In a bamboo house.
On the bamboo bed, a figure lay faintly, with a pale face, weak breathing, and a collapsed chest posture. It was obviously severely injured. Looking at his face, it was the chief of the Holy Palace, Ning Mo.
"You two chiefs went to chase and kill a gold medal, and you were turned back into this embarrassed picture?" There was a laughter sounded by the bamboo bed, but although the voice was smiling, it exudes a coldness. The qi caused Wang Yuan's face to tremble slightly.
He raised his head and looked to the left, only to see a thin man with extremely white skin and a smile at the corners of his mouth, but his pupils were slightly scarlet.
With his slender and white fingers crossed, he looked at Wang Yuan and Ning Mo lying on the bamboo bed with a smile.
This one is the chief of the Blood Temple of the Holy Palace, Fan Yao!
Wang Yuan said: "Cang Xuanzong came to a chief rescuer, and Ning Mo was hit hard by him."
"Oh?" Fan Yao said with a faint smile: "Is it Tang Muxin, the chief of Cang Xuanfeng?"
Wang Yuan's face was slightly stiff, and it took a long time before he said, "He is the new chief of Saint Genesis Peak, his name is Zhou Yuan."
When the voice fell, he could feel Fan Yao's gaze stop on his body, and then a playful voice sounded: "Holy Origin Peak? Are you talking about the Saint Genesis Peak of Cang Xuanzong, whose decline is unknown how many years?"
"I heard that the chief of Saint Genesis Peak, who is always in the last place among the seven peaks of Cangxuanzong, is actually able to defeat Ning Mo? Haha, are you too bad at work, or is our news too backward?"
Hearing the sarcasm in Fan Yao's voice, Wang Yuan's expression was also a little ugly, he snorted, and said, "That kid's Origin Qi stars have also reached the top ten thousand. It's not simple."
But immediately, he pressed his patience and asked: "What about Ningmo now?"
Fan Yao glanced indifferently, and said: "He has been seriously injured and still has a sigh of relief. With the conditions here, it is impossible for him to heal, and even if he is barely healed, there is no power, even an ordinary disciple. Not as good."
Wang Yuan frowned. With that said, Ning Mo who is now almost has become a burden.
Fan Yao's slightly scarlet eye pupils swept over Ning Mo who was lying on the bamboo bed, a bloody light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately stepped forward, played with his body, and whispered: "Ning Mo, since you are now I don’t have much power anymore, so let’s do more for our holy palace..."
The pale-faced Ning Mo suddenly opened his eyes and died
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Staring at Fan Yao, hoarsely said: "What are you going to do?!"
Fan Yao smiled slightly, his smile appeared extremely cold, his palm slowly suspended in Ning Mo's abdomen, and said: "Take your hard work and condense the four-color magic treasure to me for safekeeping. "
He grabbed the palm of his palm, and the light of blood surging in his palm, only to see the four-color light surging in Ning Mo's body, it seemed that a group of four-color light was slowly rising from his body.
Ning Mo's body trembled fiercely, his face became hideous, and he stretched out his palm to grab Fan Yao's neck, but at this time his whole body was difficult to spur, and Fan Yao simply ignored the strength.
Fan Yao squinted at the four-color light group rising from Ning Mo's body, and finally grasped it completely in his hand. It was a real thing with four-color light entwined on it.
It is precisely the four-color magic treasure that Ning Mo has condensed after all the hard work.
The God-Building Extraordinary Treasure in his body was forcibly stripped away, and Ning Mo's body was also twisted in pain, his eyes fixed on Fan Yao, his eyes were full of spitefulness, and finally his body gradually weakened, and his vitality disappeared directly.
He, who was already in the midst of a heavy injury, was obviously directly tossed to death by Fan Yaosheng.
"Fan Yao, you!" Wang Yuan on the side was also a little shocked. He didn't expect Fan Yao to be so vicious that he would take advantage of Ning Mo's heavy wounds to take away his god-building treasure.
Fan Yao glanced at him, then stroked his palm, and the four-color God-Building Bizarre Treasure in his hand was separated, and 40% of them were pushed towards Wang Yuan.
"He is incompetent. He lost the face of our holy palace. Naturally, he should be punished. Moreover, in his state, following us is just a burden. Do you think we have extra power to take care of him?" Fan Yao Faintly.
Wang Yuan looked at the four-color light floating in front of him, and the rich profound essence contained in it made him startled.
"You know our next goal, that is a six-color treasure land, which is a clue I pried from the mouth of a little thunder door chief. If we work together, no one in this area can compete with us."
"Without this Ning Mo, we can actually get more." Fan Yao's tone did not contain the slightest emotion.
Wang Yuan's eyes fluctuated.
"Moreover, the culprit in this matter is the chief of the Saint Genesis Peak of Cangxuanzong. I promise you that if that kid still dares to stay in this area, I will drain his blood to avenge Ning Mo."
Fan Yao stared at Wang Yuan, held up the group of intense four-color light, and placed it in front of the latter.
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, There was a ruthless luster flowing in the scarlet eyes: "Wang Yuan, you won't have sex with me for a dead fellow, will you?"
Wang Yuan raised his head and glanced at Fan Yao. In the end, he didn't speak any more, but took the beam of four-color light, a touch of greed flashed in his eyes, and he put it away without hesitation.
"A wise choice." Fan Yao said with a smile.
Wang Yuan snorted coldly. He looked at Ning Mo's steadily cold body and said, "I will tell the other disciples that Ning Mo's death was caused by Zhou Yuan. We tried to save it, but we didn't save it."
Fan Yao nodded in agreement.
"Put away his body, such abundant flesh and blood, I will still be useful in the future..." He said with a smile, and turned and walked out of the bamboo house.
Outside the bamboo house, there are many disciples of the holy palace. Fan Yao holds the jade slip in his hand, and a light map emerges in front of him. His eyes, staring at one of them, a thick color of greed emerges from the corner of his mouth.
Six color treasures.
Six-color divine treasure, this kind of treasure, even the holy son of their holy palace, would be coveted, and I didn't expect it to appear in the outer area of the Xuanyuan Cave...
This is an opportunity that belongs to his Fan Yao.
When Fan Yao's heart was surging, a light and shadow came from a distance and fell in front of him, saying: "Chief Fan Yao, there is news that it seems to have discovered that a team from the Baihua Immortal Palace has entered this place. A piece of land."
"Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace?" Fan Yao frowned slightly, crossed his pale fingers, and muttered, "Could they also know the news about the Six Colored Treasure Land?"
"And..." The disciple in front of him paused, and said again: "It seems that the people of Cangxuanzong did not leave this area, but are heading eastward."
When Fan Yao heard the words, he was stunned and looked at the location of the Six-Colored Treasure Land on the map. Then the corner of his mouth raised a touch of playfulness, and the cold in his eyes lowered the temperature around him.
"The bastards of Xiao Leimen, their mouths are really looser than the belts of their trousers, so good secrets, it seems that the whole world knows..."
"A bunch of things that do not live or die." He muttered with a smile.
"But it's okay to avenge my good brother Ning Mo. It's also a memorial..."
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