Chapter 367: Witch Clan

"Five!!"

Fang Zhixing appeared calm and calm on the surface, but in fact he was ecstatic and excited.

Qingyun Sword Immortal looked at the five chi walls and recalled: "The reason why I collected the chi walls is to prevent the old demon Qian Xin from doing evil.

Now that the old demon Qianxin is finally dead, these few pieces of chi wall are of no use to me, so I will give them to fellow Taoist Fang. "

Fang Zhixing took it solemnly and said seriously: "Thank you, Mr. Ning, for your love."

Qingyun Sword Immortal was silent for a moment and reminded: "With your current strength, there are no more than five people who can defeat you, and the only person who can kill you is probably Ji Yuanwu."

Defeat means stronger strength!

Killing means crushing with strength!

Fang Zhixing frowned and said, "How strong is Ji Yuanwu, and what is his level?"

Qingyun Sword Immortal took a sip of wine and said vaguely: "Unfathomable! Ji Yuanwu once refined the luck of the Great Zhou Dynasty and integrated it with him, thus creating a peerless dragon vein that was invincible in the world.

Now that he is leaving Dazhou, he has to cut off Dazhou's luck with his own hands, mutilate his own dragon veins, and get into some trouble.

But even if this is the case, he can still use the magic power of "Kowloon True Emperor" to exert his absolute strength to kill you. "

Fang Zhixing was noncommittal, silent for a moment, and asked: "I wonder who the other four masters are?"

Qingyun Sword Immortal looked solemn and said slowly: "The first one is the witch clan boss who rules the Shiwan Mountains in southern Xinjiang. This man is very mysterious. He is proficient in all kinds of strange and unparalleled witchcraft. He is almost omnipotent. I have provoked him. All of them died violently.”

Fang Zhixing's mouth twitched slightly and he was speechless.

Qingyun Sword Immortal took a slow sip of wine and continued: "The second person is Ji Yuanwu's daughter Ji Hongzhen. She does not practice "Nine Dragons True Emperor", but practices "Years of Sparks", which is also a time-based technique. Profound, not inferior to you.”

Fang Zhixing suddenly felt a slight chill in his heart.

"The third person is the Holy Lord Hengdao. He has been silent for many years, and his sword power has been reduced. His combat power is very likely to be superior to mine!"

"The fourth person is Luming King Ji Yuantian. He is Ji Yuanwu's biological brother and the most terrifying existence among the four princes. Even if the Sea Current King is in the ocean, he may not be able to defeat him."

After listening to it, Fang Zhixing knew what he was talking about.

He put down the big bowl and asked for advice: "I still need at least four feet of wall. I wonder who has one?"

Qingyun Sword Immortal shook his head and said: "Chizhibi is too rare, and I don't have any clues."

Fang Zhixing was not too disappointed. He nodded, drank a jar of wine with the old pavilion master, and then stood up to leave.

Before leaving, Qingyun Sword Immortal suddenly said: "The big boss of the Wu clan did not join the no-fight agreement. As far as I know, it was deliberately arranged by Ji Yuanwu."

Fang Zhixing's mind moved and he solemnly said: "Thank you, Mr. Ning, for reminding me."

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Soon, it was late at night.

The royal fleet moved at a steady pace.

It was very lively at the bow of the ship, with roars coming and going all night long.

The bitter icebreaker team has changed again.

They fought all night to ensure that the Royal Fleet could keep moving forward.

Naturally, Fang Zhixing and Xigou didn't have to do this hard work. They lay on the bed and slept soundly.

Suddenly!

Fang Zhixing woke up and the moment he opened his eyes, his eyes fell on the door.

Just a moment ago, someone quietly came to the door, stayed for a moment, and then left quickly.

The opponent's movements were slight, his breathing skills were good, and his strength was very likely to reach the level of a hundred cattle.

A piece of yellow paper was thrust into the crack of the door.

Fang Zhixing took a closer look, raised his eyebrows and said, "Fu Zhuan?"

Xigou also woke up in a daze and said in surprise: "Who gave it to you? Didn't they want to harm you?"

Fang Zhixing carefully inspected the talisman and said thoughtfully: "This is the transmission talisman. It seems that someone wants to contact me secretly."

He waved hesitantly, then suddenly squeezed the talisman and broke it.

Bang!

The talisman exploded open, spewing out a large amount of white mist that condensed but never dispersed.

In the rolling fog, a projection appeared, which was a beautiful woman with a graceful figure.

"Oh, it turns out to be the imperial concubine."

Fang Zhixing narrowed his eyes slightly.

The projection that catches the eye is Duanmu Yingxue.

She bowed with her hands folded, her posture was very low, and she said softly: "I have no choice but to disturb you late at night. I hope my Taoist friends will forgive me."

