Jiang Zhu's idea is correct, but there is something undeniable that he was confined to the direction of his thinking by his inherent thinking.

Even though the world is full of troubles, the ones that pose the greatest threat to Fuze are those who are unstable.

For example, Fang Huaishuo, and for example, Feige.

But then again, even if he flew to Fuze immediately, the situation might not change. But these things were not realized after all, and no one knew how things would develop.

He didn't dare to make a bet, so he decided to go to Qiling, which was the last one that appeared in Fuze, to see the situation. After all, the most chaotic place is the easiest thing to happen. He couldn't guarantee whether the crazy person Fang Huaishuo would have done something again at this time.

After sorting out his thoughts, Jiang Zhu threw his upset aside and resolutely walked towards a teleportation array heading to the border of Qiling. The moment the teleportation array at her feet rose, the communicator on Jiang Zhu's waist also lit up at the same time. Jiang Zhu, who had just closed his eyes and rested, did not notice this.

Yun Shier put away the communicator, and his young face was filled with depth and determination that was not of this age. This was his last time, and he would probably disappoint him in the future.

From now on, he wouldn't be just a simple Yun Twelve.

Zidu, don’t blame him. If you can, just think I am dead. As a human being, you will have to do something that you have to do. If you fight for your family and beliefs, I will be the same... but we are finally on a different standpoint.

...

He remembered that when he was next to the pool, the water in the pool was obviously not cold, but now the water is still the water, and it is inexplicably cold and a bit burning and unbearable when it falls on his skin.

Fuze only felt it quickly, and his thoughts were pulled open by a dizzy feeling, followed by a feeling of powerlessness for a while. He had been under the water for a long time and felt a little uncomfortable, but now he felt even more uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Fu Ze seemed to step on some hard object under his feet. Before he could think about it, he quickly took the initiative to kick and his body floated up. It seemed that at this short distance, he left some restricted area and was able to swim freely.

Fuze took this opportunity to swim ashore quickly.

"It's been up, huh, I almost thought I was going to die below." He seemed to be afraid and calmed down. Then he lifted the wet method on his chest and raised his eyes and said, "Fang Huaishuo? Haha, I really don't know what Emperor Ming is doing for. It's such a waste of time... Forget it, since he can't control his brother well, I'll work hard for him."

However, Fang Huaishuo's identity was easy to talk about, and Feige's identity was a bit interesting. Fuze thought for a while, but he really couldn't expect anyone to stop Fang Huaishuo from going up the mountain with justice while acting like a scoundrel, leading him into a dangerous situation that had been arranged long ago.

If anyone would vent his anger with Fang Huaishuo, then he could really guess one. But wasn’t that guy Fang Huaishuo’s master killed by him? It would be impossible to say it was him... Who else could it be? Could there be anyone else behind this?

The soul of the little disciple who had originally led Fuze in was still nostalgic. Seeing Fuze coming up intact, he was still a little disbelief: "You, why are you coming up? How is this possible! Impossible! Are you a human or a ghost!"

Fuze looked at the dripping clothes with disgust and said "tsk" unhappily. He seemed to be unable to see the little man shouting beside him, using his spiritual power to steer the clothes on his body.

While breathing, Mo Yi was as dry as new as she was. Fuze nodded with satisfaction and prepared to leave.

The little disciple's soul intuition was dangerous, but then he thought, this person was only in his teenage years, and he would not be like a century-old ghost like himself. He had a hundred years of skills, although his skills were not as good as before.

"You kid, how dare you ignore me! You are dead today!"

"Huh?" Fuze didn't look back, but just stopped moving forward. He seemed to have forgotten something very important just now. He didn't seem to know where to go to find that boy Lecheng. It should be said whether to die or live.

The little disciple refused to admit defeat and wanted to show his strength so that Fuze would not dare to ignore him so much.

Thinking of it, his subordinates condensed black and white energy, and they looked like spirit but not ghosts, making it difficult to tell whether this was spiritual power or ghost power.

Fuze did not notice his little moves, but the existence of the little disciple reminded him that there was such a person, and maybe he could know something from his mouth.

So Fuze flashed and teleported to the little disciple from one meter away. He put one hand on his shoulder and threatened: "Hey, although I don't believe what you said, there is only you, a living person, no, you, a dead person. Tell me the clues about Le Cheng, how about I go to the underworld to help you reincarnate?"

The little disciple smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were full of trust and said, "Really? Can you really go to the underworld? Why do you say you can help me?"

"Why, just because I am the young master of Linchuan. I have lived in the underworld since I have memories. If you don't believe it... If you don't believe it, you will know when you arrive in the underworld. Anyway, you are already a ghost now, so you are not afraid of going there. Could it be that you are afraid?"

