Fang Yan's heart tightened, and for some reason, Miao Wuchang stared at him, and this act of dispersing demon hunting seemed to be specially for him. I have the impression that Miao Impermanence will never allow everyone to go their own way, and even seems very rigid, and now such an abrupt approach is obviously contrary to common sense, how can it not make Fang Yan vigilant.

However, this person looked indifferent, maybe he was really deceived by Fang Yan's secret technique of concealing cultivation, thinking that Fang Yan was just a Qi Refining Period cultivator. These seemingly concerned words are actually irrefutable, and this is not a stronghold, and everything here is decided by him.

But the others didn't know, and in the envious eyes of everyone, Fang Yan pretended to be submissive and nodded. And Schenk on the side was so red that his eyes were about to burst into flames, and he stepped forward unwillingly and said, "Uncle, the disciple is also willing to go, follow Uncle Shi's saddle before and after the horse, I don't know if it's okay?"

"What are you going to do? Miao Wuchang hesitated slightly, but his eyes rolled when he looked at Schenk's injury, and then he agreed. Schenk immediately brightened, and glanced at Fang Yan defiantly, as if he had finally won over Fang Yan, but how did he know the secret here, and this move also made Fang Yan cry and laugh.

The others dispersed one after another, but Miao Wuchang did not immediately take the two of them and ran quickly, but still walked expressionlessly, but in the opposite direction to the others, slowly walking towards the outside of the stronghold. Schenk was slightly surprised, but Fang Yan understood more and more in his heart that this person was afraid that he wanted to interrogate Fang Yan about something, or that he had other plans for him.

Fang Yan's mind changed sharply about this, but he was not afraid, but he cultivated to two levels higher, and he could escape if he couldn't beat it, after all, this was outside the stronghold, and the only thing he was worried about was that he was pretending to be someone else and was seen through, and what he did before was in vain. However, judging by this person's actions, it seems that this is not the case, if he knew that his cultivation was not much lower than him, I am afraid that he would not be so calm.

And Schenk's injury was also allowed by him to stay, thinking that he didn't take this matter too seriously. Schenck injuries are also dispensable here. Fang Yan was silent, and followed behind him with the same expressionless face, but Schenk hurt himself and walked quickly in front of Fang Yan, deliberately squeezing him behind him, and snorted coldly at Fang Yan.

After a quarter of an hour, look around and see no one. Miao Wuchang suddenly stopped, and a slender flying sword was held in his hand at some point. Turning to look at Fang Yan, he said, "Senior nephew Yan, where is the old man's apprentice Luo Chen, did he die at your hands?"

"Luo Chen, the nephew doesn't know what the uncle is talking about, since he is the uncle's apprentice, how can the nephew be his opponent, and how can he kill him, the nephew really doesn't know. Fang Yan only understood at this time that it turned out that this Miao Wuchang was the master of the demon cultivator who was killed outside Guiyun Mountain a few years ago, such an abnormal act. It was to investigate his killing of Luo Chen.

After so much time, how did he know that Luo Chen's death had something to do with him, and it seemed that none of his person's things were revealed, and there might be one or two things left in the storage bag, but this person could still see through his storage bag. What went wrong, Fang Yan was puzzled for a moment, but he asked. On the contrary, it shows that he did not see through the root of the dialect, and the dialect was pushed clean without thinking about it.

"Ah? Even if he wants to kill Senior Brother Luo like this, Uncle Luo can't be mistaken, Senior Brother Luo's combat power is unfathomable, even his nephew doesn't dare to look at him, let alone Yan Guang, this kid. Schenk looked disdainful. What can be said is to excuse the tongue.

"Is it impossible? But why do you have Luo Chen's demon seed mark on your body? Don't you tell the truth, how did you murder him, tell me quickly, otherwise the old man will kill you first, and then search for the soul himself." Miao Wuchang suddenly said sharply, his eyes glaring at Fang Yan viciously, as long as he disagreed, he would take action.

"Demon Seed Mark? I don't know what Uncle Shi is talking about. How could Senior Brother Luo's demon seed mark be on his nephew's body, and what is the demon seed?" Fang Yan really didn't know, and at this moment, he immediately remembered that when he killed Luo Chen, a faint figure flew out of his body, and he also talked about the demon seed in his mouth, could it be that the figure was the soul of this person?

It must be so, Fang Yan has learned a lot about demon cultivation in the past few years, and there was some speculation at that time, and now he can already conclude that this so-called demon seed mark of Miao Wuchang is the mark he left on his precious apprentice Luo Chen. And when the dialect killed it, because he knew little about this secret technique, he was contaminated with his body, but he didn't expect that after such a long time, he could be quickly discovered by this person, no wonder he couldn't stop paying attention to himself before.

The Shenke injury beside him couldn't help but let out an exclamation of "ah", it seemed that he knew everything about the demon seed, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Miao Wuchang. At this moment, he regretted being involved in this matter, it turned out that Miao Wuchang deliberately cared about the dialect not as he imagined, but it was convenient for him to ask the dialect alone, and agreed to let himself be together, I am afraid that he was not at ease, this was sent to the door by himself to find death, and when he didn't know life and death, it would be his turn next.

"It turned out that Uncle Shi had something to ask Senior Brother Yan, so the Senior Nephew wouldn't bother here, today's Senior Nephew didn't know anything at all, he didn't see anything, he didn't hear anything, even if he killed Senior Nephew, he wouldn't say anything. Uncle and nephew retired. Schenk said with a shudder, stepping back as he spoke.

