After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

The layout of the palace was exactly the same as when Gong Wuyou left, she easily brought Fang Xingjian to the front of the main hall.

The two walked all the way, but Fang Xingjian's heart became heavier and heavier, and there was no third person's turmoil in his spiritual consciousness, which meant that the entire palace was almost dead.

The servants and officials who passed by were all the bodies of walking dead.

Outside the main hall, the two of them hid in the dark.

Gong Wuyou leaned against the door, muttering worriedly:

"Is my brother also like Granny Qu, becoming that, that kind of thing..."

Fang Xingjian shook his head: "Probably not, otherwise they have no reason to keep the empty shell of the palace, Gong Xiangdi is still alive."

Gong Wuyou knew that he was comforting herself, but the words that came out of Fang Xingjian's mouth seemed to be much more believable. She took a reassurance and pointed to the main hall across the door:

"He has been busy with political affairs all the year round, and the small room next to the main hall has become half a sleeping hall. If he is still in the palace, eight out of ten will be in it."

Fang Xingjian nodded, subconsciously touched the tortoise shell hanging by his waist, and stood up.

Pulling out the long sword in front of him, he raised his foot and kicked it, and the impregnable wooden door was instantly kicked away, revealing the bright light of incense candles inside.

Fang Xingjian's hand holding the sword slightly tightened, he lifted his foot and stepped into the door.

He was guessing along the way, the whole palace was full of walking corpses, so where did their ghosts go?

When his spiritual sense swept across the hall, the answer had already been revealed.

Nine huge tripods were placed neatly in the hall, filled with incense candles, and the green smoke filled the whole hall with smog. They were exactly the big tripods seen in Ning'an Temple.

Purgatory filled with countless ghosts.

In the center of the nine giant tripods, there is only a small futon, on which sits a handsome young man in white clothes, as if he is resting with his eyes closed.

The spiritual sense captured the familiar anger, and the eyes under Mu Yun's veil gradually contained murderous intent.

Holding the long sword tightly, Fang Xingjian said indifferently: "I thought you were different from Gui Mei."

In front of the white robed and long-clothed young master Pianpianjia, apart from the fact that there is no white fan hanging around his waist, from the hair to the soles of his feet, where is not the Supreme Ghost Cultivator meticulously depicted in the original book?

The atmosphere fell to the bottom for a while, until Gong Wuyou trembled and asked in doubt: "You are, Zhou Yunyi?"

He broke the motion of sitting quietly, stood up and patted the folds of his clothes, and smiled with ease:

"Long time no see, little fish."

"Also, Mr. Fang."

Fang Xingjian walked calmly, walking in front of him in a leisurely manner, as if he was not a blind mortal, but an independent Sanxian.

He swept across the nine cauldrons, and said in a bad tone, "If you can still laugh after a while, it's not too late to chat."

Zhou Yunyi raised his eyebrows and said with a light smile:

"Mr. Fang is so breathless. I thought you knew that you were a weak and sick mortal cultivator?"

Fang Xingjian sneered, no wonder if Ruoming wanted to throw them to Penglai Island, he had joined hands with Zhou Yunyi.

Now that the matter has come to an end, he is too lazy to talk, and the long sword slammed, and stabbed straight at Zhou Yunyi's chest: "Where is Gong Xiangdi?"

Several Yin spirits crawled out of the cauldron, almost faster than a sword, and roared in front of Zhou Yunyi.

Zhou Yunyi calmly said, "So that's why you came here."

The long sword pierced Yin Ling's body, and only a sharp scream was heard, and the gray Yin Ling gradually became transparent and disappeared into the air.

Seeing the miserable state of Yin Ling, Zhou Yunyi was a little displeased, and he raised his fingertips to move lightly in the air.

In an instant, the cracks in the incense ash on the nine cauldrons, and the edge of the black long armor suddenly pulled up, and countless screams pierced through the eardrums of everyone.

It is even worse than Ning'an Temple.

Fang Xingjian pursed his thin lips tightly, his complexion turned pale.

He originally thought that all the people imprisoned here were ghosts from the palace, but now it seems that the whole Xijin City is also in danger.