"You, you're afraid..."

Fuze looked at the little disciple's strength that he had unknowingly withdrawn with satisfaction. A very shallow smile hung on the corner of his mouth, raising his disciple's back collar, forcing him to look at him, and at the same time he used a trick to seal the acupoints on his body.

Now, the little disciple was frightened. How could this person easily touch himself as a ghost? Also, what was his quick and weird technique just now? How could he really block the acupoints on his body so simply! This is unreasonable!

The little disciple swallowed, although he didn't have such a thing.

Fuze asked in a cold tone: "Tell me, tell me everything you know. Regarding what you want to do... just tell me simply why you deceive me, your purpose, and where is Le Cheng? If you don't tell the truth, do you believe it or not, I will burn you to death with a fire?"

Tell me, a dark blue flame rose from Fuze's hand, and a cold breath continued to emanate from the fire. It seemed that it was still absorbing the surrounding heat to strengthen itself.

When the little disciple hit the fire, he knew that he had encountered a big man. His mother, this brother looked like a small ball of phosphorus fire, but his nemesis. As long as a small spark splashed on him, his skill for a hundred years would be in vain. Of course, this is still the case when he is lucky. If he is not lucky, he may just die directly!

"Ancestor...Ancestors, ancestors! Little ancestors, please spare your life! I said, I said! You can move it a little bit first..."

"Speak quickly."

Looking at the blue flame that was still very close to him, the little disciple was about to cry, but he couldn't cry yet. If Fu Ze was upset, he might just burn himself to death and then go alone to find the answer.

"I, I am really a disciple of the Xiangyang Sect, but it happened a hundred years ago. After I died, I was sealed by the head in the cemetery of the Xiangyang Sect. I knew that it was dug out two years ago and then I was buried in the place where you found me. After my consciousness gradually became clear, I tried every means to accumulate strength. Look, these white spiritual powers are what I took from those people..."

"Who! Who did you explain it to me clearly from whom!"

"Yes, they are a group of young disciples, but their behavior is extremely correct..." When they said this, Fu Ze's face was full of resentment of wanting to kill people. The little disciple gave himself a moment of silence, and then said, "When they were sent, they were already unconscious, as if their souls were injured and they were beyond salvation! I took action when I saw this, and my ancestors spared their lives!"

"Then I'll ask you." Fuze took several breaths before resisting the urge to strangle him to death. "Is there a disciple with a tear mole on the corner of his left eye? The clothes of the eldest disciple he was wearing."

"No! Absolutely no! I can absolutely guarantee this! Really! Ancestor, you believe me! I am wearing ordinary disciples' costumes! If there is really a big disciple, then I will definitely see if there is any useful thing in his memory, such as treasures... Ancestor, if there is really the little brother you are looking for, I will definitely see you in his memory, so how could I try to frame you if I want to die? "I can't even steal the chicken and lose some rice!

What he said was indeed reasonable, and it was not like lying. Fuze believed it a little, but in order to prevent him from making any trouble, Fuze threw a little blue spark into his mouth.

Little disciple: Oh my god! I'm going to die!

Fu Ze felt intuition and said impatiently: "Don't be like my dead mother. Are you okay now? This is not ordinary karma. As long as you don't have the desire to rebel against me, they won't do anything to you."

But this was useless, and that little disciple still looked like his mother had died.

Fuze sighed, the talisman as thin as hair on his wrist was about to dissipate, and he had to speed up.

"Bang", the little disciple was slapped in the face, and Fuze asked again: "Are you awake?"

"Hmm? I woke up! My ancestors said I would definitely not dare to go west!"

"Okay, now tell me where to find Lecheng."

"This... ancestor, for two years, I'm sorry to say it, I'm afraid..."

"I have to see people alive and die, and I have to see corpses! I can't go to the underworld! But are you sure he is not on Heming Mountain? Look, this blood-colored human-seeking talisman is a good thing, and this thing will never go wrong."

The little disciple looked at Fu Ze calmly and raised his hand. The talismans exposed on his wrist were complicated and exquisite, and they exuded an ancient aura. They were definitely not ordinary talismans, and there seemed to be several very powerful formations hidden inside.

"This is a small ability, but those dead land spirits have said that the Feng Shui of Heming Mountain has been broken, which is very suitable for the survival of these evil creatures. In my opinion, his body should be pressed on what place is on this mountain. Ancestor, you are very strong, but if those people can even change this Heming Mountain, which was originally Feng Shui, if they really want to hide someone, it's even..."

"knew."

The little disciple breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this young master of Linchuan was easier to talk to and did not make things difficult for him.

Fuze then said in a casual tone: "Then let me go to the underworld now. I haven't seen my old friends for a long time."
Chapter completed!