"Before you have obtained the Ten Thousand Dragon Soul Pearl, your Highness is worried about not having enough points?"

In the fairy palace in Bahuang City, a chess game was about to come to an end. The middle-aged man with a white face and no need to bend and elegant temperament chuckled gently, looked at the chess path in front of him, and showed a hint of admiration, saying, "In such a game that turns the world, the Nine Heavens has the greatest heritage. Your Highness must be one of the people who want that person to die the most. But except for some clues, he helped him say a few words, but he refused to make any decisions. He did not participate in the assassination plan, and wanted to divide the number of dragon souls?"

The man in yellow robe was silent. On the chessboard, he had already won the game and said calmly: "How much do you plan to give me?"

The middle-aged man with a elegant temperament smiled and said, "It seems that his highness did not agree with it!"

The man in the yellow robe said lightly: "The dragon soul is a remnant of the ancient ancient tribe, and my ninth level of heaven is originally a blood descendant of the ancient dragon tribe. Even the martial arts we practice are related to the dragon tribe. So, do you think the ten dragon souls you promised are enough?"

The elegant man smiled bitterly: "But in this matter, the Ninth World is not strong enough. If Your Highness had already thought of getting a few more dragon souls, why not put in more strength? Haha, if Your Highness was willing to do this, even if the God Transformation could be used, we would not have to prepare so many Nascent Souls to die, let alone take the risk and take out the forbidden killing weapon on the edge of the demon!"

The man in yellow robe said lightly: "I am the emperor of the Ninth Heaven, and I don't want to be the assassination!"

The middle-aged man with a graceful demeanor smiled and suddenly said, "Where has the Lord of the Four Tribes beside His Highness gone?"

The man in the yellow robe kept silent: "They have their own business!"

The elegant man continued: "I think I can get the dragon soul because I have a treasure maker inherited from the ancient dragon clan, which can reveal the dragon soul. The Nine Heavenly Heaven is called the blood descendant of the ancient dragon clan. Although this statement is too long to distinguish the authenticity, since I said so, I believe that there will be some inherited treasures in the Nine Heavenly Heavenly Heaven dynasty..."

The man in the yellow robe was still calm and seemed to have made a promise.

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "So the people sent by Your Highness should have already obtained the Ten Thousand Dragon Soul Bead?"

The man in the yellow robe just looked down at the chessboard, and seemed to have not heard him.

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, saying, "It's like this game of chess. I thought I had won, but I didn't expect..."

He thought more and more, and praised more and more, and said, "Your Highness's plan is indeed unparalleled in the world. If the Eight Desolate City and the Immortal Alliance are investigated, you will definitely find that there are many forces involved in this murder, but there is no Ninth Heaven. The consequences of the incident will naturally be borne by those aristocratic families. At that time, the Ninth Heaven will definitely not stand up and eliminate the consequences of this matter as mentioned before!"

The man in yellow robe finally smiled and said, "You made the so-called promise, not me!"

The middle-aged man gave a thumbs up and said, "So, the final result is that the Ninth Heaven has obtained the Dragon Soul. His Highness has except for the thorn in his eyes, but the blame has been made by the aristocratic families. His Highness did nothing, but became the final winner!"

The man in the yellow robe smiled lightly after a while and said, "The dragon soul that I promised to give to you will give it to you!"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Because I still have to use my power to open the seal?"

The man in yellow robe did not comment.

"Your Highness, I lost..."

The middle-aged man clasped his fists helplessly and laughed in admiration.

But deep in the smile, it seems to have a deeper meaning.

...

...

It was at the edge of the Demon Abyss at this time, the battlefield of Guiya Mountain.

The four mysterious old cultivators seized the Ten Thousand Dragon Soul Pearl and forced the cultivators to retreat with an eight-treasure plague gourd. They were rushing to escape into the distance. The eight-treasure plague gourd was extremely strange and terrifying, and they divided the void into an unmanned area. The cultivators were anxious, but no one of them dared to catch up with the black gourd and those who were stained with plague seeds and roaring in pain.

Seeing the four mysterious old cultivators escaping from birth, suddenly, a sigh sounded.

"Did I say that if I see you harming people with plague seeds again, I will definitely kill you?"

The voice is extremely dull, but it seems to contain some kind of power.

Even now on the battlefield where the sound of killing sounds shook the sky, the sound was extremely clear, as if it was ringing in my ears.

"Who is it?"

The four mysterious old cultivators trembled for no reason, and their speed slowed down.

"Go away!"

The other three old cultivators were just shocked and continued to rush forward.

But Lao Xiu, who sacrificed the Eight Treasure Plague Gourd, suddenly felt something extremely strange. The other three people didn't realize who said this, but this old Xiu suddenly remembered something incredible.

His eyes were extremely frightened and he looked back.

The direction he looked at was exactly where the Jiulong Lihuo cover was covered.

At this time, the Nine Dragon Lihuo Cover had been there for half an hour, silent. It seemed that there had been no movement inside for a long time. I guess the people inside had already refined it, but they had sacrificed the Nine Dragon Lihuo Cover and had no intention of taking it back. After the sacrifice was released, they had already escaped to avoid being caught and forced to open it.

