"Yes, that's right."

At Qi Xiang's reminder, Mr. Hai immediately reacted and gritted his teeth and said, "Those bastards really cannot let them go easily..."

Before Qi Xiang and others came, Mr. Hai was deeply hurt by it. Now that he has turned his back, he will definitely want to take revenge. No matter how bad he is, he must show off his might and let out a sigh of anger.

However, to a certain extent, conquering them is a second only to the spiritual realm. After all, the three forces regard the Three Demons as gods, and their loyalty to the Three Demons is beyond doubt.

As long as they use the power of the three demons to capture the three forces, then they must have enough manpower, material resources and financial resources to manage this spiritual realm.

With the help of the right time, place, people and people, the construction of the entire spiritual realm will definitely be on track. Within a few years, this place will definitely become a pure land outside the world.

Of course, the most important thing is that in a few years, it is enough for Mr. Hai and the others to grow up.

Qi Xiang's eyes passed by the people, but thought of Shifang Dao, Chen Biexue and others.

Behind those people, there are strong forces to support them. Therefore, they act flamboyantly and can even be called unscrupulous. Because they know that even if they cause any trouble, they have enough strength to settle them.

Personal strength is confidence. A deep background is reliance.

Together, it means being full of energy and self-confidence without taking anyone into consideration...

In contrast, Qi Xiang, who has been fighting alone, seems to be a lone hero, is at a disadvantage in this regard. However, he admires the words of a certain actress, he is a wealthy family and does not need to cling to a wealthy family.

Now Qi Xiang has this idea. He doesn’t need to join a certain force, and he can create a force.

The Avenue Meeting is the starting point!

Although the Daohui is now just a very loose organization, similar to a game-like community. However, Qi Xiang believes that with the spiritual realm as a bond and after a period of development, the nature of the Daohui will definitely change.

More importantly, Qi Xiang is also optimistic about the potential of Mr. Hai and others.

They are just individuals and have a good foundation. What they lack is an opportunity, an opportunity to make them take off.

With the resources of the spiritual realm and his careful guidance, if the strength of a few people cannot make a big progress, then they don’t have to practice anymore. Just go home and be a free and easy person, and just wait for a lifetime to die.

Qi Xiang has confidence and spends a few years, even if he cannot cultivate them to reach the innate realm, it should not be a problem to enter the magic power.

Transform strength and cultivate qi and accumulate slowly.

One day after he successfully builds the foundation, he will plant the seeds of true qi in the dantian of several people.

In this way, one person will attain enlightenment and the chicken and dog will ascend to heaven.

In this way, if nothing unexpected happens, maybe ten or eight years later, he can create a group of innate masters. By that time, no matter what northwest Yuncheng, what ten directions, and what Moling Villa are, they will be directly flattened.

Qi Xiang fell into a wonderful reverie...

But his is not a delusion, but a very likely thing to achieve.

Of course, such an idea takes time and cannot be achieved overnight. It took him two or three years to go through life and death disasters before he has gained his current strength.

Among them, it is full of all kinds of luck, but more of it is his life-threatening struggle, and he will be rewarded only after a lifetime of death.

From this perspective, it is very fair to give only the rewards.

He is the most concerned about fairness in life, so he wants to return to China and ask for a fair statement.

In the end, Mr. Hai and others could not convince Qi Xiang, so they had no choice but to send him out of the spiritual realm. Ma Qianjun drove the boat himself, took him into the Australian airport, and booked another flight, and took him on the plane.

The flight took off, and Qi Xiang sat in the first class cabin, closing her eyes to rest.

Most of the day passed, and when he arrived in China's territory, it was already evening. On the cold night, the stars were very lonely, but the entire airport was brightly lit and a brilliant scene.

Qi Xiang got off the plane and saw the bustling crowds. When he heard the familiar voices, he suddenly felt something, as if he was a different world. It was like a god who had lived outside the world for a long time suddenly descending to the mortal world, and he was a little uncomfortable...

After a moment, Qi Xiang came back to her senses and smiled.

Unpredictable, his figure moved, and his whole body disappeared from the airport like a light smoke.

With his current strength, he left silently, and even the surveillance equipment in the airport could not capture his footprints.

The night is vast, the sky is pitch black, and there is wind and moon.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the wind is cold and cold.

Qi Xiang shuttled through the wind, passing by among the high-rise buildings. The lights of thousands of houses are in the city that never sleeps. However, no one found his traces.

Not long after, Qi Xiang stopped and looked up.

