After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect

Chapter 144 143. Can you bear this cause and effect? ​​(8.1K words - big chapter, please subscribe)

Qianhe Sect.

A secret place.

Tang Fan panted heavily.

The old monster in the Purple Mansion named Zhang Han put too much pressure on him. The escape just now was obviously very short, and there was no fighting, but he only felt that it was a dangerous place he had never experienced in his life, and it was many times more dangerous than the previous fox and wolf siege.

But fortunately he succeeded.

At this time, after calming down, he tried to untie the rope wrapped around him.

He circulated the Xuan Qi at his fingertips, but when he reached the ninth level of Lianxuan, he could not climb up.

"Damn, what kind of weird thing is this? I can't use even one of the six bloods in my Jiang Palace!"

"But if I can't use the power of Jiang Palace, can't I untie this rope?"

"Open it for me!"

His eyes were sharp, and the Xuan Qi at his fingertips was like a sword, and he cut the rope with a "swish".

However, there was not even a white mark on the rope.

He used his Qi to slash again and again, but the rope was still intact.

He changed his method and began to pull hard, but the more he pulled, the tighter the rope became.

He suddenly had an idea and tried to gather all his Xuan Qi, then pulled the rope carefully, but still couldn't pull it.

Tang Fan fell backward helplessly. After waiting for two days and two nights, he suddenly sat up again, took out a communication stone from his arms, and shouted a few times into it.

After a while, a response came from the other side of the communication stone.

"Hmm?"

Fang Qingmeng's voice sounded in the communication stone, but she didn't ask "did it succeed?" or something like that.

Tang Fan said excitedly: "Sister Meng, I escaped!

Your plan is really useful.

I didn't expect that old monster to be so kind and righteous, and actually take care of mortals.

You didn't see him standing on the cliff and looking into the distance. It was because he was distracted, and he was used to my escape because of his usual carelessness, so he gave me this chance.

Hehehe, I said, even if a god comes, don't try to trap me, Tang Fan!"

"Show off again." Fang Qingmeng said helplessly, "That day you made a vomiting sound in front of the old monster, and said that I was aloof, I was almost scared to death by you."

Tang Fan said proudly: "You, Fairy Fang, are famous in Qianhe Sect. Which disciple doesn't know that you are aloof? Seeing you like that, it's normal for me to express a few opinions. How could that old monster be suspicious?"

After that, he hurriedly used flattery , and said in a tone of voice: "Of course, it is still you, Sister Meng, who has a brilliant plan and quietly arranged the destination of the south trip near this secret realm.

Now that the old demon can't find me everywhere, I'm afraid he will think that I secretly got on the yellow gourd and left with him.

When he chased after him, he searched for a while, but it was all in vain.

As for me, I have disappeared without a trace. Hehehe"

Fang Qingmeng said: "Stop talking nonsense, have you untied the rope?"

Tang Fan said helplessly: "It can't be untied. I have never seen this rope before. It is very strange. Once it is completely tied, the power above the Crimson Palace Realm cannot be exerted.

However, the early stage of the Crimson Palace.

No!

I guess it takes the power of the middle stage of the Crimson Palace to help me untie this rope.

Sister Meng, do you think there is any elder in the sect who is willing to help me untie it?"

There was silence for a long time on the other side of the communication stone before Fang Qingmeng's voice came again.

A delicate sigh, followed by a helpless voice.

"Don't even think about it. All the disciples and elders who still want to fight against Fox Wolf have gone south with me. Now those who remain in Qianhe Sect are all mature and prudent elders who put the overall situation first.

If you dare to run in front of them, they will immediately arrest you, then find Zhang Han, make amends and apologize, and then hand you over to Zhang Han."

Tang Fan smiled bitterly and said, "Doesn't that mean that if I want to untie this rope, I can only go south to find you?"

