Yannan County, Fang's ancestral land.

Ancient buildings reflect the history of the place, and low-rise houses made of stone are clustered together, without any hint of modern technology.

In the center of these stone houses, there is the only two-story building, which is extremely quaint and has not many things, showing that it is so empty and so natural.

This is the center of the Fang Clan's ancestral land, and it is also the place where the highest ruling class of the entire Yannan Clan lives.

No one knows how old this ancestor living in the stone house is, and no one knows what kind of strength this ancestor is.

They only knew that the ancestors had lived for a long time, at least five hundred years.

And five hundred years ago, he was already the Great Heavenly King.

All in all, the ancestor in the stone house has a very high status and a very respectable status, and ordinary people are not allowed to disturb it easily, unless something big happens.

Tonight happens to be a big event.

When Fang Jingtian, the Grand Elder of the Yannan Clan Elders' Association, received a call from Fang Xiang, he hurried to the ancestral land, walked quickly to the second floor of the stone house, and knelt on the ground respectfully.

The room was dark, and the line of sight in front of me seemed to be no more than five meters, and it was extremely cold, like a cold winter wax moon, falling into an ice cave.

Rao was the strength of the Great Heavenly King of Fang Sedum, and it only lasted for five minutes, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably, his lips quietly became blue, and his pupils were a little dilated.

He was shivering with cold.

If he continues like this, I am afraid that he will freeze to death here before the sun rises the next day.

However, Fang Jingtian still didn't get up, and his forehead was lowered.

It lasted like this for more than an hour, the corners of his mouth cracked, frost gradually formed on his clothes, and his consciousness began to falter, and his expression was in a trance.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

……

A crisp sound suddenly came into Fang Jingtian's eardrums, and he couldn't help but perk up, and forcibly shook his head to make himself sober.

The crisp bang rang for more than a dozen times before it came to an abrupt end.

A thin figure slowly appeared in the darkness, and a hoarse woman's voice came from the figure.

"I've been kneeling for a long time, but have you ever known my mistake?"

"The disciple knows his mistake, and he hopes that the ancestor will punish him heavily."

Fang Jingtian trembled his voice and said in a deep voice, his forehead was tightly pressed against the cold ground, and he didn't dare to raise his head at all.

He could clearly feel that the woman who spoke was standing in front of him at this time, and he could even see the woman's ancient embroidered shoes, and the dragon's head cane in her hand.

This person is the existing ancestor of the Yannan clan, and he is a well-known existence in the entire Great Qin Empire.

The old woman glanced at Fang Jingtian lightly, then turned around on crutches and walked to the corner of the stone house, sat on the agarwood chair, and said coldly:

"Reprimand? Is it just a punishment? ”

Hearing this, Fang Jingtian's entire back was instantly soaked in cold sweat, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on the back of his neck, but it was soon frozen into ice by the ubiquitous cold in the house.

"Disciple is willing to ask for the dead ear!" He roared loudly, gritting his teeth and speaking in a resolute tone.

The old woman on the wooden chair sneered again, and then asked:

"Please die? Will please die solve the problem? ”

This time, Fang Jingtian didn't know how to answer.

But he quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, full of a sense of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

The old woman's words were equivalent to saying that he could be exempted from the death penalty, and he could continue to live for some time, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"The disciple knows that he has made a big mistake, causing our clan to lose several heavenly kings, and he deserves to die, so I just ask the ancestor to give the disciple a chance to make meritorious contributions.

The disciple's life is not valuable, but it can also be of some use, the disciple really doesn't want to die in vain, and asks the ancestor to give an order, whether it is to go to the border or to the imperial capital, the disciple has no complaints. Fang Jingtian said sonorously.

Hearing this, the old woman's eyes were calm, and she said lightly:

"You are wrong, the lives of my Li disciples, every one is very valuable, not anyone who wants to kill can kill, killing people to pay for their lives, and paying off debts, this is a matter of course.

Since someone has done it, let's pay with the life of the murderer. ”

"Back to the Ancestor, according to the news from the Imperial Capital, the other party came prepared, and he had insight first, and the Elders' side misestimated Qin Mo's strength......

Subsequently, Fang Jingtian roughly elaborated on the information that Fang Xiang sent back.

The old woman had been listening quietly, and her expression had not changed in the slightest, except that her eyelids moved slightly when she heard that no one had escaped.

After Fang Jingtian finished speaking, the stone house fell into a permanent silence, only the endless darkness continued to surge, and tens of thousands of fine ice crystals solidified and exploded.

The old woman drooped her eyelids, and did not speak for a long time, and after a little silence, she slowly spoke:

"This time, our Fang clan lost unjustly."

