In a ruined temple a hundred miles away from the main battlefield.

"it's over."

Yu Gucheng looked at the Hidden Dragon List in the sky. The ten names on it were no longer like phantoms like before, but were actually imprinted on the list.

【Qianlong List】

[First place, Ghost Lord]

[Second place, Knife in the Wind·Feng Mo]

[Third place, Tianshou·Yedi]

[Fourth place, Ye Shuai·Yue Piao Ling]

[Fifth place, Daozi·Xue Wuxia]

[Sixth place, the fist dominates the world·Li Shizhou]

[Seventh place, Buddha and Demon Twins·Wisdom and Goodness]

[Eighth place, Sword Master·Yugucheng]

[Ninth place, Daoyin·Ning Xiaoyao]

[Tenth place, Sword Spirit·Fang Baoyu]

As the eighth among them, he did not feel any changes in himself, and this ranking did not represent his true strength.

After all, on the top of Nadao Mountain, he had been concentrating on swordsmanship with Shui Nisheng, understanding the opponent's swordsmanship, and also perfecting his own swordsmanship.

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With his pride, he would never be willing to become Ye Gucheng's shadow.

But those who can truly escape their fate by relying on their own strength are still zero so far.

Then Yu Gucheng looked at Black Thirteen.

"This is another deal."

"I understand." After saying that, Black Thirteen used his fingers to make a sword and stabbed into the void seemingly casually. At this moment, the rich aura of destruction began to gather, and the whole world seemed to have stopped. The terrifying sword force seemed to destroy the space.

Crush!

But then it suddenly turned into a sword intention that turned from death to life and disappeared in the world.

"These are not fifteen deadly swords." Yu Gucheng said with a solemn expression.

"These are my fifteen deadly swords. I gave up real death and turned to..."

"It's reincarnation, so this is the key to escaping your fate?"

Being able to release and retract is a sword that can truly be controlled by oneself. At this time, not even a trace of dust has dissipated in this ruined temple. It can be seen that this sword has no hidden dangers of the fifteen fatal swords, and its power is also more powerful than that of the fifteen swords.

The destruction is stronger.

After sensing all this, Yu Gucheng's tone became more urgent.

Black Thirteen said calmly:

"It is enough as a reward for sending it to Prince Wuwei's palace."

"But as for him knowing my identity and thus increasing my risk of exposure, this should be counted as another price!"

At this time, Young Master Yugucheng lost his usual aloofness, just like a hawker haggling over prices.

"If you can't escape your fate by your own strength, go to the desperate pawn shop." Black Thirteen glanced at Ying Wuque, who was silently scribbling in the corner with a grass branch the whole time, and then said seriously.

"This reminder is enough. As for the transactions in the Desperate Pawn Shop, the prices are different."

Yu Gucheng shook his head and said: "I still need some insights from you. After all, you are the only destiny body that has escaped from destiny."

Black Thirteen had a headache. He was not good at arguing with others, so it was more suitable for him to directly draw his sword and kill people.

However, he also understood the situation in Yugucheng. When he first learned that he was destined to die, he regarded it as the highest priority problem that needed to be solved.

"To get out of destiny, you must enter destiny. You need to walk this journey completely until the last moment. You can break away from the shackles of destiny as long as you understand yourself clearly. My situation is special, but I have indeed experienced that period.

Life."

"Because of the Fugitive Pawnshop? No, it's because of the Ghost Lord."

Black Thirteen did not answer. He signaled the sound transmission token to Ying Wuque, who was squatting to communicate, and then turned around and left.

The other party is also an experienced old spy, and he doesn't need to be warned about small things.

"Let's go too." Yu Gucheng looked at Ying Wuque. After Ying Wuque stood up and nodded, their figures disappeared in the next second.

At the same time, a sword energy suddenly erupted in the ruined temple, instantly wiping out everything inside.

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"It's over." Qin Fan glanced at Feng Mo, who was hurriedly wrapping the blanket around Xiaofeng, and then looked at the first rising sun.

It was Feng Mo who got Xiaofeng's name. After all, looking at the situation, he would be the one to take care of the little baby, so he just took his last name. As for the name, he didn't bother to think about it, so he called him that for now.

