Lu Fan frowned even more, because he was now almost certain that the dagger held by Cao Qitian was the same dagger that appeared in the cemetery and communicated with him.
"Haha, do you want to ask me why this dagger fell into my hands?"
The puzzled expression on Lu Fan's face made Cao Qitian feel extremely happy.
"Do you know the origin of this sword?" Lu Fan asked tentatively.
"Haha, I don't know the origin of this sword."
Cao Qitian sneered and said, "But I know why those skeleton armies suddenly retreated when they were in the cemetery."
"Because of……"
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
"It's because in this black dagger is the remnant soul of the sealer Shifang City monk!"
An arrogant voice suddenly sounded.
Hearing this voice, Lu Fan's face suddenly sank.
Then he turned his head and saw a group of white figures striding out from the darkness.
The leader was none other than Luo Wuxiu, who had completely disappeared since entering Ziyue Valley!
Behind him were dozens of Luo family members.
And there is another person, like the stars holding the moon, walking in the middle of this group of people.
Luo Gusha!
Even though this person didn't speak, his whole body exuded a heart-stopping aura of sinister aura.
But no one knows better than Lu Fan that the "Luo Gu Sha" in front of him is not the real Luo Gu Sha at all.
The real Luo Gusha is already dead.
What now occupies his body is the remnant soul of the ancient Kunlun Sect.
A very ambitious, cruel and murderous guy.
"Haha, you never thought, Lu Fan, that we would meet again in this place and in this way."
Luo Gusha walked out of the crowd and looked at Lu Fan with a cold and arrogant expression: "I never thought that you would be the first to arrive and discover the secret of Shifang City."
"Your good luck is rare in my life."
"But so what?"
"In the face of absolute strength, all luck and opportunities seem extremely ridiculous and pitiful."
He waved his hand, and at the same time, people from the Dongfang Family and the Mo Family came out from behind him.
Dongfang Xun, Mo Feiyu and others are all on the list.
They stood behind Luo Daoyu with respectful expressions. They looked like his followers.
"Why are you with him?"
Lu Fan asked in a deep voice: "Don't you know that this Luo Daoyu is not him at all?"
"The real Luo Daoyu..."
"You want to say he's dead, right?"
Before Lu Fan could finish his words, Mo Feiyu said calmly: "We know that Luo Daoyu died, and he died in your hands. The Luo Daoyu in front of you is not his true self at all!"
"And now Luo Daoyu is the supreme and extremely noble Kunlun Envoy!"
Mo Feiyu's voice suddenly rose very high.
"Kunlun Envoy, please leave the Kunlun Secret Realm and come here."
"Only by following him can we get here smoothly, survive, and discover the secret realm of Ziyue Valley, the real treasure, and the inheritance!"
"And you."
He looked at Lu Fan with a smile: "I have to say that we have to thank you for your leadership along the way. Without you, we would not have gotten here so smoothly. But now, the true identity of the Kunlun Envoy has appeared.
Then there is nothing for you here, you can leave."