Who knew that Miao Wuchang didn't look at him at him, still staring at Fang Yan, just snorting coldly in his nostrils, but waiting for Fang Yan to reply. Shen Ke was about to take the opportunity to turn around, but at some point a monk with a black face appeared behind him, looking at him with a stiff expression and not saying a word.

"Foundation Building Battle Pet!" Shen Ke suddenly sat on the ground in fright, as a disciple of the Demon Sect, how could he not know what the strength of this kind of battle pet made from the foundation building cultivator was, with his cultivation in the Qi refining period, under the coercion of such a war pet, it would be impossible for him to escape.

"Say, what happened to my apprentice, tell me that the old man can give you a whole corpse, otherwise, you will draw your soul and refine your soul! Choose for yourself, the old man's patience is limited. Miao Wuchang shouted with a grim face, it seems that there is a mark of this demon seed on his body, and the dialect cannot be denied no matter what.

"The Demon Gate's methods are really incredible, I admire it, but the tone of the Daoist is too big, so I am not afraid that a strong wind will blow away the face of the Daoist?" Fang Yan withdrew the spell that suppressed Xiuwei, and Xiuwei instantly returned to the second layer of the foundation, and a blood-red long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. But it was a magic sword that the ancestor of the Su family found for him, the Blood Zang Sword, which has now been completely refined.

"You are not Yan Guang, who are you?" Miao Wuchang shouted loudly, he didn't expect that Fang Yan still had such a secret technique, and he actually suppressed cultivation, and even he was deceived, always thinking that the person in front of him was Yan Guang. However, he immediately saw the cultivation of the dialect, and he was immediately relieved in his heart, the cultivation was overwhelming the other party, and there were a few powerful means, but if he wanted to kill the opponent quickly, he was afraid that it would not be easy to force Luo Chen to do so.

And the Schenk injury on the side has become dead, and the previous luck is gone, and the two people in front of him are both foundation building monks, no matter which one wins, he will definitely not be left behind, this time he is dead. Although his body was like chaff, he still held on to the last trace of luck, if the two could not fight, or if both were defeated, there would be a chance to escape.

"Who is it down there? Don't you know now, the person below is the one who killed your disciples, or the one who destroyed the demon seed you painstakingly cultivated. I am very curious, what kind of mark did Daoyou plant, why can it still be detected by you after a few years, and Daoyou still hid the soul on Na Luo Chen's body at the beginning, which is really a good means. As he spoke, Fang Yan took a few steps back, sacrificed the soul card, and released the black demon again.

"Devil's pet, it's good, no wonder it's so arrogant. Boy, wait for the old man to refine you into a war pet and plant a mark in your body, and then you will know everything, don't blame the old man for being reluctant to teach you. Before the words fell, the slender flying sword in Miao Wuchang's hand hissed, and it flew towards the dialect quickly.

Then his figure flickered, and three white-clothed armor soldiers appeared around him, all with strange expressions, and immediately stood in their respective directions, surrounding Miao Wuchang's surroundings. At first glance, this person is a person who is accustomed to fighting, and he is expected to defeat before he wins, and when he is dealing with opponents who are lower than his own cultivation, he also uses flying swords to test the attack, and first firmly protects himself, such an opponent is extremely difficult to deal with.

Fang Yan didn't dare to be careless, the blood sword in his hand flew over, and a small pan appeared in his hand again, and as soon as he held it in his hand, a black mist immediately rose up. This is also a gift from the ancestor of the Su family, named Poison Cloud Pan, which can form a poisonous cloud after urging, in addition to the huge momentum, the large black poisonous smoke is also daunting.

After the "bang", followed by a series of tooth-souring "creaking" sounds, the two magic swords collided in mid-air, and then held each other again, like two strange creatures wrestling with each other, entangled together. However, when it came to power, the Blood Sword of the Dialect was indisputably at a disadvantage, and it was soon to be repelled by the man's long sword.

Suddenly, Fang Yan's heart moved, and a faint dark light came from behind him, if it weren't for his divine consciousness condensation, it was far clearer than ordinary people, and it was difficult to find it in a short time. Moreover, Fang Yan had suffered the loss of his apprentice Shadowless Demon Sword, and had always been strictly guarded against such magic weapons, otherwise it was very likely to be obtained by him.

However, seeing that Fang Yan's body turned sharply, in a short period of time, the general avoided this sword, and failed to hurt Fang Yan in the slightest, and the diligent cultivation of the alchemy technique played a huge role at this moment. Not only that, but with a wave of his claws at this moment, the black demon actually resisted the attack of this hidden magic sword head-on, causing it to return with one blow.

"Good boy, there are a few means. But this is the way, it is not enough to see it here in the old man, hurry up and take out the real skills, and let the old man give you some pointers. The Shadowless Demon Sword missed with one blow, and even the slightest injury failed to cause Fang Yan, Miao Wuchang didn't dare to underestimate it anymore, and he still didn't give up.

And the two magic weapons released by Fang Yan raised his hand were also very powerful, especially this small pan, the black poisonous cloud released was difficult to deal with, and it was already rushing towards him all over the sky at this moment. Miao Wuchang looked solemn, did not dare to be careless, took out a purple gold gourd from the storage bag, and with a slight urge, a stream of yellow smoke quickly erupted from it, covering the sky and the sun. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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