Regarding this, both Qin Fan and Mo Kaixin said that it would be fine if the other party was happy.

The reason why Xiaofeng is so close to Feng Mo was also explained by Yue Piaoling herself.

"So so, so so.

Probably because I used the Ten Thousand Phase Moon Shadow to simulate the relationship between the sword and a ray of sword energy was also sucked into the vortex.

Among all the seemingly ordinary swordsmen, 'Feng''s swordsmanship seemed so unique, so it was deeply remembered by him.

Then, hey hey hey."

At this moment, Yue Piaoling was watching Feng Mo, a busy dad, holding Xiaofeng in his arms. He seemed to have thought of something funny, so he started laughing non-stop.

However, when he glanced at the Qianlong List, he immediately snorted coldly:

"My lord is definitely biased! Why else would I give Murong Ye's head to you?"

"How about we have a fight now?" Feng Mo's cold expression was still very intimidating, but now he was holding the cute Xiaofeng, which suddenly made him more aura -1,-1,-

1,-1,-1,-1......

The noise between the two of them seemed to Qin Fan to be a daily activity, so he had subconsciously blocked their voices.

"It's almost time."

Regarding the quest for hegemony, the other three conditions for killing have been exceeded. As for the number of forces that will be completely destroyed, it will take some time.

But there is no need for Qin Fan to urge them now. The players have already boarded the airship and are preparing to scan one area after another.

Currently, there are only 10,000 Xuanyang Guards left to clean the battlefield and 30,000 Worry-Free Sect followers who are making pilgrimages to the Daoshan ruins.

At this moment, Qin Fan, four people and one child were suspended in the air. Below, the Panzi Demon was holding a thick book and began to recite the teachings of Wuyou Sect. The thirty thousand believers were sitting cross-legged on the ground one by one, listening carefully.

.

Sometimes he looked into the air with reverence, and silently recited the slogan of the Wuyou Sect in his heart.

"How long are we going to stand here?" Mo Kaixin was about to go back and study the formation patterns. He had many things he didn't understand about Xiaofeng's birth.

"You can withdraw first. To be precise, it's enough for me to be standing here." Qin Fan's face showed a trace of fatigue. This day was full of wits and strength, even though the power of faith behind him replenished it.

He still felt a little tired.

However, Panzi Mo said that his occasional appearance would help strengthen the cohesion of Wuyou Sect.

So he can only stay here.

In the eyes of these 30,000 believers, Qin Fan, dressed in the morning sun, exudes the light of holiness. He is listening carefully to the Pope's narration and is very satisfied with the teachings. At the same time, he is also responding to their expectations. In order to create a peaceful

Work hard for your ideal hometown.

Qin Fan was not prepared to copy the theology. After all, he was still alive. Some people became great because they died. He was not prepared to add too much mystery to himself, otherwise it would be easy to shoot himself in the foot.

Therefore, to the followers of the Ashoka Sect, he is more like a leader who can lead them to achieve their ideals.

However, looking at the slightly fanatical expressions of the believers below, Qin Fan felt that he seemed to be at a stage where he was neither getting better nor worse.

Then when he turned his head, he found that Mo Kaixin's figure had disappeared.

After hearing what Qin Fan said, Mo Kaixin withdrew directly without any sense of loyalty. He had some conscience and put Sima Kongming's coffin back into the airship and settled it first.

‘Wind’ and ‘Yue’ are still running against each other, and it looks like they are not in a hurry to go back.

[Ding, give out the Qianlong Ranking rewards!]

'finally come!'

[Congratulations to the members of the force in Wangyougui City where the authority holder is located, for winning the first, second, third, fourth and fifth place on the Hidden Dragon List. In addition to being assigned corresponding luck, the authority

Those who can get additional source point rewards!】

‘Huh.’ Qin Fan let out a long sigh of relief.

What he finally felt relieved was that according to Tiandao's calculations, Xue Wuxia, who accidentally entered the Dao Domain and was about to become the boss, still belonged to the Ghost City side, and Yu Cangmiao, who just took a Tianshou mask and temporarily became the Night Emperor.

, can also be classified as a ghost market.
To be continued...