Well?

Fang Jingtian, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his eyebrows, doubting in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask.

"Let's get up first." The old woman said lightly.

Hearing this, Fang Jingtian got up at this time, his body was already extremely stiff, the cold invaded his internal organs, and the flame of life candles was swinging back and forth, swaying.

A cup of tea quietly suspended on its own, floating in front of him, the lid of the tea opened by itself, and the steaming heat came out of the tea cup.

"Thank you for the tea."

Fang Jingtian hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and then dared to stretch out his trembling hands to take the tea in front of him, pour it into his throat and drink it all.

Teng Teng's hot breath quickly spread along the esophagus to every corner of his body, and he couldn't help but shiver, and let out a long breath of cold air, and his mind was settled.

However, the old woman's behavior couldn't help but make his doubts more and more intense.

What happened to the ancestor to ease his attitude?

He knew the temperament of the ancestor.

This is a volatile, moody, and decisive master.

Therefore, after the operation on the imperial capital failed and the nine heavenly kings were wiped out, he came to ask for his guilt non-stop.

If it comes a little later, I'm afraid this life will really be gone.

The old woman doesn't care if you're the Great Heavenly King or not.

For the Fang Clan, the Great Heavenly King was a very important upper-level force, but for her......

It's just ants.

I only heard the old woman continue: "All the contents of this assassination operation are completely blocked, and those who know about it are all recalled to Yannan County except for Fang Xiang, and a gag order is issued, and no information can be revealed to the outside world."

In addition, all actions against Qin Mo can be stopped for the time being. ”

Hiss?!!

Stop all?

Fang Jingtian was stupid.

He couldn't help but say: "Back to the Ancestor, Qin Mo is only twenty-three years old this year, and he already has the terrifying strength of the fifth order of the Heavenly King, and his growth rate is extremely terrifying, and within a month, he has been promoted to the fourth order one after another.

If the assassination of him is stopped now, then in another year and a half, he is afraid that he will grow up completely, and I can't suppress it even if I want to.

This son has the resources of heaven, there is no one in the ages, and he must not stay, and he hopes that the ancestor will think twice. ”

Fang Jingtian knelt on the ground again, there was a thick fear in the depths of his eyes, and what he was afraid of was Qin Mo's potential.

Qin Mo and the Qingyang Li clan have been tied together, and when he grows up, it means that the strength of the Li clan will increase greatly.

At that time, whether it is the royal family or their thousand-year-old family, where will there be a little way to live?

As the saying goes, one mountain does not tolerate two tigers, and when the enemy is strong and weak, the Fang clan has only one way to die!

If you don't kill him, you will be killed by him sooner or later.

It is the right thing to do first for the strong side.

It's a very simple and easy to understand truth.

Fang Jingtian can imagine it, and the old woman who has lived for hundreds of years can naturally imagine it, and she can see it more thoroughly and far-reaching.

The old woman coldly glanced at Fang Jingtian, who was kneeling on the ground, and her cloudy eyes revealed a dazzling essence.

She said in a cold tone, "Extremely stupid! ”

"Do you know who the protector of the Qingyang Li clan is for Qin Mo? Do you know that even if you send nine Great Heavenly Kings to attack and kill tonight, you will be wiped out? ”

Fang Jingtian was shocked, and his eyes widened.

"When the time comes, heaven and earth are all working together, even if I go in person, I don't dare to say that I can kill people under Li Er's hands with absolute certainty, how dare you be a fool?

Don't stop now, are you going to put all of our Fang clan into it? ”

Every question was like a heavy hammer, hitting Fang Jingtian's heart fiercely.

He opened his mouth wide in a daze, his eyes were blank, and he couldn't accept such a large amount of information for a while.

Not even sure about the ancestor?

Doesn't that mean......

The Qingyang Li clan also used ancestor-level figures?

How important is it to let an ancestor of a clan be a protector for a young disciple?

At this moment, Fang Jingtian still wanted to kill Qin Mo, but in an instant, his mouth was full of bitterness, he vented his anger, and said sadly:

"With the protection of the Li Clan's ancestor, Qin Mo's growth is unstoppable, where should our clan go?"

He seemed to be hundreds of years old in an instant, and the ambition in his heart had been shattered by the old woman's own hands at the right time.

Qin Mo was so dazzling, his talent was like a mountain of ten thousand pounds, pressing on Fang Jingtian's backbone, pressing him out of breath.

In his eyes, the future is already dark.

As long as Qin Mo is in the day, the Yan Nannan clan will inevitably never come out.

