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Fang Mian was stunned, and said in surprise: "People outside can't get in, people inside can't get out, how can there be such a strange formation?"

The old man snorted: "That's why it's called a desperate battle!"

Xiao Chen nodded and said: "That's right, all formations have a life gate! But once a life gate exists, it will give outsiders room to crack the formation! And these three great formations have not left a life gate, and the meaning of this formation itself is to die together!"

Fang Mian was surprised: "Then even if you use external force to force your way in, it won't work?"

Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "No, let's not talk about the strength of this formation, ordinary ninth-order peak powerhouses can't easily break it!

"What? is that?" Fang Mian's face was extremely ugly.

He turned his head, looked at the old man on the throne, and said with a wry smile: "Ghost Crown, Huangquan Staff...... The two supreme treasures of my Necromantic Sect, will they really never be able to appear in the world again?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Hmph, that kind of harmful thing is also a good thing to be in the quilt!" the old man snorted.

Fang Mian glared at him fiercely, but didn't say anything.

But at this moment, Xiao Chen's heart moved, and he said, "Maybe, not necessarily!"

"Hmm, what do you mean?" Fang Mian said in shock.

Xiao Chen said lightly: "The three great formations can block all life and attacks, but other things are not blocked! For example, the two magic weapons inside, if they are not infused with aura, they can still enter and exit." ”

"I see!" Fang Mian said in surprise.

The old man snorted: "That's true, but after all, the thing is inside, we can't get in, how can the magic weapon come out?

Hearing this, Fang Mian was embarrassed again.

Yes, now it seems that it is indeed unrealistic.

But at this moment, Xiao Chen suddenly spoke: "That's right, it's just counting on him!"

"What do you mean?" both froze.

Xiao Chen glanced at Fang Mian and said, "You are the contemporary sect master of the Necromantic Sect, and you are also the descendant of this senior, you kneel here and tell me about the current crisis of the Necromantic Sect, he may be able to help you!"

"What?"

The two opposites, with black lines on their faces.

This founding ancestor is already dead, even if he says it now, what's the use?

"Let you kneel!" Xiao Chen snorted.

Fang Mian was helpless, so he could only sigh and kneel on the ground.

"The patriarch is above, Fang Mian, the ninety-seventh generation descendant of the Necromantic Sect, bow down to you! Master Patriarch, the descendants of the future generations are incompetent, not only the sect has been subverted by others, lost the teacher and lost the land, but also has been repeatedly killed by traitors, the disciples of the sect have been slaughtered, and the previous generation of sect masters has been captured by traitors and is facing annihilation!"

"Fang Mian, a disciple of later generations, wants to avenge the sect and eradicate the enemy! But the disciple's ability is limited, and he can't be a strong enemy, so I specially invite the ancestor of the mountain to give him an artifact, so that the disciple can slash the enemy and revive the prestige of my Necromantic Sect! If the patriarch favors him, the disciple will cry blood and thank you!"

Bang, bang, bang......

As he spoke, Fang Mian began to buckle his head.

At the beginning, when Fang Mian said these words, he still seemed stiff.

But when it came to the future, he couldn't help but be moved, and burst into tears and grief for a while.

"Hmph, there's a fart for crying, can you still bring the old ghost back to life?" the old man on the side snorted coldly.

But who knew that at this moment......

When!

The founding patriarch on the throne, his hands were weak, and the scepter actually fell from his hand, followed the jade steps, stumbled all the way down, and finally rolled in front of Fang Mian.

"What?" At this moment, Fang Mian and the old man were all shocked.

"What's the matter? Could it be that this old ghost is not dead yet?" the old man immediately faced the enemy.

But the ancestor of the mountain on the throne, his hands were down, his body was slightly tilted, and he was still not angry, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like he was still alive.

This made the old man more and more puzzled.

And Fang Mian wiped his tears and said, "Master Ancestor must be a heroic spirit that has not been extinguished, and he has come to bless me! Disciple Master Xie gave me a scepter, with this, I will definitely be able to kill all the enemies!"

After saying that, he kowtowed to the throne a few more times.

At this moment, Xiao Chen sighed and said, "Okay, now that the matter has been done, we should also go!"

"Yes!" Fang Mian picked up the scepter and went with Xiao Chen.

"Boy, do you know anything?" asked the old man after he was away from the throne.

The scene that just happened was so weird that it was beyond his comprehension.

Xiao Chen listened to it and said noncommittally: "I don't know." ”

The old man frowned and said, "Then I only want to ask you, is that old guy really dead?"

The founding ancestor of the Necromantic Sect was his great enemy, and he couldn't tolerate that the other party was still alive.

Xiao Chen listened, but sighed and said, "He, naturally, is dead!"

"Well, what the hell is going on?" the old man became more and more puzzled.

Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "You don't have to ask, whether you live or die, he can't pose a threat to you." ”

"This ......"

The old man was even more confused.

However, after a while, he put these things behind him and said to Xiao Chen, "Boy, can you give me back my freedom now?"

Xiao Chen nodded and said, "Yes, yes, but even if you regain your freedom, where do you want to go?"

Hearing Xiao Chen's words, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of loneliness appeared on his face.

Yes, even if you regain your freedom, where can you go?

After careful calculation, he has been refined into a puppet, and it has been tens of thousands of years.

In these tens of thousands of years, his family, friends, and even enemies have died.

There is only one soul left in him, floating between heaven and earth, and he has really become a lonely soul and a wild ghost.

Thinking of this, the old man sighed and said, "Now that I have no more fetters, the only thing I care about may be the pursuit of the ultimate in swordsmanship!"

Xiao Chen looked at him and said lightly: "But now, you are just a soul body, you have no body, you can't withstand the coercion of the Heavenly Dao at all, maybe a heavenly tribulation can make you lose your body and spirit, so how can you pursue the ultimate in swordsmanship?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said: "In one life, even if it is the peak of the ninth-order heavenly immortal, it will not be able to escape death, at most, it will only extend its life for 10,000 years, which is already the extreme! And old man, I, if I live for so long, it will not be a loss! With my current soul power, I can at least hold on for a hundred years!"

Xiao Chen nodded slightly, and said, "Yes, you do only have a hundred years left now, but what if I can let you live for another life?"

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