Fang Qingmeng hesitated for a moment and responded, "You hide first and wait until the storm is over. I think they have a time limit to capture you. Once the time limit is over, they should not be so anxious. They can't afford to waste time. "

Tang Fan said: "Sister Meng, it's okay for me to hide here. But I can't sleep at night if I can't see you for a long time. What should I do?"

Fang Qingmeng said coquettishly: "Slippery tongue! I am devoted to seeking the truth, who would play this kind of emotional game with you."

Tang Fan laughed and said: "I am not like this to every woman, it's because Sister Meng is too..."

As soon as the voice fell, the communication stone was hung up directly.

Tang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, a little helpless.

Originally, he was going to care a little more and let Fang Qingmeng be careful when she went south.

The political center of Da Chu, the sects are all in the north, but the south is not a barren land of Wuxuan, otherwise it would not be possible to move south.

And he had been in the south in his early years, so he vaguely knew that there were some cultivator sects in the south, but those sects were very different from Qianhe Sect. They acted viciously, were high and mighty, and would do anything to seek power.

But on second thought, Fang Qingmeng's team includes the two most experienced elders of Qianhe Sect, both of whom are in the middle stage of Jiang Palace. With such a lineup, how could they be afraid of some small sects in the south?

At this time, Tang Fan looked down at the ropes on his body and sighed helplessly.

The way of cultivation cannot be slack. If you wait for a few years, it will be a great loss.

While thinking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something in his peripheral vision. His body froze instantly, and his pupils gradually shrank. When he saw the figure of a man in black robes who had been disfigured by sword marks at the entrance of the secret realm in the distance, his eyeballs seemed to pop out, revealing an extremely incredible and unbelievable look.

Who else could the man in black robes be if not Song Yan?

Tang Fan felt that his heartbeat was about to stop.

At this moment, he froze there, his body and mind were in a state of extreme fear. But his own temperament still forced him to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Senior, I. I. Hahaha. I."

Snap!

Tang Fan clapped his hands suddenly, clapping his hands and praising, "I was found by you again! You are worthy of being a senior, awesome, I was still wondering why you haven't found me yet. Hehehe"

Song Yan looked at the young man and sighed.

He thought Tang Fan had a way to get rid of this "blood rope".

In the end, this is it?

As for the secret realm

For the Purple Mansion Realm cultivators, the secret realm is no longer a place to hide.

Not only that, he leaned against the entrance of the secret realm and could listen to the conversations in the secret realm with his powerful thoughts.

In addition, the Vision Bead is still useful for the Crimson Palace masters hidden in these secret realms.

If the secret realm and the human world were truly two different spaces, it would be fine, but there was no real "space barrier" between the two sides, but a very thin layer of "paper".

He thought about it and felt that it was not that Tang Fan was useless, but that the power and treasures of the Purple Mansion Realm were too strong.

If he was tied up with a "blood rope" at the beginning, he would not be able to break free, right?

But then again, since Tang Fan was going to stay in the secret realm, his idea of ​​seeing Tang Fan's trump card and secrets was also in vain.

So, he naturally walked in, with a sullen face, and grabbed Tang Fan and left the secret realm.

A few days later.

Two figures flew through the air at a high speed.

All the way south.

Song Yan got a lot of news about the Chu State from Qianhe Sect.

The secret places and treasures that can be explored in the north of Chu State have long been "revealed". If you want to find more things, you still have to go south.

In the records of Qianhe Sect and the government of Chu State, the south is a "savage land". Not only are the people there tough, but the cultivators are also extremely wild, and there are countless poisonous insects and monsters.

They built their capital in the north, not because the southern Xuanqi is insufficient, but because the south is too chaotic.

From the records, Song Yan saw the names of several small sects.

What "Blood Corpse Sect" and "Ghost Demon Sect".

He felt that the names of these sects were really "friendly" and had a connection with him.

For no other reason, it was mainly because he, as a ghost cultivator, had too few treasures, and none of them could be shown.

