn't a big fight, it was essentially a fight without gunpowder. Apart from the fact that there was no risk of life, the degree of danger was still quite astonishing!

"I almost used all my strength to resist it. Fellow Daoist Feng looks so calm and relaxed. I don't know how much strength I used."

After adjusting his mind a little, the Bamboo Sword God stood up and walked towards the Xuanhuang Holy Mountain again.

Along the way, many people saw the new palace master and saluted him one by one. Their attitude could be described as extremely respectful.

"The new Palace Master has fiery eyes and a sword that can defeat blood demons. If it weren't for him, the entire Holy Palace would have suffered!"

"He is for the safety of Nantian and the righteousness of all sentient beings!"

"It turns out that we wrongly blamed him in the past. The reason why he turned against the old palace master was just because he noticed something abnormal!"

From time to time, murmurs of admiration can be heard among the crowd.

The Kuzhu Sword God's face was expressionless, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He squinted his eyes and used his magic power to block the praise from the outside world.

Soon after, he returned to the depths of Xuanhuang Holy Mountain.

The palace master's residence is here.

This area is usually shrouded in Xuanhuang Qi, which even the true gods find difficult to break. No one can break into the depths of Xuanhuang Qi unless they get the permission of the contemporary palace master.

As the head of the Xuanhuang Holy Palace, his residence seems quite ordinary.

If an ordinary house were placed in the outside world, it would be difficult for anyone to believe that it could be the residence of the master of a house and a true god!

But for Kuzhu Sword God, this is his home.

He grew up here, received the teachings of the old palace master here, and even achieved the divine realm here. It was also here that he made a plan against the Lord of Blood.

A month ago, he also killed the old palace master here.

Even after returning to a familiar place, the Bamboo Sword God still did not put down the sword in his arms. He held the sword and wiped it for a long time before going to the back of the house again.

There is a small grave there with a tombstone standing there.

There was no name on the monument, but he knew it was his father's tomb.

The old palace master used his own life and reputation to fulfill the new palace master of his generation, giving him unparalleled prestige as soon as he took office and being able to implement all his plans!

But in that case, the old palace master would be burdened with infamy, and no one would be able to build a monument for him.

He could only erect such a tomb behind his house.

"However, fellow Daoist Feng, you still misunderstood one thing."

Kuzhu looked miserable and murmured: "My father did not commit suicide. I did kill him with my own hands. My sword accurately hit his soul."

After offering incense to the old palace master, he continued walking deeper.

The first thing that catches the eye is a stone statue.

The stone statues have no facial features, and some look like a person curled up in a ball, as if they were a stone womb.

The Bamboo Sword God swung his sword, the sword light flickered, and some stones peeled off, rolling to the ground.

He carved six orifices out of the stone fetus, and one of them was still unborn.

However, his actions seemed to have caused some kind of change. The black and yellow energy on the zenith suddenly surged and fell in the direction of the stone tire.

Gradually, the stone body seemed to gain a luster.

After doing all this, Kuzhu returned the divine sword to its sheath and walked forward unhurriedly.

The sad look on his face actually became much lighter at this moment.

Behind the residence of his palace master, the space is larger than anyone imagined!

The Xuanhuang Qi is extremely miraculous. It is one of the first primordial energies to be generated after the beginning of the world. It can evolve into almost everything in the world!

Space, nature is also included.

When he came here, Kuzhu Sword God couldn't help but become nervous, his expression was serious, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

Suddenly, the scene in front of him changed.

As if he had left the Xuanhuang Holy Mountain in an instant, and crossed an unknown distance of time and space, a small bamboo dwelling in the forest appeared in front of Kuzhu.

The small residence is not big, or even strictly speaking, it is just a hut.

But here there are mountain springs, green bamboo forests, sparse farmland, and an old man fishing.

What's strange is that there is no fishhook under the old man's fishing line.

"Fishing for destiny, those who are willing will take the bait."

Sensing the appearance of the Bamboo Sword God, the old man groaned, turned around with a smile, and looked at the young man: "My little Taoist friend from the human race, you are here to visit the old man again."

"Junior Kuzhu, I would like to pay my respects to my senior."

The Bamboo Sword God did not dare to express his displeasure and quickly bowed to the old man.

The old man smiled and waved his hands, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "You don't need to call me senior. There are billions of living beings in the world. If you can come to this world, everyone is a Taoist friend. It's just me. How many years is "Chi" older than you, so I added a small word."

"Having said that, your realm is higher and your strength is stronger than mine. It's natural to call you senior." Bitter Bamboo Sword God still insisted.

"Realm? The old man is a creature born in the Xuanhuang Holy Mountain, but there is no such thing as a realm." The old man continued to smile and shook his head.

"But your strength..."

"Strength is strength, realm is realm, they cannot be confused."

