"Boy, don't be ignorant, this is for the teacher to do his best to help him, if the person who comes is not for the teacher, but the other elders in the door, this Fang Zheng he has already been divided by the sword, killing the same door is a big crime, and this Fang Zheng did not kill only one person, but killed more than ten inner disciples, according to the crime is the form of the god is extinguished, and he does not even have the qualifications for reincarnation. Hearing the little fat man Lu Nanqi's indignation, the voice of the old man in Tsing Yi Wu Jiang exploded in the mind of the little fat man Lu Nanqi.

"Master......" The little fat man Lu Nanqi shouted at the old man in Tsing Yi Wu Jiang with some unwillingness when he heard this.

"Lu Nanqi, this Fang is occupied by the devil, his consciousness has been lost, and he has been severely injured by the teacher, even if the gods come, they have no power to return to the sky, not to mention that he is to blame, thinking that you have an acquaintance with him, you will send him on the road, he is also blessed to live like this, in order to avoid his happiness and pain, you will send him on the road quietly, this is not in vain for you to get acquainted. Wu Jiang, the old man in Tsing Yi, couldn't help but say when he heard this.

"Master, is this Fang Zheng really not saved at all, but how do I think he is still breathing?" When the little fat man Lu Nanqi heard this, he said with some disbelief to the old man in Tsing Yi, Wu Jiang.

"Idiot, don't you still believe the words of the teacher? he was severely injured when he killed his fellow disciples before, and it is a miracle that he can survive until now after receiving a full blow from the teacher. When Wu Jiang, the old man in Tsing Yi, heard this, he couldn't help but explain to the little fat man Lu Nanqi.

"No, no, no, Fang Zheng he won't die, Fang Zheng he won't die, he has a big life, how can he die. The little fat man Lu Nan Qi Ran suddenly shouted hysterically when he heard this, a line of green tears slipped from the corners of his eyes without being blind, and the whole person vented and knelt down in front of Fang Zheng, the master said so, this Fang Zheng must have no possibility of survival, and the companions who played together from childhood to adulthood were gone, and the little fat man Lu Nanqi was lonely and depressed at this time

At this time, Fangzheng's hands and feet were cold, his breath was isolated, and his heartbeat was even weaker. It's really just like what the old man in Tsing Yi Wu Jiang said, and he is not far from death. But this is just an illusion, Fang Zheng was possessed by the devil, at this time, the demon was dispersed by the attack of the old man in green clothes, Wu Jiang, and was swallowed by the domineering devouring magic skill in Fang Zheng's body, and Fang Zheng's soul was injured, and the whole person fell into a state of self-sleeping suspended animation. If the old man in Tsing Yi Wu Jiang had taken a closer look, he would have found out, but he was too confident in his attack to say that Fang Zheng was not far from death.

"Come on, bring Lu Nanqi back to the teleportation hall, this Fang Zheng will throw him to the mass grave at the pit on the left, let him fend for himself, anyway, he won't survive today, the rest of the people will follow me to arrange the defense of this spirit stone vein, in case the monks of the Heart Demon Sword Sect are raided." Seeing the little fat man Lu Nanqi's face full of loneliness falling to the ground like a mess of mud, the old man in green clothes Wu Jiang sighed silently in his heart, and then ordered the Xianmen disciples behind him.

As soon as the words of the old man in green clothes Wu Jiang fell, two disciples of Qi refining carried the little fat man Lu Nanqi to the teleportation hall. And one of the disciples in the foundation building period lifted Fang Zheng with one hand and flew towards the mass grave near the left side of the spirit stone vein.

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Mass grave, that is a huge pit abandoned by the dead bodies of some slaves caught by Xianmen in order to mine the spirit stone veins, here it can be said that the bones are piled up, and you can smell a disgusting stench from afar, the entire mountain is full of white bones for dozens of miles, some corpses have not yet decayed into white bones, obviously the owners of these corpses have not been dead for a long time, and the pungent stench is distributed from these corpses.

Fang Zheng was carried by the disciples of the Immortal Sect in the foundation building period, flew through the air, and it took about a meal to take Fang Zheng to the left side of this mass grave.

And on the east side of this mass grave, the disciples of the Heart Demon Sword Sect who had been defeated by Fang Zheng and his party before were sorted out, and thousands of disciples of the Heart Demon Sword Sect were stepping on the flying sword at this time, surging and overwhelming, like locusts crossing the ordinary and flying quickly from the sky above the mass grave.

"Oh my god, how can there be so many disciples of the Heart Demon Sword Sect!" The disciple of the Xianmen who was carrying the square was far away and felt the burst of coercion brought by the disciples of the Heart Demon Sword Sect when they flew over, and suddenly the disciple of the immortal sect in the foundation building period screamed, and the hand that held Fang Zheng tightly was loosened, and he stepped on the flying sword and turned around and flew quickly towards the spiritual stone vein station of the Xianmen.

"Bang!" "Click......"

There was a loud bang, followed by the sound of clattering bones shattering to the left, and Fang Zheng slammed into the mass grave from the void. The bones beneath him immediately turned into fragments. "Uh-huh!" Fang Zheng was thrown into the endless dry bones, squeezed by external forces, and fell into the realm of suspended animation, Fang Zheng snorted, and the whole person finally regained a little consciousness. But lying in this endless dry bone, Fang Zheng held his breath as a group of thousands of Heart Demon Sword Sect disciples were surging above his head. Now that he is injured, he basically can't move, so he can only fall into the dry bones as much as possible, hoping not to be discovered by these monks of the Heart Demon Sword Sect.

At this time, Fang Zheng was very at a loss, he was just an abandoned son of Xianmen, and it was difficult to say whether he could survive now. As soon as he was injured by the old man in green clothes, Wu Jiang, Fang Zheng was relieved of the state of being possessed by the devil. And he also knew that he was expelled from the door wall by the little fat man Lu Nanqi's master, and he was no longer a disciple of Xianmen.

In fact, the reason why he was discarded, all of this is because of the little fat man Lu Nanqi, it is because of Lu Nanqi that he will come to this mass grave, this is also the maximum limit that the little fat man Lu Nanqi's master Wu Jiang can do, saying that he was expelled from the door wall, this is actually saving him, and he has such a talent to escape the gate rules of the fairyland gate, you must know that the murder of the same door, its crime should be punished, and it is the form of the god is extinguished, there is no vitality, and Fang Zheng was expelled from the door wall, it seems that he is also sent to death, this is still a certain possibility of survival, all this depends on whether Fang Zheng's life is hard or not, whether he can escape this catastrophe。 Regarding the kindness of the little fat man Lu Nanqi, how could Fang Zheng not understand, in order not to make Lu Nanqi sad, he had to live well. This is also why when those old men in Tsing Yi Wu Jiang gave the order, he would secretly stun Fang Zheng, so that he was no different from a dead man, this is also to protect him, if he showed a vigorous tiger at that time, that is, he did not completely become a demon, he would have to die, otherwise Lu Nanqi's master Wu Jiang would not be able to give an explanation to those surviving Xianmen disciples.