As for the previous methods of "Sword Demon Dragon" and "Hundred-phase Demon Body", they were too recognizable and would be exposed once used.

Now, he relies on some simple ghost cultivation spells recorded in "Ghost Infant True Scripture".

The rest, nothing else

How shabby is this scene?

Before going to the "Tiger's Soul Threshold", he should at least prepare some trump cards for himself, right?

It was evening.

The two people flying in the air slowly landed and stopped in a deserted forest.

There happened to be a few wild deer running not far away. Tang Fan's eyes lit up and he stood up and said, "Senior, I'm good at cooking. I'll go get you some venison."

Song Yan glanced at him and said, "What's delicious?"

Tang Fan smiled confidently and said, "Hehe, you'll know after you eat it. It's guaranteed to be the most delicious you've never eaten!"

Song Yan looked at the boy, sneered, and then raised his hand and swiped twice, pulling the wild deer over, and then he cooked the venison himself with ease.

In a moment, one deer was eaten three ways.

Roasted, roasted, and soup, each with its own characteristics.

He really practiced his cooking skills. When he was Master Li, his cooking skills were well-known far and wide. After many years, he had naturally become superb.

Tang Fan thought that this old monster might not be worldly, so he wanted to show his cooking skills a little to shock the old monster's taste buds and improve his favorability. But he didn't expect that when he ate the food made by the old monster, his eyes almost popped out, and he kept shouting "Delicious, too delicious, another bowl, absolutely, absolutely."

Song Yan took out another jar of fine wine from the storage bag, removed the seal, and drank it himself.

Tang Fan looked at him in shock, and then flattered: "Senior, give me a jar too."

Song Yan drank a few big gulps happily, grabbed a piece of roasted golden venison and took a big bite, and sighed comfortably.

Tang Fan's Adam's apple rolled and swallowed his saliva.

He could already smell the aroma of wine.

He approached with a playful smile and said shamelessly: "Grandpa, give me a sip."

Song Yan smiled and looked at him, saying like a mantra: "Golden armor god, golden armor god"

Tang Fan stopped talking, took some water, and then continued to eat meat with the water. He had to admit that the barbecue made by this old monster was better than his.

He felt like "fuck the dog". When he was training outside, he used his barbecue skills to attract the monsters in the forest, but he didn't expect that he couldn't beat an old monster. This made him feel like "the monster was grilling meat and led him over."

Just as he was drinking the water in frustration, a voice suddenly came from a distance.

"Hey."

Tang Fan looked up, but saw that the old monster in the purple mansion raised his hand and threw a jar of fine wine over.

He took it subconsciously, and then said hesitantly: "Senior, I won't tell you what you want to know.

Everyone has a secret. And I guarantee that my secret will be of no use to you.

You know it's useless. I said it's useless, so don't mention it, okay? "

Song Yan said: "Not good."

Tang Fan smiled helplessly and was about to hand the wine jar back.

Song Yan raised the wine jar in his hand, as if toasting from afar, and said, "Mother-in-law, mother-in-law."

Tang Fan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, and he patted open the seal with great courage. He clasped the inside of the wine jar with his five fingers, raised it from a distance, and said boldly: "Do it!"

Song Yan smiled and said, "Do it!"

The two drank heavily and ate meat, bragging from time to time like "I remember when I was still a mortal, I could drink three jars of strong liquor by myself."

After drinking from two jars, Song Yan took two more jars and continued drinking.

In the blink of an eye, two jars turned into four jars, and four jars turned into eight jars. The two of them drank more and more.

Tang Fan burped comfortably, tilted his head and fell to the side.

Song Yan put down the wine jar and looked at the young man who fell to the ground.

Over the past many years, he has not made any progress in herbal medicine. At least he has the pharmacology of "Infatuation Powder" and used the medicinal experience left by the dead leaf swordsman to restore a lost medicine called "True Heart Powder". Powder” strange medicine.

