After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 144 143. Can you bear this cause and effect? ​​(8.1K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
千鹤宗.

A secret place.
Tang Fan was breathing heavily.

The old monster in Zifu named Zhang Han put too much pressure on him. Although the escape just now was very short and there was no fighting, he only felt that it was a dangerous situation that he had never experienced in his life, and it was many times more dangerous than the previous fox and wolf encirclement.

But fortunately he succeeded.

Now, after calming down, he tried to untie the rope that was wrapped around him.

He circulated the Xuan Qi through his fingertips, but when he reached the ninth level of Xuan training, he could no longer climb any higher.

"Damn it, what kind of weird thing is this? I can't even use one of the six bloods in my crimson palace!"

"But, if I can't use the power of the Crimson Palace, can I not untie this rope?"

"Open it for me!"

His eyes were sharp, and his fingertips were as sharp as swords. He cut the rope with a "swish".

But there was not even a white mark on the rope.

He chopped at the rope again and again, but the rope was still intact.

He changed his approach and began to pull hard, but the more he pulled, the tighter the rope became.

He suddenly had an idea and tried to gather all his energy. He then carefully pulled the rope, but still couldn't pull it.

Tang Fan fell backward helplessly. After waiting for two days and two nights, he suddenly sat up again, took out a communication stone from his arms, and shouted a few times into it.

A moment later, a response came from the other side of the communication stone.

"Ok?"

Fang Qingmeng's voice sounded in the communication stone, but she didn't ask questions like "Was it successful?"

Tang Fan said excitedly: "Sister Meng, I escaped!

Your strategy is really useful.

I didn't expect that the old monster was such a kind and righteous person, and would actually care about mortals.

You didn't see how he stood on the cliff and looked into the distance in a trance. It was because he was distracted, and he was usually careless and used to my escape, so he gave me this opportunity.

Hehehe, I told you, even if a god comes, don’t try to trap me, Tang Fan!"

"You're showing off again." Fang Qingmeng said helplessly, "That day you made vomiting noises in front of the old monster and said I was aloof. I was almost scared to death by you."

Tang Fan said proudly: "Your fairy is very famous in Qianhe Sect. Which disciple doesn't know that you are aloof? Seeing your appearance, it is normal for me to express a few opinions. How could that old monster be suspicious?"

After that, he hurriedly said in a flattering tone: "Of course, it is still you, Sister Meng, who is so smart and calmly arranged the destination of the trip south near this secret place.

Now that the old demon can’t find me anywhere, he might think that I secretly got on the yellow gourd and left with him.

When he chased after it and searched, he found nothing.

As for me, I have long disappeared without a trace. Hehehe"

Fang Qingmeng said, "Stop talking nonsense. Have you untied the rope?"

Tang Fan said helplessly: "I can't untie it. I have never seen this rope before. It is very strange. Once you are tied up completely, the power above the Crimson Palace Realm will not be able to be exerted.

However, in the early days of the Crimson Palace.
Do not!
I estimate that it would take the strength of a mid-stage Crimson Palace master to help me untie this rope.

Sister Meng, do you think there is any elder in the sect who is willing to help me solve this problem?"

There was silence for a long time before Fang Qingmeng's voice was heard from the other side of the communication stone.

A soft sigh, followed by a helpless voice.

"Don't even think about it. All the disciples and elders who still want to fight against Fox Wolf have gone south with me. Now those who remain in Qianhe Sect are all mature and prudent elders who care about the overall situation.

If you dare to run in front of them, they will immediately arrest you, find Zhang Han, make amends and apologize, and then hand you over to Zhang Han."

Tang Fan smiled bitterly and said, "Doesn't that mean that if I want to untie this rope, I can only come south to find you?"

Fang Qingmeng hesitated for a moment and responded, "You should hide first and wait until the storm has passed. It seems that they have a time limit for arresting you. Once the time limit is over, they should not be so anxious. They can't afford to waste time."

