Shushan signed in for 3000 years, leaving the land sword fairy

"I didn't find any clues related to the empress."

Zhao Fan frowned slightly, and the little white fox beside him also showed a look of disappointment.

"You don't have to be disappointed."

"Shushan has undergone major changes, and many important historical documents in the Sutra Pavilion are more or less missing."

"Maybe that empress is real, but we haven't found relevant records."

Zhao Fan thought for a while and said.

"You didn't lie to me?"

Hearing the words, the little white fox showed doubts, and asked with its small paws.

"of course."

"Don't worry, I will think of other ways to help you figure out who the empress is."

"However, before that, you will stay with me in the Demon Locking Tower honestly, and you are not allowed to run around on Mount Shu."

Zhao Fan pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly.

The little white fox nodded slightly, as a promise.

After returning to the Demon Suo Tower, Zhao Fan carved out a small stone house with his sword, which was regarded as the new home of the little white fox.

Looking at the simple stone house, the little white fox showed distaste in his eyes. It couldn't compare with the luxurious empty palace in the underground space, but seeing that the house Zhao Fan lived in was almost the same as his own, he could only reluctantly accept it.

After simply settling the little white fox, Zhao Fan began to comprehend and practice Wanjian Jue.

The more powerful the martial arts, the more difficult it is to comprehend.

But because he had previous experience in Shushan Yujianshu, this point was not too difficult for Zhao Fan.

Wanjianjue and Yujianshu also have nine levels, and each level is more difficult.

There is no time to practice, and more than a month has passed in a short time.

Zhao Fan has initially mastered the first layer of Wanjianjue, and his overall strength has been significantly improved.

On this day, the gate of the Demon Suo Tower was suddenly opened, and the current suzerain Zhao Cheng came here.

"Brother." Zhao Cheng greeted cordially.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Fan asked with a smile on his face.

In the past 20 years, Zhao Cheng has actively promoted the reform of Shushan, and his daily affairs are very complicated. The last time he came to Suoyao Tower to visit him was seven or eight years ago.

call out!

Before Zhao Cheng could continue to speak, a cold light suddenly attacked the former.

The little white fox didn't know when it appeared, and thought that the strange Zhao Cheng was an intruder, so he just slapped it out with his paw.

"Little fox, stop."

Zhao Fan raised his eyebrows, and golden sword energy came out of his hands. This is the unique sword energy produced after practicing Wanjian Jue, and it contains extremely strong power.

boom!

Before the little white fox rushed to Zhao Cheng, he was shocked by the golden sword energy and staggered back. Fortunately, Zhao Fan kept his hand in time, so that she was not hurt.

Zhao Fan's mastery of strength was almost to the extreme, the little white fox backed away several meters, and then he shook his head and came back to his senses, not understanding why the former stopped him.

"This is my brother, not an enemy."

Zhao Fan explained softly.

The little white fox glared at Zhao Fan angrily, then went back to the stone house angrily.

"Brother, when did you raise a little fox?"

Zhao Cheng was a little puzzled, aware of the extraordinaryness of this little white fox.

"I found it in the tower a few days ago. I thought it was a little pitiful, so I left it." Zhao Fan smiled and explained casually.

"The creature in the tower?" Zhao Cheng's face changed slightly, which meant that the little white fox just now was probably a demon?Isn't it dangerous?

"Don't worry, the little fox is not in any danger." Noticing his expression, Zhao Fan waved his hand and said.

Hearing this, Zhao Cheng relaxed a little.

"By the way, you, the suzerain of Shushan Mountain, have so many opportunities to deal with every day, why did you come to my place?" Zhao Fan asked with a smile.

"Of course I'm here to visit elder brother, and I have one more thing, I want to ask elder brother for help." Hesitating for a moment, Zhao Cheng said with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Before Zhao Fan could speak, Zhao Cheng continued on his own: "Brother, you know that I have been actively promoting reforms these years, and finally made Shushan significantly developed and improved, but now I am facing a very troublesome problem."

"Let's talk straight, brothers, what kind of trouble did you encounter?" Zhao Fan knew his younger brother Zhao Cheng's temper, unless he was really in trouble, he would not come to ask for help in person.