This medicine has no other effect, except that it can make people tell the truth, and it can kill monks under the Jianggong realm. If you drink it with the wine brewed from Xuanhuacao, the effect will be even better.

However, the opportunities for him to use "True Heart Powder" are really very rare.

But today, he used it on Tang Fan.

It had no effect.

But firstly, Tang Fan fell to the ninth level of Lianxuan due to the "Trapped Blood Rope" state, and secondly, he was really happy and drank a lot today. Because he was infected by this atmosphere, because he knew that if an old monster from Zi Mansion wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have to bother so much.

So, he was careless.

Song Yan sat next to Tang Fan and said, "You can't beat Aunt Fourteen."

Tang Fan smacked his lips and said, "How can it be defeated? What is it? Who am I? How can it be defeated?"

Song Yan said: "Bragging."

Tang Fan drunkenly patted his chest and said, "You don't understand this. This kind of secret technique called innate inheritance is present from the mother's womb. My mother said that I actually belong to a huge race called the Ancient Clan.

But I must not let anyone know, because there are too many people and monsters in the world who want to kill the ancient tribe.

Dachu is not the territory of the ancient clan and cannot be protected. If I leak it, I will definitely die.

Hey, Sister Meng, don’t tell others.

I, hee hee hee, just told you. "

Song Yan:.

He continued: "What is the secret technique of innate inheritance?"

Tang Fan said: "My mother said there were many ancient tribes.

Different from the innate demon blood of demons, people of the ancient tribe have innate secret skills, which are imprinted in their souls.

Different ancient tribes have different secret techniques.

As for my clan, my mother said it was called the Wuxiang clan.

Hehe, I can imitate any spell that is used in front of me, and add the unique secret power of my family to counter it.

This is called the devil being as high as one foot and the way being as high as one foot, and using the other person's way to repay the other person.

That day, the fourteenth aunt transformed into the demonic shadow of Long Bo, who was hundreds of feet long. I imitated its magic and transformed directly into the demon shadow of hundreds of feet long. Coupled with the secret technique of my clan, my whole body was shining with golden light. With one strike of my sword, I caught him by surprise and struck a target. If it weren't for that stupid Zhang Laomo, I would have killed Aunt Fourteen long ago.

Zhang Laomo wants to learn my secret technique, but I can only use it myself but cannot explain it, so how can I possibly teach him. "

He muttered, then burped again.

Song Yan continued to ask some questions.

Tang Fan always answered all questions.

As he asked questions, he lost his voice and started snoring heavily instead.

Song Yan sat cross-legged with a solemn expression.

Ancient tribe?

The phaseless clan?

Use his methods to repay others?

Innate secret technique?

The water in this world is really too deep.

The next day, early.

Tang Fan woke up and after trying hard to recall, he remembered what happened last night.

He looked at Song Yan in shock, suddenly like a little girl who was raped after drinking, jumping and cursing and shouting: "Old Demon Zhang, do you want to be shameless? Do you still want any shame? Such a low-life Do you use any means?"

"You are already in the Purple Mansion realm, and you still use such despicable and shameless methods?"

"shameless!"

"Shameless!"

Song Yan glared at him and said, "Are you arguing again?"

Tang Fan looked at him resentfully and cried, "You bully people. You don't bully people like this.

Obviously you are drinking, and you look so bold. I can still tell the difference between real boldness and fake boldness, obviously. Obviously."

Song Yan interrupted: "Be careful next time, I won't tell your secrets nonsense."

After that, he looked at the morning light floating on the dawn clouds and said, "Let's go, let's continue on our way."

In the blink of an eye, another few days passed.

The stars are like water.

The two rested in front of the campfire again.

Tang Fan said sarcastically: "You are also a strong man in the Purple Mansion Realm, what? Don't you even have a decent flying vehicle? Fly every day!"

Song Yanqi said: "You are not a woman disguised as a man, are you?"

Tang Fan:.