Tang Fan said, "Sister Meng, it's okay for me to hide here. But I haven't seen you for a long time. What should I do if I can't sleep at night?"

Fang Qingmeng said coquettishly, "You are so smooth-talking! I am devoted to seeking the truth, who would play this kind of emotional game with you?"

Tang Fan chuckled and said, "I'm not like this to every woman, it's just because Sister Meng is too..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the communication stone hung up.

Tang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little helpless.

Originally, he was planning to say a few more words of concern and ask Fang Qingmeng to be careful when traveling south.

The political center of Da Chu and its sects are all in the north, but the south is not a barren land like Wuxuan, otherwise they would not be able to migrate south.

He had lived in the south in his early years, so he vaguely knew that there were some cultivator sects in the south, but those sects were very different from the Qianhe Sect. They acted viciously, were arrogant, and would do anything to gain power.

But on second thought, Fang Qingmeng's team includes the two most senior elders of Qianhe Sect, both of whom are in the middle stage of Crimson Palace. With such a lineup, how could they be afraid of some small sects in the south?

At this time, Tang Fan looked down at the ropes on his body and sighed helplessly.

One must not slack off in the path of cultivation. If one waits for several years, it would be a huge loss.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. His body suddenly froze and his pupils gradually shrank. When he saw the figure of a man in a black robe who had been disfigured by sword marks appearing at the entrance to the secret realm in the distance with heavy ripples, his eyeballs seemed to pop out with an extremely incredible and unbelievable look on his face.

If that man in black robe isn't Song Yan, then who else could that be?

Tang Fan felt like his heart was about to stop beating.

At this moment, he froze there, his body and mind in a state of extreme fear. But his own temperament still forced him to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Senior, I. I. Hahaha. I."

Snapped!
Tang Fan clapped his hands suddenly and praised, "You found me again! You are worthy of being my senior. I was wondering why you haven't found me yet. Hehehe."

Song Yan looked at the young man and sighed.

He thought Tang Fan had a way to get rid of this "blood-trapping rope".

As a result, this is it?
As for the secret realm
For the cultivators in the Purple Mansion Realm, the secret realm can no longer be hidden.

Not only that, he leaned against the entrance to the secret realm and used his powerful thoughts to listen to the conversations in the secret realm.

In addition, the Qi-Seeing Pearl is still useful for the masters of the Crimson Palace hidden in these secret realms.

It would be fine if the secret realm and the human world were two real spaces, but there is no real "space barrier" between the two, but rather a very thin layer of "paper".

He changed his mind and felt that it was not that Tang Fan was useless, but that the power and treasures of the Purple Mansion Realm were too strong.

If he was tied up with a "blood rope" at the beginning, he would not be able to break free, right?
But then again, since Tang Fan planned to stay in the secret realm, his idea of ​​seeing Tang Fan's cards and secrets was dashed.

So, he naturally walked in, with a sullen face, and grabbed Tang Fan and left the secret realm.

A few days later.
Two figures flew past in the air at high speed.

All the way south.

Song Yan got a lot of information about the State of Chu from the Qianhe Sect.

The secret places and treasures that can be explored in the north of Chu State have long been known, so if you want to find more, you still have to go south.

In the records of the Qianhe Sect and the Chu government, the south was a "land of savages" where not only were the people there tough and fierce, but the cultivators were also extremely wild, and there were also countless poisonous insects and monsters.

They built their capital in the north, not because the south lacked mysterious energy, but because the south was too chaotic.

From the records, Song Yan saw the names of several small sects.

What is the "Blood Corpse Sect" and "Ghost Demon Sect"?
As soon as he saw them, he felt that the names of these sects looked very familiar and that they had a connection with him.

It's not for any other reason, but mainly because as a ghost cultivator, Zhang Han, he has too few treasures and there is not a single one that he can show off.