"In the wasteland to the east, a very powerful monster appeared. He claimed to be the White Tiger Demon Saint. He was very powerful. He had unified all the [-] demon beast groups in that wasteland. According to reliable news, the White Tiger Demon Saint planned to lead the The army attacked Shushan, and these days many monster cultivators have been sent to start chaos in our territory of Shushan."

"Our people in the territory of Shushan lost tens of thousands of people. Although I sent a few strong men from the sect to go there, the subordinates of the White Tiger Demon Sage were very powerful, and many disciples and elders were killed or injured."

Speaking of this, Zhao Cheng looked serious, and asked in a deep voice: "So I came here this time to ask my elder brother to personally kill that white tiger demon sage, and give us a peaceful day for the common people in the territory of Shushan."

"White Tiger Demon Saint?" Zhao Fan frowned slightly, and asked, "How strong is that demon?"

"It should have a state above the out-of-body state, and it is said that there is a trace of the blood of the ancient beast flowing in its body, and its combat power is very powerful."

"Before, even Elder Wu Hai, who was out of his body, went to the eastern wilderness in person, was severely injured by that monster and almost fell." Zhao Cheng said in a calm voice.

If it wasn't really impossible, he wouldn't come to seek help from his elder brother.

"I see, you want me to get rid of that White Tiger Demon Saint, right?" Zhao Fan asked calmly.

"Brother, please help me."

Zhao Cheng took a deep breath, bowed to Zhao Fan, and begged again.

"It doesn't have to be like this between you and my brothers."

"A mere monster dares to attack Shushan, so it should be killed." Zhao Fan thought for a while and continued: "You go back first, I will personally kill the White Tiger Demon Saint."

Chapter 30

In the main hall of Mount Shu, Zhao Cheng, who came back from the Demon Locking Tower, showed a long-lost smile as if relieved from a heavy burden.

If the eldest brother is willing to take action, then the problem of the Northeast Wasteland will be resolved soon.

In the main hall, the elders are still discussing and arguing, they are discussing how to solve the problem of the White Tiger Demon Saint and the Wasteland Demon Race.

Some elders are militants, who believe that facing the provocation of the White Tiger Demon Saint, they must give a strong counterattack, and advocate calling on the disciples of the disciples to organize the army and prepare for war.There are also some elders who think that this matter must be discussed in the long term. If possible, they can talk to the White Tiger Demon Saint.

For a while, the public said that the public was right and the wife said that the woman was reasonable, which made the entire Shushan Hall chaotic and noisy, as if it was as chaotic as a vegetable market.

The most important thing is that the White Tiger Demon Saint is too powerful. Even Elder Wu Hai, who was in the out-of-body stage, made a personal attack. Fei Fei failed to kill the former, and was severely injured and almost died.

If he is not absolutely sure of taking down the White Tiger Demon Saint, once he leads a group of [-] monsters to attack Shushan, it will cause incalculable consequences!

Before, Zhao Cheng was also very worried about this matter, and he didn't even fall asleep for several days and nights.

But when his eldest brother agreed to make a move, he became relaxed and walked into the hall with his head held high, with a smile on his face.

This scene made all the elders in Shushan look at each other in blank dismay, and instantly became quiet.

"Sect Master, why are you laughing?"

"Is there a way to solve the White Tiger Demon Saint and the eastern wilderness?"

"If you want to fight and make peace, you should make up your mind."

At this time, the elder Zhenwu Lin Mu asked in a deep voice.

He is the elder Zhenwu, and he is mainly responsible for the defense of Shu Mountain, so he is particularly concerned about the affairs of the eastern wasteland.

Regardless of whether it is a war or a peace with the White Tiger Demon Saint, he must make up his mind early, otherwise it will be a waste of time to continue to quarrel like this.

Following Elder Zhenwu's words, the other elders also nodded secretly.

For a moment, everyone looked at Suzerain Zhao Cheng, quietly waiting for his decision.

"Elders, you don't need to quarrel. There is no need for you to worry about the issue of the White Tiger Demon Sage and the Northeast Wasteland. I have invited a great cultivator to kill the White Tiger Demon Sage. As long as he dies, the Wilderness Demon Sage will be defeated. Nor can it pose a threat to our Shushan."

Zhao Fan smiled and said in a good mood.

"What...is this true?"

