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Chapter 330 The Hand of Terror!

What happened?" Wu Neng looked at Zhi'er.

Zhi'er didn't say anything, but stretched out his right hand and made a stroke in the air.

A burst of blue light appeared, and the perspective in the spiritual mirror was magnified several times.

At this time, you can clearly see the Zheng family warriors lying on the ground.

Most of the warriors were dead, and a few warriors were seriously injured and dying.

But even so, Wu Neng still didn't see anything unusual.

"You should tell me..."

Wu Neng was speaking, but his expression changed.

He suddenly noticed that a body lying on the edge of the pit suddenly disappeared!

He thought he was dazzled, so he took a few steps forward and got closer to the spiritual mirror.

At this time, another corpse within sight disappeared out of thin air!

This time, Wu can be sure that he saw it right!

How is this going!?

The corpses lying on the ground are disappearing one after another!

Wu Neng leaned in front of the spiritual mirror and wanted to see more clearly.

"You stand back!"

Zhi'er shouted, waving his hand again. He continued to move the perspective of the spiritual mirror downward until it was directly above one of the corpses.

The entire content of the spiritual mirror is this corpse.

In this way, you can clearly see how the body disappeared.

The room was unusually quiet.

Both Zhi'er and Wu Neng stared at the corpse in the spiritual mirror, waiting for the moment it disappeared.

After about half a minute, the body in the picture disappeared!

Wu Neng saw nothing clearly!

It just disappeared out of thin air!

Wu Neng turned to look at Zhi'er, his eyes full of horror, and asked, "What on earth is going on?"

Zhi'er looked solemn, thought for a while, then stretched out his hands to seal.

The spiritual mirror glowed with light.

Then, the corpse returned to the screen.

"Slow down and watch again."

Zhi'er stood up and walked to the spiritual mirror.

At this time, the speed of the images in the spiritual mirror dropped to one-tenth of its previous speed.

After waiting for a few seconds, the screen changed.

A white shadow flashed over the corpse, and then the corpse disappeared.

"Slow down a little more! Look what this white shadow is!" Wu Neng said.

Zhi'er activated the magic formula again, reducing the speed of the image in the spiritual mirror to one-twentieth of the extreme.

Then, the white shadow appeared again in the picture.

This time, both Zhi'er and Wu Neng saw the silver outline, and their faces turned pale!

Judging from the outline, this is a hand!

An extremely pale hand!

This hand pressed on the corpse, and the corpse shrank into tiny blood cells in an instant, and was sucked into the palm of this hand!

After seeing clearly how the body disappeared, both Zhi'er and Wu Neng's eyes were full of horror.

They have never seen such a method.

"Look again, where does this hand extend from?" Wu Neng said.

Just when Zhi'er wanted to activate the spiritual mirror.

"Crack!"

The spiritual mirror floating in the air suddenly exploded!

Zhi'er and Wu Neng trembled!

"This..." Wu Neng turned to look at Zhi'er.

"The spirit body... has been discovered." Zhi'er said with a pale face.

This was the first time for Wu Neng that Zhi'er showed such a frightened expression.

After a long silence, Wu Neng asked: "What... now?"

Zhi'er glanced at Wu Neng, took a deep breath, and said, "Report this to your superiors."

"Then what? Fang Yu's side..." Wu Neng was still shocked when he thought of the huge crater with a radius of several hundred meters that appeared in the Zheng family manor.

If that giant pit was caused by Fang Yu, then Fang Yu is not something he and Zhi'er can fight against, let alone capture Fang Yu.

"Report Fang Yu's situation together. Why are you so stupid?" Zhi'er's face recovered a lot and she said.

Wu Neng snorted coldly, turned around and walked out.



When we returned to Nandu, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

Fang Yu returned to the downstairs of the apartment and saw Qin Lang still following him, so he stopped and asked, "Why are you still following me? Aren't you going back to the capital?"

"Uh..." Qin Lang scratched his head.

He didn't know why he followed Fang Yu back to the apartment.

"Thank you for sending my sword. Have a nice journey." Fang Yu said.

Seeing Fang Yu's expulsion order, Qin Lang smiled awkwardly and said: "Master Fang, I still have some things to deal with when I stay in Nandu, and I won't be returning to the capital for a short time."

