Qin Yang's analysis was not wrong, but he did not take into account his growth rate. Moreover, he still had two catastrophic energy that had not been absorbed. If he absorbed them again, his realm would be greatly improved.

Qin Yang's figure flashed out of the Qingtian Immortal Realm, standing out of thin air, his mind moved, and he knew everything that had happened, what was happening, and what would happen in the Qingtian Immortal Realm in his heart.

"Haha... these guys are indeed very talented. They have all cultivated to the level of celestial immortals or above, and some have even cultivated to the level of Immortal Golden Immortals, which really makes me feel very pleased."

Qin Yang nodded with satisfaction, feeling a little proud. These are the evil spirits he raised, and they are his subordinates. He will continue to train them until they can fight for him. Then he can calmly live behind the scenes, be a hidden master, and manipulate their life and death.

"Well, since you performed so well, I cannot let you down. I will give you a method that points directly to Taiyi Golden Immortal and Daluo Golden Immortal. However, these methods will not be given to you for nothing. You need to go through battles and fight for it yourself."

A distant, mysterious, and vast voice sounded in the world of the sky, and everyone's hearts were heard. Guigu Zongheng, Donghuang Taiyi, Master Xiaomeng and other masters all received this message.

"Have the mysterious man who has disappeared for so long finally reappeared? It seems that this world of sky-covering will cause another bloody storm!" Gai Nie stood on a mountain top, holding the Yuanhong Sword in his hand, with a slightly unbearable expression and sighed.

The white robe, like snowflakes, fluttered in the evening breeze, and contrasted with the remaining red sun in the sky. The sad breath flowed in the sky. Gai Nie tightened his robe, and he seemed to feel a hint of chill that hit his heart.

"The man put the bait, the fish rush to eat, and a storm will soon start on the calm lake. How should our quicksand organization deal with it?" A man in a black robe and head and waist stared at a man in purple opposite and said coldly.

"Haha... Brother Weizhuang is the descendant of Guigu. His cultivation is shocking. With you here, what are we going to be afraid of?" The man in purple smiled and praised the white-haired man.

When the white-haired man heard this, his face suddenly became cold. The pair of cold eyes under his white eyebrows showed a trace of murderous aura. He looked directly at the man in purple, and his sharp eyes stabbed at the man in purple like a sharp sword, as if he wanted to penetrate his body.

"Hahaha... Brother Wei Zhuang, don't worry, you already have a solution, but I just don't know if Brother Wei Zhuang dares to do it?" The man in purple turned his eyes and waved his hands repeatedly, calmly dissolving the white-haired man's aura.

"Since Brother Han has thought of a solution, why not tell me that everyone is in charge of the staff? I wish to listen to Brother Han's opinion." A Confucian disciple in white clothes and black hair knelt at a long table and said with a gentle expression.

"Haha! Gao Jian? Brother Zhang Liang is anxious? But this time I'm afraid Brother Zhang Liang will be disappointed. Only Brother Wei Zhuang can know this plan. I have other arrangements for the others." The man in purple narrowed his eyes and smiled like a self-deprecating smile, but his tone revealed a profound and unfathomable meaning.

"Don't go around the corner, what are our arrangements?" A woman in a tight purple robe smiled with charming eyes and pinched Han Fei's soft flesh.

"It hurts and it hurts... Miss Zi's strength has increased again. Are you afraid that you will not get married in the future?" The man in purple twitched with grinning, but there was a hint of smile in his eyes.

"Hmph, if that person doesn't marry me, I will kill him, which will make him lose his soul and never be reborn." The woman in purple smiled coldly, her tone was cold, like the snow in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month.

When Han Fei heard this, a hint of chill appeared in his heart. His body couldn't help but tremble and smiled awkwardly, "Haha, that person is really miserable. He fell in love with such a strange woman. I don't know if he is lucky or unlucky?"

"Okay, it's better to talk about the serious matter first!" Wei Zhuang shouted coldly and glanced at everyone coldly.

"Haha! OK!" Han Fei smiled embarrassedly, and then informed Wei Zhuang of his plan with his spiritual transmission.

After a stick of incense, Weizhuang drank all the wine in the glass, then threw the wine glass away, stood up and left, and disappeared in the black palace hidden in the clouds.

There is a plaque outside the black palace gate. The above two traditional black fonts are called "Fast Sand".

"He's gone, aren't you worried?" Zi Nu looked at Han Fei curiously, with a scent of searching in her expression.

"I know Brother Wei Zhuang's strength very well. Besides, he is not going to act alone this time, so I am not worried about his safety. What I should worry about should be the people who are hostile to him." Han Fei answered Zi Nu's question while drinking this fine wine.

"Brother Weizhuang is gone, it's time to tell you what you do next." Han Fei finished drinking the American wine in the glass, put away the wine glass, glanced at the broken wine glass on the ground, and a hint of regret appeared in his eyes.

Han Fei assigned tasks to Zi Nu, Zhang Liang, Nong Yu, Honglian, Mo Yu Qilin and Bai Feng. The six people left one by one, but Han Fei did not leave. He closed his eyes lightly, as if he was waiting for someone, a very important person, but this person would not come here, but he needed to find him by himself.

After a cup of tea, Han Fei slowly opened his starry eyes and smiled faintly, "Hehehe... the time has come, it's time to leave."

A purple light flashed, the house was gone, and the black palace disappeared into the clouds, as if it had never appeared before.

The major forces in the world of the sky have made arrangements, and like the Quicksand Organization, they are carrying out various countermeasures.

All the schools of thought, kings, princes, generals and ministers, and also peddlers and pawns. Whether they want to or not, they are already in this game called survival from the moment they enter the world of heaven.

The strong prey on the weak, the winner is the king, and most of them will die in this game if they are weak, and only a few strong people can survive in this troubled world.

During the life-and-death duel held in the past, many people died, including the noble King of Han, the Qin general Zhang Han, or other famous masters, but most of them were ordinary warriors.

That life-and-death duel was a cruel selection contest. Only the winner could get Qin Yang's favor and reward from him, giving them the opportunity to become immortals and ancestors. That battle was also called the first catastrophe by those who survived.

Now that the master of the Sky World has returned, he wants to restart the duel arena again, which will inevitably cause a bloody storm. For this reason, everyone is actively preparing. After tens of millions of years, they are no longer the ignorant child they were originally.

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