Hearing Qing Mo's question, Fan Chuan once again focused his attention on Mr. Qin. He saw that Mr. Qin was already very decadent. The previous roars were gone, replaced by plaintive whispers.
, as if mumbling to himself, but cautiously.
However, Fanchuan doesn't have any sympathy. There is only one source of evil, that is, Mr. Qin participated in forcing his father to death. For this reason alone, Fanchuan does not want to let him live anymore, let alone mention it.
pity.
Fanchuan then responded to Qingmo: "In this case, we will execute him decisively."
"Execution?" Qing Mo was a little surprised.
Fanchuan asked in return: "What? Isn't it possible?"
Qing Mo quickly shook his head and said: "No, no, no, that's not what I meant. It's definitely okay, but didn't Shaojun say it before, the immortal who gives up resistance..."
"He's not here." Fanchuan decisively interrupted Qing Mo.
Qing Mo then snorted coldly and stopped asking.
Fanchuan walked up to Mr. Qin again, and then deliberately looked at the Zhaoju Temple and Changsheng Hall that had been burned to ashes, and then said to Mr. Qin with interest: "Old Qin, what's the matter?
Like? Did I keep my word? If I said I would burn your West Palace, I will certainly burn it."
"Huh, you have to die a good death, you will be punished by God!" Mr. Qin had lost his spirit, but still resisted tenaciously.
Fanchuan also thought about letting Mr. Qin go, but when he thought of the tragic situation on the southern planet, Fanchuan could not tolerate it. Finally, Fanchuan still raised the Xunyin in his hand to Mr. Qin.
gun.
"Back then, the concealment-seeking gun was destroyed in your hands. Today, this concealment-seeking gun is seeking revenge and killing one's life." Fanchuan said coldly.
However, Mr. Qin seemed to have ignored life and death for a long time. He suddenly laughed out loud and said: "The soul of Zhaoju Palace is still there. When the West Palace rises, the East Palace will be destroyed!"
"Idiot's dream!"
Fanchuan roared angrily, showed no mercy, and pierced Mr. Qin's chest with one shot, then quickly drew the gun and pierced it three times in succession. Fanchuan then withdrew the concealment-seeking gun, but there was already blood on the ground.
Flow into a river.
As if having spiritual consciousness, Elder Qin's blood quickly flowed towards the ruins of Zhaoju Palace and blended into the ashes, emitting a nauseating smell. Of course, Elder Qin had already closed his eyes tightly at this moment.
The immortal energy in his body was also rapidly dissipating.
Seeing this, Fanchuan, in order to avoid future troubles, suddenly drew out his immortal energy again and raised Qin Lao's body high in the air for unknown reasons. Under the confusion of the immortals, Fanchuan suddenly exerted his strength, and a stream of immortal energy flew past.
, then he smashed Lao Qin’s body into the ashes of Zhaoju Palace.
Since there were still many sparks in the ashes, Qin Lao's body was ignited by the sparks, burning with an objectionable flame again, and the smell in the air was even more unpleasant.
Seeing this, Fanchuan no longer stayed, and immediately ordered the immortals: "Dear fellow immortals, today's raid is successful. It is the first battle for our victory in the East Palace. Next, we will launch a siege together with the first and second groups.
The battle is over, I hope you all cheer up, we need to return to defense overnight!"
"I will obey the order of the young master!" all the immortals roared in unison, and everyone's face was filled with victory.
The flames all around have become smaller, and the originally luxurious palaces have really turned into a pile of ruins. Outsiders seem very sorry, but for Fanchuan, this is just the beginning.
Fanchuan estimated the distance of the Nishigong Fuxian he let go before. Fanchuan wanted to rush Zhuji's camp before he reported the news to Zhuji, so he was one of the fighters who launched the encirclement war.
However, the location where the war is launched cannot be too far away from the Eight Hundred Miles Immortal Vein. Otherwise, it will be difficult to cooperate with the first and second groups. Fighting alone will be like dying in vain.
Fanchuan thought this and called Qiong Ji, who was currently in a daze.
"Well? Young Master, what's wrong?" Qiongji said in shock.
Fanchuan nodded and said: "Sister Qiong, this is it. If we ask Sister Qingmo and you two to fight against Zhuji alone, what are the chances that you two will win?"
Qiong Ji thought for a while and echoed: "Fifty percent."
"Ah? Only half?" Fanchuan exclaimed.
Qiongji nodded helplessly and said: "Yes, the Pure Immortal Realm is no joke. Now there is only Zhuji in the Immortal Realm who is in the Pure Immortal Realm, so it is difficult to deal with it."
Fanchuan sighed and stopped asking. Instead, he counted the time in his heart. According to Fanchuan's calculation, if he waited another quarter of an hour and immediately returned to the defense, he would appear in the panic of Zhuji's camp, and he would be eight hundred meters away.
The Immortal Vein is not too far away either.
A quarter of an hour passed in an instant, and Fanchuan hurriedly spoke to the immortals: "Dear fellow immortals, we need to appear in the panic of the Zhuji camp, so our immortal move needs to cover the destination within 800 miles.
Within the boundaries of the Immortal Vein West Palace, please remember not to be reckless!"
