When the enchanting flowers bloomed with brilliance in the darkness, making people intoxicated and almost lost, there was a sound outside, making the entire secret room shake.
This only shows that the strength of the visitor is extremely terrifying, and he cannot even stop the killing formation. Li Ruonan looked solemn and said, "Are we exposed?"
Fang Zhihui was unexpectedly not worried, and sighed: "Okay, if we are exposed, we can end the matter here."
Li Ruonan changed his expression and said: "Zhihui, what do you want to do? The person coming may be a master in the Dao-killing realm, and half of the conspiracy will not work."
"Conspiracy?" Fang Zhihui smiled faintly and said, "When did I say there was a conspiracy!"
There is a chess piece protruding from the stone table. If you don't look carefully, it will be difficult to find that the most critical place is surrounded by nine halos. This is the word "handsome", which dominates the overall situation and shines with brilliance.
When Fang Zhihui pressed the "handsome" chess piece, the surrounding environment changed. The spiritual energy was like a leaking balloon, constantly fluttering. The whole secret was that balloon.
The flowers in the dark corner made a squeaking sound, feeling the change in the environment, trembling non-stop, and the fragrance came out, and the fans were in the space.
Fang Zhihui said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"
After saying that, he opened another escape passage on the wall and got in. Li Ruonan struggled for a long time before sighing and leaving.
At this time, the strange quietness of the space formed a distinct rival to the deafening noise outside. There was a rumble, the wall shattered, and a tall figure stood in front of the door. He saw the mysterious flowers, his eyes shot out two rays of light, and he laughed.
: "Finally got it!"
He stretched out his palm and grabbed the mysterious flower. Just as he was about to succeed, the man suddenly screamed and fell into a mist.
The man quickly lost consciousness and seemed to be immersed in an ethereal world from which he could not extricate himself. In that world, he did whatever he wanted. At some point, his body was pierced by a sword, his head fell to the ground, his eyes protruded, and he refused to close his eyes until death.
A master in the Dao-killing realm cannot die anymore. The owner of the sharp sword is a new master. He did not expect to succeed so easily because he was only a strong man in the Danjin realm and did not realize that he was killing people.
, is a great master in the Tao-killing realm.
The fragrance of flowers fills the air, desire surges in the space, and everyone who enters falls into a state of ecstasy, seeing all life around them as monsters and monsters.
Blood and swords flew together, lives withered one by one, and everyone who came in didn't know how they died. When the space was full of broken arms and limbs, it was disgusting, and there was only one killer left. He was good at killing people and hiding in the darkness.
, at the most critical moment, he killed the seriously injured opponent and looked at the fluorescent flowers not far away, his eyes bursting with greedy desire.
However, the space suddenly collapsed and the way out was blocked. The killer roared and was buried on the ground, never to see the light of day again.
Outside the conspiracy, Fang Zhihui looked calmly at the destroyed Yin Tower with a calm expression. She didn't know how many people had been killed just now, or how much the mysterious flower had been lost, but she understood that since this battle, Xijing City had targeted Fang.
At least half of the masters in the family were missing, and even 90% of the masters died in the basement, and the initiator was Lei Feng who helped design a complete set of self-killing formations.
Lei Feng naturally knew about the existence of Lost, but when he saw the mysterious flower, he lost control, because this magical plant that can control people's will is too rare, but he has seen it at least three times, one at Chu Tingting's home, and the other
One time was in the Sky Tomb...
He designed a sure-kill formation, using the power of the mysterious flowers and the mechanisms in the surrounding space, to prevent it from becoming a sure-kill move. He was told not to use it unless absolutely necessary. Unfortunately, time passed too quickly.
Li Ruonan's face was complicated and he sighed: "It's all ruined..."
There was no regret in Fang Zhihui's tone, and she said coldly: "Isn't this good? The Fang family doesn't want to participate in the disputes in the world. Too many people have died."
Li Ruonan sighed secretly and did not continue. Fang Zhihui suddenly said: "Ruonan, if you insisted on getting something like that just now, you might be a dead person by now."
Li Ruonan's face changed slightly, remembering the vibration in the basement just now, his whole body was cold, and he looked at Fang Zhihui with complicated eyes, secretly wondering when his best friend became so murderous and incomprehensible?
In the past, Fang Zhihui was more than intelligent, but lacked murderous intent, making it difficult to subdue a real master. However, judging from her interactions with him during this period, things were far from being as simple as they seemed.
Fang Zhihui's next words revealed the reason: "Actually, I am the Fang family member who least wants to see bloodshed. But if there is no bloodshed now, more blood will be shed in the future. So a long time ago, I have learned to use force."
, even if I feel so sick that I vomit my intestines out, I will persevere for the future of the Fang family."
"Lei Feng is right. Some people never know respect and fear without being taught by blood." Fang Zhihui said quietly, "I wonder how Lei Feng is doing now?"
"Ji people have their own destiny. He is not a short-lived person." Li Ruonan was angry in her heart, but comforted her. She actually wished that Lei Feng was killed immediately, because his introduction ruined the big plan.
The Yin Tower was destroyed, and the Yin evil spirit was gathered by a bronze vessel, surrounding it. It had no effect on the other party's courtyard for the time being. This was also a magic weapon that the Feng Shui master had prepared to avoid any eventuality, and now it came in handy.
