"Master, are we going to reach this point after all?"

"There is nothing we can do in the world, fate plays tricks on people, let us decide whether to live or die."

"Then Master, I will use all my strength and I won't be polite anymore."

"Please."

…

Suddenly everything went dark.

Fa Kong frowned.

I can't even see the bottom anymore, it's like the computer screen is black.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his strong curiosity, and put the tortoise shell back into the Wheel of Time Tower.

No matter what, getting this treasure is indeed a big profit.

He thought about it and took it out again, using his clairvoyance, he looked over again.

This time, he saw himself and Tan Qiuhan.

Tan Qiuhan stood on a rock, which was the rock in front of Nantian Gate.

Fakong, with his purple and gold cassock fluttering, was standing opposite him.

Tan Qiuhan was dressed in a yellow robe, with a face like a crown of jade and piercing eyes. His whole temperament was cold and arrogant, which was different from Fu Qinghe's coldness and indifference. He was cold and arrogant.

He slowly pulled out his sword and said in a deep voice: "Master Fakong, I actually admire you very much."

Fakong smiled and said: "But it's useless, you still want to kill me, right?"

"That's right." Tan Qiuhan sighed: "You shouldn't go against our Tianhai Sword Sect."

"You, the Tianhai Sword Sect, are the only ones who dominate and are invincible in the world?" Fakong smiled and said, "Can't you tolerate others' disobedience?"

Tan Qiuhan shook his head: "Master Fakong, the most fatal thing about you is your lack of due respect for our Tianhai Sword Sect."

Fakong said: "The Tianhai Sword Sect is now very powerful and unique in the world. No one can match it, so it must also receive corresponding respect, right?"

"It seems that you understand, master." Tan Qiuhan sighed: "Since you understand, why do you still violate it? If you go against the general trend of the world, even if you, master, are a divine monk, you will be shattered to pieces."

Fakong said: "Do you, the Tianhai Sword Sect, really have the ability to crush me to pieces?"

He shook his head: "Could it be that your Tianhai Sword Sect has a stronger swordsman than you? I don't think there is any."

"Tell me the truth, Master." Tan Qiuhan said slowly: "There are swordsmen in our sect that you can't imagine!"

With a look of respect on his face, he said in a deep voice: "The world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders. Although you are a divine monk, master, your vision is only limited to the territory of Daqian, and you have not looked overseas... In fact, the same is true for Dayun and Dayong.

It’s the vast world overseas that is truly worth noting.”

Fakong raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is there any inheritance beyond the great master overseas?"

"How did you know there wasn't one?" Tan Qiuhan smiled faintly.

Fa Kong was thoughtful.

"So, congratulations to your Tianhai Sword Sect."

"Master, you still have time to change your ways." Tan Qiuhan looked at Fakong earnestly: "There is no greater good than knowing when you have lost your way."

Fakong shook his head: "Forget it, I am a disciple of the Vajra Temple, and there is no way I can join your Tianhai Sword Sect."

"Alas!" Tan Qiuhan sighed, and the long sword suddenly emitted a cold light, which instantly enveloped Fa Kong.

Fa Kong stabbed out with his sword.

"Ding..." Tan Qiuhan's sword broke.

The tip of the sword touched Tan Qiuhan's throat.

Fakong looked at him calmly: "Mr. Tan, please leave Shenjing."

"...Okay!" Tan Qiuhan threw the broken sword, and the hilt sank into the stone at his feet, and said slowly: "From now on, I will never step into Shenjing again."

Fakong returned the sword to its sheath.

When Fakong saw this, he looked back thoughtfully.
Chapter completed!