Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Looking at Huo Bai's slender white palm, Chai Miao clenched his teeth. He was suppressing the fear in his heart. He didn't want to look at it, but his eyes were attracted to this palm, which occupied his entire mind and made him unable to pull it out. , can’t let go.

He's going to die, just like that?

My happy life of nearly a hundred years is about to end in this unknown place, right here, right now.

Chai Miao stared at Huo Bai's outstretched palm, and the experiences of the first half of his life began to flash through his mind. At this last moment, what came to his mind the most was his wife and those useless children.

What would they do if they died like this? Without her own protection, will those collateral disciples who used to look at her face take revenge on them?

Thinking of this, Chai Miao felt more fear in her heart, and her whole body froze.

Huo Bai looked at the dull-looking middle-aged monk in front of him, frowned, reached to the side, grabbed another monk, and then used his skills to search for souls.

"It shouldn't be me, I'm behind."

With inexplicable sadness, the monk also followed in the footsteps of his predecessors. After that, Huo Bai left him and looked at Fang Qingyuan.

Although soul searching is overbearing, the effective information that can be obtained is very fragmented. It is extremely challenging to find exactly the scoop of water you need in the long river of memory information of a foundation-building monk's seventy or eighty years of life. The skill of the soul searcher.

The higher the soul searcher's cultivation level, the better the soul search effect. Although Huo Bai is a golden elixir monk, there are always a lot of inconveniences in searching for the souls of these foundation-building monks.

If he were searching for the souls of Qi Refining monks or mortals, Huo Bai would definitely be able to read them one by one like a book, but right now, a large part of the information has been missed.

Huo Bai was not good at soul searching. His current soul searching behavior was what he had just discussed with Fang Qingyuan. He searched the souls of two foundation-building monks one after another, but Huo Bai did not get any effective information.

Moreover, the two monks were in the early stage of foundation establishment just now, and now there are two mid-stage foundation establishments and one who is unconscious in the late stage of foundation establishment. Huo Bai is even less sure.

After receiving Huo Bai's signal, Fang Qingyuan stepped forward and came to Chai Miao. He knelt down and asked:

"I just want to ask, do you want to live or die?"

Chai Miao raised his head and looked at Fang Qingyuan. His eyes were full of tears at this time. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die now, and he didn't want to die having his soul searched.

He just looked at the pain of soul searching and felt that he couldn't bear it. The voice of Qingyuan under his eyes was like a straw falling into the water. He tried desperately to catch it.

"I want to live, I want to live, I can't just die like this, my family is still waiting for me, I'm still young, and there is still the possibility of going further, please let me go, please have mercy."

Faced with the great fear of death, Chai Miao, the foundation-building monk and the majestic head of the family in the eyes of others, cried like a child.

Seeing Chai Miao's emotional breakdown, Fang Qingyuan sympathized with him and comforted him:

"It's okay. It's a normal reaction for you to want to live. There is no need to be ashamed of it. It's just that I still want to ask you for a favor right now?"

Chai Miao wiped the tears from his eyes and asked in panic:

"What's the deal?"

Fang Qingyuan pointed at the mid-stage foundation-building monk next to Chai Miao and whispered to him:

"Kill him for me."

"No, no! I can't do this. I'm willing to give you the spirit stone. I'll give you everything I have. Please let me go."

Chai Miao retreated continuously. At this time, his spiritual power was blocked by Huo Bai, and he could not use any of his magical powers. This move of retreating on the ground seemed very ridiculous.

Fang Qingyuan's face turned cold, he looked at Chai Miao and said:

"Since you are unwilling, then I will untie him and ask him if he is willing to do me this favor. But if I ask, there will be no room for you to regret it."

Chai Miao paused. He looked at his fellow disciple who was imprisoned beside him. A look of guilt flashed across his face. He didn't dare to gamble.

When Fang Qingyuan saw this, he knew it was done, so he took out a magic sword from his storage bag, threw it to Chai Miao, and signaled to him:

"Hurry up, we don't have much time."

