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Qiong Sanlang opened his eyes weakly, looked at Xiao Fang dimly, and said with a sneer, "Yuan, so... so it is."

Xiao Fang raised his eyebrows.

"What are you talking about... Xiao Yanyang, but the descendant of barbarians back then, the Xiao Yanyang who later became a general?" Qiong Sanlang asked.

"Exactly."

"I don't know." Qiong Sanlang said.

"You are really playing tricks on me." Xiao Fang said, but he was not angry, just as if he was stating a fact, "I have always been impatient, and I hate being tricked by others. When you came down from Kunlun Mountain and came to Qinghai, if you hadn't Someone showed you the way, how did you know such a remote secret place in the underworld?"

Xiao Fang smiled coldly, and said: "Shen Tao, do you think that he showed you the way to the underworld, taught you to drink the blood of the Qiong clan, and turned you into this inhuman and ghost, just for your own good? Hehe...you are just a tool for him to enter the underworld. After being used willingly for so many years, you are still protecting him."

Qiong Sanlang's face was instantly defeated, and he said sharply: "Xiao Fang, don't talk nonsense! He is your father!"

"Father?" Xiao Fang sneered, "In his heart, there has never been any family affection between father and son, and his eyes are full of only his master. Xiao Yanyang only has the late emperor in his heart, and everyone knows that he is just a dog domesticated by the late emperor. Enter the underworld, look for seven The great hatred, others thought it was to cure his son me of premature aging, but in fact, he wanted to drag the late emperor out of the coffin and resurrect him after obtaining the seven great hatreds!"

Qiong Sanlang spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xiao Fang grabbed his throat, and the pinched larynx creaked, and asked coldly, "Say, where is he?"

Qiong Sanlang was pinched by Xiao Fang, his face was bruised and his eyes were red, but he opened his mouth and laughed silently, the blood was still gushing out from his mouth crazily, it was beyond terrifying.

"He..." Qiong Sanlang struggled, "Who is he? How do I know...he's there? He's gone long ago! He's gone long ago with the Seven Great Hatreds... Don't you know? You should compare I know his character better."

Xiao Fang let go, and let Qiong Sanlang fall to the ground and cough.

He stood up slowly, rolled up his sleeves, and walked out of the hall slowly.

Looking out from the palace of "Drunkenness, Dreams and Death", Fengdu's "Yin City" is dark, and the towering city walls isolate it from the world. The small underworld built on the mountain is by no means brighter than the real "Yin".Dark clouds hovered and gathered over the underworld.

Only a loud "click!" was heard.

Then the huge thunder rolled through the clouds, shaking people's ears numb.

The big raindrops seemed to be pouring all the rainwater from the sky, they fell madly, and instantly confused the whole vision, the sharp smashing made people's skin hurt and their breathing became short of breath.

Xiao Fang clenched his fist tightly.

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The anger accumulated for many years was provoked more violently by the conversation with Qiong Sanlang than this crazy rain.

It was raining.

The wanton-grown nails pierced Xiao Fangde's palm, and the tingling pain made him think of the person who forced him to trim his nails every three days.

Everyone said that Shen Hao's sword and Xiao Fang's hand were the two most terrifying weapons in the world.

In this world, who dares to hold his hands in the palm of his hand like him, treat them like the most ordinary hands, and carefully trim them?

Seven Seven 49th.

Dried up and died.

What kind of despair and fear is that?

Xiao Fang looked down at the trace of blood flowing from the palm of his hand.

He was suddenly not sure whether what he had insisted on for the past ten years was correct.He wanted to enter the underworld, he wanted to get the Seven Great Hatreds, and he wanted to do something for "him", so that one day he would no longer focus on the late emperor, but on his son.

Now it looks like a laughingstock.

Let him turn upside down, make the martial arts world restless, and go to the evil way, that person named Xiao Yanyang never cares.

He Duwu and Jiang Xiaohua, who were waiting for him in the rain, bowed their heads and stood under the steps at some point. He Duwu wiped his face, clasped his fists and asked, "My lord, what should Qiong Sanlang do?"

Xiao Fang was in a daze for a long time.

It wasn't until the storm gradually subsided that the two people under the steps heard Xiao Fang sigh softly.

"Don't you want to open a furnace to make alchemy? Let him make the first firewood to sacrifice to heaven."

Under the Bafang Copper Furnace, there was a ghostly fire.

The faint blue color is neither hot nor annoying, as if it really came from the underworld. When Qiong Sanlang was thrown into it, he was burned to the point that there was not even ash left.

Xiao Fang looked very tired, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened a bit.

He touched his sleeve, took out a veil and coughed twice, looked down, and saw a few streaks of blood.

"My lord." Jiang Xiaohua exclaimed, looking at him anxiously.

Xiao Fang waved his hand and asked them to place the Seven Great Hatreds in each layer.

He looked up at the largest copper stove above, his eyes darkened, even if he regretted it now, it would be irreversible, his time was running out, and he couldn't go back.

Shen Hao died.

Xiao Fanghuo.

Heaven and earth are destined.