Fang Zhixing was extremely surprised and clicked his tongue: "You are a noble concubine, why would you contact me, a traitor, in this way?"

Duanmu Yingxue pursed her lips and said with a complex expression: "I'll tell you the truth, I'm in trouble, so I came here to seek help from fellow Taoist Fang."

"..."

Fang Zhixing was suddenly speechless.

The dog's eyes widened, and he immediately sent a message: "It's strange, is this girl mentally ill? It's not good to ask anyone, but she actually came here to ask for help!"

Fang Zhixing remained silent for a while and said seriously: "Please speak clearly."

Duanmu Yingxue continued: "My father Duanmu Yuansu was seriously injured before, and his injury has not improved. The queen took this opportunity to deprive my father of his military power and handed it over to the third prince Ji Hongchong. Today, the queen actually forced my father to come forward again Go break the ice and do hard work..."

Speaking of this, the noble concubine's delicate body trembled slightly, she was already furious.

Only then did he notice something.

This time when he went to sea, Ji Yuanwu abandoned all his concubines and took only two women with him, the queen and the noble concubine.

Although the queen is Ji Yuanwu's main palace, the most favored one is actually the imperial concubine Duanmu Yingxue.

It is conceivable that there is a palace fight between these two women, and the resentment is deep and they are incompatible.

Behind the imperial concubine, there is the support of the Duanmu clan. Her father Duanmu Yuansu is the most powerful general of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Normally, the queen can't do anything to her.

But after going to sea, everything changed.

First, Duanmu Tianxu died, and then Duanmu Yuansu collapsed.

It was like the sky fell!

At present, Ji Yuanwu is in seclusion, and all matters are decided by the queen.

Duanmu Yingxue's situation suddenly became precarious, like walking on thin ice.

Fang Zhixing's eyes flickered, and he pondered: "What problem can the imperial concubine solve by looking for me?"

Duanmu Yingxue gritted her teeth, bent her knees, knelt down, and said in a trembling voice: "I ask you to protect my father until the emperor comes out."

Fang Zhixing laughed and said: "If I get involved, I'm afraid the queen will be very unhappy."

Duanmu Yingxue said: "You and the emperor have a non-fighting agreement, the queen can't do anything to you."

Fang Zhixing shook his head and said: "You underestimate the queen. Why does she need to take action personally to deal with me?"

Duanmu Yingxue took a deep breath and raised her head. She said, "I have a wall of a foot, which I can give to you, Daoist friend Fang."

Fang Zhixing was greatly inspired, but asked calmly, "Oh, how many do you have?"

Duanmu Yingxue's face was tense, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Three."

Fang Zhixing immediately said, "Give me four, and I will guarantee that your father will be fine."

Duanmu Yingxue hesitated for a moment, got up and said, "Okay, it's a deal."

Fang Zhixing was overjoyed and said seriously, "I am a man of my words, I will go and pick up your father now."

"Thank you, Daoist friend." Duanmu Yingxue bowed again solemnly, then waved her sleeves to dispel the smoke.

Seeing this, Xigou said, "What kind of dog shit luck is this? It's easy to get it!"

Fang Zhixing was in a good mood and smiled, "Do you think I am you? This is called a burst of character!"

Then he walked out of the cabin, flew off the ship, and came to the vanguard fleet.

In the night, a group of warriors were struggling to break the ice, each of them was exhausted and sweating.

Fang Zhixing glanced and immediately noticed an old man with loose hair.

Compared with two months ago, Duanmu Yuansu had lost a lot of weight at this time, and he looked much older and less majestic.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The old man kept coughing, which was painful to hear.

He wanted to stop and rest, but suddenly, a long whip came and hit his back.

Snap!

A blood mark appeared.

Duanmu Yuansu gritted his teeth, his expression was extremely painful, but he didn't shout out.

The people around him couldn't bear to watch.

"Humph, Duanmu old man, is this how you work?"

Not far away, there were three purple eunuchs with ferocious faces, supervising Duanmu Yuansu's work.

As long as he slacked off, he would be whipped immediately.

Judging from this posture, they were going to kill Duanmu Yuansu.

Fang Zhixing floated down and came to Duanmu Yuansu.

"You..."

Duanmu Yuansu was stunned, not knowing what was going on.

Fang Zhixing smiled and said, "General, I want to invite you for a cup of tea."

Duanmu Yuansu was in doubt and vaguely understood something.

"What are you doing, you traitor?" A purple-clothed eunuch screamed.

Fang Zhixing glared and scolded, "Get out if you don't want to die."

The three purple-clothed eunuchs were immediately horrified, and dared not fart, so they turned around and ran away.

Fang Zhixing supported Duanmu Yuansu with one hand and brought him to the room.

"Hey, it turned out that the imperial concubine asked you to save me."