As for the previous methods of "Sword Demon Dragon" and "Hundred Aspects of Demon Body", they were too recognizable and would be exposed as soon as they were used.

Now, all he relied on were some simple ghost cultivation spells recorded in the "Ghost Infant Sutra".

The rest is gone.
How shabby this scene is!
Before going to the "Tiger's Soul Threshold", he should at least prepare some trump cards for himself, right?

It's late afternoon.

The two people flying in the air slowly landed and stopped in a deserted forest.

There happened to be a few wild deer running not far away. Tang Fan's eyes lit up and he stood up and said, "Senior, I'm a good cook. I'll go get you some venison."

Song Yan glanced at him and asked, "What's delicious?"

Tang Fan smiled confidently and said, "Hehe, you'll know after you try it. It's guaranteed to be the most delicious dish you've ever tasted!"

Song Yan looked at the boy and sneered. He then raised his hands and swiped twice to pull the wild deer over. Then he started to prepare the venison himself with ease.

In a short while, the deer was eaten three times.

Roasting, roasting, and soup, each has its own characteristics.

He has really practiced his cooking skills. When he was Mr. Li, his cooking skills were well-known far and wide. After so many years, it is natural that he has become a master.

Tang Fan originally thought that this old freak might not care about worldly things, so he wanted to show off his cooking skills to shock his taste buds and improve his favorability. But he didn't expect that after eating the food made by the old freak, his eyes almost popped out, and he kept shouting "Delicious, very delicious, another bowl, absolutely delicious, really amazing".

Song Yan took out another jar of fine wine from his storage bag, removed the seal, and started drinking.

Tang Fan looked at him in shock, and then said flatteringly: "Senior, please give me one jar as well."

Song Yan drank a few big gulps happily, then grabbed a piece of golden roasted venison and took a big bite, sighing comfortably.

Tang Fan's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed his saliva.

He could already smell the wine.

He approached with a playful smile and said shamelessly: "Grandpa, give me a drink."

Song Yan smiled and looked at him, and said like a mantra: "Golden Armored God, Golden Armored God"

Tang Fan stopped talking, got himself some clean water, and continued to eat the meat with the water. He had to admit: the barbecue made by this old monster was better than his.

He felt like "fuck it". He thought back to when he was training outside, he used his barbecue skills to lure the monsters in the forest, but he didn't expect that he couldn't be defeated by an old monster. This made him feel like "the monsters were barbecuing and lured him over."

I was drinking water with frustration when suddenly a voice came from a distance.

"Hey."

Tang Fan looked up, only to see the old monster from Zifu raising his hand and throwing a jar of fine wine towards him.

He took it subconsciously, and then said hesitantly: "Senior, I won't tell you what you want to know.

Everyone has secrets. And I promise that my secret will be of no use to you.

It's useless for you to know and it's useless for me to say it, so let's not talk about it, okay?"

Song Yan said: "Not good."

Tang Fan gave a helpless smile and was about to hand the jar of wine back.

Song Yan raised the wine jar in his hand, pretending to raise his glass from a distance, and said, "What a fuss."

Tang Fan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. He also slapped the seal open with great generosity, placed his five fingers on the inside of the wine jar, raised it from a distance, and said heroically, "Cheers!"

Song Yan smiled and said, "Fuck!"

The two men drank and ate meat with big gulps, and from time to time they would boast like "When I was still a mortal, I could drink three jars of strong liquor by myself."

After finishing two jars, Song Yan took two more jars and continued drinking.

In a blink of an eye, two jars became four jars, and four jars became eight jars, and the two of them drank more and more.

Tang Fan burped comfortably, tilted his head, and fell to the side.

Song Yan put down the wine jar and looked at the young man who fell to the ground.

Over the years, he has made some progress in herbology. At least he has imitated the pharmacology of "Crazy Heart Powder" and used the pharmaceutical experience left by Master Kuye Swordsman to restore a lost strange medicine called "True Heart Powder".