The young man groaned, stopped talking, crossed his arms and leaned against the old tree and began to sleep.

He had been talking like this since that day after Song Yan accidentally leaked the secret after being fed too much.

Song Yan didn't care about him.

He asked all the questions that day. If this kid wasn't using his acting skills now, then all his secrets would have been exposed.

The reason why Tang Fan could resist the fox and wolf tribes was entirely due to the "innate inheritance secret technique of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan".

Song Yan knew how terrifying that secret technique was just by thinking about it.

For ordinary spells, the Wuxiang Ancient Clan would learn it immediately as long as they imitated it once.

For more complicated spells, they could learn it by imitating it several times.

As for the bloodline secret technique, it needed the other party to release it before it could be released, which was more or less a restriction.

Otherwise, Song Yan really couldn't imagine it.

At this time, he continued to read the book "True Explanation of Formation".

Scanning the panel:

[Name: Song Yan]

[Lifespan: 39/15812]

[Realm: Early Purple Mansion]

[Skill: True Explanation of Formation]

[Spell: Formation·Five Elements Gathering Mysterious Formation (Not yet started)]

Over the years, he used leather making to gain about 4,000 years of life for himself.

And after these days of hard work, he finally moved the complex formation to the panel.

At this time, he focused his attention on the "Five Elements Gathering Mysterious Array".

[You have invested 61 years of your life, and the "Five Elements Gathering Mysterious Array" is perfect. You can use the array skillfully and make array plates and flags]

[You are not satisfied with the perfection of a single array method, and continue to invest your life. One year later, you begin to realize that the "Five Elements Gathering Mysterious Array" has the possibility of improvement, but you lack the opportunity and cannot know it]

Song Yan slightly opened his eyes, took out the "Five Elements Gathering Mysterious Array" array plate, array flag, and the Muxuanbaidong crystal jade from the storage bag, and fell into deep thought.

He needs "gathering evil".

I hope this trip to the south will be fruitful.

After playing with it for a while, he put away the array plate and array flag and closed his eyes to rest.

Opposite him, Tang Fan took out the communication stone and shouted a few times into it.

After getting along with him for a few days, he found that Old Monster Zhang would not restrict his freedom, so he was also more casual.

"Sister Meng?"

"Sister Meng?"

Tang Fan shouted loudly.

Fang Qingmeng's voice came from the communication stone.

"Stay in the secret realm honestly, don't go anywhere, be careful to be discovered by Zhang Lao Mo, I'm still busy here, I won't talk to you anymore."

After saying that, without waiting for a response, the communication stone hung up.

Tang Fan reluctantly put away the communication stone, and then took a rest.

A little over half a month passed.

The season was clearly running towards midsummer, but the south was getting colder and colder, especially in the direction where Song Yan and others were walking, there was a feeling of "windy breeze".

The cold wind from the branches between the trees from time to time actually brought a bit of bone-chilling coldness.

Tang Fan habitually took out the communication stone and shouted: "Sister Meng, I'm so bored!"

However, the communication stone did not connect.

Tang Fan continued to shout.

Still no connection.

He couldn't help rolling his eyes, threw the communication stone aside, and then turned his head to look at Song Yan and said: "Senior, have you ever liked a woman?"

Song Yan did not answer.

Tang Fan said carelessly: "What should you do if you meet a woman you like but who ignores you?

Sister Meng, if she doesn't like me, how can she help me so much and help me out of trouble?"

Song Yan looked at the boy speechlessly and closed his eyes.

After these days of getting along, he has confirmed that this boy's acting skills are very average, and his secrets are just that few. Compared with the level he initially imagined, it is really much worse. Under the same power, he can be "sold and counted" by people like Fox Grandma, Red Grandma, Gu Huangzi, and Zhang Han.

And Tang Fan, after the stage of resentment and yin and yang, is now a broken jar, and his relationship with this old demon Zhang is getting more and more casual. In addition, he is a chatterbox, and now he starts to say everything.

