Lord of the Night

Everyone was shocked.

"Disappeared so quickly?"

"Isn't this too fast?"

The leading man in black had a calm expression and said calmly: "This is the most normal thing. Fang Tu has been powerful in the world for many years. If there is no such preparation and plan, it will be too disappointing."

"However, the more this happens, the more interesting this matter becomes."

The man in black said: "Missing? The entire continent belongs to us as guardians. Where can we disappear?"

"We will conduct a secret investigation for the time being, and once the outbreak breaks out, we will start a manhunt across the entire continent!"

"yes."

The leader of the men in black looked around calmly: "Have you finished cleaning everything?"

"It's over."

"Let's go and enter the Yixin Sect to take a look. The Yinshen Palace has been operating for more than a thousand years, so there are probably a lot of treasures. Now these are all ours."

Everyone happily walked into Yixin Cult.

The Yixin Sect has completely fallen silent, and all the screams have disappeared.

Men in black were swooping back and forth, like ghosts flashing back and forth.

"All the members of the congregation and more than 27,000 of their family members have been killed, leaving no one alive."

"It would not be a pity to die for the devil of the demon sect."

"We found the warehouse."

"The personal treasure house of Yin Shen Palace has been found."

"The true underground treasure trove of the Yixin Sect has been found."

"It's so fertile. I'm dedicated to teaching good things. There are indeed a lot of them."

"..."

The people in black were amazed.

The leading men in black had already entered the study room of Yinshen Palace. They saw that the place was clean and everything was neatly arranged and orderly.

Opposite the desk in Yinshen Palace, there is a portrait hanging.

It was a woman, dressed in white, gentle and handsome, with eyes like stars, standing with a smile.

It's just that this painting has a flavor that is somewhat incompatible with its surroundings.

There are still some wrinkles on it that have not been smoothed out.

It should be usually not here, or usually not taken out at all, but now, it is hanging out.

The masked man in black looked at the painting for a long time and said, "This should be An Ruochen, the sister of Southeast Deputy Chief An Ruoxing."

"There shouldn't be anyone else."

"Take down the painting. This is evidence that An Ruoxing colluded with the Yixin Cult!"

"good."

Someone took it off carefully. Then I discovered that the color of this wall was slightly different from other places.

The man said something.

He said: "There is something strange here. Could it be that there is something hidden?"

So I started researching and gently dug open the wall, only to find that it was actually hollow inside, as if there was some kind of treasure inside. After some exercise, I can actually move.

Like a big drawer.

Everyone immediately became energetic: "As expected of the leader of the Demon Cult, this thing is hidden everywhere. Pull it out, pull it out."

The leader in black said: "Be careful of hidden weapons."

The man laughed, pulled it out very carefully, and said, "I know in my heart that my consciousness is always under surveillance, so there won't be any problems. Besides, even if there is a hidden weapon, so what?"

As he said that, he used force to pull out the things in the wall.

It was indeed a big drawer, but inside the drawer, there was nothing.

There are a few words written at the bottom, which is a sentence.

Everyone came up to take a look and saw this sentence: It's a pity that none of you will die.

"It's a pity that none of you will die? What do you mean?"

"It's a pity that none of us will die?"

Everyone was confused.

At this moment, there was a sudden boom, and a strong explosion suddenly occurred underground throughout the Yixin Sect. The force of the explosion was so powerful that it instantly blew all the buildings of the Yixin Sect into the sky.

All the people in the Yixin Sect were blown up in an instant.

Rumble...

The location of Yixin Sect was completely destroyed.

All traces have been erased from this world.

After a long time.

The men in black, all dressed in tatters, walked out of the ruins.

Several people were actually seriously injured.

There was a buzzing in the ears that could not be eliminated for a long time.

But these people are all super masters, and the lethality of this secular explosive to them is very limited, as it is buried deep underground.

As the message from Yin Shen Palace said: It’s a pity that none of you will die.

"What a demon sect leader! How many explosives have he buried under his butt?!"

Everyone was shocked.

"Now I really understand the meaning of that sentence. The old devil Yin Shen Palace actually still has such a hand! An explosion of this level of explosives can still have an impact on us, and on the followers of Yixin Sect and As far as his family is concerned, wouldn’t it just turn him into ashes? The Yin Shen Palace has already arranged for everyone to be buried with him. It’s really unconscionable and heartbreaking!”

Everyone was furious.

"This is not about dealing with his single-minded congregation."

The leader of the men in black snorted and said: "Everyone is dead, so there is no need to plant this kind of stolen goods again. That sentence makes it very clear, it is used to destroy the traces of the Yixin Sect and deal with people like us."

Everyone was silent.

The man said sharply: "Besides, these people from Yixinjiao are all dead now. Were they killed by the bombing of Yin Shen Palace?"

The people in black stopped talking.

They killed it with their own hands, and the Yin Shen Palace was indeed not to blame.