This medicine has no other effect, it can make people speak the truth, and it is effective against all cultivators below the Crimson Palace Realm. If it is taken with fine wine brewed from Xuanhua grass, the effect will be even better.

However, the chances for him to use his "true fans" are extremely rare.

But today, he used it on Tang Fan.

It had no effect.

But firstly, Tang Fan fell to the ninth level of Lianxuan due to the "Blood Rope" realm, and secondly, he was really happy drinking today and drank a lot. Because he was infected by this atmosphere, because he knew that if a Purple Mansion monster wanted to kill him, it would not be so troublesome.

So, he was careless.

Song Yan sat next to Tang Fan and said, "You can't beat Fourteenth Aunt."

Tang Fan smacked his lips and said, "How can I not defeat it? What is it? And what am I? How can I not defeat it?"

Song Yan said: "Boasting."

Tang Fan patted his chest drunkenly and said, "You don't understand this. This is called the innate inheritance secret technique. I have had it since I was born. My mother said that I actually belong to a huge race called the Ancient Clan.

But I absolutely cannot let anyone know, because there are so many people and monsters in this world who want to kill the ancient clan.

Da Chu is not the territory of the ancient clan and cannot be protected. If I leak it, I will surely die.

Hey, Sister Meng, don’t tell anyone.

I, hehe, will only tell you this."

Song Yan:.
He continued: "What is the innate inheritance secret technique?"

Tang Fan said: “My mother said there are many ancient tribes.

Unlike the innate demon blood of demons, the people of the ancient clan all have innate secret skills that are engraved in their souls.

The secret techniques of different ancient tribes are also different.

My mother called my clan the Wuxiang clan.

Hehe, I can imitate any spell that has been used in front of me, and add the unique mystical power of my clan to counter it.

This is called "the devil is one foot high and the Tao is ten feet higher, and we should give him back in his own way."

That day, Fourteenth Aunt transformed into a hundred-meter-long Dragon Demon Shadow. I imitated its magic and transformed directly into a few dozen meters long. Combined with the secret techniques of my clan, my whole body was shining with golden light. I struck her with one sword, catching her off guard by surprise. If it weren't for that damn old demon Zhang, I would have killed Fourteenth Aunt long ago.

Old Demon Zhang wants to learn my secret technique, but I can only use it but not explain it, so how can I possibly teach him? "

He muttered something, then burped again.

Song Yan continued to ask some questions.

Tang Fan answered all the questions.

As I asked him questions, he became silent and started snoring heavily.

Song Yan sat cross-legged with a serious expression.

Ancient tribe?

The formless clan?
Use his methods to repay others?

Innate secret technique?

The water in this world is really too deep. The next day, morning.

Tang Fan woke up and after some hard work, he remembered what happened last night.

He looked at Song Yan in shock, and suddenly jumped and cursed like a drunken girl who was raped, "Old Demon Zhang, do you have any shame? Do you still have any shame? You even resorted to such despicable means?"

"You're already in the Purple Mansion Realm, and you're still using such despicable and shameless means?"

"shameless!"

"shameless!"

Song Yan glared at him and said, "Are you arguing again?"

Tang Fan looked at him resentfully and cried, "You bully people. You don't bully people like this.

Obviously you were drinking, and obviously you looked so generous, but I can still tell the difference between real generosity and fake generosity, obviously. Obviously."

Song Yan interrupted, "Be careful next time. I won't tell your secrets."

After that, he looked at the morning light floating on the clouds at dawn and said, "Let's go and continue on our journey."

In a blink of an eye, several days passed.

The stars are like water.

The two rested in front of the campfire again.

Tang Fan sneered, "You are at least a Purple Mansion Realm expert. How come you don't even have a decent flying vehicle? Fly, fly, fly every day!"

Song Yan asked curiously, "Are you a woman dressed as a man?"

