These words were said by Zhu Jiugong. Although his Nascent Soul escaped, it also damaged his vitality.√∟ What's more, the shadow snake was extremely precious to him, and a shadow snake was equivalent to his life.

Never stop until death!

But at this time, Li Mingdao's heart fell to the bottom, and he felt even more secretly hated Zhu Jiugong.

In the past, Li Mingdao did not dare to be disrespectful to Zhu Jiugong. After all, this is a Nascent Soul Ancestor. If you want your own life, it is just a matter of one sentence.

But now, his heart has already scolded Zhu Jiugong in his heart.

This old thing is really hateful. If you run away, you will run away. Why don’t you say that you will never die? Didn’t you let me wait here to push the tank?

If this person is unhappy, he will destroy himself and others directly, and he will go there to reason.

And according to Li Mingdao's estimate, the possibility of destroying himself and others will definitely not be small.

"This senior, junior and others were forced by Zhu Jiugong to follow him. I also asked senior to let me wait for a way out. I will definitely not dare to offend your divine power again." Li Mingdao knew that he could do only one thing, that is, kneel down and ask Fang Ling for his life.

Although he is a disciple of the Holy Alliance and although he has a great sense of belonging to the Holy Alliance, as a monk, what he cares most about is his own life.

If you lose your life, you don't need to mention anything else.

As Li Mingdao knelt down, the other disciples who supported the Holy Alliance also knelt down one by one.

In addition to asking for life, they now lament that they are not lucky in their lives and capture the remnants of the Divine Sect like Meng Qing. It was just a small thing, but they did not expect to encounter such a killing star.

Even the Nascent Soul Ancestor escaped, let alone these low-level monks.

Fang Ling waved at Li Mingdao and said, "It's not impossible to give you a way out. As long as you answer a few questions from me."

Li Mingdao's heart hesitated. He knew that the problem of being able to exchange his own life was definitely not a simple problem.

However, the fear of being positioned as a traitor by the Holy Alliance was temporarily overwhelmed by Fang Ling's fear of killing him. With the idea of ​​reading a movie, he said respectfully: "Please give me instructions. As long as I know it, I will definitely tell you everything."

"Where is the nearest base of the Yongsheng Alliance?" Fang Ling picked up a glass of wine and asked softly.

Didn’t this person want to attack the Holy Alliance? After this thought arose in his mind, Li Mingdao immediately rejected this idea.

How is it possible? As far as he knows, at the nearest station, there are not only dozens of Jindan real people, but also four or five Yuanying ancestors.

Even if this person is powerful, he can still attack the places where four or five Nascent Soul Ancestors gather.

Telling this place to Fang Ling is not a matter of revealing the secret of the Holy Alliance. He was happy for a moment and respectfully said to Fang Ling: "Report to Master. My Holy Alliance's nearest base is in the Langjiang Sword Sect."

"Oh, isn't this far from the Langjiang Sword Sect?" Fang Ling's eyes lit up, and some things from that year immediately arose in his heart.

"Report to senior. It's only a thousand miles away from the sect base of the Langjiang Sword Sect."

Li Mingdao carefully pondered the joy in Fang Ling's eyes, and the more he pondered, the more he felt something was wrong in his heart.

Isn’t this person really going to attack the Langjiang Sword Sect?

Fang Ling, who had already thoughts in his heart, waved to Li Mingdao and said, "You can leave!"

Li Mingdao and others were afraid that Fang Ling would change their minds. Although Li Mingdao saw something strange in Fang Ling's smile, he did not dare to say more, and they all controlled the magic weapons and left in a panic way.

When Li Mingdao and others were about to leave by controlling the magic weapon, Meng Qing said loudly: "Senior, you can't let them go like this."

"Why can't I let them go like this?" Fang Ling asked faintly at Meng Qing who was still lying on the ground.

Meng Qing's heart sank, knowing what he said just now, which made the ancestor uncomfortable. He hurriedly said: "These people who own the Holy Alliance are the least moral, and they will definitely gather a lot of people to deal with their seniors."

"So what if there are too many people?" Fang Ling waved his hand, and the magic weapon rope bound to Meng Qing's body instantly cracked into several segments.

This move made Meng Qing's respect on his face a little more. He clasped his fists and said, "Although the senior is very skilled, a good tiger cannot hold up the wolves, not to mention that behind the Holy Alliance, there is the Shaking Heaven Gate."

"Are there many people in the Holy Alliance?" Fang Ling stood up from the chair and said lightly: "You go and do your business, I'll go to the Jiangjian Sect for a trip."

"Senior, you must not. As far as I know, in addition to Lan Taozi, the Langjiang Sword Sect has at least five Nascent Soul cultivators in charge!"

Meng Qing's face was full of anxiety and said to Fang Ling anxiously.

"As long as Yan Chenzhou is not here, the rest are just a collapsed dog." Fang Ling saw his worries from Meng Qing's anxious expression, and smiled and said, "Why don't you go with me for a walk?"

After a walk around, is this place where the sect of the Langjiang Sword Sect is really a place to play? If Meng Qing had not had to take the risk because of an important pill, he would probably not have come here either.

But in the eyes of this senior, it seemed like he was going to his own vegetable garden. This... this is really hard to accept.