"I will obey the orders of the young master!" All the immortals roared in unison again.
Fanchuan nodded happily and said: "Let's go!"
Just like when he came, Fanchuan entered Qingmo's immortal movement formation, while Qiongji took another East Palace Fuxian forward. Almost an instant later, there was no one left in the entire West Palace Palace.
The only thing left behind by the East Palace Immortal was the body of the West Palace Immortal and the occasional "crackling" ruins of the palace.
Suddenly, a burst of cold rain fell, extinguishing the scattered sparks. The ruins of the West Palace were only filled with choking thick smoke. They no longer had the splendor and grandeur of the past, and no longer had the domineering air of the past.
Falling into desolation, defeat and regret.
Just like the ruins of the Shenyuan Gate back then, the only difference from the Shenyuan Gate is that the destruction of the palace in the West Palace was more tragic, but the Shenyuan Gate cost tens of millions of lives.
For this debt, Fanchuan was placed on Xi Gong's head, and it was considered that he had expressed some meager hatred for the deceased Master Fanqun.
At this moment, Fanchuan was in the midst of Qingmo's magical movement formation. With the chaos all around, he had no intention of relaxing, and no trace of the pleasure he felt after burning the West Palace. However, he was full of worries because of the ensuing siege.
The battle is the most unstable battle in Fanchuan's plan.
Although according to the plan, Nishinomiya's strength can be disintegrated and its edge can be avoided, and due to previous use, Nishinomiya's vigilance can be relaxed and he can act proudly, but strength is strength, and only Zhuji, a pure immortal, is enough to make Fanchuan uneasy.
.
Qing Mo, who was also in the immortal movement formation, seemed to see through Fanchuan's thoughts, so he walked closer and said slowly: "What's wrong? What are you worried about?"
Fanchuan shook his head helplessly and said: "The next step will be a fierce battle, I'm afraid..."
"If you think so..." Qing Mo interrupted Fanchuan, and then said: "If we don't do this, we can only let the West Palace slaughter us, and the ending will be more tragic, and more East Palace Immortals will be killed or injured.
Therefore, by advancing and retreating like this, we have done the best we can. As for the outcome, we can only look at God's will."
Fanchuan said in surprise: "How do you know that I am worried about the immortals in the East Palace?"
Qing Mo smiled and said: "You have this worry written all over your face, and I'm not blind."
Fanchuan smiled helplessly and said: "Well, it seems that I have no shyness in front of you."
"Taboo?" Qing Mo said elegantly: "Could it be that you were still shy about me before?"
"Uh..." Fanchuan realized that he had dug a hole for himself, and immediately echoed: "No, no, no, I didn't mean that. By the way, Sister Qingmo, can you tell me now why you were angry before?
?”
When asked by Fan Chuan, Qing Mo shook his head again and said: "It's nothing, it's nothing, just don't ask."
Fanchuan asked for trouble, so he stopped asking questions and changed the subject: "Sister Qingmo, what will happen if this siege does not succeed?"
"It didn't succeed?" Qing Mo was stunned for a moment, and then said: "What else can we do? The whole army will be wiped out!"
Fanchuan lowered his head and pondered for a long time. Suddenly he seemed to think of something and said eagerly: "By the way, Sister Qingmo, I want to ask you something."
"Let's be honest, what else do you want to ask?"
Fanchuan said seriously: "Do you know about artifacts?"
"What? Divine weapon?" Qing Mo asked in surprise.
Fanchuan nodded and said, "Well, it's an artifact. How much do you know about artifacts?"
Qing Mo pondered for a while, then slowly said: "I have only heard of it, but I have never seen it. However, it was mentioned in the legend that besides the immortals and the three worlds of the alien continent, there is another kind of existence. That is
A creature beyond the three realms is a god, but..."
"But what?" Fanchuan asked.
Qing Mo said calmly: "But no one has ever seen the so-called God, but according to legends, God has extremely profound abilities, is not bound by the three realms and six paths, and can change the world."
Fanchuan was shocked and said: "Is there such a thing?"
Qing Mo smiled and said: "It's just a legend, no one has ever seen it."
"But if I say that I have seen the artifact, would you believe it?" Fanchuan said quickly.
"Artifact? A weapon used by gods?" Qing Mo obviously didn't know much about artifacts.
Fanchuan was a little disappointed, so he nodded and said, "Yes, but it's just a rumor. Who knew that the Divine Bow of Lighting the Moon is really a divine weapon?"
"Zhaoyue Divine Bow? What the hell?" Qing Mo seemed to be interested.
However, Fanchuan didn't want to say too much, he just said perfunctorily: "It's a weapon I saw in the demon world. People in the demon world said it was a divine weapon. At first, I didn't pay much attention to it, but now...
"
"What's going on now?" Qing Mo's interest became more and more intense.
Fanchuan smiled awkwardly and said: "I heard that Zhuji obtained the Zhaoyue Divine Bow. I wonder what tricks he has up his sleeve."
"What? Zhuji got the Divine Bow of the Moon? This...does this have something to do with the current war?" Qing Mo asked eagerly, and the armor on his body flashed with dazzling light under his twisting body.
Fanchuan was so illuminated that it was difficult to open his eyes...