Tang Fan:.
The young man groaned, stopped talking, and leaned against the old tree with his arms around his chest and began to sleep.

He has been speaking like this ever since that day when Song Yan made him drink too much and he accidentally leaked the secret.

Song Yan didn't care about him either.

He asked all the questions that should be asked that day. If this kid is not using his acting skills now, then his secrets have basically been exposed.

The reason why Tang Fan was able to resist the fox and wolf tribes was entirely because he relied on the "innate inherited secret technique of the Wuxiang ancient tribe."

Song Yan knew how terrifying that secret technique was just by thinking about it.

For ordinary spells, the Wuxiang Ancient Clan can learn them immediately just by imitating them once.

For more complicated ones, you can learn them by imitating them a few times.

As for the secret art of blood, it requires the other party to release it before it can be released, which is more or less a restriction.

Otherwise, Song Yan really couldn't imagine it.

At this time, he continued to read the book "The True Explanation of Formations".

Scan the panel:
【Name: Song Yan】

【Shouyuan: 39/15812】

[Realm: Early Purple Mansion]

[Kung Fu: True Explanation of the Dao of Formation]

[Spell: Array Dao·Five Elements Gathering Mysterious Array (Not yet started)]

Over the years, he used leather making to gain himself a lifespan of about 4,000 years.

After these days of hard work, he finally managed to move the complicated formation onto the panel.

At this time, he focused his attention on the "Five Elements Gathering Mysterious Array".

[You have invested 61 years of your life to complete the Five Elements Gathering Mysterious Formation. You can use the formation proficiently and make formation plates and flags.]

[You are not satisfied with the perfection of a single formation, and continue to invest your life. One year later, you begin to realize that there is a possibility of improvement in the "Five Elements Gathering Mysterious Formation", but you lack the opportunity and cannot know it.]

Song Yan opened his eyes slightly, took out the "Five Elements Gathering Mysterious Array" formation plate, formation flag, and the wooden black cave crystal jade from the storage bag, and fell into deep thought.

He needs to "gather evil spirits".

I hope this trip south will be fruitful.

After playing with it for a while, he put away the formation plates and flags and closed his eyes to rest.

Opposite him, Tang Fan took out the communication stone and shouted into it a few times.

After spending these few days together, he found that Old Monster Zhang did not restrict his freedom, so he became more relaxed.

"Sister Meng?"

"Sister Meng?"

Tang Fan shouted loudly.

Fang Qingmeng's voice came from the communication stone.

"Stay in the secret realm and don't go anywhere. Be careful not to be discovered by Old Demon Zhang. I'm busy here, so I won't talk to you anymore."

After saying that, without waiting for a response, the communication stone hung up.

Tang Fan reluctantly put away the communication stone and began to rest.

Half a month passed.

The season was clearly heading towards midsummer, but the south was getting colder and colder, especially in the direction Song Yan and others were heading, where there was a feeling of "gusts of cold wind".

The cold wind that occasionally blew in from the gaps between the branches brought a hint of chilling coldness.

Tang Fan habitually took out the communication stone and shouted, "Sister Meng, I'm so bored!"

However, the communication stone did not connect.

Tang Fan continued to shout.

Still doesn't work.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes, threw the communication stone aside, then turned his head to look at Song Yan and said, "Senior, have you ever liked a woman?"

Song Yan did not answer.

Tang Fan said carelessly: "What should you do if you meet a woman you like but she ignores you?

You said Sister Meng, if she didn’t like me, how could she help me so much, and how could she help me out of trouble? "

Song Yan looked at the boy speechlessly and closed his eyes.

After spending these days together, he has confirmed that this kid's acting skills are average, and his secrets are just that few. Compared with what he initially imagined, he is much worse. He is the kind of person who can be "sold out and count the money" by people like Fox Grandma, Red Grandma, Gu Huangzi, and Zhang Han if they are of equal strength.

