Under a towering ancient tree, Fang Lin sat across the stream. The Qinghong Sword, which had lost its power, leaned quietly against the ancient tree.
Fang Lin took a breath, opened his eyes and looked at the Qinghong Sword beside him. He couldn't help but feel a little dazed. The handsome figure of the silver-haired old man seemed to appear in front of him again.
Although Qinghong Sword is there, the person is no longer there.
In the past few days, Fang Lin has been reluctant to think of Jing Zhulong's death, because every time he thinks about it, his heart feels extremely heavy.
For Fang Lin, Jing Zhulong was both a teacher and a friend. When he was at his weakest, Jing Zhulong had been helping him. Without Jing Zhulong, Fang Lin might not have survived at all. Now, I don’t know where he died.
Both of them used to be wary of each other, especially Fang Lin. For a long time, they felt that the former Demon Saint was plotting against them and planning to take away his body.
It was not until later that the two experienced many hardships that the estrangement between them was gradually eliminated, and Fang Lin regarded him as a master and elder.
Until Fang Lin refined the Nirvana Pill and restored Jing Zhulong's physical body, the two of them went about their own business.
When he learned that Jing Zhulong was dead, Fang Lin realized that they had never seen each other again since that separation.
"The old mummy is dead, and even you have become like this." Fang Lin held the Qinghong Sword in his hand. Although the Qinghong Sword was still sharp, Fang Lin knew that the sword was useless and lost all its power. It's just an ordinary sword. Jing Qinghong's remnant soul has left this sword and has gone somewhere unknown, or it may have dissipated.
Thinking of this, Fang Lin couldn't help but sigh. He also wanted to go to Shiwan Mountains and Rivers to find Jing Zhulong's body. Although the man was dead, he had to be buried in peace no matter what. The once glorious Demon Saint, How desolate it would be if there was no one to collect the body after death.
It's just that the situation for Dugu Nian and the others is more serious. Fang Lin has no way to leave the Ancient Demon Ridge and can only find an opportunity to retrieve Jing Zhulong's body for burial in the future.
"It's already clear, Liao Cansheng is in the capital of Qin." Demon Saint Qitian appeared here and said to Fang Lin.
Fang Lin nodded, and a clone appeared, standing next to Fang Lin, just like Fang Lin.
This is not an ordinary clone, but Fang Lin's own flesh and blood. It has nearly 80% of Fang Lin's strength, and is also mixed with the flesh and blood of a real dragon, so his body is also extremely strong.
Although it is a clone, its strength is enough to crush any immortal strong person, and it can also fight against those with one or two levels of destiny.
But after all, it is a clone, and it is inferior to the original body in many aspects, such as being unable to use treasures. However, Fang Lin only asked this clone to negotiate terms with Mo Shouhei, and it was not a fight between life and death, so strength was not very important.
Fang Lin glanced at the clone. The latter had the same idea and left the Ancient Demon Ridge directly for the capital of Qin.
"Are you sure you can succeed?" Demon Saint Qitian couldn't help but said worriedly.
Fang Lin sighed: "Whether it succeeds or not, you have to try it first before you know. If this way doesn't work, I have other ways."
When Demon Saint Qitian heard that Fang Lin actually had other ways, he couldn't help but be curious: "Is there any other way? Then why take the risk to see Mo Shouhei?"
Fang Lin hesitated for a moment. The other method he called was also the most extreme method, using his own soul to save Dugu Nian and the others.
After all, there is the Reincarnation Pill in Fang Lin's soul. If Fang Lin sacrifices himself to inject the power of his soul into Dugu Nian and the others, there is a high chance that they can save their lives.
But if this happens, Fang Lin will definitely die. After all, even his soul has been given to others, so there is no reason to survive.
But this is the last way. If there is really no hope, Fang Lin will sacrifice himself to save Dugu Nian and others.
"The Demon Saint will know about it then." Fang Lin just said this without further explanation.
Demon Saint Qitian saw that Fang Lin seemed to have something to hide, so he didn't ask any more questions.
All forces in the Nine Kingdoms and Seven Seas surrendered to the Supreme Temple. Even the top masters hidden behind the three religions - Black and White Taoist Saints, Jinding Buddha Emperor and Black and White Taoist Saints all chose to surrender.
In the entire world, only the monster clan can survive alone. This is also because of the Demon Saint Qitian and the Sacred Tree of the Monster Clan.
The Supreme Temple naturally respects Mo Shouhei, but as an invincible strongman in the supreme realm of martial arts, Mo Shouhei is naturally aloof. The affairs of the Supreme Temple are usually taken care of by Mo Shouhei's disciple Liao Cansheng.
The atmosphere in Qin Capital was solemn. The era when the three emperors ruled the nine kingdoms had passed, and the imperial city of Qin Capital became the place where Liao Cansheng was in charge.
And the strong men of Fengjiange who followed Liao Cansheng were all in the capital of Qin. They could be said to be a gathering of masters and strong men.
Even the original Tiantian Palace could not compare with the current Fengjian Pavilion.
Fang Lin came to the capital of Qin!
The moment he stepped into the capital of Qin, he had already been discovered. Fang Lin knew it well, so he didn't hide anything and walked straight towards the imperial capital.
Arriving outside the imperial capital, a figure stood at the magnificent city gate, looking coldly at Fang Lin, who had come from afar.
This person is none other than Liao Cansheng!
"You're finally here." Liao Cansheng said to Fang Lin with a smile on his face.
Fang Lin glanced at him with an expressionless expression: "Where is Mo Shouhei?"
Liao Cansheng said: "Master is not here."
Fang Lin frowned: "I want to see him."
"I know your purpose of coming. If you want to save the people of Tuntian Palace, you should know what you have to pay." Liao Cansheng said with a smile.
Fang Lin glanced at Liao Cansheng coldly: "Let Mo Shouhei come and talk to me. You are not qualified yet."
Liao Cansheng didn't care about Fang Lin's tone. A person like him was already indifferent to favor and humiliation.
"It is true that I am not as good as you, Fang Danzun, but now it is you who are asking for help from my master." After Liao Cansheng finished speaking, he just looked at Fang Lin, waiting for his response.
Fang Lin said: "I can give Mo Shouhei a pill that is not weaker than the Reincarnation Pill."
Liao Cansheng's pupils shrank, but on the surface he was very calm: "Master only needs the Reincarnation Pill."
"The pill of reincarnation of life and death has long been gone, and now there are not enough resources to refine another pill of reincarnation of life and death." Fang Lin said.
A playful smile appeared at the corner of Liao Cansheng's mouth: "The Reincarnation Pill is in your body, it depends on whether you, Fang Danzun, are willing to give it up."
Fang Lin was slightly silent. It seemed that Mo Shouhei's attitude was very clear, that is, he wanted Fang Lin to give up the Reincarnation Pill himself.
Just doing this is undoubtedly seeking skin from a tiger. If Mo Shouhei really gets the Reincarnation Pill, the situation will be even more serious.