The old man chuckled, his eyes far away, and said calmly: "Really speaking of realm, the old man has not opened up a single divine wheel. He is essentially a mortal who has not cultivated."

"If we only talk about strength, the old man is probably a god."

"But if the Lord of God comes, there is nothing he can do about me. Even beings stronger than the Lord of God can only stare at the old man."

The Bamboo Sword God was helpless.

The old man is not an ordinary living being, but the Holy Spirit bred from the Xuanhuang Holy Mountain. It can be said that the old man is an innate god!

"At that time, a sage once said that the essence of realm is to guide the direction of progress, not to restrict your progress."

"If you try to force yourself to a higher level in everything, you will be hindered."

"Broaden your horizons and see the world beyond the boundaries of your realm. You will gain many new experiences."

Kuzhu Sword God responded with a few words, and then raised the key question: "Senior, what clues can you see from that Feng Xia?"

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Chapter 0912

Except for the previous owners of Xuanhuang Holy Mansion, no one knew that Xuanhuang Holy Mountain had an owner.

It’s just that this owner is not Xuanhuang Holy Mansion, but the Xuanhuang old man in front of him!

The first generation master of the Holy Mansion found the Xuanhuang Holy Mountain and borrowed land from the old man Xuanhuang, and this was how the Xuanhuang Holy Mansion came to be.

Old Man Xuanhuang is extremely powerful and claims to have reached the level of a God Lord.

And his realm is even more unpredictable. Even if he reaches the level of the Kuzhu Sword God, he still can't understand the other party's deep meaning.

The only good thing is that Old Man Xuanhuang has no ill intentions towards the Holy Palace.

On the contrary, he also provided a lot of help during the establishment of the Holy Palace.

He said that seeing them busy at work made him think of his hometown and the years he had spent so passionately.

At that time, the Kuzhu Sword God, who had not yet become a god, once asked the old man Xuanhuang about his hometown and his youth.

The old man replied: Tens of millions of years have passed, and many things cannot be remembered clearly.

Kuzhu Sword God couldn't help but be horrified, and felt more and more how unfathomable the old man was.

Tens of millions of years?

Even the God Lord can’t live that long!

Later, the plan against the Lord of the Bloody Blood also received strong support from the old man Xuanhuang.

It's just that this old man has always been more of a spectator. Even if he gives them guidance, he rarely participates in it personally.

According to the old man Xuanhuang, he was just guarding the door here, and the matter was very important, so he was not allowed to move without authorization.

"The name Qianqiu Valley is too common. The old man has seen at least a dozen forces, and they were all named Qianqiu Valley."

Old Man Xuanhuang smoothed his beard and said with a smile: "As for the ancient forbidden land, you must listen carefully. This Fengxia is quite young. The so-called ancient forbidden land is mostly just a boast."

"Quite young?" Kuzhu Sword God was stunned when he heard this, "How young?"

"Younger than you think."

Old Man Xuanhuang swung his fishing rod, cut open the space in front of him, and said with a faint smile: "He did hide it quite well, but once before, he fought with a god in the book collection world, and when he attacked with all his strength, he still leaked some information. Breathe out.”

"Is there really a god?"

The Bamboo Sword God couldn't help but be speechless: "Why would you let a god into the Holy Palace?"

Even now, he still has considerable doubts about Feng Xia's statement about killing the God Lord.

Even if a god lord and an emperor's body were severely damaged, their strength far exceeded that of a true god. How could they be easily defeated?

But I didn't want to get confirmation from old man Xuanhuang!

"It's just an injured God Lord. Although the old man is not familiar with him, he is half an old friend of mine, so I saw that he didn't mess around, so I just let him go."

"As for the emperor's Taoist body you mentioned, the old man has already thrown him out of the Xuanhuang Holy Mountain."

Old man Xuanhuang shook his head and chuckled: "Let's go back to Feng Xia. His aura of life is very young, so young that I was shocked for a long time."

"I dare to ask senior, how old is Feng Daoyou?" Kuzhu Sword God finally couldn't restrain his curiosity.

The old man looked at him with a half-smile, and then said calmly: "His age should be less than one-tenth of your age."

"No... less than one-tenth of me?!"

The moment he heard this number, Kuzhu Sword God almost bit off his tongue.

His current age is only over 500 years old.

Among the true gods, they can be regarded as the youngest group.

Except for the senior who became the God Lord in 300 years, even in the history of Xuanhuang Holy Mansion, there are not many true gods younger than him!

"It's less than one-tenth of me, which means...that means it's less than 50 years old and has already become a true god?!"

"And that's another weird thing."

The old man raised his lips, and at some point, a pair of lenses appeared on the bridge of his nose. His gaze passed through the void and fell on the backs of Feng Xia and Tai Shang.

"He's not a god."

"Uh..." Kuzhu Sword God's mind suddenly got stuck.

Isn’t Fengxia a god?

What is he?