A few days later, the aura of forbidden magic in front of the gate of the Immortal Tomb had weakened to the point where it could be forcibly opened.

The four Nascent Souls each used their own methods to refine the forbidden method. The immortal tomb can be opened after the forbidden method dissipates.

In the past few days, Fang Chen had not found anyone with the Heavenly Evil Fruit among those two hundred people.

However, two Blood Spirit Cult Qi Refiners led him to find the remaining Blood Spirit Cult monks.

On a barren mountain dozens of miles away from the Black Valley, there were more than ten figures standing. They were quietly observing the scene beyond the Immortal Tomb, with either a faint smile of contempt on their faces or a look of gloating.

The leader's aura is condensed and has reached the realm of Nascent Soul, and the people around him are also golden elixir monks.

Two Blood Spirit Sect Qi Refiners hurried to this place and immediately rushed to the leader Yuanying, cupping their fists and saluting:

"Disciple pays homage to General Hanlong."

"No gift."

General Han Long nodded slightly, "You have done a great job this time. Will the next plan go wrong? Will the person you choose eat the Heavenly Evil Fruit?"

"General Han Long, don't worry. That guy thinks that the Heavenly Evil Fruit is an immortal fruit. Under our deception, he is convinced that as long as he enters the immortal tomb and takes the Heavenly Evil Fruit, he will become an immortal."

There was a look of confidence on their faces.

"That's right. As long as they take the Heavenly Evil Fruit, it won't take long for these monks to end their lives on their own. I'll just go over there and clean up the mess."

General Hanlong smiled lightly.

After a pause, he glanced at the two of them: "How far has that matter progressed? There are many Taoist gates in Cangdao Mansion, which attracts all mortals to want to become immortals. We have to clean up every hundred years. This time, every hundred years

The deadline is coming soon, is it possible to gather enough blood spirit elixirs?"

"Reporting to your lord, Master is personally paying close attention to this matter. I think it will only take a year and a half to achieve results.

By then, at least more than a hundred tribes will be able to be cleared. Based on the tens of millions of people in one tribe, as long as the superiors can send enough manpower, 10,000 Blood Spirit Pills can be collected in a short time."

The two looked at each other and said respectfully.

When Fang Chen saw this, he frowned slightly. The Blood Spirit Sect was also carrying out a plan in Cang Dao Mansion?

Are these two qi-refining masters personally presiding over it?

"Your master is also one of the talents that the teaching plans to focus on cultivating in recent years. As long as this matter is done well, the day when he will become a golden elixir is just around the corner."

General Han Long nodded slightly: "Have you taken care of the Cangdao Palace Master?"

"Master has already taken care of it. With his temperament, as long as the benefits are sufficient, he would naturally turn a blind eye to such a trivial matter."

The two people said quickly.

"Well, in recent years, some people have been suppressing our Blood Spirit Sect, which has resulted in unsatisfactory harvests in various places. Therefore, our lineage has to work hard to stand out and refine as many Blood Spirit Pills as possible for the sect.

The stronger the Blood Spirit Religion is, the more stable you and I can live, and our cultivation will increase day by day. We strive to one day be able to leave this ghost place and go to a more fertile land, or be sent to the second-grade empire below.

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General Han Long said softly.

As soon as the surrounding Jindan and the two Qi Refiners heard about the foreign mission, their eyes showed longing.

They have long heard how prosperous their colleagues outside are living, and how easily they can obtain huge amounts of blood-spirit pills, without having to walk on thin ice like them who are afraid of being suppressed by others.

As long as a few blood spirit pills are deducted, the cultivation level can rise slowly. It is said that there is a Nascent Soul monk who has been sent abroad for a hundred years and was easily promoted to the third level. There is more than one such example.

"Sir, the Immortal Tomb over there seems to be opening soon. You should call for more reinforcements, after all, those four Nascent Souls..."

One of the Qi Refiners suddenly glanced at the Immortal Tomb, and then looked at General Han Long with a worried expression.

"hehe……"

The Jin Dans next to General Han Long laughed one after another, with mockery on their faces.

Lianqi who spoke immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing.

"It doesn't matter. You are just refining your energy and don't fully understand Yuanying's methods. It's normal. Those four Yuanyings are about to expire. It doesn't matter. Even if they are a hundred years younger, I can easily kill them."

General Hanlong smiled lightly.

When Fang Chen heard this, he knew that no second general would come here, so he walked out of the shadow next to General Han Long and stabbed the back of his head with a sword, penetrating between his eyebrows.

The spiritual barrier on General Han Long's body was as fragile as tofu in front of this sword, and the terrifying sword intention shattered General Han Long's sea of ​​consciousness and Nascent Soul in an instant.

He even kept the faint smile he had before, but the vitality in his eyes was completely dim.

"Who are you!"

The golden elixirs around him all reacted with shock and anger.

They didn't wait for Fang Chen's answer, but what they waited for was a breathtaking sword.

Probably less than a breath of time before and after, one Nascent Soul and eight or nine Golden Cores were completely dead.

Only the two Qi refiners stared at this scene with their mouths open. Their bodies were stiff, they were sweating profusely, and their expressions were extremely frightened.

Fang Chen took off the storage rings of General Han Long and others and put them away, then looked at the two Qi Refiners and said with a faint smile:

"Two of you, whose body is the Heavenly Evil Fruit in?"

"What, what kind of evil fruit, we don't know..."

The two looked at each other, their expressions pale, and although they were frightened, they still tried to conceal the truth.

"I heard everything you just said, so who has the Heavenly Evil Fruit in it?"

Fang Chen wiped the non-existent stains on the sword with his sleeve robe, and blew lightly, feeling quite satisfied.

This sword is not a small sword. The small sword is still suffering from indigestion. The owner of this sword is a distraction from the Xiantian Dao Sect.

There are two Dao seals on the sword. Even if it is not driven by spiritual power, its sharpness is far superior to ordinary yellow-level flying swords.

Its power is even higher than that of today's small swords. Unfortunately, if you want to really activate this level of flying sword, Fang Chen's strength is far from enough. If you use it to cast the Eight Desolations Suppressing Immortal Supreme Sword

According to scripture, even the first sword can drain Fang Chen's spiritual energy in one go.

This is not as good as a small sword.

However, when used as a cold weapon, combined with the Shadow Bodhisattva's technique, as long as the opponent's cultivation level does not exceed the Nascent Soul realm, and does not practice special body refining methods, or cannot detect the Shadow Bodhisattva's technique.

It can still temporarily replace the small sword, and killing Nascent Soul is not a big problem.

"Who is this guy..."

The two Lianqi's faces were pale and they were sweating profusely. The opponent could easily kill even General Hanlong. He must be in the Nascent Soul stage, or even the out-of-body stage...

"For example, if we tell you, senior might spare my life?"

One of them gritted his teeth and whispered.

"Of course you can."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

"Senior is lying, senior can't let us go."

The two of them looked at each other, with a hint of despair in their eyes, and then they became determined. Their eyes suddenly opened, and blood poured out from the seven orifices, and they immediately died.

Fang Chen frowned and looked at the two corpses: "I would rather commit suicide and keep it secret than try to survive... The brainwashing technique of the Blood Spirit Cult has indeed penetrated deep into the bone marrow."

Although he has killed these Blood Spirit Sect monks now, if the Heavenly Evil Fruit is not found, it will still be like a bomb that will explode at any time.

At this moment, there was a loud noise from the Immortal Tomb, and the aura of forbidden magic visible to the naked eye suddenly dissipated.
Chapter completed!