Meng Qing was about to refuse, but Fang Ling had already waved her sleeves, and a sword light led Fang Ling toward the distance like lightning.

"Senior, the Langjiang Sword Sect is strong and although the senior has strong cultivation, if they don't have the face to attack the senior, that..."

Meng Qing was on the way and was advised by Fang Ling not to stop the Jiangjian Sect's garrison. At the beginning, Fang Ling even answered him a few words, but later on, Fang Ling lost even this skill.

When Meng Qing was about to continue talking, Fang Ling's expression changed: "I went to the Jiang Jian Sect because I was unhappy and wanted to find someone to vent my anger. Otherwise, how about you let me vent my anger?"

When Fang Ling, who almost killed Zhu Jiugong with his hand, vented his anger, Meng Qing's heart trembled.

He knew how much he was. If he vented his anger, he might turn into air.

Meng Qing, who knew that nothing else would be helpful, immediately closed his mouth honestly. But Fang Ling said casually, "Tell me what happened to the Nanchu cultivation world in recent years?"

"Report to senior, it was a good thing a few years ago. Since Yan Shenzhou passed through the passage of the sky, our Scream of the Divine Sect and other sects that did not rely on the Hantian Sect have been besieged by the Holy Alliance."

"During this siege, all the major sects abandoned the sect and hid it. But that's it, the Nascent Soul Ancestor was still killed!"

Meng Qing said this, a hint of bitterness appeared in his expression. Although he had some connection with the Yin ancestor of the Cainu Sect, the other Yuanying ancestors had no friendship with him.

But the rabbit died and the fox was sad. It was precisely because of the lack of the protection of these Nascent Soul Ancestors that they became betrayal dogs.

"Ancestor Qingyang is the pillar of our six sects of God. Not only does he have the cultivation level of the late stage of the Nascent Soul, he is only one step away from being a half-step powerful person."

"After Yan Shenzhou passage shines on the sky, the ancestor Qingyang led his disciples to escape from the difficult realm. Unfortunately, he was ambushed by the masters of the Holy Alliance."

"I heard that although Yan Chenzhou did not pass by, he used other means and punched the ancestor to ashes."

During the years when he was in the Qianzhu Sect, Fang Ling naturally heard about the Qingyang Ancestor. This ancestor personally warned the Lianjiang Sword Sect for his affairs with the Lianjiang Sword Sect.

Although this was only requested by Liu Liren, Fang Ling was still a little grateful to this ancestor in his psychology.

As the strongest person of the Six Sects of the Swords of the Sword God, even the Ancestor Qingyang was killed, which shows that the Six Sects of the Sword God had reached a state of existence.

"How is Qianzhu Sect now?" Although Fang Ling was no longer a member of Qianzhu Sect, he couldn't help asking at this time.

"The Qianzhu Sect was also besieged, but I heard that before the Yan Shenzhou passage shone, the ancestor Liu Liren was prepared for being besieged, so the Qianzhu Sect's losses were not too great."

Meng Qing said this, a trace of suspicion appeared in his eyes. This senior didn't ask anything else, but just asked Qianzhu Sect, would he have any connection with Qianzhu Sect?

Liu Liren was able to prepare in advance so that the sect would not suffer too much damage. This news made Fang Ling a little happy.

He did not speak anymore, but turned his eyes to the spring water under his feet.

The rolling water and the mountains standing beside the flowing water have not changed at all. The situation where he blocked the river ten years ago seemed to be yesterday.

"Ten years have passed, and it is still the same here." Fang Ling pointed to a not-high mountain peak and smiled: "I have been here for some time back then, which is very good!"

Meng Qing looked at Fang Ling's familiarity with everything around him, and a lot of doubts arose in his heart.

But even though he was full of doubts, he did not dare to have any doubts about Fang Ling. He just said carefully: "Senior has practiced here."

"The Qing Jing is not considered a mere practice, it just blocked someone's door!"

The only one who blocks the door is the only one who blocks the door. Ten years ago, the word "Dujiang Sword Sect" and the Qianzhu Sect is linked together, and a name instantly appeared in Meng Qing's heart.

Rubik's Cube Ling!

This is a name that makes all the demon disciples feel proud. After all, back then, only this domineering demon had a great face to the Six Sects of Screaming Gods, and they beat the Sword Sect in the River Dao dared not go out.

Thinking of this name that stirred his heart, Meng Qing hurriedly said, "Senior, are you Senior Fang Lingfang?"

Fang Ling nodded and said, "I am Fang Ling. I didn't expect that you haven't come back for more than ten years, so you still remember me."

"Senior is the pride of my Sing Divine Sect. As long as we Sing Divine Sect disciples mention you, who will not praise you as a good man? If you can follow me and block the portal of the Sing Divine Sect again, I will have no regrets even if I die!"

While speaking, Meng Qing fell to the ground respectfully, and his eyes were filled with a look of reverence.

Could this be the legendary Na Tou bow? Fang Ling's thoughts flashed, and then waved his hand and helped Meng Qing up.

"How can I stop my anger from blocking his door? Since I am here this time, I will naturally let the Langjiang Sword Sect change its place."

While speaking, Fang Ling shook his sleeves and the demon-impering banner appeared in his hands again. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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