Tang Fan, after a period of resentment and sarcasm, has now given up and has become more casual with this old demon Zhang. In addition, he is a chatterbox, so he started to say everything.

Seeing that Song Yan didn't say anything, Tang Fan thought for a while and then said, "Why do you think she suddenly ignored me? Is she annoyed by me?"

Song Yan said: "Don't talk about her, I find you annoying too."

Tang Fan chuckled and said, "In that case, how about you let me go?"

Song Yan said, "If I let you go, what will I do? What will happen to the people of Da Chu?"

Tang Fanqi asked, "Oh, you still care about the people of Da Chu?"

Song Yan said: "In my eyes, if you die on one side or countless others die on the other side, I will definitely choose you to die."

Tang Fan said: "What about you? If you were me, would you be willing to die for the people of Da Chu?"

Song Yan said frankly: "I don't want to."

Tang Fan snorted coldly and said, "Hypocrisy."

Song Yan said: "Although I am not willing to use my own life to save others, I am very happy to use other people's lives to save them, especially when it is convenient."

Tang Fan asked: "What if you can't save her?"

Song Yan said: "Then don't save him."

Tang Fan asked, "Are you still going to say that if I escape, I will be the murderer who killed countless people of Da Chu?"

Song Yan said: "Yes, you must understand this."

Tang Fan jumped up and said, "But if it were you, you wouldn't be the murderer if you escaped, right?!"

Song Yan smiled and said, "You finally understand."

Tang Fan was stunned for a long time, and hummed strangely, "As expected of a demon," then raised his hands to the sky and wailed loudly, "Oh my God, am I really hopeless?"

Song Yan said: "Before the evil treasure is taken off, you can still be saved."

Tang Fan said sadly: "That's useless, I'm just a small follower, how can I play tricks on so many old demons and monsters like you?

"You are all so cunning and shameless, how can I beat you? Am I doomed?"

Song Yan said: "You are not the only one."

Tang Fan was stunned for a moment, then his mood suddenly improved a lot. He stood up with a somersault, took out the communication stone, and shouted to the other end: "Sister Meng! Sister Meng? I love you."

Seeing that the old monster Zifu had closed his eyes, Tang Fan chuckled and said, "Senior, you don't understand the feelings of us young people."

Then, he continued to say to the communication stone: "Sister Meng, I love you."

He kept saying it over and over again.

Anyway, the communication stone is not connected, so it doesn’t matter.

But suddenly, the communication stone lit up.

Tang Fan just finished saying "I love you".

He was startled, because the "communication stone lights up" means that the call has been connected, and his confession, which he had never intended to convey, was also transmitted.

His cheeks actually turned red.

However, a strange "rustling" sound was heard from the other side of the communication stone, and its bright light only lasted for a breath or two before instantly dimming.

Tang Fan was stunned for a moment, scratched his head again, frowned and muttered: "What's going on? Did Sister Meng answer the call accidentally?"

But when he looked again, he saw Song Yan suddenly stood up.

The old monster in Zifu raised his hand and grabbed him fiercely. The murderous energy around his body surged and turned into a blood-red rainbow, which went away.

This is the evil spirit escape recorded in the Ghost Infant Sutra.

He knew the route of Qianhe Sect's migration to the south; he also had a map of Da Chu.

The southward migration route will pass through a place called "Blood Corpse Sect".

Although the sect's records stated that the sect's strongest master was only in the early stage of the Crimson Palace.

But if anything happens to the team migrating south, the Blood Corpse Sect will definitely not be able to escape responsibility.

He already knew the route by heart.

Now it’s time to get going.

"Sikong Yin! You brought us here just to sacrifice this evil creature?"

Fang Qingmeng, dressed in a white robe, stood in a corner with the other three elders, barely creating a barrier to protect the people heading south and isolate them from the billowing black smoke outside.