As soon as he retracted his long sword, he quickly protected Gong Wuyou behind him.

Between breaths, countless Yin spirits rushed in front of him, almost swallowing the two of them like ocean waves.

Zhou Yunyi curled his lips and sneered: "I actually wanted to catch up with you guys, but I didn't expect Mr. Fang to become so impulsive."

Suddenly thinking of something, he sneered again.

"I don't know if your obedient dog will have time to save you this time."

Zhou Yunyi clapped his hands, and subconsciously wanted to untie the folding fan on his waist, but his hands were empty.

He felt a little uncomfortable, clicked his tongue, withdrew his hand embarrassingly, turned around and walked towards Gong Xiangdi's bedroom.

However, in the blink of an eye, the screams of those Yin spirits gradually weakened, and within a few breaths, no more howls could be heard in the hall.

Zhou Yunyi frowned fiercely, the sense of crisis pricked his brain, and subconsciously turned sideways.

A flying sword brushed his cheek steadily, leaving a sharp bloodstain, which was nailed into the wall behind him!

Zhou Yunyi was taken aback, raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, and stared at Fang Xingjian not far away.

The ghosts and ghosts he had spent countless efforts to refine were scattered and fled in all directions, but Fang Xingjian stood in front of him intact, not even soiling his robe.

He shouted in disbelief: "How is it possible! What have you done!"

Fang Xingjian raised his hand, and the long sword was pulled out from the wall consciously, and fell into his hand.

There is a ghostly flower butterfly soil in his storage bag. Unless there are ghosts and ghosts stronger than ghosts, no one can get close.

Fang Xingjian did not answer.

Footsteps sounded in the hall, and he approached Zhou Yunyi step by step, with the hand holding the sword hanging by his side, he asked again: "Gong Xiangdi, where is it?"

Zhou Yunyi suppressed his astonishment, knowing that Fang Xingjian might have something to rely on to act like this, and quickly executed a formula with the hands behind his back, awakening his strongest puppet.

Feeling the puppet's echo, a vicious light flashed in his eyes, the tip of his tongue pressed against his scratched cheek, and said sullenly, "Isn't he right behind you?"

Fang Xingjian suddenly felt a sense of oppression, the hair on his back stood up, and the strength of holding the long sword increased countless times.

In his spiritual consciousness, a fourth person finally appeared.

He couldn't see Gong Xiangdi's appearance, but his profound cultivation and vigorous vitality all told him that the other party was a formidable enemy.

A powerful enemy that cannot be defeated right now.

Zhou Yunyi took a deep look at Fang Xingjian, and calmly ordered to Gong Xiangdi:

"Kill them both."

Gong Xiangdi's three souls and seven souls still have one soul and one soul left, and they have long been Zhou Yunyi's puppet. Let alone let him kill people, even if he is asked to destroy his meridians, he will not stagnate for a moment.

Zhou Yunyi carefully observed Gong Xiangdi's movements, his eyes gradually became hot. From Gong Xiangdi's stiff appearance to his profound and stable cultivation, he has never met such a perfect puppet Yinling.

After countless joys, there was a flash of displeasure, Zhou Yunyi cursed Ruoming incompetent in his heart, if Fang Xingjian came later, he would be able to refine Gong Xiangdi's Yin spirit, and there would be no one in the entire Demon Realm to be his opponent.

Gong Xiangdi and Gong Wuyou were almost carved out of the same mold, with fluffy and slightly curly silver hair and blue pupils, but Fang Xingjian would never mistake them.

Worthy of being the lord of a city, Fang Xingjian's mortal body was already a bit overwhelmed by Gong Xiangdi's powerful deterrent.

But how could he be caught without a fight, he stepped on lotus steps and quickly moved in front of Gong Wuyou, protecting the little fish behind him, he raised his long sword and stabbed out.

However, after only two moves, he realized that he was no match for Gong Xiangdi.

If he hadn't been protected by Wangguixi's tortoise shell, he might have become a dead soul under Gong Xiangdi's claws!

Fang Xingjian was knocked back two steps by his attack, the two blocking attacks just now had his mouth open, his throat filled with a fishy-sweet taste, and he was a little dazed for a moment.

