Today, the disciples who left Huo Dao Gate were shocked and confused. I saw that the sky was constantly falling in the same place and all in the same place, which made them think in their minds.
Zhangmen Lord and others have been in the thunderbolt. Although Xue's ancestor looks calm, the cold sweat in his hand is proved that he is nervous at this moment.
The two black -and -white paper people felt that he could not defeat him at all. Even after the black paper man shot, he had lost his resistance in his heart. He only thought about how to save his life.
Now Wu Cai, who is away from Huo Dao Gate, has fallen in succession, but it is nothing in his heart.
Even if it is separated from Huo Dao Gate because of today's affairs, he has hope that he is in hope. His life is the foundation of the Gate of Fire Road!
"I should have thought that how can Daqian Daomen go out such masters, and I don't know which top Taoist martial arts are from. It is rumored that it is true.
Xue's ancestor was undulating.
Then he pressed down his messy mood and carefully looked at Fang Chen.
"Xiao Xue."
"exist!"
Xue Zu immediately responded.
"What is the situation between the Xianqin tribe and the Langya tribe? Who is better to win?"
Fang Chen asked casually.
Xue's ancestors showed an embarrassing color, "I have been retreating before below, and I have no time to pay attention to the matter.
Seeing Fang Chen's displeased face, Xue's ancestor immediately said: "You, please, you will have a record later, I ordered someone to get it."
"Go."
Fang Chen nodded gently.
The ancestor Xue immediately instructed a gas -refined to go to Zhangmen's Dongfu.
Fang Chen reached out and glanced at it. Inside was Zhangmen's record of this war, but there were not many war records. It was more about how to use Qin to improve the strength of the departure door in this war.
Fang Chen roughly read the record, and I also have a little bit of understanding of the situation today.
The Xianqin tribe has completely fell into the wind in this war. It was originally to hit the boundaries of the Langya tribe. Now, the Langya tribe joined forces to hit the hinterland of the Xianqin tribe all the way.
The strength of the two sides is completely unbalanced, and the Xianqin tribe can only be beaten passively.
Among the more than a hundred famous tribes, six Chengdu stood by Langya.
"Blood spirit education should be intervened, but I did not expect that the Langya tribe seemed to have been prepared for a long time.
Fang Chen sighed a little.
There are almost no fuel -saving lamps in these older generations. If it wasn't for the Langya tribe, they should have been stalemate today. This is what Blood Spirit is most wanted to see.
"Go."
Fang Chen put away Yu Jian and turned to leave.
Li Daoye and Elder Xu quickly followed.
Where do you dare to stop the Monter of Lihuo Daomen nearby, they hid aside, and they watched them left.
Xue's ancestor was stunned for a while, and it was certain that Fang Chen did not continue to stay at the door of the fire, and then he spit out a bite of turbid air.
He glanced at the messy traces on the scene, his eyes became more and more gloomy, and he signaled that the disciples around him would retreat, and then took out a Xuantian mirror.
"Xue Lingjun, what's the matter?"
There was a magnetic voice in Xuantian Mirror. He only listened from his voice. The owner is likely to be a son of Yushu Lingfeng. The voice is elegant and a hint of majesty.
"Yao Yao Lingjun, one appeared in Cangdao Mansion ..."
Xue's ancestor had just opened his hand but saw his hands empty. Xuan Tianjing had left his hands and appeared in the hands of Black Paper.
"you……"
Xue Laozu trembled, watching the black and white paper man, and Fang Chen who went back.
"Xue Lingjun, are you in trouble?"
The voice sounded again, Fang Chen did not go to see Xuantian Jing, and took it into the storage ring from the black paper man.
Since the ancestor Xue was a blood spirit, he was so respectful to the Yaoyang Lingjun, and he had to make a message as soon as possible, indicating that the two were superior in the blood spirit education between the two.
The other party is either distracted or fit, and it is not suitable for his strength and cards today.
"Xiao Xue, are you the spiritual prince of blood spirit education?"
Fang Chen smiled.
Xue's ancestor said in a surprise: "Blood Spirit Ling Jun? You misunderstood, it has nothing to do with the blood spirit education in the bottom, and he has never even seen the blood spiritism."
"As Lingjun, should you control a list of many people? Can you use this list to change your life?"
Fang Chen Road.
Xue's ancestor saw Fang Chen ignored his own argument, and mentioned the list directly, his face became extremely irony.
Silently, he suddenly laughed, and his expression became extremely easy: "You did not find my identity long ago? Before everything was just an excuse, right?
If you know so, you just need to install a pair of greedy and afraid of death at the bottom, but let the disciples under the door watch a joke. "
"If there is no wrong guess, you should be born from Slim Lingshi? Well, only Cut Lingshi has been looking for us in trouble these years.
How can I take the initiative to come to the door. "
Xue's ancestor sighed lightly: "With such a means, I have aware of the purpose of my blood spirit. I am not waiting for the evil cultivation in your eyes. All we do is just for this side for this side.
The monk of heaven and earth. "
"So, don't you plan to use a list to change your life?"
Fangchen said faintly.
Xue's ancestor smiled: "Even if I hand over the list? The people above are just a drop in the sea of blood spirit education. You don't know how much effort did the ancestors put on the world's life.
, Emperor Tian, there are me, I am waiting. "
"What's more, with my understanding of you, even if I hand over the list, there will be no doubt. You teach on blood spirit ... never keep your hand, how can I come?"
Xue's ancestor seemed to be full of confidence in the blood spirit education. Even if he was in danger, he had an inexplicable sense of pride.
The two empires of the sky.
"In this case, Xiaobai Xiaohei, send Xue Lingjun to the road."
Fang Chen nodded gently.
Xue's ancestor did not resist, as if he knew how to resist, he would only die in the hands of black and white paper people.
After a few interests, a zero -scattered corpse left on the ground, but a virtual shadow stood up from the fragmented corpse. After looking at Fang Chen, he turned to leave.
This is not Xue's ancestor's Yuan Ying, and his Yuan Ying also dissipated under the brush of black and white paper people.
"Shizi, do you want to break his cause and effect?"
The white paper man asked softly.
Fang Chen nodded, gently waved his sleeve robe, and the crushed person on the first corpse was peeled off layer by layer.
The imaginary shadow, who was ready to leave, was suddenly pulled back by a suction force. His indifferent expression turned into an endless panic. He was pulled back to the corpse's head without resistance.
Human skin was finally worn by white paper people, refining, melting. After all this, Fang Chen picked up the storage ring left by Xue Lingjun, and took the black and white paper people to leave calmly.