"Old ancestor, King Ji Xian, can you see me?"

Yu Qingmei couldn't help calling.

The two of them looked at him together, then withdrew their gaze, and looked at Fang Chen with thoughtful thoughts.

They can see me!

Yu Qingmei was a little happy, and was about to move, but a soft voice came from her ear:

"You are now the maid given to me by the prince. The maid should have the rules of the maid. The master didn't say anything. Why are you shouting randomly? Come and teach her."

Before Yu Qingmei could react, she was raised by several people and brought into the sedan chair.

She shouted in horror, hoping that the ancestor Li Xiao and King Ji Xian could help, but the two seemed to have not heard it, without any reaction.

...

Gai Wu looked at Yu Qingmei's body, and after several breaths, he reacted. He looked up at Fang Chen with a cold look:

"You just won for a moment, and the Blood Spirit Sect will win for a lifetime."

Before everyone could react, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, Gai Wu's vitality gradually dissipated, and he instantly became a corpse.

Everyone was shocked, first there was the ancestor Li Xiao, then Mr. Ji from the Huangyuan. Now even the wife of the King of Zhentian, Yu Qingmei and his son Gai Wu are dead...

There are so many big names who died in Li Xiao today...

Gai Wu's wandering soul walked out of the corpse, his eyes with a hint of confusion.

"Who told you that the Blood Spirit Sect can win for a lifetime? The universe is still uncertain, and you can't count what you say."

Fang Chen looked at Gai Wu and said with a smile.

It was not surprising that everyone thought Fang Chen was talking to Gai Wu's corpse.

Only Gai Wu, after hearing Fang Chen's voice and seeing Fang Chen's gaze, a sudden look appeared on his face.

He died, but the other party could see him as a lonely ghost.

Before Gai Wu could speak, a red sleeve swept over. When he came to his senses, he had already appeared beside the big red sedan chair.

The ancestor Li Xiao and King Ji Xian treated him better than Yu Qingmei. Both of them looked at Gai Wu and winked.

From the time of death to now, after some thought, the two of them have vaguely understood the current situation. While they were shocked, they were also considering how to protect themselves and turn themselves around in the future.

"I see……"

Gai Wu suddenly realized his face. He finally understood why Fang Chen's methods were so strange that they could drive such a powerful man.

As expected, the origin of these powerful people may have nothing to do with the world.

When everyone saw Gai Wu's death, their eyes subconsciously fell on Qin Hucheng and the three mysterious immortals.

The three mysterious immortals seemed to have lost all their strength and looked at Xun Xiyin with weak energy:

"Do we all have a chance to survive?"

"If you make up for your merits, I wonder if you can... forgive us?"

Xun Xiyin shook her head gently: "If you are wrong, you are wrong."

The three of them felt a little unwilling to accept it. Just as they were about to make some moves, they were beaten to pieces by Zhenjun Panshan with Fang Tian Paintings.

Their wandering souls stood there blankly, and were swept by Hongxiu the next second and caught by Empress Ci.

Looking at everything in front of him, the three mysterious immortals' souls also showed a hint of sudden enlightenment.

What else can you fight for?

The other party can not only control the power of the world, but also affect the underworld.

After the death of the three Xuanxians who betrayed the Lingsi, everyone's eyes fell on Qin Hucheng.

This sword cultivator of the Xuxian Sword Sect has the same origin as Fang Chen. The difference is that the former is affiliated to the Blood Spirit Sect, while the latter is affiliated to the Spirit-Slaying Secret.

The same sect took two completely different paths, and there was no room for any turnaround between the two sides.

"Junior Brother Fang, such a strong man can be used by you. As a senior brother, I am a little relieved and envious."

Qin Hucheng smiled, "Now King Ji Xian, Li Xiao, and Gai Wu are all dead. You can give your senior brother a trip, and your senior brother won't blame you."

Looking at the sword cultivator who was calmly dying in front of him, many people were shocked.

Wang Yi frowned. The person in front of him realized the intent of Xiang Death and was not afraid of death. Why... he was willing to be a lackey of the Blood Spirit Sect?

In his opinion, sword cultivators are the most difficult to buy, let alone the top ones among sword cultivators!

Fang Chen was silent for a few breaths, "Why?"

"There are no so many whys in the world."

Qin Hucheng smiled and shook his head: "Stop asking."

"Fang Chen, you still can't understand? He joined the Blood Spirit Sect for the purpose of the Blood Spirit Divine Pill. This kind of thing can improve the cultivation of cultivators and even help break through the bottleneck.

You ask the monks present, who have never bought it privately? If it is delivered to them, will they see if they eat it or not?"

Xu Peng said in a deep voice.

Everyone's expressions changed and they all glared at Xu Peng. The idiot said it, why bother them?

Although Zhao Jiaolong and others felt that Xu Peng's words at this moment were a bit abrupt, they also thought that this should be the case.

What else can I do when joining the Blood Spirit Sect? Isn’t it just for the Blood Spirit Divine Pill?

"You are you, he is him, you are different."

Fang Chen smiled at Xu Peng, then glanced at Shi Long.

Shi Long understood it, grabbed Xu Peng, raised his hand and slapped more than a dozen times, and then threw it back to Zhao Jiaolong and others' feet.

Xu Peng was already beaten to the point of being confused and should not be able to speak any further.

"Junior brother, I'm tired anyway. I'm satisfied that you can come from the sword cultivator."

Qin Hucheng said with a faint smile.

Fang Chen nodded slightly and stabbed Qin Hucheng's eyebrows with a sword. The terrifying sword force instantly swept across his body. Qin Hucheng's vitality was being extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He did not resist at all, but instead smiled faintly, as if he had thrown a heavy burden.

But then, he found that he was not in the dark and could still see everything in front of him.

"Senior brother, sometimes death is not the end. Are you willing to tell me now why you join the Blood Spirit Sect?"

Fang Chen looked at Qin Hucheng's wandering soul and said softly.

It took Qin Hucheng several breaths to figure out the situation in front of him. He saw the wandering soul of King Ji and Gai Wu. After a while, he looked at Fang Chen with a strange expression:

"What's going on? If our monks die, they will become lonely ghosts?"

"The monks and mortals are the same in this regard, and there is no distinction between good and bad. After the monks die, they will become ghosts."

Fang Chen smiled.

"So that..."

Qin Hucheng discovered Shi Long, Panshan Zhenjun, and Empress Ci seemed to be able to see him, and his heart gradually became clear.

These strong men... may not come from the human world.

"It seems that everything you encountered during your visit to Condensation is beyond our imagination."

Qin Hucheng sighed a little, then smiled and said, "Anyway, I am dead now, so it's no different from talking or not. I can tell you, but I'm afraid that in the future, the sword in your hand will no longer be able to hold it."

"Say, my heart is great, I can bear it."

Fang Chen Dao.

"Do you know that in the eyes of some people, we sword cultivators are just pawns that can be discarded by using them."

Qin Hucheng said with a faint smile.
Chapter completed!