After that, the conspiracy needs to be filled with loess within 48 hours, and then ninety-nine green trees are transplanted on top to dissolve the murderous atmosphere.
The compound cannot be inhabited, so Fang Zhihui moved to another villa. The villa is located in the city center and has a good landscape. Looking at the scenery of the Wei River, there are many tourists and colorful lights are shining. Unknowingly, it is already dark.
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I groped for a few books beside the bed, which were all brought from the apartment, including Gibran's essays that Pan Xiaoting had often read, and Hegel's philosophy books.
Li Ruonan sat outside the living room, looking at the steam on the teacup. After hesitating for a long time, he finally walked out of the villa door. Looking at the departing figure through the window, Fang Zhihui murmured: "You are right, you can't be defensive.
none!"
Li Ruonan came to a residential house in the city center. It was very remote, but very clean. It was a piece of undeveloped land that had been hoarded for two years and cost 400 million. The top was grassland and a few dilapidated houses awaiting demolition, while the bottom was
It's another world.
Yaowang Valley has an underground city in Nanyuan, and there is a replica of the Tianxuan Stele under the city. It is lifelike and imprints the essence of the owner of the valley, protecting the safety of the disciples of Yaowang Valley in Xijing City.
Compared with the ridiculous decoration of the underground palace in Yaowang Valley, this place is as simple as a cellar. Simple tables and chairs, dry air, and an existing underground river.
There is only a pavilion next to the tables and chairs, and around the pavilion is a ten-foot-wide pond. The pond is dotted with lotus flowers in late autumn. Through the transformation of the aura vents, it is like greenhouse vegetables in Northeastern vegetable fields, blooming out of season and bearing fruit.
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In the pavilion, an old man was sitting upright. The vitality around him was exhausted from his body, turning into streams of pure energy to nourish the meridians.
Li Ruonan's arrival did not make the old man open his eyes. He looked like an ancient man who had passed away. His whole body was filled with a musty smell that could be smelled from a long distance away.
Li Ruonan bowed and said: "Master, the situation has changed a bit. The Fang family destroyed such things and killed more than a dozen masters."
The old man opened his eyes and shot out two rays of light, which made Li Ruonan's face change slightly. He felt that his soul was being oppressed and it was difficult to breathe. His body seemed to have sunk into the bottom of the water. He was tied up with big blue stones and couldn't break free. It was extremely uncomfortable.
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"Has the Fang family's altar been set up?" the old man said softly, but his voice was extremely cold and there was no expression on his face.
Li Ruonan lowered his head and said: "It has been completed. The Seven Evil Formations are set up to communicate with the Tianxuan Qi leaked from the Sky Tomb. It will have a slight impact on the fate of the people inside."
"Go down." The old man waved his hand.
Li Ruonan hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "Master, do we have to kill everyone on the opposite side? Is the junior sister still inside?"
The old man glanced at Li Ruonan and just snorted slightly. Li Ruonan seemed to have been hit hard, his soul was stinging, his spirit collapsed, and he fell to the ground.
"Wuhua Pavilion lost two masters and was damaged in Xijing City. Do you naively think that this is the end of the matter?" The old man said coldly, "The massacre that happened twenty years ago was for no reason, Wuhua
All the essence of the pavilion has been destroyed, which has greatly damaged our vitality. If we don't do something, how can we explain to the dead?"
Twenty years ago, the old man from Tian Tomb killed all the masters on Tian Street with one slap, setting a record of one-time killing by a saint. No matter whether they were masters of the Holy Land, or casual cultivators, whether they were in the sub-sage or Yuan Jin realm, all of them were killed.
Low profile.
The entire street was flooded with blood, and broken arms and limbs were scattered on the ground in a mess, washed away by the rain. That year, the old man from the Sky Tomb killed civilization. That year, the Holy Land suffered heavy losses. Also in that year, Xijing City
It became a forbidden area.
Four saints attacked Xijing City, trying to open it by force. Two were suppressed by the old man from the Sky Tomb, and one was killed instantly by the owner of the Five Elements Golden Needle. This hatred cannot be washed away with a few words, but blood for blood, tooth for tooth can quell the hatred in the heart.
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The old man's brother died tragically on the long street, and the last person Wuhuage hoped to take his place died.
Li Ruonan clutched his chest and staggered out of the dungeon. The old man looked at the leaving figure and suddenly said: "Watch her, don't let her innocence and ignorance ruin the plan."
Whoosh!
Two figures slowly appeared outside the pavilion, kneeled down respectfully and said: "As you command!"
The old man took out a golden pocket watch. There were two people on it. One of them was his younger brother, the peerless genius of Wuhua Pavilion. He ignored his brother's obstruction and entered the Sky Tomb alone, but died in the battle on Long Street.
"Finally, I can take revenge. I can't kill the old man from the Sky Tomb, but I can get some profit by killing the people he values. I want Xijing City to become a ghost town and never have peace!"
The old man returned to his original appearance and began to recharge his batteries and prepare for a terrifying battle. When he came to Xijing City, he held the thought of death and buried the loess around his neck. The dying man had no fear.
Li Ruonan adjusted his injuries and returned to the Fang family villa. He sat under the big tree in the yard and looked at the roots of the tree infatuatedly. The branches stretched out from the wall, making a ferocious gesture.