In the eyes of the cultivators, the people inside had already been refined to death.

Once the Nine Dragon Lihuo Cover covers the enemy, the enemy will not die and the divine fire will not be extinguished.

But now, the divine fire has been extinguished for a long time, and the people inside must have died long ago...

"Bang!"

But just when the thought arose, they suddenly heard a loud noise coming from the Jiulong Lihuo Cover. The indescribable power made black cracks appear in the surrounding void. The Jiulong Lihuo Cover root is in the void, just like a big tree planted underground. But now, the entire cover is violently shaken and the void is torn apart.

"Daozi..."

They surrounded the cover and killed the old deacon of Wangqing Island and Guan Ao, who were covered in blood, were all shocked.

His eyes were surprised and delighted, and he looked at the cover that made them desperate.

"not good……"

The old cultivator who sacrificed the Eight Treasure Plague Gourd screamed and quickly activated his magic power.

“Wow…”

The black gourd hit the cover, and the black smoke filled it and rolled out.

When Guan Ao saw this scene, he roared the tiger and slashed the knife hard towards the gourd.

But at this moment, another loud bang came from the Jiulong Lihuo Cover, and then a ray of burning fire appeared. The cover was knocked over directly, and then a figure flashed out from the cover, and lightly grabbed Guan Ao's sword. He pressed his five fingers, and a ball of fire was beating in his palm, which refined the entire gourd and the black gas inside.

Widths of fire flashed and jumped, and the gourd turned into ashes little by little, as if it had never appeared before.

"That's impossible..."

Seeing his eight-treasure plague gourd being refined, two terrifying gazes appeared in the mysterious old cultivator's eyes.

I don’t know if it is impossible for my gourd to be refined, or if it is impossible for the person in the cover to come out...

But in short, he felt an extremely panic and turned around and ran away.

But after a few steps away, he had to stop.

Because the person who refined the Eight Treasure Plague Gourd had already come behind him and pressed his shoulder.

This mysterious old cultivator had a violent beating for a moment, and he didn't dare to move his body any longer.

However, the owner of this hand did not kill him immediately, but raised his other hand and made a move forward.

With just such a simple action, a purple light appeared on the three old cultivators who had escaped dozens of miles away in front of him, and instantly flew over the void, came to the person, suddenly stopped, and appeared as a bead.

It circled around the figure, jumping and circling constantly, as if it was very close.

Because this person was his master.

The only person in this world who has connections with it can directly summon its place.

"Ten Thousand Dragon Soul Pearl..."

The three mysterious old cultivators were all shocked and desperately chased the bead. The purpose of their trip was originally such a bead. If they escaped with the bead, it would be fine, but the bead flew away, so there was no need for them to escape.

At this time, the cultivators around him looked at the shadow in the void with horror.

He was wearing a simple green robe and had no hairpin ornaments. That was because all the pens on his body were refined into ashes in the Jiulong Lihuo Cover. Therefore, he could only use his magic power to refine a green robe and simply cover himself.

However, although he had no apparel, his whole body seemed elegant and calm, as if he was blessed by some kind of power in the world, with an invisible sense of dignity, his hair fluttered, his green robe was swollen, and his faint fire spirit was entangled around him. In the fire spirit, nine dragon shadows appeared and disappeared, making him stand quietly in the void like a god.

At this moment, the world seemed to be dim, and only his figure seemed extremely clear.

Looking at the beads flying around him, he nodded slightly, and then his eyes swept around.

Facing that gaze, everyone subconsciously felt that they were shorter.

"How could this happen..."

"How could he survive..."

Facing his gaze, everyone's heart thumped, and they almost didn't dare to look directly at him.

Whether it is the eight Plutos in Jiuyou Palace, the black-robed elder who had just chased the white cat, the charming witch, the four mysterious old cultivators, etc., even the old deacon of Wangqing Island, Guan Ao, plus the white cat, etc.

At this time, everyone showed an incredible expression.

Fang Yuan!

That was Fang Yuan, who had been covered by the Jiulong Lihuo Cover. How could he be still alive?

That is enough to refine gods and kill demons. Even in the realm of transforming gods, they will be refined to death in that mask...

Why did he come out alive?

"This is a really good killing game that is completely unsuccessful..."

Fang Yuan, who was in mid-air, slowly glanced over the cultivators, then lowered his eyes. He praised him softly, and then looked at the mysterious old cult who was pressed on his shoulder with his right hand. Although he had guessed who he was, he still straightened his body, then pulled away the black scarf on his face, revealing a strange and green face.

"Immortal Ji Lao..."

Many people around know this old monster.

In fact, as soon as the Eight Treasure Plague Gour came out just now, countless people recognized him.

"I recognize you. You are the lord of the Nine Heavens Plague Tribe. Your name is Xiao Ji. Others call you the Immortal Ji..."

Fang Yuan looked at him, spoke calmly, told him his identity, and then said, "Is it true that he set up a killing game?"
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