"Catch the team!"

"The treasures that were blown away are basically impossible to find. Let them... be buried with the leader of the Demon Cult."

Smoke billows from all directions.

"Pick up the bodies and throw them into the big pit to bury them."

Half an hour later.

Yixin Sect was silent.

Desolate and dilapidated, a ruin.

Only the wisps of green smoke that had not yet burned out continued to rise from all directions.

Dissipated in the air.

…

When Fang Che received the news from Yinshen Palace, his heart skipped a beat. He watched Yinshen Palace continue to send messages, a long string.

All the things from the beginning of knowing the old devil to the present, like a clear spring, flowed silently in his heart.

The old devil's voice, smile, and the faces of Mu Linyuan, Sun Yuan, Qian Sanjiang, and Hou Fang kept flashing in front of his eyes.

Distant, empty, ethereal.

Fang Che felt a mixture of emotions in his heart.

The messages that Yinshen Palace kept sending suddenly stopped.

It was over.

Fang Che hurriedly replied to the message, but there was no reply anyway.

Fang Che continued to send messages, but there was still no reply.

Fang Che put down the communication jade and sat in the chair blankly, his eyes dull.

He knew that Yinshen Palace was ready. This old devil was using his own life to give his disciples a final fight.

And then paved the last section of the road for his disciples.

Fang Che's tears could not help but flow out, but Fang Che's magic was running and evaporated immediately.

Now is not the time to be sad.

In the past few days, there are obviously more strangers in Donghuzhou, and high-level warriors are constantly entering.

Fang Che still maintains his usual working attitude, it seems that nothing has happened, everything is normal, but he is also prepared in his heart.

Feng Yun's message has been sent over long ago.

All arrangements are like a clear line.

All are ready.

Between heaven and earth, it is already a net of heaven and earth for himself, but it is also a super big stage. Now, all the service personnel of the drum and music accompaniment are in place.

Just waiting for the protagonist to start the show.

Fang Che slowly got up.

He walked out of the office with his hands behind his back, but saw Zhao Shanhe running all the way.

"Fang Che, go! Go quickly!"

Zhao Shanhe rushed to Fang Che with a ferocious face: "If you don't leave now, it will be too late. This time, I can't protect you!"

Fang Che smiled: "Thank you, Chief Zhao."

"Oh my god, why are you still polite at this time, hurry up!"

Zhao Shanhe stamped his feet anxiously.

Cheng Zifei and others also appeared: "Chief, let's go. Now the entire southeast is under control. If you keep the green mountains, you will not be afraid of running out of firewood! Go! Only if you are alive, you will have the opportunity to make a comeback. If you die, you will have nothing."

"In this situation, they will not allow you to survive!"

All of them are people who have survived various storms. Cheng Zifei, Zhao Shanhe and others can see clearly that this situation is already overwhelming.

Although the opponent has not launched yet, once it launches, the sky will collapse and the earth will crack.

Even if Fang Che has wings and even if he has the ability to reach the sky, this time, he will definitely die!

This calm before the storm is Fang Che's last time and last chance.

"If I leave now, won't I prove my guilt?"

Fang Che said with a wry smile: "Besides, can I get out if I leave now? There are more than a thousand divine thoughts entangled with me now."

"..." Zhao Shanhe and others sighed helplessly.

"Let me be quiet for a while."

Fang Che said softly: "Everyone, don't be implicated by me. It's not the right thing to do to tip me off at this time."

"Implicate... hehe..."

Xiong Rushan was extremely angry and said: "People like Mr. Fang can be treated like this. What justice is there in this world? People like us are just bugs that others can kill at will? What does this have to do with implicating or not? It depends purely on whether they want to!"

The chief financial officer came panting: "Chief Zhao! Come back with me!"

Zhao Shanhe said angrily: "Why?"

Chief Financial Officer Qian Ruhai came up and bowed to Fang Che apologetically: "Boss Fang, I'm sorry, we can't do anything about this. I asked the higher-ups, and this wave is not the work of one person or one family!"

Fang Che nodded calmly: "I understand, I don't blame you."

"But the achievements of Southeast must be preserved."

Qian Ruhai grabbed Zhao Shanhe: "If you get involved, Southeast will be finished, and all of Boss Fang's efforts will be wasted. Why are you interfering? Come back with me!"

"You three go back too!"

Qian Ruhai's words were ruthless, but very realistic, and it was exactly what Zhao Shanhe and others had to do.

Fang Che's affairs can only be left to God's will.

But Southeast is still Southeast.

There is also Nirvana Martial Arts Academy in Southeast, and tens of billions of people! These still need Zhao Shanhe to steer the ship!

Fang Che smiled faintly, floated out with his hands behind his back, and the black-clothed figure quickly left the gate of Southeast Headquarters and headed towards the direction of Prince Fang's Mansion.

Countless divine thoughts, both overtly and covertly, were following his movements.