She is Jianxiu

Duan Renxiu glanced at her coldly, then he walked into the darkness, his figure disappearing into the endless darkness. Wang Que's eyes were filled with sarcasm, so he simply sat down there and waited for everything to happen.

Liang Yanfang broke out of the entrance of the secret palace alone and stepped into the fog. When he arrived at this place, even his consciousness became dim and unclear. He concentrated his mind and looked around, but he could only detect an area of ​​about five meters away from him. If someone had set an ambush in advance, how could the person in the fog escape?

  It can be seen that my daughter Liang Shao was murdered here!

He was deeply saddened, and had no idea who the mist was related to. He just thought that he was careless for a moment and did not expect Ji Sui to have a backup plan, which cost him his daughter's life!

Liang Yanfang stood still, his robe fluttering in the wind. He opened his eyes and suddenly shouted, "Ji Sui, you have set up a trap here, why are you afraid to show up now!"

His voice was like a loud bell, echoing across the Milcheng Plain, stirring the mist on all sides and pushing it away outwards like layers of water waves.

Soon, a handsome man in beautiful clothes appeared and said with a mocking look on his face: "Why are you making a fuss here, Brother Liang? We have known each other for many years, but I didn't know you were such an impatient person."

Liang Yanfang glared at him without blinking, "Why am I here today? I'm afraid no one knows better than you!"

Ji Sui did not reply, but narrowed his eyes sinisterly, and after a long while he finally said, "Is that so? Then I'll send you to find your daughter as soon as possible."

  After saying this, he disappeared into the thick mist again. Liang Yanfang knew that it was strange, so he did not rush forward rashly. Instead, he stood still and pinched the magic formula, and threw a grass seed out from his sleeve. After a moment, he saw the grass seed take root and grow into a towering tree in a few breaths. Its trunk was thick and its crown and leaves were lush. Layers of green light appeared in the mist, which was particularly magical!

This tree is called the Futian Wood. It was born from nature and was not made by human hands. Therefore, it cannot be called a magic weapon, but a treasure. The founder of Fuwei Palace established the sect with the help of three giant Futian trees. He was called the Jade Branch Venerable. Unfortunately, he has been sitting in meditation for many years.

After its death, the three giant trees in the mountain gate gradually withered and died. Liang Yanfang had tried his best to stop it, but in the end only two grass seeds remained, as if all their vitality had been taken away by the ancestor. The seeds of the Futian wood took root, and he carefully kept one in the sect, hoping that the tree would continue to exist for generations, and he kept the other one on his body, because he saw the mystery of the Futian giant tree, which had the power to turn the tide when fighting with people.

The huge tree was vigorous and powerful, with a green glow spreading under its crown. Liang Yanfang took refuge inside it and felt that all the energy in his body had been replenished at a rapid speed, which made him look refreshed and his eyes bright!

  Just now when he was in the underground secret palace, he found that it was not a good place for the towering giant tree to grow. Without this thing in his hand, he would lose some chances of winning when facing Ji Yang. Now that he is on the flat and open Milcheng Plain, as long as he is in it, he will not be afraid of Ji Sui breaking in!

Liang Yanfang's eyes focused, and he raised his magic sword in his hand, summoning several agile and powerful spiritual lights to kill in all directions. He knew that Ji Sui was well prepared. The mist here was the work of the other party. His daughter Liang Shao also had a protective magic weapon in her hand, but she was still defeated and died in a short time. It can be seen that Ji Sui must have a very sharp means to defeat the enemy!

In the thick fog, Ji Sui and Ji Yancai stood in front and behind each other. Although Liang Yanfang could not see their figures clearly, Ji Sui could see them clearly from his position. "Is this the Heaven Supporting Wood of Yuzhi Venerable? It is indeed powerful."

Master Fuwei once became famous for this technique. After his death, the Futian Tree withered and died. All the sects in Beiyun had heard about it. Ji Sui also guessed that Liang Yanfang probably had a way to save his life, but unexpectedly it was related to the Futian Tree.

Ji Yancai was waiting beside him. Hearing this, he said, "I heard that this Futian wood is extremely hard, even harder than iron, stone, and gold. Externalized cultivators are almost unable to destroy it. There is no other way to break it except to wait for it to wither and die."

Ji Sui stood with his hands behind his back, and his face did not look serious when he saw this. Instead, he was in a leisurely mood and said to Ji Yancai: "The wonders of the Futian Wood are more than just this. I have heard from the ancestor that when this Yuzhi Venerable was alive, he was the undisputed number one in our Beiyun Continent. There is a vital energy under his Futian Wood, and others cannot break into it. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is invincible."

Ji Yancai was not as knowledgeable as him. He was secretly shocked when he heard this. He could not help but be fascinated by this treasure. Thinking that this treasure was now in Liang Yanfang's hands, he could not help but worry: "In this case, won't it be very difficult to deal with Liang Yanfang?"

Ji Sui glanced at him and sneered, "Today's task must be accomplished no matter how difficult it is. Does Liang Yanfang think that he can be worry-free with the Futian Wood in his hand? Humph! I will make sure that he keeps his life!"

After saying this, he fled upwards, his entire body turning into smoke and rising straight up, but he did not forget to tell Ji Yancai: "I am afraid that I will not be able to take care of other things while I am fighting with Liang Yanfang, so I would like to trouble you to keep an eye on them. If anyone else enters the mist, do not hold back, just kill them all."

Ji Yancai nodded, and when he thought of what Ji Sui had promised him, his heart suddenly became much more determined.

Ji Sui flew straight into the sky, and all he could see in sight was a green treetop. He chuckled secretly, then made a hand gesture and released a stream of red mist from his sleeves, heading straight for the Futian tree. The mist was light and drifting, and before he knew it, it merged with the mist. Liang Yanfang was standing under the tree, staring around with full vigilance, but he didn't expect that the really troublesome thing was slowly approaching him.

Not long after, Ji Sui had an idea and realized that he had succeeded, so he jumped closer to the other party. At this moment, he bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood, which he spread with his fingertips and smeared on the back of a stone statue. The stone statue trembled violently for a few times, and then turned into a yellow-haired rat. After squeaking a few times, it jumped down from Ji Sui's hand, found a place to dig a hole and drill into the ground.

  Ji Sui made full preparations, then nodded with satisfaction. He waved his sleeves and a thousand layers of spiritual light flashed out, and in the blink of an eye he charged forward!

Liang Yanfang held his sword and waited. Suddenly, his eyelids twitched, and he saw spiritual light pouring down, dense and dense like a heavy rain, which was really unavoidable. However, half a breath later, these spiritual lights were all knocked down by the green light cast by the Futian wood, and not a single one fell on Liang Yanfang, which made the latter breathe a sigh of relief and said happily: "It is worthy of being left by the ancestor. It is really powerful!" (End of this chapter)