"Sect Master, did you invite that mysterious senior swordsman to take action?" Zhenwu Elder Lin Mu was startled for a moment, then became excited and asked hastily

When the rest of the elders heard the words, they also looked at Suzerain Zhao Cheng expectantly.

"That's right, it's that senior." Under everyone's attention, Zhao Cheng smiled and nodded.

"Wow..."

With Zhao Cheng's personal confirmation, all the elders in the hall were surprised and couldn't help but burst out in an uproar.

If that mysterious senior sword cultivator made a move, the mere White Tiger Demon Saint would not be a cause for concern. At the beginning, the six major sword sects sent six immortal cultivators at the out-of-body stage to kill Mount Shu, but in front of that senior sword cultivator, they stood up. But two swords!

In the impression of the elders in Shushan, the senior swordsman is a peerless powerhouse who lives in seclusion in Shushan. As long as he takes action, there is nothing that cannot be done.

"Elders, you can wait for the good news of the fall of the White Tiger Demon Saint with peace of mind."

"Without the chaos caused by the White Tiger Demon Saint, the monster clans in the eastern wilderness are nothing to worry about."

……

Inside the Demon Locking Tower, Zhao Fan gently wiped Chi Xiao's sword.

The sword edge, which was originally red and bright, became even more eye-catching after he wiped it.

Not far away, the little white fox came with graceful steps, staring at Zhao Fan with big jewel-like eyes, and immediately wrote on the ground with its small paws: "Are you going out?"

Although she hid in the stone house just now, she clearly heard the conversation between Zhao Fan and his younger brother Zhao Cheng.

She was a little curious and yearning, and wanted to go out with Zhao Fan. After all, she had never left this place since she woke up in the underground space.

"Well, go out and kill the demon."

Zhao Fan nodded, noticed the brightness in her eyes, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to go with me?"

The little white fox nodded immediately, looking a little happy.

"I can take you there."

"But you must be obedient."

Zhao Fan smiled and reminded.

When the little white fox heard this, although he was a little reluctant, he still let out a soft cry, which seemed to mean that he agreed by default.

……

The wasteland in the east is still far away from Mount Shu, and coupled with the hot weather along the way, as far as the eye can see, the land for thousands of miles is dry and cracked.

Zhao Fan walked with the sword, his whole body was filled with spiritual power, and he resisted the knife-like gust of wind.

The little white fox lay obediently on his shoulder, with a pair of big jewel-like eyes, looking around at the scenery along the way.

This was the first time she left the Demon Locking Tower since she woke up, and it was the first time she saw the outside world, her eyes were full of curiosity.

Noticing the little white fox's emotions, Zhao Fan also felt emotional. Isn't this the first time he left Shushan after traveling to this world?

Although the scenery along the way was not very good, each person and fox kept curious and appreciative eyes, so their moods were quite peaceful.

The speed of the immortal cultivator who has completed the out-of-body period is so fast, but it took a day for Zhao Fan to rush to the eastern wasteland.

Although the name says wasteland, after arriving here, I realized that this is a grassland full of heaven and earth aura.

Looking around, the distant sky and horizon are intertwined.

Zhao Fan's primordial spirit is powerful, and he quickly found a few little monsters with the help of his divine sense. From their mouths, he learned that the White Tiger Demon Sage is currently casting a demon platform on the Demon God Mountain, and nearly [-] demon clan troops are all gathered in the The foot of the Demon God Mountain.

Faced with the terrifying coercion on Zhao Fan, the little demons did not dare to hide anything, and helped him point out the direction to Yaoshen Mountain.

The Demon God Mountain is the sacred mountain of all the demon clans in the wasteland. According to the rumors, it was once the holy place where the demon god who commanded the demon clans all over the world once inhabited.

This is the most awe-inspiring place for the wilderness monsters, so there are no important things on weekdays, even the bloodthirsty and violent monsters dare not approach easily.

However, the White Tiger Demon Sage forged a demon platform in the Demon God Mountain, and gathered the wilderness demon clans at the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Fan walked with his sword at such a fast speed that he soon saw a majestic mountain standing between heaven and earth in front of him.

This mountain is unattainable, the peak is submerged in layers of clouds and mist, and it still exudes a trace of ancient prehistoric atmosphere.