Chapter 8: The Break

In vain, he gave him the opportunity to destroy Sword Pavilion City and make great contributions, but he was so selfish, Fang Ling said loudly: "Human life is at stake, please raise your noble hand and share a melt stone below!"

Zhuo Xuwen smiled deeply, and said slowly: "Fang Daoyou, if you haven't understood this yet, then this mansion will really exalt you a little. Although you were an official in the Nether Realm, you are always a member of the Cultivation Realm. The life or death of your cultivators in the Cultivation Realm really has nothing to do with our underworld, and this government has no obligation to save your companions. Therefore, it is already a great favor for the government to agree to send troops, and if you think that bringing this government here is a great favor, then you are very wrong!"

These words can be regarded as tearing the skin, Zhuo Xuwen's selfishness and arrogance and his naturally kind appearance are completely at two extremes, how smart Fang Ling is, after hearing this, he knew that Zhuo Xuwen had already made a calculation, and the reason why he didn't give himself a melt stone was actually to delay time.

If you want to cultivate to become an immortal, you can't do it behind closed doors, you can do it by meditating and thinking hard, to improve your cultivation is to constantly figure out the cultivation methods of the superiors, powerful spells, exquisite magic circles, and superb magic weapons, however, to get these, you need the gifts of the sect, so for the cultivators in the cultivation realm, you must continue to improve your status in the sect, so that you can have the opportunity to come into contact with the higher level of esoteric learning.

The same is true of the underworld, the people of the upper realm of the underworld must continue to accumulate merits and improve their status in order to be able to receive gifts from the lord of the mansion, and for the lord of the mansion, they can get gifts from the imperial city.

In other words, on the surface, it seems that this war between the two prefectures is working together to exterminate the forces of Sword Pavilion City, but in fact, the two prefectures are also secretly wrestling with each other to win the greatest merit.

Therefore, in order to achieve his goal, Zhuo Xuwen did not hesitate to use such a trick to delay his return. In this way, Murong Lu will not be an obstacle to him until he achieves his goal.

If it was placed at other moments, Fang Ling would not have any opinions, but in order to achieve his goal, Zhuo Xuwen gambled on the lives of Xiao Xue and others as an unforgivable act.

Fang Ling's eyes became cold, and his voice was like falling into an ice cellar: "Thank you for the mansion master's teaching, this kindness of the mansion master, Fang must remember it in his heart!"

Zhuo Xuwen didn't care about his hatred at all, in the cultivation realm, the underworld is originally two places, each with its own master, although Fang Ling was an official in the lower realm, but in the upper realm, there are few things where a cultivator is an official, not to mention, even if he really gets an official position, it is only to serve a certain mansion master, how can he pose any threat to himself?

Therefore, Zhuo Xuwen was not worried at all, he grinned and said, "Since Fang Daoyou has figured it out, then I don't mind if my subordinates claim back the power of the golden pill stored in you, right?"

Fang Ling snorted coldly, spread his hands and said, "Please!"

As soon as the Jindan stage master beside Zhuo Xuwen stretched out his hand, the power of the Jindan that had been stored in Fang Ling's body before the Ten Thousand Ghosts and Corpses Land was taken back, and then, the seven of Zhuo Xuwen seemed to quickly shrink into the ground and disappeared.

Fang Ling slammed his fist against the wall and roared angrily, "Damn!"