Duanmu Yuansu sighed in a deep voice, without any joy on his face, but beat his chest in annoyance, complaining, "What a fool, this is making me unfaithful and unjust!"

Fang Zhixing and Xigou looked at each other and were completely speechless.

A moment later...

A purple-robed eunuch knocked on the door and shouted, "The Queen wants to see you."

Fang Zhixing raised his lips slightly and stood up to go out.

Not long after, he came to the deck.

Looking around.

Queen Xiahou Mi, wearing a phoenix crown and a red robe, stood at the bow, admiring the night.

In the shadow not far away, stood a burly figure, whose face could not be seen clearly, but only a long sword on his waist, standing proudly, as unshakable as a towering mountain.

Fang Zhixing walked slowly towards Xiahou Mi, bowed and said: "Fang pays respect to the Queen."

Xiahou Mi did not even turn her head and said indifferently: "Fang Daoyou, why did you kidnap General Duanmu? Do you want to break the agreement of not fighting?"

Fang Zhixing said: "The Queen has misunderstood. General Duanmu and I hit it off at first sight and we appreciate each other. That's why I invited him to have a few drinks."

"Nonsense!"

Xiahou Mi was furious, his face was covered with frost, and he said in a deep voice: "You are a traitor. How could General Duanmu hit it off with you at first sight? I advise you to release General Duanmu immediately General, otherwise you will bear the consequences. "

Fang Zhixing was calm and said calmly: "If you want to accuse someone, you can always find a pretext! Queen, I didn't do it. If you did, you would be the one who broke the agreement not to fight."

Xiahou Mi held her breath and gritted her teeth and said: "What do you want to release General Duanmu? What are your conditions? You may as well tell me."

Fang Zhixing spread his hands and said: "It's just a misunderstanding. I didn't imprison anyone. I hope Queen will understand."

Xiahou Mi said angrily: "Okay, you have already got a way to die!"

She swung her sleeves fiercely and left angrily.

The swordsman in the shadow also retreated quietly.

Fang Zhixing curled his lips and paced back.

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Xia Houmi returned to the first floor of the cabin and went straight to a room.

The door was not closed and she walked straight in.

In the room, a rickety old man sat cross-legged, with deep wrinkles on his face, like the bark of an old tree.

"Father!"

Xia Houmi fell to his knees, his face full of grievance, and he was about to cry.

The rickety old man opened his eyes, and with a hoarse voice, he said, "What's the matter?"

Xia Houmi cried and cried: "That Fang Zhixing is getting more and more arrogant and dares to ruin his daughter's good deeds. It is simply unreasonable!"

The rickety old man's expression remained unchanged as he responded: "Ji Yuanwu has already said it before. He will solve it himself before he can do it. Let that bastard be arrogant for a few days. Why are you anxious?"

Xia Houmi said unhappily: "Isn't it easy for the foster father to just take a little action and kill him?"

The rickety old man was silent for a moment and sighed: "That's all, I'll help you one more time."

Xia Houmi couldn't help being happy.

Not long after, another person came to this room.

This man has white hair and a childish face, and is wearing a yellow Taoist robe. He is the founder of the Immortal Fu Sect, Master Feilong.

"Pindao has met the queen and the ancestor of the Wu clan." Master Feilong gave a symbolic salute.

"No gift."

Xiahou Mixu raised his hand and said, "There is something I want you to do."

Master Feilong took a deep breath, with an unnatural expression on his face, and said, "You're not asking me to deal with that Fang Zhixing, are you?"

Xia Houmi snorted coldly: "I just want you to deal with that guy!"

Feilong's real face couldn't help but look sad.

"I will help you."

Suddenly, the rickety old man spoke, "I will summon an evil creature to help you."

Master Feilong took a deep breath and said: "Fang Zhixing is an immortal and can be reborn with blood. Killing him here is meaningless."

The rickety old man responded: "If we kill him here, he will be resurrected in the Great Zhou Dynasty and will not be able to go to that new continent. In the future, we will have one less thorn in our side."

Master Feilong thought for a while, his face darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "Okay, I will take action."

The rickety old man stood up and walked toward the door. As he walked, he said, "I will complete the summoning ceremony three hundred miles ahead and create a crisis. After that, you will let Fang Zhixing roll the dice."

Xia Houmi asked: "Will the fateful dice choose Fang Zhixing?"

The rickety old man continued: "The fateful dice will select people to solve the crisis based on the intensity of the crisis. The people on our side are the ones who created the crisis, so they will not be selected. Then the only person left who has the ability to solve the crisis is Fang Zhixing. He will be chosen."

Xia Houmi was overjoyed, and a vicious light emerged from the depths of his pupils.

Master Feilong nodded repeatedly and said: "Okay, then I will go and make preparations. This time, I must deal with Fang Zhixing in one go."