The red-haired ghost had vines on his left foot and neck, and his hands were supported on the ground, so he didn't dare to move.

Faced with Fan Ximo's questioning, the monster thought for a while, and calculated that it would have been a stick of incense for Qin Yong to leave this place. As long as he bought time, he could wait until Qin Yong came from the opposite side, so he used the delay tactic and asked slowly: "That... two grandmas, in the Heartbreak Valley this year, have you not seen other monsters appearing?"

Fan Ximo's face suddenly turned gloomy and said angrily: "Don't play tricks with me. Now I'm asking you. You only have the answer and are not qualified to ask questions!"

After saying that, the vines on the red-haired ghost's neck were slightly retracted, and a few thorns pierced into his chin and cheeks, and a small amount of blue blood was pierced.

"Wow, stop! I said, I said..." The red-haired ghost screamed a few times. Fortunately, he had the ability to stretch his neck, so he slapped his neck another length to ensure safety, but he didn't dare to lie anymore. After coughing twice, he slowly replied: "Grandma, don't believe it... There are actually 108 monsters born in the Heartbreak Valley this year, but... I'm afraid that there are only one hundred and eight guys next to him. Now I'm afraid that there are only this guy called Anxieba next to me... As for me, I was born the previous year..." After saying that, he looked at Anxieba next to him and found that he had become stiff and his chest and abdomen had stopped moving. He sighed that he had taken too much action and beat him to death, and sighed: "Maybe... Now... the only species is gone..."

Fan Ximo was stunned and asked again: "It seems you know the truth. Tell me so quickly, why is this?"

The red-haired ghost avoided the heavy lifting and said lightly: "This morning... dozens of monsters gathered on a hillside on the west side. As a result, a small God of Wealth came from somewhere... I asked us to give him silver... If we didn't give it, we would harass us... Where did those stupid wild monsters get the silver... How could they bear this anger... They all stepped on the God of Wealth... As a result... they all turned into silver dollars... disappeared... Fortunately, the three of us ran fast... and escaped..."

Fan Ximo and his sister smiled and instantly understood whose masterpiece it was. Fan Ximo asked again: "Then, do you say there are a total of about 100 monsters, and dozens of them are still there?"

The topic is getting more and more touching the truth. The red-haired ghost is feeling scared, but he dare not hide it. He responded: "There are dozens of people... last night... going to sneak attack the Dragon Slaying Gang's camp... and they were all killed..."

When Fan Ximo heard this, he immediately put away his relaxed attitude, looked at each other with his sister, and questioned: "Does of monsters went to attack the Dragon Slaying Gang at the same time? When did a group of monsters in the mountains understand the principle of cooperation? Is there anyone behind this? "

Seeing that the red-haired ghost had no choice but to answer: "It was Qin Yong... Qin Yong organized the monsters together..."

Fan Ximo said in surprise: "Qin Yong? Are you talking about the Qin Yong who was expelled from the Master by the Yongsheng Sect?"

“It’s…it’s…”

Hearing this, Fan Xishi interrupted, "No wonder the leader of the Yongsheng Sect, who was wanted in the whole province, could not find him. It turned out that he had escaped to this heartbreaking valley. But, strangely, how could a down-and-out purifying messenger have the ability to command the monster to obey him?"

Fan Ximo thought for a while and said, "There are only two kinds of people who can command monsters: one is the creator of monsters, that is, those supernatural monsters that have the ability to demonize humans or create monsters out of thin air; the other is the demon king, the demon king, or the monsters who are given the identity of "Prajna". But no matter what, they must be monsters themselves, and the purifying messenger and monsters are incompatible, so how can they become Prajna?"

Fan Xishi said: "Unless this purifying messenger is also demonized, he is the legendary 'rebel'!"

Fan Ximo immediately asked the Red-haired Ghost, "Who did Qin Yong meet? He has given this ability?" The Red-haired Ghost thought for a while and said, "Oh, grandma, this... he really didn't tell me that when I met him, he had gathered monsters, but we intelligent monsters would not be controlled by him, but we also saw that it was good to follow him, so we obeyed him... If there was a half-word, this thorn would kill me."

"Okay, it seems that you have told me everything you know." Fan Ximo smiled after saying that, "But, although you didn't lie to me, I lied to you. My 'Dark Night Liuxiang' will not have a lie detection at all, it's just a scare and scare you."

The red-haired ghost then understood the other party's words, and immediately cursed the eighteen generations of the two sisters' ancestors in his heart, but he dared not speak out, and smiled and said: "Haha, two grandmas, it doesn't matter. I've been briefed anyway. For the sake of the young man's cooperation, I will fulfill your promise and save my life!"

Fan Xishi smiled and said, "Okay, sister, let him go."

When the red-haired ghost heard this, he immediately said gratefully: "Really? That's great. Thank you two grandmas, thank you two grandmas! Please help me detach this vine!"

Fan Xishi smiled mysteriously and said, "But we only promised not to kill you, but we didn't agree to anything else."

"What else do you want to do?" The red-haired ghost suddenly felt a basin of cold water poured on his head, and his whole body was cold.

"What are you doing? I just lend some things on you. Who said you are a human-shaped monster?" Fan Xishi slowly walked to the red-haired ghost, stretched out his right hand, and said in a lyrics, "Still and without desire, calm and clear spirit, accumulate all good things, and become an immortal..."

Shaoqing, three golden true energy in the shape of tadpoles floated out from the head, abdomen, and feet of the red-haired ghost. The red-haired ghost opened his eyes wide and watched the other party extract some of his own things. He suddenly became unconscious and crawled on the ground like a beast monster with no wisdom. When he walked away, he was grabbed by the vines. He screamed in pain. To be precise, that stupid appearance was worse than a beast monster.

