Zongwu: I am already a great master! Just came for the plug-in?

Under the loss of internal force without remembering the snow blowing at the West Gate, it is easy to cross thousands of miles in a day.

In just seven days, he has successfully stood at the gate of Apocalypse City.

"What an apocalyptic city, compared to that Snow Moon City, the guard strength is no less than ten times stronger!".

"After all, the rivers and lakes are just rivers and lakes, and the gap with the court is still very big!"

While pacing into the city, the West Gate Blowing Snow was also looking at the foundation of Apocalypse City.

Because it is a royal city, Tingfeng Tower has not yet successfully settled in, so Ximen Fuxue had to find an inn casually and get ready to rest.

"Liuzi, let's have a good holiday!".

"It's time to go to work, check me in!".

Ximen Fuxue sat in the corner of the window on the second floor to eat, and also called the system.

[Holiday?!What holiday?].

[Only if there is no system for the host, it will be a holiday!].

[Sixth brother, I'm always ready!].

The sudden positive attitude of the sixth system made Ximen Blowing Snow very unaccustomed.

"Liuzi, you have changed, you were not like this before!".

"What's going on lately, could it be that you're out of love?!".

Ximen Fuxue was not in a hurry, and chatted with the system quite naturely.

[Shhhh

[Recently, the above investigation is strict, you cooperate with the sixth brother!].

[Work is it?!This begins!].

[Ding!Sign in to Apocalypse City!].

[Congratulations on getting an epiphany!].

The sign-in rewards were distributed smoothly, and the sixth system was completely quiet.

"Anyone else checked?!".

"Is there really a systematic inspection agency?!".

"Liuzi can't fool me to play!".

Simon Chuixue was silent, although he was suspicious in his heart, but he couldn't get any evidence.

"Stride, stomp—".

There was a sound of footsteps, and a man came up the stairs and walked straight to the window.

The person who came was dressed in a green python robe, and his face was soft and handsome.

With a sword on his waist, he twists the Buddha beads lightly in his left hand, and his bearing is very extraordinary.

"Freedom of the Heavens, the peak of the Shaking Mirror, it's not weak!".

Ximen Fuxue took a sip of the wine in the cup, and then slowly commented.

"It's already an honor to get the white-clothed sword immortal's sentence 'not weak'!"

"Leaving the royal family in the north, the palm incense supervisor Jin Immortal, I have seen the Sword Immortal!".

Jin Xian bowed his hand respectfully, and then revealed his identity.

"You are doing the gift of the rivers and lakes, so I should call you Fengxue Sword Shen Jingzhou!".

"I've only been in the city for half an hour, and the imperial court sent you to find it, and the efficiency is not ordinary!"

Ximen Chuixue knew what Jinxian represented, and all of them were also motivated.

"Whether it's the wind and snow sword, or Shen Jingzhou!".

"I am all me, and I don't change my essence!".

"Your Majesty is grateful to the Sword Immortal for healing King Yong'an, and specially ordered me to come over to thank you!"

"If the Sword Immortal has a request, please speak up, I believe that Your Majesty will definitely reward you!"

Jinxian didn't dwell on the issue of identity, but opened his mouth to find out the intention of Ximen blowing snow.

"Alright, alright!".

"I don't care about your majesty's reward!".

"This Apocalypse City is just out of curiosity, and it won't interfere in the politics of Beili, and there's nothing else to do!"

"In the past few days, I will enjoy the customs and customs of the Apocalypse, and I will leave!".

Ximen Fuxue knew what the one on the dragon chair was worried about, so he also directly explained his intentions.

"Jin Xian is very familiar with this Apocalypse City, if the Sword Immortal does not give up, Jin Xian is willing to be a guide, so that it can also avoid some small disturbances to the Sword Immortal's travels!"

There are many dragons and snakes in Apocalypse City, and if you let Ximen blow snow and break in, it is really possible to cause chaos.

If you have the palm incense eunuch by your side, it will indeed be a lot less troublesome.

"That being the case, it is better to be respectful than to obey orders!"