"I will temporarily stay at the Shengtian Hotel during this period. Master Fang, if you need my help with anything, you can contact me at any time."

"Okay, thank you." Fang Yu said, turned around and left.

"Master Fang, I have a question. I wonder if you are willing to answer it..." Qin Lang quickly called out to Fang Yu.

"What's the problem?" Fang Yu asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"I want to know. What is the name of your sword?" Qin Lang looked at Fang Yu, his eyes shining, and asked curiously.

"Tiandao Sword." Fang Yu replied.

"Tiandao Sword..." Qin Lang repeated.

"If you are so interested in this sword, I can lend it to you to wield for a few days. Then you can return it to me." Fang Yu said, taking out the broken sword from the storage bag.

"No, no, no..." Qin Lang waved his hand quickly and said.

Recalling the scene where Fang Yu wielded the Tiandao Sword against Zheng Yan's power of annihilation, Qin Lang was shocked and passionate.

It can be said that Fang Yu in that scene is the perfect interpretation of a strong man in Qin Lang's mind!

This Heavenly Sword is simply not something someone of his level can use!

"Master Fang, I'm leaving first." Qin Lang hugged Fang Yu and turned around to leave.

Fang Yu looked at Qin Lang's leaving figure and said to himself: "That kid Qin Wudao has done a good job in educating future generations."



After returning home, Fang Yu sat on the sofa and drank a glass of boiled water.

After dealing with the Zheng family, he will return his focus to Ziyan Palace.

"Jiandao..."

It is difficult to find someone all over the world, even if you know their face and name.

What's more, the people in Ziyan Palace are hiding in other people's bodies in the form of souls, which makes them even more difficult to find.

Both their names and appearance are completely different from what they were before.

Therefore, there is still only one entry point to find Jiangdao.

That is Zi Yan.

"You still have to find someone to help."

After thinking about this clearly, Fang Yu leaned on the sofa and took out the Tiandao Sword from the storage bag.

The original owner of this sword was his master, Daotian.

Before Daotian ascended, he passed the Tiandao Sword to Fang Yu.

"The existence of this sword is longer than the life span of me and you combined. In the future, you can compete with it to see who has longer life. I hope you can win." Daotian said to Fang Yu.

Since then, Tiandao Sword has become Fang Yu's exclusive weapon.

After seven days and seven nights of fighting with Ziyan Palace, the Tiandao Sword broke, with only half of the blade left.

However, even if it is broken in half, its effect has not been reduced at all, and it can still cut off everything.

Sixty years ago, Fang Yu lent the Tiandao Sword to Qin Wudao.

After Qin Wudao used it, he kept it for Fang Yu. It was not until today that it returned to Fang Yu's hands.

"Alas, you look very old." Fang Yu stroked the rusty surface of the broken sword and said, "I'm afraid I'm going to win the competition that Master mentioned."



At noon the next day, Fang Yu came to Nandu University.

Nandu University is the best university in Huaibei, with a large campus.

It is now late August, and school starts in less than a week.

Many sophomores and juniors have returned to school and are preparing to attend classes.

Fang Yu walked in from the gate, passed a school road lined with cherry blossom trees, and came to an office building.

In the personnel office on the third floor, Fang Yu met Guo Gang.

"Mr. Fang! Hello, hello!" Guo Gang held Fang Yu's hand with an excited expression.

"I'm here to sign a contract." Fang Yu said.

"I have been congratulating you for your arrival! The contract is here, please take a look." Guo Gang placed a contract in front of Fang Yu's desk.

"After signing, you will be our youngest visiting professor at Nandu University!"

"As for salary, if Mr. Fang has requirements, we can discuss it in detail..." Guo Gang looked at Fang Yu and said.

Fang Yu didn't care about the salary. He glanced at the contract casually and signed his name.

"Is there nothing else?" Fang Yu said.

"No, I will inform Mr. Fang when I have arranged the course!" Guo Gang said happily.

Fang Yu nodded, turned and left the Human Resources Office.

Walking back to the school road, Fang Yu looked around boredly.

At this moment, a gust of fragrant wind blew in front of him, followed by a scream.

Fang Yu reacted quickly and dodged sideways.

"puff!"

A girl fell on the ground next to Fang Yu.


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