Chapter 496 Our Own People

Fang Xiu continued to move forward. Just after walking two miles, a sound of swords chirping like a dragon's roar suddenly came from the void around him.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The next second, countless brilliant sword qi shot out from the void in all directions and swarmed towards Fang Xiu.

In a thousandth of a second, Fang Xiu activated the Void Transformation, and thousands of sword qi passed through his body without any injury.

He had been ambushed by the Earth Fire before, so he responded as soon as the sword qi appeared.

Each of these sword qi was extremely strong, not weaker than the full-strength attack of the Xuanyuan Sword by the Taoist Wuwei.

You have to know that this was arranged in the ancient times. Time has passed so fast that it can still maintain such a powerful force. It can be imagined that the person who set the trap at the time may have already reached the level of a strange god.

What is certain is that in the battle at Kunlun Mountain, there must be a strange god-level existence who personally participated, and there was more than one.

Fang Xiu continued to go deeper. The further east he went, the denser the traps composed of laws became, which also showed that he was in the right direction.

In order to save spiritual energy, he directly turned on the virtualization and spread his black fire wings to fly all the way.

After traveling a hundred miles, a mountain suddenly appeared in front of him.

The mountain was towering into the clouds, steep, dark red, as if stained with blood, and surrounded by a layer of strange black light and shadow.

On the top of the mountain, a blood cloud covered the sky and the sun, and countless corpses were quietly suspended in it, looming.

From a distance, a breath of death spread.

Fang Xiu was very sure that there was no such mountain in his vision before. This mountain appeared completely suddenly.

It was like in the game, only when you get close will the picture be loaded.

The mountain was covered with dense laws, twice as many as the Kunlun Mountains outside, and similarly, there were more corpses.

He guessed that this was most likely the core position of the battlefield.

Fang Xiu walked slowly towards the mountain. With the help of the Void, even if there were ten times more laws in front of him, it would not stop him.

After entering, the Void was immediately lifted. Although it took a short time to walk all the way, the Void was too spiritual and half of it was already gone.

When he lifted the Void, he really felt the horror of this mountain. There was endless evil spirit, resentment, and death all around. Those who were not determined would be shocked into a madman who only knew how to kill by these violent auras.

Fang Xiu was not afraid of the impact of these evil spirits and began to explore the mountain. But after he took two steps, he heard a faint voice coming from the void.

"Come... Come... Come..."

Fang Xiu's eyes moved slightly. There are still living people here?

People who survived in ancient times?

He walked directly in the direction of the sound without hesitation. Not long after, a dilapidated and collapsed palace appeared in front of him, and the sound gradually became clearer.

When he entered the palace, he suddenly found that it was full of corpses. All kinds of skeletons were mixed together, and there was no complete shape at all.

The most bizarre thing was that these corpses were trying their best to crawl to the center of the palace, with their arms raised high, as if they were fighting for something.

In the center of the palace, there was a huge bronze ancient mirror, more than one person tall, rusty, and dim.

Obviously, the purpose of those corpses was this mirror.

"Come... come..."

A clear call came from the mirror.

Fang Xiu frowned slightly. The voice was not from a person, but from a mirror?

Just as he was thinking this, an old and dry arm suddenly stretched out from behind the mirror, covered with age spots.

Then, an old man in a white robe in ancient costume crawled out from behind the mirror. He looked like he was dying at any time.

Putting aside his condition, he looked a bit like an immortal.

The old man in white robe looked at Fang Xiu, a hint of surprise appeared in his turbid old eyes, and his body was shaking with excitement.

"My way is not alone! My way is not alone! I never thought that after tens of thousands of years, there would be people coming to Kunlun Mountain. Boy, let me ask you, have we won?"

His eyes were full of hope, and his turbid eyes were slightly shining.

Fang Xiu looked calm, and was not moved at all by meeting a person from ancient times.

"Are you from ancient times?"

The old man in white robe nodded: "I am Xuandu, the head of the thirty-six gods of heaven!

You haven't answered my question yet, have those evil demons been eliminated?"

Evil demon?

Fang Xiu's eyes moved slightly, it seems that this is the name for weirdness in ancient times.

He shook his head and said lightly: "No."

The old man was stunned, and said in a hurried tone: "What is the situation in the outside world now?"

"Weirdness is rampant, and immortals and gods are not here."

The old man's eyes dimmed instantly, as if he had lost the meaning of life.

He was silent for a moment, then said faintly: "Does the evil demons in today's era call them weird?

Forget it, it doesn't matter. I didn't expect that I would lose in the end."

Speaking of this, a murderous intent suddenly flashed across his face: "If the West had not turned against us and joined the evil demons, how could my great Heavenly Court lose!"

"Alas." He sighed again, as if he had used up all his strength, and waved to Fang Xiu: "Forget it, I am dying soon, and it is useless to say anything now.

I can die, but the inheritance of Heavenly Court cannot be broken. Although I don't know who you are, as long as you are a human, it's fine. Boy, are you willing to worship me as your master?"

"No."

Old man: "......."

He was stunned, as if he had never expected this answer.

"Boy, do you really think I want to take you as my apprentice? If I hadn't been reluctant to see the inheritance of the Heavenly Court cut off, and if I hadn't died soon, you would never have such a good thing in your eight lifetimes! Come here quickly."

Fang Xiu didn't move a muscle, and looked at the old man quietly.

A flash of impatience flashed across the old man's face: "Hurry up, kid, I can't hold on for too long, forget it, you don't need to become my disciple, you just need to accept the inheritance, this is the inheritance of the ancient heaven!"

"Are you sincere in giving me the inheritance?"

The old man was furious: "If there is anyone else here, I will not choose you! The inheritance must be accepted by someone, the human race needs to be revived, and the heaven needs to be rebuilt!"

Fang Xiu nodded calmly: "Since you are sincere, then good, you come over."

"You want to let an old man who is about to die go over?"

"You want to give me the inheritance, but you don't want to come over, which shows that you are not sincere. If you are sincere, you will crawl over here."

"Asshole!" The old man cursed: "You don't want to accept this inheritance today, come here!"

He suddenly made a move, and a green hand condensed out of thin air, grabbing Fang Xiu fiercely.

Fang Xiu's expression did not change, and the angel's command appeared in his left eye. A silver light shot out and directly pierced through the green hand.

The green hand turned into a rain of light and dissipated into the air.

This green hand looked intimidating, and contained the law, but the power fluctuation was extremely weak. Even with the blessing of the law, the power exerted was only the fifth level.

Seeing the holy light in Fang Xiu's eyes, the old man was stunned at first, and then he was ecstatic: "The power of the holy light! You are also from the West? One of us!"