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Chapter 569 Fan Yao

In a bamboo house.

On the bamboo bed, a figure was lying languidly, with a pale face, weak breathing, and a collapsed chest. It was obvious that he had been severely injured. Judging from his face, it was the chief of the Holy Palace, Ning Mo.

"You two chiefs went to hunt down a gold medal, and you came back in such a mess?" Beside the bamboo bed, there was a laughter, but although the voice was smiling, there was a chill in it.

His anger made Wang Yuan's face tremble slightly.

He raised his head and looked to the left, only to see a thin man there. The man had extremely fair skin and a smile at the corners of his mouth, but his pupils were slightly scarlet.

He crossed his slender white fingers and looked at Wang Yuan and Ning Mo lying on the bamboo bed with a smile.

This person is the chief of the Blood Temple of the Holy Palace!

Wang Yuandao: "A chief from Cangxuan Sect came to rescue him, and Ning Mo was severely injured by him."

"Oh?" He said with a faint smile: "Is it Tang Muxin, the chief of Cangxuan Peak?"

Wang Yuan's face stiffened slightly, and after a long while he said: "He is the newly promoted chief of Saint Origin Peak, his name is Zhou Yuan."

When the voice fell, he could feel the eyes stopping on him, and then a playful voice sounded: "Saint Source Peak? Are you talking about the Cangxuan Sect's Saint Source Peak that has been in decline for who knows how many years?"

"I heard that the chief of Saint Origin Peak has always been at the bottom among the seven peaks of the Cangxuan Sect. He was actually able to defeat Ning Mo? Haha, is it because your skills are too poor, or is our news too lagging behind?"

Hearing the sarcasm in his voice, Wang Yuan looked a little unhappy. He snorted and said, "That boy's Origin Qi stars have also reached over ten thousand. It's not easy."

But immediately he suppressed his emotions and asked, "What should Ning Mo do now?"

He glanced indifferently and said: "He has been seriously injured, but he is still breathing. With the conditions here, it is impossible for him to recover, and even if he can barely recover from his injuries, I am afraid he will not have much strength, not even as good as an ordinary disciple."

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Wang Yuan frowned. In this way, Ning Mo, who is here now, has almost become a burden.

His slightly scarlet eyes glanced at Ning Mo who was lying on the bamboo bed, and a flash of blood flashed in his eyes. He then took a step forward, leaned down, and said softly: "Ning Mo, since you no longer have

No matter how much power you have, just give some more for our Holy Palace."

The pale-faced Ning Mo suddenly opened his eyes, stared at them, and said hoarsely: "What are you going to do?!"

Smiling slightly, the smile looked extremely cold. His palm slowly floated on Ning Mo's lower abdomen and said: "Leave the four-color God-Building Treasure that you have worked so hard to condense to my safekeeping."

He grabbed his palm, and blood surged in his palm. He could see four-color light surging in Ning Mo's body, and it seemed that a ball of four-color light was slowly rising from his body.

Ning Mo's body trembled violently, his face became ferocious, and he stretched out his palms to grab his neck, but at this time, the source energy in his body was difficult to activate, and he didn't even care about such power.

Looking at the four-color light group rising from Ning Mo's body with a smile, he finally grasped it completely in his hand. It was a solid thing with four-color light wrapped around it.

It is the four-color divine treasure that Ning Mo has worked so hard to condense.

The God-Building Treasure in his body was forcibly stripped away, and Ning Mo's body was twisted in pain. He stared at it with eyes full of resentment, and finally his body gradually became limp, and his vitality disappeared directly.

He, who was already severely injured, was obviously tortured to death.

", you!" Wang Yuan on the other side was also a little shocked. He didn't expect to be so cruel. He actually took advantage of Ning Mo's serious injury and took away his God-Building Treasure.

He glanced at him, and then with a swipe of his palm, the four-color god-building rare treasure in his hand was divided, and 40% of it was pushed towards Wang Yuan.

"He is incompetent and has disgraced our Holy Palace. He should naturally be punished. Moreover, in his state, following us is nothing more than a burden. Do you think we have the extra strength to take care of him?" He said calmly.

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Wang Yuan looked at the four-color light floating in front of him, and the rich essence of the mysterious source contained in it made his heart skip a beat.

"You know our next goal. It is a six-color treasure land. It is a clue that I pried out from the mouth of a little Leimen chief. If we work together, no one in this area can compete with us."

"Without Ning Mo, we will be able to share more." There was no emotion in his tone.

Wang Yuan's eyes were changing.

"And the culprit of this matter is the chief of Saint Origin Peak of Cangxuan Sect. I promise you, if that kid still dares to stay in this area, I will drain his blood to avenge Ning Mo."

Staring at Wang Yuan, he held up the strong four-color light ball and placed it in front of the latter. His scarlet eyes were filled with ruthless luster: "Wang Yuan, you will not fight with me for a dead guy.

Are you going to make enemies?"

Wang Yuan raised his head and glanced up, but in the end he didn't say any more, but took the ball of four-color light. A touch of greed flashed in his eyes, and he put it away without hesitation.

"Wise choice." He said with a smile.

Wang Yuan snorted coldly, looked at Ning Mo's body that was getting colder, and said, "I will tell the other disciples that Ning Mo's death was all caused by Zhou Yuan. We tried hard to save him, but we couldn't save him."

Nodding in agreement.

"Put his body away. With such abundant flesh and blood, I will still be able to use it later." He said with a smile, turned around and walked out of the bamboo house.

Outside the bamboo house, there are many disciples of the Holy Palace, holding jade slips in their hands, with a map of light appearing in front of them. His eyes are staring at a certain place in it, and a strong look of greed emerges from the corner of his mouth.

Six-color treasure land.

The six-color God-Building Rare Treasure, this kind of treasure, would be coveted by even the Holy Son of their Holy Palace. I never expected that it would appear in the outer area of ​​Xuanyuan Cave.

This is his opportunity.

When his heart was surging, a light and shadow suddenly came from a distance, landed in front of him, and said: "Chief, there is news. It seems that a team from Baihua Fairy Palace has entered this area."

"Hundred Flowers Palace?" He frowned slightly, crossed his pale fingers and murmured: "Did they also know the news about the Six Color Treasure Land?"

"Also." The disciple in front of him paused and said again: "It seems that the wave of people from Cangxuan Sect has not left this area, but is heading east."

Hearing this, he was suddenly startled and looked at the location of the six-colored treasure land on the map. Then there was a hint of amusement in the corner of his mouth, and the coldness in his eyes caused the temperature around him to drop.

"Those bastards from Leimon have mouths that are looser than their belts. It seems like the whole world knows their secrets."

"A group of things that don't know whether to live or die." He murmured with a smile.

"But it's okay. Let's avenge my good brother Ning Mo. It can be regarded as a memorial."

(Tomorrow, an extra story about Fighting against the Clouds will be released on the public WeChat. If you are interested, you can add my public WeChat, open WeChat, and search for the official account at the top, Tiancan Tudou.)


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