Venerable Yuan

In a bamboo house.

On the bamboo bed, a figure was lying languidly, with a pale face, weak breathing, and a collapsed chest. It was obvious that he had been severely injured. Judging from his face, it was the chief of the Holy Palace, Ning Mo.

"You two chiefs went to hunt down a gold medal, and you came back in such a mess?" Beside the bamboo bed, there was a laughter, but although the voice was smiling, there was a coldness in it. The anger made Wang Yuan's face tremble slightly.

He raised his head and looked to the left, only to see a thin man there. The man had extremely fair skin and a smile on his lips, but his pupils were slightly scarlet.

He crossed his slender white fingers and looked at Wang Yuan and Ning Mo lying on the bamboo bed with a smile.

This person is none other than the chief of the Blood Temple of the Holy Palace, Fan Yao!

Wang Yuandao: "A chief from Cangxuan Sect came to rescue him, and Ning Mo was severely injured by him."

"Oh?" Fan Yao smiled lightly: "Is it Tang Muxin, the chief of Cangxuan Peak?"

Wang Yuan's face stiffened slightly, and after a long while he said: "He is the newly promoted chief of Saint Origin Peak, his name is Zhou Yuan."

When the voice fell, he could feel Fan Yao's eyes resting on him, and then a playful voice sounded: "Saint Origin Peak? Are you talking about the Cangxuan Sect's Holy Origin Peak that has been in decline for who knows how many years?"

"I heard that the chief of Saint Origin Peak has always been at the bottom among the seven peaks of Cangxuan Sect. He was actually able to defeat Ning Mo? Haha, is it because your skills are too poor, or is our news too lagging behind?"

Hearing the sarcasm in Fan Yao's voice, Wang Yuan looked a little unhappy. He snorted and said, "The boy's Origin Qi stars have also reached over ten thousand, which is not easy."

But immediately he suppressed his emotions and asked, "What should Ning Mo do now?"

Fan Yao glanced indifferently and said: "He has been seriously injured, but he is still breathing. With the conditions here, it is impossible for him to recover, and even if he can barely recover from his injuries, I am afraid he will not have much strength. Even an ordinary disciple Worse than anything else.”

Wang Yuan frowned. In this way, Ning Mo, who is here now, has almost become a burden.

Fan Yao's slightly scarlet eyes glanced at Ning Mo who was lying on the bamboo bed, and a flash of blood flashed in his eyes. He then took a step forward, leaned down, and said softly: "Ning Mo, since you are I don’t have much power anymore, so just give more for our Holy Palace..."

The pale-faced Ning Mo suddenly opened his eyes, stared at Fan Yao, and said hoarsely: "What are you going to do?!"

Fan Yao smiled slightly, his smile looked extremely cold, his palm slowly floated on Ning Mo's lower abdomen, and said: "Leave the four-color God-Building Treasure that you have worked so hard to condense to my safekeeping. "

He grabbed the palm of his hand, and blood surged in his palm. He could see four-color light surging in Ning Mo's body, and it seemed that a ball of four-color light was slowly rising from his body.

Ning Mo's body trembled violently, his face became ferocious, and he stretched out his palm to grab Fan Yao's neck. However, at this time, the source energy in his body was difficult to activate. With such power, Fan Yao simply ignored it.

Fan Yao looked at the four-color light group rising from Ning Mo's body with a smile, and finally grasped it completely in his hand. It was a solid-like thing with four-color light wrapped around it.

It is the four-color god-building treasure that Ning Mo has worked so hard to condense.

The God-Building Treasure in his body was forcibly stripped away, and Ning Mo's body was twisted in pain. He stared at Fan Yao with eyes full of resentment. Finally, his body gradually became limp and his vitality disappeared.

He, who was already severely injured, was obviously tortured to death by Fan Yao.

"Fan Yao, you!" Wang Yuan on the other side was also a little shocked. He didn't expect Fan Yao to be so vicious. He took advantage of Ning Mo's serious injury and took away his God-Building Treasure.

Fan Yao glanced at him, and then with a swipe of his hand, the four-color god-building rare treasure in his hand was divided, and 40% of it was pushed towards Wang Yuan.

"He is incompetent and has disgraced our Holy Palace. He should naturally be punished. Moreover, in his state, following us is nothing more than a burden. Do you think we have the extra strength to take care of him?" Fan Yao He said calmly.

Wang Yuan looked at the four-color light floating in front of him, and the rich essence of the mysterious source contained in it made his heart skip a beat.

"You know our next goal. It is a six-color treasure land. It is a clue I pried out from the mouth of a little chief of Leimen. If we work together, no one in this area can compete with us."

"Without Ning Mo, we will be able to share more." Fan Yao said without any emotion.

Wang Yuan's eyes were changing.

"And the culprit of this matter is the chief of Saint Origin Peak of Cangxuan Sect. I promise you, if that kid still dares to stay in this area, I will drain his blood to avenge Ning Mo."

Fan Yao stared at Wang Yuan, held up the intense four-color light ball, and placed it in front of the latter. There was a ruthless luster in his scarlet eyes: "Wang Yuan, you won't do it for a dead guy. Are you going to be against me?"

Wang Yuan raised his head and glanced at Fan Yao. In the end, he didn't say anything anymore, but took the ball of four-color light. A touch of greed flashed in his eyes, and he put it away without hesitation.

"Wise choice." Fan Yao said with a smile.

Wang Yuan snorted coldly. He looked at Ning Mo's gradually cold body and said, "I will tell the other disciples that Ning Mo's death was all caused by Zhou Yuan. We tried hard to save him, but we couldn't save him."

Fan Yao nodded in agreement.

"Put his body away. With such abundant flesh and blood, I will still be able to use it later..." He said with a smile, turned around and walked out of the bamboo house.

Outside the bamboo house, there were many disciples of the Holy Palace. Fan Yao held the jade slip in his hand, and a map of light appeared in front of him. His eyes were staring at a certain place in it, and a strong look of greed emerged from the corner of his mouth.

Six-color treasure land.

The six-color god-building rare treasure, this kind of treasure, even the saint son of their holy palace would covet. At the moment, I didn't expect that it would also appear in the outer area of ​​​​Xuanyuan Cave...

This is his opportunity as a demon.

When Fan Yao's heart was surging, a ray of light suddenly came from a distance and landed in front of him, saying: "Chief Fan Yao, there is news that a team from Baihua Fairy Palace has entered this place. area.”

"Hundred Flowers Fairy Palace?" Fan Yao frowned slightly, crossed his pale fingers and murmured: "Did they also know about the Six Color Treasure Land?"

"And..." The disciple in front of him paused and said again: "It seems that the wave of people from Cangxuan Sect has not left this area, but is heading east."

When Fan Yao heard this, he was suddenly startled and looked at the location of the six-color treasure land on the map. Then there was a hint of amusement in the corner of his mouth, and the coldness in his eyes caused the temperature around him to drop.

"Those bastards from Leimon, their mouths are really looser than their belts. It's such a secret that the whole world seems to know..."

"A group of things that don't know whether to live or die." He murmured with a smile.

"But it's okay. Let's avenge my good brother Ning Mo. It can be regarded as a memorial..."

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