Before Fang Shang could figure it out, he suddenly realized that his eyebrows were cold and a flying sword had pierced his head.

He saw a cold and charming master looking at him with cold eyes.

"hehe……"

Fang Shang laughed miserably: "You will all come down to accompany me. This Yunyou Realm... is going to be in chaos..."

Fang Shang died, and his words before his death were enough to prove that he was a Blood Spirit Cult monk.

Fang Jue and others found it incredible that the rumored Blood Spirit Sect was so close to them?

"Why would he join that sect?"

A disciple of the Fang family murmured to himself.

"Because the Blood Spirit Cult is very good at deceiving people."

Fang Chen said coldly: "If you don't have a clear heart, it's okay for this immortal to not cultivate."

After saying this, he looked at Xia Ji and others: "What the Blood Spirit Sect has to deal with this time is not just the three Nascent Souls, but also the golden elixirs from all sides.

They want to refine all the living creatures in Daqian Imperial Capital into elixirs. If you are willing, no matter what your level of cultivation, you can contribute a little if you can."

Everyone's hearts sank slightly, and their faces showed an extremely solemn look.
Chapter completed!