Chai Miao grabbed the magic sword on the ground, not daring to look at his fellow disciple. He turned his head and murmured:

"I'm sorry, I will pay you back in my next life."

After saying that, Chai Miao raised the magic sword with great difficulty, and pierced the heart of the fellow disciple beside him.

Chai Wenzhai woke up slowly. He opened his eyes and found that he was in a prison. He felt that the magic power in his body was empty and he could not sense anything.

Being banned, Chai Wenzhai remembered the last scene before he fell into coma, a huge white demon tiger, a ferocious mouth, and a roar that shocked the soul.

These scenes were repeated in Chai Wenzhai's mind. After a long time, Chai Wenzhai gave up because he found that he could not avoid this move no matter what.

Huo family? So young, it should be Huo Bai. No matter how many times, how could this Huo Bai come here? With one careless move, he lost everything. It’s a pity that this opportunity was missed. If he could be the new general officer of the Southern Xinjiang Royal Beast Sect, If the first one is severely damaged, the face of the Southern Border Beast Control Sect will be completely trampled into the soil. How can they have the face to compete with our Lingmu.

'Well. ’

At this time, a groan attracted Chai Wenzhai's attention. He looked around and found a monk lying in the prison next door, and he looked much more miserable than himself.

"Chai Miao?"

Chai Wenzhai made a sound of surprise. Hearing Chai Wenzhai's call, the monk on the ground reluctantly sat up, revealing his miserable body. His body was covered with traces of punishment, which looked shocking.

"Ah, Chief Wenzhai, I'm fine."

Chai Miao showed a bloody smile to Chai Wenzhai, trying to prove to him that he was fine, but looking at him like this, Chai Wenzhai always felt as if Chai Miao was about to die.

"You're here too, is there anyone else?"

Chai Wenzhai felt cold in his heart. Seeing Chai Miao looking like this, he could feel his next fate.

Just when Chai Miao wanted to reply, Fang Qingyuan's voice came from the prison door. He walked in with Situ Jingyu and asked with a smile:

"You two had a good chat, but I have to trouble you to live here for a while. When the forces behind you pay the ransom, I will let you go back."

Seeing Fang Qingyuan's triumphant look, Chai Wenzhai was very calm and asked:

"Is this a trap set by you? You deliberately went to the Qifu Alliance to see Kuai Tong and Qi Wushuang, hoping to lure us into action and get back the fight."

Regarding Chai Wenzhai's guess, Fang Qingyuan just kept a mysterious smile. He did not give any answer and let Chai Wenzhai guess. After waiting for a while, Fang Qingyuan had enough laughter and then went out with Situ Jingyu.

Inside the prison, Chai Wenzhai and Chai Miao continued to talk.

After leaving the prison door, Situ Jingyu looked at Fang Qingyuan with complicated eyes. The methods Fang Qingyuan used in the unknown mountain stream made her feel very uncomfortable.

He forced Chai Miao to massacre his fellow disciples with his own hands, then severely injured Chai Miao, and sent him to Chai Wenzhai as an internal response, so that Chai Miao could gain Chai Wenzhai's trust and continue to deliver news after he was released to the Lingmu League.

Although Fang Qingyuan did these things as a matter of course, Situ Jingyu, who had grown up in the cave fire domain for a long time, could not accept it for a while.

In Situ Jingyu's eyes, he could fight vigorously, but even if he lost, he would blame himself for not being as skilled as others. How could he resort to such despicable means.

Faced with Situ Jingyu's little mood, Fang Qingyuan did not explain. In this position, he must do all kinds of dark things, otherwise he might as well continue to go back to Yuanling Mountain to practice hard, so as not to drag down the sect.

Fang Qingyuan understood this kind of awareness the day she became the head of the Shuwu Peak. Regarding Situ Jingyu, Fang Qingyuan felt that if she still couldn't change her mind, she could only remove her from her side in the future, so as not to save her someday. , Situ Jingyu turned back.

For a moment, Fang Qingyuan's attitude was a little subtle, but Situ Jingyu was still immersed in his own inner tangle and had no idea about it.