Gong Xiangdi didn't chase him, but stood sideways behind Gong Wuyou, a long thorn protruded from the thin web between her fingers, hanging on her delicate neck.

The small land of Xijincheng can be called together with the other three cities, in addition to Gong Xiangdi's cultivation in the late stage of transformation into a god, there is also his talent in using poison.

No one can cure Gong Xiangdi's poison.

How could Gong Wuyou not know his elder brother's abilities, his azure blue pupils almost shrunk into wheat light, he didn't dare to enlarge his breath, and stared stiffly at the poisonous thorn less than an inch away.

She looked at Yangong Xiangdi's indifferent expression with trembling eyes, and almost cried out, "Brother!"

The imagined pain did not come, but a strong force was received from her waist, and she was pushed out by Gong Xiangdi!

Fang Xingjian gritted his teeth and rushed forward, took over Gong Wuyou who had been pushed away, endured the discomfort from his internal injuries and rushed out, rushing into the hall in a blink of an eye.

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The two ran around like headless chickens, Gong Wuyou was flustered and didn't know the direction much, and finally ran into a dead end.

Fang Xingjian loosened his hands, put Gong Wuyou against the wall, covered his chest with his hands and coughed.

Gong Xiangdi was worthy of being a cultivator in the transformation stage. It was already a miracle that Fang Xingjian survived, and some minor injuries to internal organs were nothing.

But Gong Wuyou was awakened by the sound of coughing, the long fish tail crawled forward on the ground, leaned against him with great difficulty, stretched out her webbed hand and gently patted her back.

It wasn't until Fang Xingjian's breathing calmed down that she suppressed her sore nose and said, "I'm sorry."

"I don't know, how did he become like that..."

Fang Xingjian no longer paid attention to it, and leaned against the corner of the wall, barely hooking the corners of his lips:

"I came here, you are the second to apologize to me."

"The first one is Chidama."

He sneered: "But the person who is really sorry for me has never said sorry to me."

"You shouldn't have apologized."

Gong Wuyou lowered her head and murmured: "He hurt you, didn't he? I'm his sister..."

Fang Xingjian spat out the bloody froth in his mouth, turned his head sideways and said happily:

"I really can't figure out whether you are naive or simple."

"Gong Xiangdi hits you. If gentlemen lie to you, you can still think of them and try to enlighten yourself to endure this kind of life."

He almost made himself laugh: "Xiao Yu'er, who are you living for in this life?"

"Cultivate and practice, are you cultivating someone else's way?"

Gong Wuyou raised her head in a panic, but what caught Fang Xingjian's eyes was a half-smile.

"me......"

Fang Xingjian didn't force her anymore, raised his hand to touch Gong Wuyou's silver hair, his voice was a little hoarse: "Okay, let's talk about this later, first find a way to escape from their sight—"

The two of them are really in a mess right now, a princess with no strength to restrain a chicken, and a sword repairer with a mutilated and sick body.

If he meets Gong Xiangdi again, he might really die.

It's just that he pushed Gong Wuyou out just now, could it be possible that he still has his own consciousness?

Before Fang Xingjian could think about it, he heard the mechanical closing sound from the narrow dark alley. The originally narrow dark alley was surrounded by four walls!

A gleam of light flashed in Gong Wuyou's eyes, he couldn't help but took Fang Xingjian's hand, and said in a panic:

"I remember, here, here is the darkroom!"

Fang Xingjian's heart skipped a beat, and the memory of Wuyou's memory of accidentally breaking into the palace seemed to creep back into his heart.

The deep, narrow and bottomless dark room is like a well that can never be climbed up, trying to trap them firmly in it.

However, it was too late to think about it, Fang Xingjian only felt the old creaking sound of the floor under his feet, and a thin crack slowly split from the middle.

The smell of steam and stinky seaweed hits my face.

The author has something to say: it’s late orz will have to go back by car tomorrow, so I guess I’ll update qaq at night

马上师尊就能恢复修为了，回去杀渣男（√）感谢在2021-04-2722:42:40~2021-04-2823:16:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Su Su 2;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!