I saw a continuous undulating building ahead, with ridges flying up and heavy buildings.

The pavilions and towers are spread out in an orderly manner, showing the atmosphere of wealth and luxury.

Jinling City, Moling Villa!

"Chen Biexue, I'm here..."

Qi Xiang rose into the sky, like a flying bird, swam gently among the mountains.

There are also large canine guards up and down the villa, at levels, and at levels. Unfortunately, there is no movement at all, whether it is a human or a dog.

It can be seen from this that in the face of absolute strength, all defense is just a paper tiger and an empty shell.

"Chen Biexue, Chen Biexue, Chen Biexue!"

A moment later, Qi Xiang's body fell on a hall like a light feather. He vaguely remembered that this was a banquet he came to Moling Villa two or three years ago, and was the banquet held by His Highness.

In this flash, nearly three years have passed, and time has passed so quickly.

Qi Xiang's eyes swam and looked to the side. If he remembered correctly, Chen Biexue's courtyard where he lived alone should be there...

He glanced at him and the man had turned into a wisp of smoke and flew away.

Soon, he came to a very elegant and quiet building built next to the cliff.

"Um?"

As soon as the figure flew, Qi Xiang appeared in the courtyard of the small building. However, when he listened, he frowned: "No one, aren't you here?"

The entire building has doors and windows, and there is no smell of human beings at all.

"It's so late, I'm not in the building, where have you been running?"

Qi Xiang locked her eyebrows and looked around, landing on the top of the mountain.

He remembered that there was a very magical ancient tower on the top of the mountain. According to Chen Biexue himself, there was a Moling Villa first, which was found.

He didn't understand much in the past, but today he understands it a little. Perhaps, the ancient tower on the mountain, like the magician tower in the spiritual realm, has some unknown secrets.

“Maybe on the tower…”

With this idea, Qi Xiang continued to fly away.

He was like a breeze, hovering up the building at the foot of the mountain. The security guards guarding the various buildings only vaguely felt that there seemed to be a wind blowing, but unexpectedly, there was a person hidden in the wind.

For a moment, Qi Xiang fled in the villa, as if she had entered a land without a man.

In a blink of an eye, he arrived at the top of the mountain.

But, strangely, the top of the mountain was empty, just a piece of tender grass swaying in the wind on the mountain.

As for ancient towers and other things, there is not even a shadow.

"Where is the tower?"

Qi Xiang was stunned. Although he knew that the ancient tower was mysterious, he did not expect that he had arrived at the top of the mountain, but he could not even find the trace of the tower.

"Is the formation?"

Qi Xiang was thinking, and simply walked on the top of the mountain, walked a few times, and sensed it carefully. With his current strength, his sixth sense was very keen. If there was really a formation hidden on the top of the mountain, he would definitely be able to detect it as soon as possible.

However, after a moment of observation, he was disappointed.

There is no abnormal reaction at the entire top of the mountain. Whether in the air or underground, it is normal.

There is no formation, and there is no ancient tower.

"Impossible, could it be that the tower I saw before was an illusion?"

Qi Xiang subconsciously shook his head, knowing that his soul was still there back then. At that time, with the insight of his soul, if the ancient tower was an illusion, it would definitely not be concealed.

"Or the formations here are far beyond what my strength can sense?"

Qi Xiang's eyebrows were like locks, and the wrinkles between her eyebrows had become the character "Sichuan".

"I don't believe it..."

Suddenly, Qi Xiang turned around and rushed towards the villa again.

He didn't look for Chen Biexue anymore, and planned to find the owner of the villa, Chen Biexue's father, Chen Futu. The so-called capturing the king first, as long as he found Chen Futu, would he be afraid that Chen Biexue would not be able to find?

With Chen Futu in hand, Chen Biexue must submit.

Well, although this method seems a bit despicable and shameless, I am in a hurry to follow the power and have to come up with this bad decision.

Qi Xiang thought that he was wandering in the villa again. But this time, he went to the main hall of the villa. The entire villa was east-west. Among them, the east and west wings were mostly guest rooms.

In the middle of the villa is the inner house, where the owner lives.

As the owner of the villa, Chen Futu's resting place must be in the inner house.

The goal was very clear, and Qi Xiang easily came to the inner house. He did not alarm any guards, and appeared in a gorgeous pavilion like a ghost.

However, what surprised him was that the entire gorgeous pavilion, the rooms, living rooms, bedrooms, and study were all pitch black, leaving only the lights in the corridor.
To be continued...