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Baodan Xianzong, in the small town outside the mountain gate.

A monk with a wine gourd on his waist and a long sword on his back was strolling around, with a look of drunkenness and a smile on his face.

In a small winery, monks who came and went to ask for elixirs gathered together to chat.

"...the monsters were everywhere, and then the Lord of the Demon-Slaying Fairy City detonated the formation, and perished together with the monsters!"

"The backbone of the human race!"

"Great is the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and great are the cultivators of the human race!"

"Fellow Daoist, why is what I heard different from what you heard? Didn't you say that the Lord of the Demon-Slaying Immortal City of the Lingxiao Sword Sect learned from that demon cultivator and blew up his spirit veins?"

"Oh, you are talking nonsense. How can the cultivators of Lingxiao Sword Sect be role models for the demon cultivators? Let me hear you."

"Let me tell you, this news was given to me by my second uncle."

The cultivator who was accused of talking nonsense blushed a little, "Why, your second uncle came out alive? Your second uncle was at the scene? I heard it from hearsay, but you didn't? Your second uncle wasn't there? Now that place has been occupied by monsters, who can find out what happened?!"

“Hey, my second uncle was not there at the time, but he was the last formation master to withdraw from the Demon Slaying Fairy City!”

Hiss~

There was a sound of gasps. This was indeed worthy of respect, being able to hold on until the end before withdrawing under such a dangerous situation, he deserved to be called a human warrior.

"Disrespect, disrespect."

Seeing that the man took a step back, the cultivator did not pursue him relentlessly. They were just chatting here to kill time after seeking elixirs. There was no need to develop resentment over a few quarrels.

"It's okay, everyone is just chatting, but my second uncle's words should be credible."

"That's right, I wonder what your uncle said specifically?"

A circle of monks gathered around.

The Demon-Slaying Immortal City stood alone against the horde of demons. A shocking battle ensued, in which the city was destroyed and people died. Finally, the monks who stayed behind severely damaged the vanguard of the demon beasts, and all of them died in the battle.

It is a moving poem and a well-deserved representative of the great cause of mankind.

Even the circle of defense at the back was more resolute when resisting, and there were many imitators.

This kind of big news is not something you can easily hear, especially when it is told by someone close to you who has experienced it, it is much more credible.

When you go somewhere else in the future, this will become a topic of conversation and you will receive a lot of attention.

"My second uncle told me that this Demon Slayer Fairy City, according to the arrangement of Wind City Lord, has set up a chain explosion formation, and the power is not as simple as the superposition of two explosions."

"According to his words, even the formation masters who set up the formation were terrified when they set it up! Fellow Taoists, the result is obvious. The monsters entered, and boom~"

Hiss~

There was another sound of people gasping for air. This City Lord Feng was a ruthless man. He blew up a big city like the Demon-Slaying Fairy City without any hesitation. Not only did he lose his body, but he also took the monsters with him.

"They also said that Lord Feng is truly a genius, able to come up with such a method. It's just a pity..."

"Senior Feng should be my role model. I have slandered you before. I am extremely sorry. So, I will pay for the drinks."

The monks shouted praises of righteousness and exemplary conduct, listened to a story, and enjoyed a free meal and drinks.

Gu Du Wuhen also enjoyed the free drinks this time.

After filling a pot, he walked towards the Baodan Xianzong with a smile.

"This free wine is sweet."

If Feng Yunyuan knew that his fame had only earned him a pot of free spirit wine, I wonder if he would get angry and smash the shop.

The death of a group of monks and the disappearance of an immortal city are no more than the sand at the bottom of the river in the long river of time. They are more like dust falling into the water. There are only some false rumors and some specious things.

The past cannot be retrieved.

Gu Du Wuhen is undoubtedly Cheng Qian's new clone.

He looks almost exactly like Gu Du Wu Feng, except that he looks a little kinder and more approachable.

His public persona is that of Gu Du and Wu Feng’s elder brother, a swordsman who joined the Xun Feng Immortal Sect in his early years.

It’s a good thing that Xunfeng Immortal Sect is destroyed, many identities can be placed on it.

Outside the mountain gate, it was still the same, rows of Nascent Soul cultivators were waiting for notification, and two God Transformation cultivators were led into the mountain gate by the people from the Baodan Immortal Sect.

