Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

They had returned yesterday afternoon, just after the Blood Evil Sect had evacuated. At that time, the most devastated person in the entire sect was the eldest disciple Lu Zhihan.

It was also from him that they learned about Liu Qingji's identity, the whereabouts of Xuanzhi Daozun, the whereabouts of Tong Xiyuan, and how much Daozun valued Tong Xiyuan.

Thinking of this, True Man Dan He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Perhaps Lu Zhihan was young and mistakenly thought that the Taoist Master only cared about his disciple. But from her hundreds of years of experience, it was clearly exactly the same as the love between men and women.

She could see that the Sect Leader and the others could naturally understand a little bit.

Hearing this, Master Changyun frowned, "It is said that the master of the Netherworld Palace is a demon with unfathomable cultivation. The Taoist Master is a man of high moral character, so he must have been held back by the demon. Why don't we go and help him?"

The head of the sect nodded and said, "It's feasible. The Blood Evil Sect and the Netherworld Palace are colluding with each other to harm our disciples. This time, we can go there and deal with the evil cultivators of the Blood Evil Sect at the same time."

The few of them quickly discussed and decided to arrange for the uninjured disciples to rest in the sect, while at the same time sending messages to like-minded sects to win them over to fight the monster together.

In the afternoon, the sun is at its brightest.

Hundreds of people flew on swords towards the direction of the Netherworld Palace.

In the Blood Demon Sect, Liu Qingji was taking care of Liu Wushang, whose hair had turned white overnight due to the loss of his cultivation. When she heard her subordinates report the incident, she immediately said, "The Blood Demon Sect cannot escape the blame for what happened yesterday, but Daddy has already received the punishment he deserves and should not be blamed again. You take him out to hide, and I will take care of everything that happens next."

In Lingxiao Sect, Lu Zhihan was not injured. He pulled himself out of his muddled thoughts and said to a disciple beside him, "I have to go to defeat the demon cultivators. I'll leave this to you."

An hour later.

The decent people gathered outside the Netherworld Palace and sneered at the extremely high-profile palace gate.

Someone said: "These monsters must be those who are greedy for pleasure. How can their cultivation be better than ours?"

"Since Dao Zun is inside, why don't we cooperate with him from inside and outside and kill all these demon cultivators today."

"Don't underestimate the enemy. That devil was able to trick Liu Wushang. It seems that he is very cunning. We must be careful."

Everyone discussed for a long time, and finally urged the Lingxiao Sect's leader, "Send a message to the Taoist Master, we can take action at any time."

The head of the sect nodded, and carefully used his spiritual sense to inquire about Fan He, and asked: [Is Dao Zun well? We are waiting outside the Nether Palace. If necessary, we can destroy the monster in one fell swoop today.]

However, after the message was transmitted for a long time, there was no response from the other side.

The headmaster frowned, and faced with the urging of others who refused to listen, he had to ask again.

This time, I finally got a response.

[The palace door is open, please come in.]

It was a strange reply, but the headmaster and the others did not find it strange. They looked at each other and laughed, "I think the Taoist has already captured the demon. Let's go and wipe out the demon's followers."

The group of people walked towards the Netherworld Palace. Just as they walked across a long open-air stone path, they felt movement under their feet.

The headmaster shouted, "Not good, retreat quickly!"

Everyone started to panic.

"It's a formation!"

"We have fallen into the trap set by that devil."

"It's broken. I can't move."

"Ah - what kind of formation is this? I can't use my spiritual power?!"

"My sword..."

inside the house.

Fan He closed his eyes and used his spiritual sense to observe the miserable fate of those people. When he opened his eyes, he touched Tong Xiyuan's soft cheek with joy.

The boy who fainted had a wrinkled face even in his sleep, and he mumbled something, his voice still sounding like crying.

Fan He heard it clearly and curled his lips slightly. He is too bad? Humph, there is no demon cultivator who is not bad.

Little Jian Xiuzhen had a simple personality and no temper. After being bullied like that, he couldn't even curse. He just cried and accused him of being shameless and having a bad heart.

Seeing that his wrists were bleeding, Fan He considerately wiped the blood and healed Tong Xiyuan's wounds at the same time, but he had no intention of untying the chains.

[Palace Master,] Youye shouted from outside the courtyard, [The Lingxiao Sect leader has found a way to break the formation.]

Fan He made an irritable sound, tucked the quilt in for Tong Xiyuan, stood up, pushed the door open and left the yard.

When Youye saw him, he was stunned for a moment. The scratch on the side of the hall master's neck...

"Hmm?" Fan He gave him a cold look.

You Ye quickly lowered his head and bowed, "Palace Master, do you want to go out and fight?"

Although the group of people came with great force, Youye estimated that even if all of them came together, they would not be able to resist their palace master for half an hour.

It is a sure defeat. I don't know where the righteous people get the confidence to attack the Nether Palace.

He didn't know, but Fan He knew it clearly, that group of people mistakenly thought that Xuan Zhi Dao Zun was still alive. He raised his hand and touched his face, and summoned the Xuan Tian Sword from somewhere.

The Xuantian Sword, which was far away in the Lingxiao Sect, was summoned by its master and instantly broke through the clouds and flew into his hands.

Fan He clenched his hand and weighed it, then sneered, "I'm really not used to this kind of thing."

It's heavy and troublesome, and it's not as fast as killing someone directly.

However, today he wanted to tease everyone, so it would be okay for him to take the Xuantian Sword.

Youye followed him to the palace gate and asked as he walked, "Palace Master, do you want to cover your face?"

"Do not."

When the two arrived one after the other, the headmaster and others had just left the formation.

Seeing him, everyone was stunned.

"Dao Zun?" The head of the sect was surprised for a moment, and his face, which had just turned a little gloomy due to being trapped in the formation, quickly brightened up, "Have you captured the demon?"

A trace of cruel smile flashed across Fan He's eyes, and he slowly approached him step by step, "Demon?"

The head of the sect was stunned for a moment, and explained: "It was the master of the Netherworld Palace. What the Blood Evil Sect did to our Lingxiao Sect was all exploited by that demon."

Fan He had already walked up to him. He glanced at the people who seemed to be relieved after seeing him, rubbed the hilt of Xuantian Sword with his fingertips, raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Really?"

The head of the sect frowned. Why was Dao Zun acting so strange today?

Normally, Dao Zun was cold and wanted to force everyone to retreat, but today he took the initiative to approach them.

However, the head of the sect was only confused for a moment and did not think much about it. He asked, "Dao Zun, please don't disbelieve me. Isn't Junior Brother Tong coerced by that demon? Oh, why can't I see Junior Brother Tong?"

"Coercion?" Fan He frowned. "No, he told me that he did it voluntarily. He loves the Palace Master and will not marry anyone else in this life."

The headmaster and others: "What?!"