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Chapter 120

"It's unbelievable that the First Peak Lord was actually killed."

"Who is so bold and not afraid of the annihilation of my sect?"

"I heard that the mysterious demon cultivator did it again..." "Hasn't that mysterious demon cultivator

found out any identity yet?"

"Shh, this time the Great Elder is angry, and he won't stop if he doesn't catch this person..." Elder

Peak, a quiet courtyard.

Pei Kun lay on the rocking chair, gloating with a look of schadenfreude.

"Chu Yunjun's little guy actually died, gee, Jia Lun, Jia Lun, this time I am sad for you..."

"But your disciple died well, I really want to say thank you to him."

Pei Kun showed a sinister smile.

"Inner Gate Dabi postponed by a year..."

....

Black leaf forest.

A huge bone ship slowly fell, and a group of people walked down, led by Lin Qianchao.

At this time, Lin Qianchao's face was expressionless, and his body exuded a gloomy and cold aura.

Glancing at the black leaf forest in front of him, Lin Qianchao seemed to sense something, his face changed slightly, and then turned into a black light and disappeared into the black leaf forest.

The deacons and elders behind him hurried to follow.

As he went deeper, Lin Qianchao's face became more and more ugly, and all around him were the messy scene after the great war, and judging from the residual aura of Yuan Power, it was simply a battle of the powerhouses of the Yuan Realm.

In this residual breath, there was even a remnant of the fourfold breath of the Yuan Realm!

At this time, even Lin Qianchao felt that Yi Shui'er and Wei Chitu were able to escape, which was simply lucky.

Not long after, a group of people appeared ahead.

Looking at the clothes of those people, it should be the people of the Valley of Misty.

"You guys came to Lost Heart Valley quite quickly, how's it going, have you found any clues?"

Lin Qianchao stepped forward expressionlessly.

Hearing a voice behind them, a group of Misty Valley disciples turned around, led by a beautiful woman wearing a red veil and graceful demeanor.

"Elder Lin, don't come unharmed."

The beautiful woman's voice was as calm as water.

"Elder Xueyu, I didn't expect that Misty Valley even sent you."

Lin Qianchao's gaze was slightly condensed, this beautiful woman in front of him did not look mature and elegant, indisputable appearance, but she was the same as herself, she was a seven-fold cultivator of the Yuan Realm.

"Elder Lin, there is no need to reminisce, you came just right, come and see this."

Xueyu turned sideways and motioned for Lin Qian to step forward.

Lin Qianchao stepped forward with a hint of doubt.

It was a dried corpse.

Lin Qianchao's face changed, and the clothes on the dried corpse were the clothes of the elders of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect.

When he looked at the shriveled face, his face suddenly changed completely.

"Jia... Elder Jalen?!

Lin Qianchao's voice became a little sharp.

He reconfirmed with some disbelief, and when he saw the elder ring on the finger of the dry corpse, his face was ugly, and his body could not stop trembling.

The killing of Jia Lun, who was a Ten Great Elder, was no longer just a provocation to the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect.

This is a naked declaration of war!

A terrifying coercion swept out from Lin Qianchao's body, and the air instantly froze, and the people around him were as if they had been hit hard, and blood spurted wildly.

In the next second, a fragrant breeze blew by, eliminating the terrifying coercion into invisible.

"Elder Lin, pay attention to your emotions, the most important thing now is to find the murderer!"

Xueyu said in a deep voice.

When Lin Qianchao heard this, he slowly converged his breath, and said with a gloomy face: "No matter who it is, the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect will not die with him!" The

monstrous killing intent contained in the voice made everyone present feel a chill in their hearts.

"Elder Lin, this person's practice should be the practice of devouring essence blood, and Elder Jia Lun who can kill your sect, this kind of strength, I think of a person."

"Who!"

"Blood Demon Old Man."

...

Third peak.

Just when the entire Ten Thousand Corpse Sect was panicking, the initiator was leisurely lying outside the cave mansion basking in the sun.

Catwoman Linglong, who was wearing a black gauze dress on the side, was preoccupied peeling the spirit fruit and sending it to Fang Mo's mouth one by one.

"Delicate."

"What is the master's order?"

Linglong looked at Fang Mo with a pair of slightly charming beautiful eyes.

Looking at Linglong's stunning style with charm, Fang Mo's heart throbbed.

This made Fang Mo's brows frown slightly, what happened to him recently, his mind was so easy to lose.

Whether it's Yi Shui'er or Linglong, is there a problem with his own cultivation?

"Master?"

Linglong looked at Fang Mo, who was a little lost in concentration, and called softly, her voice was soft and gentle, sultry.

Fang Mo returned to his senses and said in a flat tone: "You haven't signed a master-servant contract yet, have you?"

As soon as these words came out, Linglong was stunned.

"The host... This contract..."

"Why, don't you want to sign a contract with me?"

Looking at Linglong who spoke, Fang Mo's voice was cold.

In these increasingly critical times, there must be no carelessness, and he must guarantee the absolute loyalty of all.

"Nope... Not the host. Linglong

blushed and lowered her head, her voice was like a mosquito fly.

"Say!"

"Master, if we demon women want to sign a master-servant contract with someone, we must do it in ... To be... When the clouds and rain, hand over the Yuan Yin to sign..." After

Linglong finished speaking, her little head was almost buried in her chest.

Fang Mo glanced at Linglong strangely, and he suspected that Linglong was tricking himself.

"Master, what Linglong said is true..." Linglong

saw Fang Mo's thoughts and hurriedly spoke.

Looking at Linglong, who looked slightly expectant, Fang Mo waved his hand,

"This matter will be discussed again."

"Oh."

Linglong pouted, her tone full of loss.

At this moment, a voice broke the awkward atmosphere.

"Senior Brother Fang!"

When Fang Mo heard this, he turned his head to look.

I saw Zhou Yuan come over with an excited face.

"What's so exciting?"

Fang Mo looked at Zhou Yuan suspiciously.

"Senior Brother Fang, the third peak is about to start campaigning for the peak master!"

Zhou Yuan looked at Fang Mo with an excited tone.

When he saw Linglong feeding Fang Mo the spirit fruit, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

What a beautiful woman!

Slightly lost in thought, Zhou Yuan hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

"The third peak is the peak master, what do you have to do with me?" Fang Mo said lightly.

"That's right, with Senior Brother Fang's cultivation, he definitely can't look at the position of peak master of the third peak."

"But it's okay, Senior Brother Fang, this time not only the third peak is running for the peak lord, but even the second peak and even the first peak are running for the peak lord!"

Zhou Yuan's tone was excited.

Fang Mo was stunned.

It seems that the peak masters of these three peaks were all killed by themselves....

Such a coincidence made the corner of Fang Mo's mouth unconsciously show a smile.

Seeing Fang Mo's smile, Zhou Yuan said again: "Senior Brother Fang, the Three Peaks campaign is tomorrow.

"Okay, I see."

Fang Mo waved his hand, he was not interested in what peak lord was at all.

"Then Junior Brother will leave first."

Zhou Yuan's tone was respectful.

Since knowing that he knew Fang Mo, the entire people on the third peak and even the second peak, regardless of their cultivation level, were polite to him, which made Zhou Yuanche actually feel that he had a strong backstage.

Therefore, he has also become Fang Mo's microphone, and any news will be reported to Fang Mo.