"What are you?"

Lu Fan frowned even more because he could almost confirm that the dagger that was held by Cao Qitian in his hand was the dagger that appeared in the cemetery and communicated with him.

"Haha, do you want to ask me why this dagger fell into my hands?"

The puzzled expression on Lu Fan's face made Cao Qitian feel very happy.

"Do you know the origin of this sword?" Lu Fan asked tentatively.

"Haha, I don't know the origin of this sword."

Cao Qitian sneered and said, "But I know why the skeleton army suddenly retreated when they were in the cemetery."

"It's because..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

"It's because in this black short sword, the sealer's remnant soul of the monk in Shifang City!"

A proud voice suddenly rang out.

Hearing this voice, Lu Fan's face suddenly sank.

Then he turned his head and saw a group of white figures stalking out of the darkness.

The leader was Luo Wuxiu, who had completely disappeared since he entered Ziyue Valley!

And behind him were dozens of Luo family members.

And there was another person walking among the group of people like stars holding the moon.

Luo Gusha!

Even if this person didn't speak, his whole body exuded a heart-pounding yin aura.

But no one knew better than Lu Fan that the "Luo Gusha" in front of him was not the real Luo Gusha at all.

The real Luo Gusha was already dead.

What occupies his body now is only the remnant soul of the ancient Kunlun Sect.

A man with great ambitions, cruel and bloodthirsty.

"Haha, I didn't expect Lu Fan, we would meet again in this place in this way."

Luo Gusha walked out of the crowd and looked at Lu Fan with a cold expression: "I didn't expect that you would be the first to arrive and discover the secret of this Shifang City."

"Your luck is rare in my life."

"But so what?"

"In the face of absolute strength, all luck and opportunity seem extremely ridiculous and pitiful."

He waved his hand, and at the same time, he walked out from behind him, and the people from the Mo family.

Dongfang Xun, Mo Feiyu and others are all listed.

They stood behind Luo Daoyu, with a respectful look, looking like the followers he brought.

"How could you be with him?"

Lu Fan asked in a deep voice: "Don't you know that Luo Daoyu is not him at all?"

"The real Luo Daoyu..."

"You want to say he's dead, right?"

Before Lu Fan finished speaking, Mo Feiyu spoke lightly: "We know that Luo Daoyu is dead, and he is dead in your hands. Luo Daoyu in front of him is not his real deity at all!"

"And now Luo Daoyu is the supreme and extremely noble messenger of Kunlun!"

Mo Feiyu's voice suddenly became very high.

"Mr. Kunlun Envoy, leave the Kunlun Secret Realm and come here."

"Only by following him can we get here smoothly, survive, and discover the secret realm of Purple Moon Valley, the real treasure, and the inheritance!"

"And you."
Chapter completed!