Even......

These ancient families, which have been passed down for thousands of years, will fall apart in this era.

And all of this is just because of Qin Mo alone.

The more Fang Jingtian thought about it, the more frightened he felt, and the more he felt that he was a little loveless.

But at this moment, a cane flew like lightning, pierced his left shoulder blade fiercely, and drove his whole person into the air, nailing it to the stone wall.

Blood gushed out, and then it was frozen into ice by the endless cold, and the intense pain clearly entered Fang Jingtian's mind, he gritted his teeth and didn't dare to cry out for pain.

The old woman looked at him coldly and said lightly:

"If you're really a fool, you, the position of the Great Elder, will take it off by yourself later."

"Yes."

Fang Jingtian gritted his teeth and said, a gloomy color flashed on his painful and distorted face, but he didn't dare to question the old woman's order in the slightest.

After the old woman casually deprived him of his status as a great elder, she then said lightly:

"If we don't kill, it doesn't mean that the Lin family and the Liu family won't kill, with the temperament of those two families, after seeing that we blocked the news, they will definitely find ways to investigate.

At that time, they would know about Qin Mo's terrifying talent, but as long as they didn't know the specific details, they wouldn't be able to guess that Li Er was Qin Mo's protector.

This stuffy loss can't let our Fang family eat. ”

"Does the ancestor want to borrow a knife to kill people?

Borrowing the Li family's knife to weaken the strength of the Liu family and the Lin family, when the two sides are on fire, the Chu family will not stand by if they want to come to Zhenbei, and our family can take advantage of this time to accumulate strength and slowly figure it out. ”

Fang Jingtian endured the pain and thought carefully, countless schemes flashed through his mind.

He knew that after this night......

The troubled times of Daqin have officially begun!

The old woman did not continue to call him a fool this time, but she nodded slightly, and spoke:

"That's just one thing, and ...... other"

The old woman narrowed her eyes, her face wrinkled like the roots of an old tree, and a sharp light flashed in the depths of her eyes.

"Half a month later, you go to the imperial capital with me, and I will arrange it myself."

Hiss!

Fang Jingming instantly gasped, half of it was painful, and the other half was shocked.

The ancestor actually wants to visit the imperial capital in person, which is really a big thing.

You know, the old woman in front of her hasn't stepped out of this stone house for three hundred years.

But now, it is because of Qin Mo, a genius who is a genius, wants to go to the imperial capital in person to lay out and play a big game of chess with the ancestor of the Li family, and the two sides are going to have a close game.

This alone was enough to see that the ancestor attached great importance to Qin Mo.

Fang Jingtian didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and hurriedly replied: "Disciple understands, make arrangements later." ”

Boom!

The crutches flew out like lightning, and returned to the ancestor's side across the darkness, and Fang Jingtian fell to the ground with a thud.

"Let's go down." The old woman said lightly.

Hearing this, Fang Jingtian didn't dare to say more, knelt on the ground and bowed deeply, and slowly retreated.

When he was gone, only the faint breath of the old woman remained in the silent stone house.

She was still squinting tightly, and her eyes were constantly flashing with various colors.

After a long time, the old woman laughed mockingly, and said to herself in a cold voice:

"Seven hundred years have passed, Li Er, you really don't give up!"

……

……

Meanwhile.

Imperial capital, Fang's Castle.

The faint evening breeze gently swept across Qin Mo's cheeks and swept across his brows.

Qin Mo stood alone on the top floor of the ancient castle, like a ghost, and as if he was a god of death in hell.

At this time, it had been seven hours since he was attacked.

The bloodstains and corpses on the pavement of Guanghong Street have been cleaned up by the Security Bureau, and the identity of the deceased has also been determined in Lee's urgent search.

The nine Heavenly Kings in the group are indeed all members of the Yannan clan.

So......

Qin Mo will appear here.

When he came to Fang's castle at four o'clock in the morning, what he had to do was naturally not to visit, let alone to have tea with Fang Guogong.

He's coming......

Kill! Person! Target!

First, there was the Great Qin Prison to buy the murderer, and then there was an ambush at the door of the house......

Again and again, again and again, Yan Nannan's clan was endless, making it clear that he wanted his life.

Even if it is pinched by a clay figure, this will be full of anger all over his body, not to mention that Qin Mo is not a clay man, he is...... A body of steel.

So, what else is there to say?

Whoever kills, he will always kill him.

You must know that Qin Mo has never been a good-tempered person.

Thereupon......

In the dark and boundless night sky, Qin Mo flew down.

The scythe of the Grim Reaper, raised at the same time.

(End of chapter)