Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Faced with everyone's shock, Fan He just nodded slightly.

The head of the sect was silent for a long time before he cleared his throat and tried to straighten his tongue and said, "How do you plan to resolve the matter between Junior Brother Tong and that demon?"

If he and the other real people of Lingxiao Sect guessed correctly, Daozun himself should also be fond of Tong Xiyuan. Now Tong Xiyuan turned around and got together with that devil, hiss...

The head of the sect thought with deep resentment that it was bad enough that the Taoist Master had broken the rules of the Merciless Dao, but now he couldn't even catch the person, which was really a loss of both the wife and the army.

And from what Dao Zun said just now, he probably doesn't quite understand the nature of that demon, and has allowed him to go unpunished until now.

"How to solve it?" Fan He repeated the master's words in a low voice, turned the Xuantian Sword in his hand left and right, looked at it twice, and said, "Of course, it will be solved according to your wishes."

The headmaster and the others were flattered, "We will all obey the orders of the Taoist Master."

Fan He looked at them, turned around and gave You Ye a wink, saying, "Lead the way."

You Ye knew the whole plan of the Palace Master, and concealing the excitement in his eyes, he bowed and said, "Yes."

"Dao Zun," the head of the sect looked at You Ye, who was dressed strangely, in confusion, "Who is this...?"

Fan He lied without blushing, and said as he walked: "The people of the Nether Palace have decided to abandon the dark and join the light, and be used by me."

The head of the sect nodded suddenly, then suddenly frowned and glanced at Fan He quietly, feeling strange, still feeling strange.

Did the Taoist Master call himself “the original master” in the past?

It seems not.

"Wait a minute, seniors—"

A shout made the crowd, who had just walked a few meters away, stop.

Lu Zhihan hurried to catch up with the Sect Master and his companions. When he arrived outside the Netherworld Palace, he unexpectedly discovered that there was no one guarding it. He guessed that the Sect Master and his companions had already succeeded for the most part.

Now that he had a glimpse of everyone, he couldn't help but follow them with joy.

When he got there, Lu Zhihan noticed Fan He's presence. He bowed and said, "Dao Zun."

Fan He answered with his hands behind his back, "Lu Zhihan? If I remember correctly, he was the senior brother that the young swordsman had a good relationship with when he first entered the sect."

He frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. The Netherworld Palace had secret agents in the Lingxiao Sect, and he knew everything about Tong Xiyuan.

Now that I think about it, it seems that whenever Lu Zhihan goes to some dangerous place, the little swordsman always appears in time.

This is how the evil spirits are eliminated in the back mountain, and this is also how the demons are eliminated in the Changyou River.

Could it be...

As soon as the speculation arose in his mind, Fan He couldn't help but have a hint of murderous intent towards Lu Zhihan. He gripped the hilt of the Xuantian Sword tightly and thought, killing one person is killing, killing a group is also killing. Lu Zhihan came to him on his own initiative, so don't blame him for being cruel.

Lu Zhihan followed behind the headmaster and felt inexplicably cold. He shrugged his shoulders, looked around, and thought to himself, could it be that the devil from the Netherworld Palace has set an ambush somewhere?

After a while.

You Ye stopped, pointed at the bronze door with mysterious runes on it, and said, "This is the forbidden area of ​​the Nether Palace. It's where the Palace Master practices in seclusion every day. That Young Master Tong is also imprisoned here. If we go there now, we will definitely catch them off guard."

He spoke seriously, but it took on a different meaning when heard by others.

Especially since the head of the sect had just learned that Tong Xiyuan had pledged herself to that devil, and now that he knew that the two were imprisoned together for cultivation, he couldn't help but think of other things.

Among the monks who came together, the more thin-skinned ones had already blushed, and the word "shameless" was written all over their eyes.

The bronze door was opened silently by spiritual power. Fan He stepped aside and signaled the leader and others to go first.

The head of the sect mistakenly thought that the Taoist didn't want to see any obscene scenes that would dirty his eyes, so he shamelessly walked to the first one.

Everyone went in one after another, and as soon as they stood still in the dark passage, they heard a dull sound from the bronze door behind them.

"Who?" The head of the sect turned around hurriedly. The bronze door was closed with only a crack left. The Taoist Master and the subordinate of the Netherworld Palace who were supposed to come in with them were nowhere to be seen.

His expression froze, and he quickly raised his hand to hold the slowly closing bronze door. When he tried to use his spiritual power to reopen the door, he encountered resistance.

"Hmm?" The headmaster's expression changed.

The others looked at him, "What's wrong?"

At this moment, the resistance outside the door suddenly became much lighter. The head of the sect stared over and saw a hideously grinning face exposed through a palm-wide gap in the door.

"It's him!" Someone shouted angrily, "The man from the Netherworld Palace, we really shouldn't have trusted this group of demonic cultivators so easily!"

"But hasn't he already turned from evil to good? Dao Zun said so himself."

You Ye, who was standing outside the door, had a bitter smile on his face, it had come to this point, he could obviously lock these people up and drain their cultivation in one fell swoop, but the Palace Master insisted that he come out to deal with these decent people for a while. When those people thought they could beat him, the Palace Master would take action again, directly crushing the last glimmer of hope of these people. He was really cruel.

He glanced at Fan He who was trying to break the Xuantian Sword, and thought to himself, the Palace Master has such a bad temper and likes to play tricks on people, I wonder how Young Master Tong can stand it.

Inside the sect, the leader and others were not afraid of Youye, a small demon cultivator, and they had already summoned their magic weapons to fight with him.

Youye's two fists were no match for four hands, so he retreated step by step.

Soon, the sect leader and his entourage walked out of the bronze door. He turned around and saw Fan He standing beside him. The sect leader shouted, "Dao Zun? Why..." don't you take action?

Before he could finish his words, he watched the Xuantian Sword flying towards him.

The head of the sect was startled for a moment, dodging and asking, "Dao Zun, what do you mean?"

The others were also confused, but they had no chance to ask, because the Xuantian Sword was not only attacking the leader, but was running around among them as if it had no eyes.

Fan He curled his lips and manipulated the Xuantian Sword. The sight of this group of people as chaotic as ants made him in a good mood.

Once again, the head of the sect looked at him with a puzzled look, and Fan He waved his hand and changed back from his white clothes to his own attire.

The headmaster and others: "!!!"

"Demon, demonic energy."

"What's going on? Why does Dao Zun have the aura of a demon cultivator?"

"Does it mean to respect him..."

Lu Zhihan suddenly recalled what happened yesterday. The words of Liu Wushang from the Blood Evil Sect made the Taoist Master confused. What happened after the Taoist Master came to the Netherworld Palace?

Could it be that he...

Someone shouted, "He has fallen into the devil's trap! The Taoist Master is a demon cultivator!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Xuantian Sword pierced straight into the man's heart.

Lu Zhihan watched helplessly as the cultivation level of the senior who had already reached the Jindan stage was devoured, and he fell to the ground with his eyes open.

In a small space, everyone became confused.

Fan He made a disdainful sound, and estimated that Tong Xiyuan in the room had rested enough. He no longer had the intention of teasing these people. He asked Youye to bring other demon cultivators from the Netherworld Palace to surround everyone, while he directly controlled the Xuantian Sword to fly towards Lu Zhihan's vital point.

"Zhi Han, be careful." The head sect leader was unable to take care of himself and could only look at his eldest disciple sadly, hoping that Lu Zhihan could escape this disaster.

When Lu Zhihan heard the shout, he turned around and dodged, but he was not as fast as Fan He's sword energy.

"do not want!"

A beautiful figure flashed by, and blood stained the dark blue clothes red.