Seeing Song Yan didn't say anything, Tang Fan thought for a while and said, "Why did she suddenly ignore me? Is she annoying me?"

Song Yan said, "Don't talk about her, I'm annoying you too."

Tang Fan laughed and said, "In that case, why don't you let me go?"

Song Yan said, "What should I do if I let you go? What about the people of Da Chu?"

Tang Fan was surprised, "Oh, you still care about the people of Da Chu?"

Song Yan said, "In my eyes, one side is your death, and the other side is countless deaths. I will definitely choose to let you die."

Tang Fan said, "What about you? If you were me, would you be willing to die for the people of Da Chu?"

Song Yan said frankly, "No."

Tang Fan snorted and said, "Hypocrisy."

Song Yan said, "Although I don't want to use my life to save others, I am very happy to use other people's lives to save others. , especially when it is convenient. "

Tang Fan said: "What if you can't save him?"

Song Yan said: "Then don't save him."

Tang Fan said: "Are you going to say that if I escape, I will be the murderer who killed countless people of Da Chu?"

Song Yan said: "Yes, you must know this."

Tang Fan jumped up and said: "But if it were you, you would not be the murderer if you escaped, right? ! "

Song Yan smiled and said: "You finally understand."

Tang Fan was stunned for a long time, and hummed a strange sentence "You are worthy of being a demon head", then raised his hands to the sky and wailed loudly: "Oh my God, am I really hopeless?"

Song Yan said: "Before the evil treasure is taken off, you can still be saved."

Tang Fan said sadly: "That's useless, I am a small follower, how can I play tricks in the hands of so many old demons and monsters like you?

You are all as scheming as the ocean and as thick-skinned as a city wall. How can I out-play you? Am I not dead? "

Song Yan said: "You are not the only one."

Tang Fan was stunned for a moment, and his mood suddenly improved a lot. He stood up like a carp, took out the communication stone, and shouted to the other end: "Sister Meng! Sister Meng? I love you."

Seeing the old monster from Zi Mansion closing his eyes, Tang Fan chuckled and said, "Senior, you don't understand the feelings of us young people."

With that said, he continued to say to the communication stone: "Sister Meng, I love you."

He said it over and over again.

Anyway, the communication stone is not connected, so it doesn’t matter.

But suddenly, the communication stone lit up.

Tang Fan just finished saying "I love you".

He was shocked, because "the communication stone lights up" meant that it was connected, and his confession that he didn't even intend to pass through was also passed on.

His cheeks turned red.

However, a strange "rustling" sound came from the other side of the communication stone, and its brightness only lasted for a breath or two before dimming instantly.

Tang Fan was stunned for a moment, scratched his head again, frowned and murmured: "What's going on? Did Sister Meng accidentally get through?"

But when he looked again, he saw Song Yan suddenly getting up.

The old monster from Zi Mansion raised his hand and grabbed him fiercely. The evil energy around his body turned into a blood-colored demonic rainbow and flew away.

This is the escape from evil spirits recorded in the "Gui Ying Zhen Jing".

He knew the route of the Thousand Crane Sect's southward migration; he also had the map of Da Chu.

The southward migration route will pass through a place called the "Blood Corpse Sect".

Although the sect records say that the strongest master in the sect is only in the early stage of Jianggong.

But if something happens to the team moving south, the Blood Corpse Sect will definitely not be able to escape its involvement.

He already knew the route by heart.

Now it’s time to hurry up.

"Sikong Yin! You brought us here just to sacrifice and refine this evil thing?"

Fang Qingmeng was dressed in a white robe, and she and the other three elders each stood in a corner, barely holding up a barrier to protect the people heading south and isolate the billowing black smoke outside.

But in the black smoke, there were two elders wearing Qianhe Sect robes, a blood-robed monk, and a strong man wearing skeleton armor.

The blood-robed monk snorted coldly: "This is not an evil object, but a soul treasure - the Ten Thousand Soul Banner."