And in the black smoke, there stood two elders wearing Qianhe Sect robes, a blood-robed monk, and a sturdy man wearing skeleton armor.

The blood-robed monk snorted coldly: "This is not an evil object, but a soul treasure - the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

The other white-robed man in the lead said, "You are too stubborn. In this world, if you don't become stronger, you will be bullied by others.

If we monks fail, how will ordinary people survive?
Instead of this, we should make them our strength."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and pointed at the billowing black smoke that filled the city behind him, as well as the people who had died tragically in the black smoke, those who were still staggering, those who were lying on the ground gnawing, and those who were completely twisted, and said: "This small city has more than 200,000 people, and they are usually quite kind. I plan to use them to sacrifice to refine the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Because they are so kind, if they knew that they could become treasures in my hands and kill some demons one day in the future, they would surely be happy.

I thought they would understand, but after I cut off their food supply, they actually started to resist and riot? Then when they found they couldn't escape, they started to eat each other. It was so ugly.
However, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, as a legendary soul treasure, is not so easy to sacrifice and refine. Therefore, it requires the souls of all the Crimson Palaces to enter the banner in order to succeed."

Inside the protective shield, a white-haired elder of the Qianhe Sect shouted angrily, "Sikong Yin! You are the sect master's brother, how could you do such a thing?"

Another elder asked, "Wouldn't it be better to go south and establish a branch sect? Why do you want to do this?"

The white-robed man known as Sikong Yin said with disdainful smile: "What's the point of establishing another Qianhe Sect?

Can we resist the northern demons by following the steps? !

Only my alliance of sub-sects that unites many demon cultivators in the south is the future for the cultivators of Da Chu!

Don't blame me for not giving you a chance. I have discussed with you how to establish a sect in the south.

You all disagree with me.

So what else can I do?
If you find out that I have surrounded a city to refine treasures, you will not tolerate me!

In this case, it is better to strike first."

After saying that, he set his eyes on the white-robed female cultivator again, as if he was sizing her up, with a bit of lust in his eyes. He suddenly said, "Master Qingmeng, if you are willing to practice dual cultivation with me, I will spare your life. Anyway, three Crimson Palace souls are enough to refine the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

Fang Qingmeng stared at him coldly, then suddenly her eyes moved and she sneered, "Sikong Yin, are you wondering why I put six mortals in the team heading south?"

Sikong Yin was stunned.

He really found this matter strange.

The team heading south was already decided, but the sudden appearance of six mortals was very strange.

Those six mortals were shoved in by Fang Qingxue regardless of the consequences, and she also took good care of them when they got on the yellow-skinned gourd.

He never understood why, but since he was just a mortal, he didn't care much.

Fang Qingmeng stared into his eyes and said word by word: "It doesn't matter if you kill me, or even if you kill all the fellow disciples of Qianhe Sect here, but if you dare to touch those six people, guess how big the consequences will be?"

Sikong Yin’s eyes suddenly widened and he stood there in a daze.

The blood-robed monk at the side was the leader of the Blood Corpse Sect. He frowned and said, "How can a mere mortal have such a profound background?"

The burly man in the skeleton armor was the leader of the Ghost Demon Sect. He smiled contemptuously and said in a muffled voice, "Master Sikong, don't be intimidated. This girl's mouth is so mobile, why not let her move more later. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I haven't tasted the Yin essence of the fairy of the Crimson Palace of the Qianhe Sect yet."

But no matter what the two sect leaders said, Sikong Yin no longer responded.

He pondered in doubt, then suddenly roared at Fang Qingmeng: "This is impossible!"

Fang Qingmeng said calmly: "Not only do you think it's impossible, I also think it's impossible, but it happens to be true."

She became more relaxed as she spoke, even laughing.

"Can you bear this karma?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Yin was already sweating profusely.

The two leaders of the Demon Sect in the southern part of Da Chu looked at him in surprise, not knowing what the two men were talking about.

(End of this chapter)