The two sisters were watching their masterpieces. Suddenly, there were harsh gunshots coming from the bottom of the mountain. At the same time, a disciple ran up the hillside. As soon as he got up the slope, he did not care about his image and climbed to the two sisters, exclaiming: "President Fan, something is wrong, the camp has been broken!"

Fan Ximo was shocked and asked, "Is it a monster or some people?"

The person who came said, "The only person who came is here, and everyone who is close to him is dead! I was far away and I was able to come to report the news, but I couldn't see the other person clearly!"

"One person?" Fan Xishi couldn't believe her ears, "Could it be that Qin Yong?"

"Let's go and have a look!" Fan Ximo had an ominous premonition, and immediately used the power of purification and flew down the mountain.

On the west side of Qianwu Gate Camp, Qin Yong, who was surrounded by the opposite mountain, was very skilled and brave. He was alone with his sword and rushed into the camp. In just a short while, he had killed and injured dozens of disciples of Qianwu Gate.

Seeing this, the remaining disciples did not dare to step forward, but surrounded Qin Yong and raised the mace in his hand to bluff.

Suddenly, a gap was made in the crowd, and twenty musketeers broke into the front row from the back row, picked up muskets, and aimed at Qin Yong to shoot.

However, those bullets only hit Qin Yong's residual image. Qin Yong had already used the power of purification, his eyes were fast, his hands were fast, and he walked like a flying step. He broke into the surrounding crowd like a ghost, and his sword fell, and in an instant, a large number of disciples fell to the ground.

"Everyone retreat! Retreat! This person's strength will be exhausted in a while!"

Although his hair was scattered and he had one eye missing, some people in the crowd recognized that this was Qin Yong, the purifying messenger of the Eternal Life Sect. When facing the purifying messenger, the advantage of the number of people could be ignored. They could only look forward to delaying time and letting the other party's purifying power be sealed.

However, things went against my wishes. Qin Yong was in a hurry to fight, and he became more and more brave, with no signs of decline, and he was so happy that he laughed wildly at the sky.

Seeing one comrade after another fall down, a shocked and puzzled sound appeared in the crowd.

"This...how can this guy still fight?"

"Didn't it mean that once the purifier uses his power to deal with mortals, he will be quickly sealed with the power of his seal?"

"I don't know, just practicing formation, when will we really fight with the Purification Messenger?"

Faced with such a huge gap in strength, once someone was desperate, the encirclement quickly began to collapse. The infantry and musket soldiers retreated one after another, and under the leadership of some people on the periphery, they suddenly became in ruins.

Seeing this, Qin Yong laughed wildly: "Hahaha, humans like ants are so pitiful!"

While speaking, he stepped forward quickly and killed four people in a row. He stopped chasing them wildly until he was blocked by a flying vine.

"Haha, the dark night fragrance? It's been a long time since I've been there, Master Fan..." Qin Yong looked towards the direction where the vine came, and saw the two sisters standing not far away from him without fear, and couldn't help but provoke, "These ants are really not enough for me. Finally, a big one comes."

Fan Ximo looked at the death of many disciples, his heart was as if he was hurt, and his forehead was full of blue veins, and he shouted: "Qin Yong, we all have heard of the festival between you and the Eternal Sect and the Immortal Sword Hall. That is your private matter. Our Qianwu Sect has no grudges and grudges with you, so why did we attack this? "

Qin Yong laughed unrestrainedly and said, "Hahaha, why do you ask the same question as the poor Dragon Slayer Gang? Can't you have a little novelty? Well... you have to ask, 'Oh, Lord Qin Yong, why are you so lucky to us?' I might be happy and I will lie down and chat with you slowly."

As a woman, Fan Ximo felt insulted. When he heard the name of "Dragon Slayer Gang", he immediately ignored everything else and questioned Qin Yong: "As the monster said, did you do the same thing to the Dragon Slayer Gang?"

Qin Yong was stunned: "That monster? Oh, are you the three monsters lying on the hillside caught by you? Well, they are all fools who have not succeeded or failed. If I had known that Mr. Tu was so weak, I would have been enough to destroy them alone, so why would so many minions die in vain?" After saying that, as if in order to prove his overwhelming power, he waved his right hand and a cyclone flew out, instantly cutting the seven or eight Qianwu Sect disciples who had retreated into two pieces.

Seeing that dragging it down would only increase the number of casualties, Fan Ximo stopped talking and shouted "The fragrance of the dark night". Four vines stretched out from both hands and attacked Qin Yong.

Qin Yong could have avoided it easily, but he didn't even take Fan Ximo seriously. He forced the four vines to wrap around his limbs, and then shouted loudly, shaking them one after another.

"I have seen your tricks for many years, but I have not improved every year. Do you think you should give up the wise as the head of the sect?"

Qin Yong gained unprecedented power. It was when he was arrogant and provocative. He felt that a small thing was caught on the back of his neck. The little thing shouted: "Gaga, I've caught him!"

Fan Ximo sneered: "As you said, I can make wise, my sister is not a vegetarian."

Qin Yong suddenly thought of something and replied, "It's the God of Wealth? Sorry, that little thing is useless to me."

After saying that, he wanted to reach out to catch the little thing behind him, but suddenly felt dizzy and staggered a few times.

Seeing this, Fan Xishi grinned and said, "Haha, the self-righteous guy, who said that the gold 10,000 taels is my ability?"

Qin Yong stumbled and said, "So, there are more than two of your purifying messengers..."
Chapter completed!