In a bamboo house.

On the bamboo bed, a figure lay in a sluggish state, pale face, breathing faintly, and his chest was collapsed. He was obviously severely injured. Judging from his face, he was the chief of the Holy Palace, Ning Mo.

"You two chiefs are going to chase a Jin Zhang, but they are actually made like this embarrassing?" A laugh sounded beside the bamboo bed, but although the sound was smiling, the cold and cold air emitted from it made Wang Yuan's face tremble slightly.

He raised his head and looked to the left, and saw a thin man there. The man had extremely fair skin and a smile on his lips, but his pupils looked a little scarlet.

Her slender and fair fingers crossed, and she looked at Wang Yuan and Ning Mo lying on the bamboo bed with a smile.

One is the chief of the Blood Temple of the Holy Palace, Fan Yao!

Wang Yuan said: "Cang Xuanzong came to a chief rescue, and Ning Mo was severely injured by him."

"Oh?" Fan Yao smiled lightly, "Is it Tang Muxin, the chief of Cang Xuanfeng?"

Wang Yuan's face was slightly stiff, and after a while, he said: "He is the new chief of Shengyuan Peak, named Zhou Yuan."

When the sound fell, he could feel Fan Yao's gaze stopping on him, and then a playful voice sounded: "Shengyuan Peak? Are you talking about the Shengyuan Peak that Cang Xuan Sect has been declining for many years?"

"I heard that the chief of Shengyuan Peak is always at the last place among the seven peaks of Cangxuan Sect. He can actually defeat Ning Mo? Haha, is it because you are too poor in your ability, or is our news too behind?"

When Wang Yuan's face was sarcastic in Fan Yao's voice, he looked a little unfair, and snorted, "That boy's source energy and stars have also reached a rate of over ten thousand, which is not simple."

But he immediately suppressed his emotions and asked, "What should I do now?" Fan

Yao Tantan glanced at him and said, "I have been seriously injured and I still have a breath. With the conditions here, it is impossible to heal him. Moreover, even if he barely recovers his wounds, he is afraid he has no power. He is not even as good as an ordinary disciple." Wang

Yuan frowned. In this way, Ning Mo is now almost a burden.

Fan Yao's slightly scarlet pupils swept through Ning Mo, who was lying on the bamboo bed, and a ray of blood flashed through his eyes. Then he stepped forward, played with his body, and said softly: "Ning Mo, since you have no power at the moment, then give more money for our Holy Palace..."

Ning Mo, with a pale face, suddenly opened his eyes, stared at Fan Yao tightly, and said hoarsely: "What are you going to do?!" Fan

The demon smiled slightly, his smile seemed extremely cold. His palm slowly floated on Ning Mo's lower abdomen and said, "Leave the four-color magical treasures you have worked hard to condense and leave them to me to keep."

He grabbed the palm of his palm, and blood surging in his palm. He saw four-colored light surging in Ning Mo's body, as if a ball of four-colored light slowly rose from his body.

Mo's body trembled violently, and his face became ferocious. He stretched out his palm to grab Fan Yao's neck. However, at this time, his source energy was difficult to activate. Fan Yao ignored such power.

Fan Yao looked at the four-color light ball rising from Ning Mo's body with a smile, and finally grabbed it completely in his hand. It was a real thing, with four-color light wrapped around it.

It is the four-color magical treasure that Ning Mo has condensed after working hard.

The magical treasure in his body was forcibly stripped away, and Ning Mo's body also twisted in pain. He stared at Fan Yao tightly, his eyes full of resentment. Finally, his body gradually collapsed and his vitality disappeared.

He was already in a severe injury, and was obviously directly tortured by Fan Yaosheng to death.

"Fan Yao, you!" Wang Yuan on the side was also a little shocked. He didn't expect that Fan Yao would be so vicious that he took away his magical treasure when Ning Mo was severely injured.

The demon glanced at him, then slashed his palm, and the four-color magical treasures in his hand were divided, and 40% of them were pushed towards Wang Yuan by him."

He is incompetent and loses the face of our Holy Palace. Naturally, he should be punished. Moreover, in his state, following us is just a burden. Do you think we have the extra power to take care of him?" Fan Yao said lightly.

Yuan looked at the four-color light floating in front of him, and the rich mysterious essence contained in it made him feel excited.

You know our next purpose is a six-color treasure land, a clue I pried out from the mouth of a Little Leimen Chief. If we work together, no one can compete with this area."

Without Ning Mo, we can share more." Fan Yao's tone was without any emotion.

Yuan's eyes were changing."

And the culprit of this matter is the chief of the Shengyuan Peak of Cang Xuanzong. I promise you that if that kid dares to stay in this area, I will drain his blood to avenge Ning Mo."

The demon stared at Wang Yuan, lifted the ball of strong four-color light, and placed it in front of the latter. A ruthless luster flowed in his scarlet pupils: "Wang Yuan, you won't be tragic to me for a dead guy, right?" Wang Yuan said.

Yuan looked up at Fan Yao, but in the end he didn't say anything. Instead, he took the ball of four-colored light. A hint of greed flashed through his eyes and put it away without hesitation.

"A wise choice." Fan Yao said with a smile.

Wang Yuan snorted coldly, he looked at Ning Mo's gradually cold body and said, "I will tell other disciples that Ning Mo's death was caused by Zhou Yuan. We tried our best to save it, but it was not saved." Fan

The demon nodded in agreement.

"Put his body away, with such abundant flesh and blood, I will have a function in the future..." He said with a smile, turned around and walked out of the bamboo house.

Outside the bamboo house, there were many disciples of the Holy Palace. Fan Yao held a jade slip in his hand and a map of light appeared in front of him. His eyes were staring at some point, and a strong greed appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Six-color treasure land.

Six-colored magical treasures, even the holy sons of their holy palace will covet them. Now I didn’t expect that in this outer area of ​​Xuanyuan Cave Heaven, there will be a lot of people...

This is his chance.

When Fan Yao's heart was surging, a ray of light and shadow suddenly came from afar and landed in front of him, saying, "Chief Fan Yao, there is news coming, it seems that he has discovered a team from the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace that has entered this area."

The Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace?" Fan Yao frowned slightly, his pale fingers crossed, and murmured: "Did they also know the news about the Six Colored Treasure Land?"

"And..." The disciple in front of him paused and said again: "It seems that the people from Cang Xuan Sect did not leave this area, but were heading towards the east."

When Fan Yao heard this, he was stunned and his eyes were turned to the location of the six-color treasure land on the map. Then a touch of playfulness was raised at the corner of his mouth, and the coldness in his eyes made the temperature around him lower.

These bastards in Xiao Leimen have a looser mouth than their belts. It’s a good secret, and it seems that the whole world knows..."

A group of things that don’t know what they are alive and dead.” He murmured with a smile.

But it's good, I'll help my good brother Ning Mo avenge him, which can be regarded as a memorial service..."
Chapter completed!