Another white-robed man named the leader said: "You are too stubborn and ineffective. In today's world, if you can't become stronger, you will have no choice but to be a mermaid.

If we monks lose, how can ordinary people survive?

Instead of doing this, we might as well turn them into our strength.”

As he spoke, he waved his hand and pointed at the billowing black smoke that filled the city behind him, as well as the people who had died tragically in the black smoke, the people who were still staggering, the people lying on the ground gnawing at them, the people who were completely twisted, and said: "This There are more than 200,000 people in the small town, and they are generally kind, so I plan to use them to sacrifice the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Because they are so kind, if they knew they could become treasures in my hands and one day be able to kill some demons, they would all be happy.

I thought they would understand, but after I had people cut off their food, they actually started to resist and riot? Then when they find they can't escape, they start cannibalizing each other, which is ugly, tut tut tut.

However, as a legendary soul treasure, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner is not so easy to be sacrificed. Therefore, you still need the souls of Jianggong to enter the banner, so that it can be successful. "

In the defensive shield, a white-haired elder of Qianhe Sect said angrily: "Sikong Yin! You are still the sect leader's younger brother, how could you do such a thing?"

Another elder said: "Isn't it good to go south and establish a branch? Why do you do this?"

The white-robed man named Sikong Yin smiled disdainfully and said, "What's the use of establishing another Thousand Crane Sect?

Step by step, can you resist the Northern Demon? !

Only my branch alliance, which unites many demonic cultivators in the South, is the way forward for Dachu cultivators!

Don't blame me for not giving you a chance. I have discussed with you how to build a clan in the south.

None of you agree with me.

So what else can I do?

If you find out that I have surrounded a city to sacrifice treasures, you will not tolerate me!

In this case, it is better to strike first. "

After saying that, he cast his eyes on the white-robed female cultivator again, as if he was sizing up her body, with a bit of lust in his eyes. He suddenly said: "Master Qingmeng, if you are willing to practice dual cultivation with me, , I will spare your life, anyway, three Jianggong souls are enough to refine the Ten Thousand Soul Banner."

Fang Qingmeng stared at him coldly, then suddenly moved her eyes and sneered: "Sikong Yin, are you curious why I put six mortals in the team heading south?"

Sikong Yin was stunned for a moment.

This was indeed strange to him.

The team going south was fixed, but the sudden appearance of six more mortals was very strange.

Fang Qingxue was the one who crammed those six mortals in regardless of all costs, and took great care of them after getting on the yellow-skinned gourd.

He never understood why, but because he was just a mortal, he didn't care much.

Fang Qingmeng stared into his eyes and said word by word: "It doesn't matter if you kill me, it doesn't matter if you kill all the Qianhe Sect members here, but if you dare to touch those six people, guess how big the consequences will be." cause and effect?"

Sikong Yin's eyes suddenly widened and he was stunned on the spot.

The blood-robed monk on the side was the leader of the Blood Corpse Sect. He frowned and said, "What kind of background does a mere mortal have?"

The sturdy man in the skeleton armor was the leader of the Ghost Demon Sect. He smiled contemptuously and said in a muffled voice: "Master Sikong, don't be fooled. This girl's mouth is so active. Let her move more later. Tsk tsk tsk, I haven't tasted the Yin Yuan of the Fairy of the Crimson Palace of the Qianhe Sect yet."

But no matter what the two leaders said, Sikong Yin no longer responded.

He thought in doubt, and then suddenly roared at Fang Qingmeng: "This is impossible!"

Fang Qingmeng said lightly: "Not only do you think it's impossible, I also think it's impossible, but it's true."

She became more and more relaxed as she spoke, even with a smile.

"Can you bear this cause and effect?"

When the voice fell, Sikong Yin was already sweating.

The two leaders of the Demon Sect in the southern part of Dachu looked at him in surprise, and didn't know what the two were talking about.