Although Ximen Fuxue was not afraid of trouble, he still agreed.

Two days later, watching Ximen Fuxue step out of Apocalypse City in a trustworthy manner, Jinxian also returned to the palace for the first time to resume his life.

I don't care how the royal family will react, since several important places of luck have been signed in, Ximen Fuxue also continued to go all the way south, leaving the Beili Dynasty directly.

......

Half a month later, Ximen Fuxue stepped into the Tang Dynasty.

Although nothing has been done yet, the entry of such a strong person is still detected by the pervasive bad people.

After a journey, the information was finally handed over to the bad handsome Yuan Tiangang.

Yuzhou, Tingfeng Building Branch.

Ximen Fuxue sat in the first place, listening to the landlord's report on some recent major events in Datang.

"Deng Bai, the owner of the Ding 13th branch building, see the head of the family!".

"Master of the family, since Li Xingyun and Longquan Sword were born a few years ago, the entire rivers and lakes have been surging with undercurrents, and killing opportunities are everywhere!"

"All forces are either plotting the identity of the Son of Heaven or coveting the treasure of Longquan, and they are all trying to win over Li Xingyun!"

"Two months ago, in the battle of the Bianliang Palace, Zhu Wen died, and the Emperor of the Xuanming Sect was also forced to commit suicide!".

"The bad handsome led the crowd to Jiao Landian to ask Li Xingyun to be the emperor, but for some reason, the latter did not agree!".

"Now that Li Xingyun is gone, and the bad guys are also silent again!"

......

Twenty minutes later, Ximen Chuixue already had a general understanding of the situation in Datang.

"I'm not interested in that Li Xingyun, what he does or doesn't do has nothing to do with us!".

"Give me a detailed map, I need to go to a few places to do some small things!".

Ximen Blowing Snow's trip was just to find some luck to sign in, because he didn't want to touch Yuan Tiangang's brow, so he didn't plan to contact Li Xingyun for the time being.

"Yes, the head of the family will wait, and the subordinates will go and get it!".

Dunber bowed and retreated, and in a few moments he walked back with a parchment map.

"Well, the map is very complete, and it is well done!".

"You can go down!".

After carefully looking at the map and determining several locations, Ximen Fuxue also waved his hand and retreated from his subordinates.

......

Since getting the map, another 12 days have passed, and Ximen Blowing Snow has successfully arrived at Bianliang, the capital of Houliang.

The reason why I chose this place was, of course, not to see Zhu Wen's Jiao Lan Palace, but to come to the Xuanming Sect.

After Zhu Wen's death, his third son Zhu Youzhen erected a banner and directly succeeded to the throne and took over most of the Liangdi.

The Xuanming Sect did not dissipate because of the death of the Emperor of the Underworld, but was re-taken over by the ghost king Zhu Youwen, and the transfer of power was almost completed during this time.

Although the comprehensive strength is not as terrifying as before, it is still a behemoth.

Because of the serious lack of top-notch combat power of the Xuanming Sect, it was very easy for Ximen Fuxue to infiltrate the headquarters of the Xuanming Sect.

"System!check-in!".

Simon Blowing Snow casually sat on the first seat and started to call the system.

[Ding! Sign in to the headquarters of the Xuanming Sect!].

[Congratulations on attaining the five-year cultivation!].

"Only for cultivation?!".

"Why isn't it an exercise?!".

"Is the luck of the Xuanming Sect so low now?!".

Ximen Fuxue frowned, obviously a little dissatisfied with this sign-in reward.

"Your Excellency visited late at night and trespassed on my important place!"

"But do you really think that there is no one in the Xuanming Sect?!".

There was a disgruntled rebuke from outside the temple gate, and three figures walked in, and it was a burly man with a black face and red hair who spoke.

"Ghost King Zhu Youwen, it turned out to be you!".

"And the black and white impermanence is also there, just in time, lest I go to find it!".

Although it was the first time I saw it, Ximen Fuxue still recognized the person at a glance.

No way, the recognition of black and white impermanence is not too high.