"Hey, why are you cutting in line?"

"You reek of alcohol, aren't you afraid of contaminating the elixir?"

Gu Du Wuhen ignored him and went straight to the mountain gate to talk to the gatekeeper.

The several Nascent Souls behind him could not see through Lonely Wuhen's state and could only chirp quietly.

"Hmph, I don't know who he is from."

"Can you enter the Baodan Xianzong just by saying so?"

"I think it will be here soon."

"What are you doing here?"

"Just wait!"

There was a burst of joyful laughter.

Gu Du Wuhen handed in a token and waited outside the door.

He is very familiar with this process.

He did not show off his divine power, not for the purpose of showing off, but simply wanted to experience the life of an ordinary cultivator.

After sitting in a high position for so long, I almost forgot how I came here. It is good to recall it from time to time.

Baodan Immortal Sect, Ma Fanyang’s cave.

A disciple handed the token to him.

Ma Fanyang's face changed.

"Take me to see the person who came."

Ma Fanyang had been waiting for a long time, and now it was time to give himself the elixir. He went through the teleportation array, and a jade slip came back saying that someone would come to deliver it.

After waiting and waiting, it was almost time for the outbreak to happen, and finally someone showed up.

I feel a little unhappy in my heart. This person is even less reliable than Gu Du Wu Feng. Gu Du Wu Feng...

Whenever he thought of this, Ma Fanyang sighed.

When he heard the news from his uncle, he was completely numb. How could it be possible?

Gu Du Wu Feng, how could he stay in the Demon Slaying Immortal City on his own initiative? Where else could he die? The most outrageous thing was that the cultivators of Ling Xiao Sword Sect said that he died for the righteousness of the human race.

He totally doesn't believe it.

Is Gu Du Wu Feng a fucking human cultivator? He is a lackey of the Sea Clan Holy Hall!

Of course, Venerable Huang also didn’t believe it. He thought there must be something he didn’t know about that happened in the Demon-Slaying Fairy City. Those old guys wouldn’t be unable to protect even one god.

It's a pity that the place is now full of monsters, otherwise Venerable Huang's curiosity would really drive him to go and take a look.

When Ma Fanyang arrived at the mountain gate, he was dazed when he saw Gu Du Wuhen drinking.

As expected, good people don't live long. That's right, how could this guy be so willing to die? He's not a fool.

"Friend Lonely Daoist, I've been waiting for a long time."

"Are you Fellow Daoist Ma? I have heard of you for a long time. I am sorry to bother you with my visit."

Ma Fanyang rolled his eyes. What are you pretending for?

Then he looked at the group of Nascent Soul cultivators surrounding him from behind, and understood. They were afraid of exposing themselves. After all, they were already "dead" on the surface.

"Elder Ma, do you think of our sect's elixirs?"

Several Nascent Soul cultivators came over and asked Ma Fanyang with a fawning look on their faces about their sect's elixir.

Ma Fanyang's face turned pale, "Wait!"

A group of monks laughed awkwardly, bowed, and stepped back.

Then they saw Elder Ma, who seemed unattainable in their eyes, smilingly greeting the monk whom they had whispered crickets to. It seemed like they had seen that smile somewhere before. Oh, they had smiled like that just now.

"Don't tell me, this senior is really free and easy."

"That's right, that's right, especially the scent of the spirit wine, which makes it look quite heroic."

"I want to have a few big drinks. There seems to be a bar in the town. The young people are all there..."

"Let's go together. Let's go together."

The two people walking in the mountains ignored what was happening outside.

"Are you dead?"

"Fellow Daoist, I'm wrong. I'm Gu Du Wuhen, and the one who died is my brother."

Ma Fanyang stopped and looked at Gu Du Wuhen several times. There were indeed some differences, but he couldn't be sure.

"Okay, okay, okay, whoever you say is who it is, where is the pill?"

He wanted to give it a try. What if he really wasn't Gu Du Wu Feng? Could he regain some initiative?

"Fellow Daoist Ma, don't be impatient. How can you talk about this in public? Let's go back to your cave and talk slowly."

Looking at the half-smile on the face of the man who called himself Gu Du Wuhen, Ma Fanyang suddenly had a bad feeling.