The Proof of the Heavens Begins with The Legend of the Condor Heroes

Chapter 216 White Tiger Holy Envoy
Fang Hao didn't know whether there was such a thing as fate being inescapable in the world of Zhu Xian.

Even if there is, he must rely on his own strength to cut off this fate.

Therefore, he didn't want to have anything to do with Bi Yao anymore.

Although Bi Yao is still the girl who looks free and easy but actually lacks love, Fang Hao does not want to be Zhang Xiaofan in the original novel, who spent the first half of his life in pain and regret.

What he pursues is a life of freedom, true freedom, transcendence, and ease!
At the back of Kongsang Mountain, Biyao looked at Fang Hao's receding back, seeming to be lost in thought.

Although she didn't know why Fang Hao was able to learn the fundamental teachings of both Buddhism and Taoism at the same time.

But she knew that there were sectarianism among the various righteous sects, and that sooner or later Zhang Xiaofan would no longer be tolerated by the righteous sects.

This was also the reason why she suddenly decided to pass the second volume of the Heavenly Book to the other party.

Perhaps, she could create a good relationship for the future of the Ghost King Sect.

While Bi Yao was thinking, the originally clear bird calls in the woods behind her suddenly became silent, as if they sensed some terrible smell and dared not make a sound.

Then, an unusually tall figure slowly moved out from behind her and enveloped her.

It was clearly daytime, but somehow the sky seemed to be getting gloomy.

Bi Yao turned around, threw herself into the man's arms, and cried with joy, "Dad!"

"Okay, it's okay, it's all over."

The leader of the Ghost King Sect, Wanrenwang, comforted his daughter softly, "Yao'er, how did you escape?"

Bi Yao thought about it and then told Fang Hao everything about how he helped her escape from the Abyss of the Dead.

"It is really strange that the disciples of Qingyun Sect are interested in my Holy Sect's Heavenly Book." said the Ghost King.

"Dad, don't you blame me for secretly passing the Heavenly Book to this child?" Bi Yao asked.

"You did the right thing. After all, this person saved your life. If you cannot repay this favor, it will definitely hinder your cultivation in the future."

Wanrenwang paused and said, "However, since this person dares to practice Buddhism and Taoism together, and now has obtained the heavenly book of our Saint Sect, he must be holding a great secret."

"Dad, what should we do then?" Bi Yao asked.

"The Heavenly Book of my Ghost King Sect is not so easy to get. Your uncle Baihu is right in front of us. He can't escape." Wanrenwang said confidently.

After hearing what Bi Yao said, the Ghost King became more interested in Fang Hao.

From ancient times to the present, there have always been some genius practitioners with extreme personalities who want to integrate the true methods of the three schools of magic, Taoism and Buddhism into one and pursue the path to immortality.

However, most of their endings are not good. The mildest ones have their meridians broken and their cultivation lost. The worst ones become possessed and die.

Why does Zhang Xiaofan dare to do such a thing?
If Fang Hao were here, he would definitely praise the Ghost King and say that he is worthy of being the Ghost King. Based on just a few clues, he would conclude that Fang Hao must be harboring a huge secret.

In fact, he was very close to the truth.

Unfortunately, he had never practiced the true methods of Buddhism and Taoism, so he would never have imagined that the three true methods of Buddhism, Taoism and Demonism, which have very different styles, actually have the same origin.

What's even more unexpected is that the key to integrating the true methods of the three schools of magic, Taoism and Buddhism is the devil's - the Heavenly Book!
Even so, the Ghost King almost instinctively arranged his own backup plan. As long as Baihu could capture the young man named Zhang Xiaofan, he would know the secret behind Zhang Xiaofan.

Baihu, one of the four holy envoys of the Ghost King Sect, is also a master who has been famous for a hundred years.

His cultivation was even higher than that of Suzaku Saint Envoy You Ji. When Baihu took action, a mere junior from Qingyun Sect was easily captured.

...One hundred miles away from the foot of Kongsang Mountain, Fang Hao was flying his sword, hovering in the air.

The reason why he stopped was because a tall and strong middle-aged man with a strong aura blocked his way.

This middle-aged man exudes the aura of a ferocious beast, making it difficult to ignore his presence.

"Young man, are you a disciple of Qingyun Sect?" asked the middle-aged man.

"I am Zhang Xiaofan from the Qingyun Sect. May I know who you are?" Fang Hao looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a wary look.

"Since he is a disciple of Qingyun Sect, then he cannot be wrong." The middle-aged man's expression froze.

Then he waved his hand, and a giant magical claw filled with a sharp aura condensed into shape, and grabbed towards where Fang Hao was.

There was a gleam of light in Fang Hao's eyes, and the Mo Xue Fairy Sword left a residual image, whistling out with a flash of green light, and collided with the bright magic claws in mid-air.

"Shh!"

The light of Mo Xue's sword, which was filled with murderous intent and evil spirit, pierced through the sharp claws condensed by the middle-aged man's magic power, and slashed down towards the place where the other party was standing.

"Good boy, I underestimated you!" The middle-aged man took out a ring-shaped magic weapon from his body calmly and flew towards the Mo Xue Fairy Sword.

"boom!"

The two magic weapons collided in mid-air, causing a wave of air. Within a ten-zhang radius, grass and trees flew everywhere, and sand and rocks flew everywhere!

Fang Hao flew back quickly to steady his body. Mo Xue moved as he wished and protected him in front of him, with murderous intent directed at the middle-aged man opposite.

Then, Fang Hao asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"You young man from Qingyun Sect, you managed to take an attack from my White Tiger Ring without dying. You're quite capable," said the middle-aged man.

"White Tiger Ring? So you are the White Tiger, one of the Four Holy Envoys of the Ghost King Sect!" Fang Hao said with certainty.

Baihu smiled and said, "It's you, Master Tiger, boy! Just surrender, or I'll get serious."

"Really?" Fang Hao took the first volume of the Heavenly Book as the general outline. Not long ago, he had initially achieved the integration of Buddhism and Taoism in the Dripping Blood Cave. Although he had not yet broken through to the Shangqing realm, he was not far away.

To be honest, he also wanted to know how strong he was now!
"Then... let's fight!" Fang Hao let out a long roar and the magic spells in his hands changed.

The Moxue Immortal Sword, like the splitting of light and shadows, transformed into dozens of dark green sword marks like silk threads.

"go with!"

At Fang Hao's command, dozens of dark green sword marks, sometimes straight as sharp swords, sometimes curved like spirit snakes, surrounded the Moxue Immortal Sword and came towards the White Tiger Saint Envoy.

Such strange and unpredictable moves do not have the grandeur of Taoist methods, but are more like the secret techniques of the devil, pursuing the ultimate killing power.

It is quite compatible with the Mo Xue Fairy Sword which is full of murderous aura.

Upon seeing this, Baihu put away his contempt, pinched the magic formula in his hand, and two sharp white lights emerged, swirling around his body like swimming fish.

"Bang bang bang!"

The ink marks and the white light collided with a loud bang, making a sharp explosion. The surrounding rocks on the ground were constantly shattered and pierced by the aftermath of the battle between the two, revealing dense holes that were chilling to the sight.

Two figures, one in white and one in green, started fighting fiercely in the mountains and forests. Wherever they passed, the energy was flying and the killing intent was boiling!
(End of this chapter)