Chapter 316 Ghost Face

Qin Yang looked at the broken body on the ground, his eyes full of satisfaction.

He had been in this world for so long, and the biggest loss he had suffered was being hunted by Fan Xuanlei.

"Are you okay?"

Zhao Xinmo ran to Qin Yang and asked.

"If you can still move, leave here first."

"Otherwise, when the people from the Leisha Sect arrive, we will have to fight again."

Qin Yang used the remaining Qi and blood to control the violent thunder power in his body.

These thunder powers raged wildly, destroying his flesh and blood, paralyzing his body.

He could still move, which only showed that his physique was indeed strong.

"Well, your last move was really too loud."

Zhao Xinmo nodded.

The two of them used all their strength to quickly leave this charred land.

After half an incense stick.

An old figure quickly came.

It was Zhao Guanshan, the great elder of the Leisha Sect.

He was originally in charge of the Leisha Sect, but suddenly felt a strong Qi fluctuation coming from near Jiulei City.

As a martial saint, Zhao Guanshan knew that there must be martial saints fighting nearby, and it must be extremely fierce to produce such fluctuations.

He couldn't sit still and left Leisha Sect, wanting to come over to check the situation.

Then he saw a broken body lying on the ground.

The chest of the body was completely shattered and the surface of the skin was covered with cold frost.

"Leader?!"

Zhao Guanshan was shocked when he saw the body, then hesitated and finally showed joy.

"Good death"

"Good death!!!"

Zhao Guanshan laughed with ecstasy.

Then, he suddenly regained his calm and looked sad.

After a while.

People from Leisha Sect came one after another, and they were also extremely shocked when they saw Fan Xuanlei's body.

No one would have thought that Fan Xuanlei would die just like that.

"Who is it?! Who killed the leader?!"

"Could it be that the collapse of the Nine Thunder Tower tonight was a conspiracy?"

"It should be that this matter must be investigated thoroughly to avenge the leader!!"

The elders of the Leisha Sect were extremely angry.

At this time.

A voice sounded.

"Grand Elder. Once the leader dies, how will things be arranged in the future?"

An elder asked.

Zhao Guanshan was waiting for this sentence, and smiled: "First, transport the body of the leader Fan back to the sect. As for the murderer, I will definitely find out the truth."

There are only two martial saints in the Leisha Sect, one is Fan Xuanlei and the other is Zhao Guanshan.

Now that Fan Xuanlei is dead, Zhao Guanshan is the biggest.

So now when Zhao Guanshan speaks, the people of the Leisha Sect subconsciously obey.

In the next few days.

The Leisha Sect was in turmoil.

As soon as Fan Xuanlei died, Zhao Guanshan took the position of the leader.

As for tracking down the murderer, it was just a lot of noise but little action.

Because Zhao Guanshan put all his energy into eliminating the remaining forces of Fan Xuanlei.

After all, Fan Xuanlei had been in the Leisha Sect for so long, and his power was too huge. It was not so easy to break it up.

At this time, tracking down the murderer was meaningless for Zhao Guanshan.

At night.

The main hall of the headmaster.

"Master, Fan Xuanlei's sons have been dealt with."

"As for the elders who have been against you in the sect. When do you think you will start?"

A man with a sinister look said softly.

"No hurry. Send the heads of Fan Xuanlei's sons one by one."

"They should know what's good for them."

Zhao Guanshan smiled.

"I understand." The sinister man smiled knowingly and said goodbye.

"Fan Xuanlei didn't expect you to die so easily."

"I was suppressed by you for decades, and finally I can sit on this chair."

Zhao Guanshan sat alone in the headmaster's chair and laughed.

"Master Zhao is in a good mood."

A sinister voice suddenly came into the headmaster's hall.

"Who?" Zhao Guanshan frowned and looked at the hall door.

A white-robed man with a ghost mask flew in lightly.

"It turned out to be you."

"Did you succeed in killing that man last time?"

Zhao Guanshan saw this man and asked softly.

This guy is the contact person of the killer organization Yanluo Tower.

"No. According to the clues we have."

"That person is not as simple as the half-step martial saint you said."

"His cultivation has reached the realm of martial saint. Even his strength may exceed that of the sensing martial saint."

The white-robed man said lightly.

"It is impossible that the guy was chased and killed by Fan Xuanlei half a year ago."

"In just half a year, he can make such rapid progress?"

Zhao Guanshan frowned.

"Naturally, normal people can't do it, but what if it is the blood of immortals and Buddhas?"

The white-robed ghost-faced man asked with a smile.

"The blood of immortals and Buddhas." Zhao Guanshan's face changed slightly.

In the past six months, not only have terrifying geniuses appeared, but the matter of immortal and Buddha bloodline has long been no secret.

After being reminded by the ghost-faced man, he felt that this explanation was very reasonable.

After all, the immortal and Buddha bloodline itself is beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

It is not so difficult for these people with immortal and Buddha bloodline to break through to the Martial Saint in half a year.

"So if you want us to take action in Yanluo Tower, we must raise the price."

The ghost-faced man smiled.

"Then forget it."

"After you said that, I roughly guessed who took action against Fan Xuanlei."

"I have no grudge against that person, why should I provoke him."

Zhao Guanshan shook his head directly.

How could he offend a promising Immortal Buddha bloodline just to avenge Fan Xuanlei?

“Then the deposit given before is non-refundable.”

"Because this is your own intelligence failure."

The ghost-faced man didn't say much.

"I can't afford to offend you, Yama Tower. If you don't want it, I won't."

Zhao Guanshan said helplessly.

Anyway, now that he is the head of the Leisha Sect, these losses will only make him feel distressed for a while, and he will soon be able to earn them back.

"You are so willing."

The Ghostfaced Man himself laughed.

"There is gain only when there is sacrifice."

"Right now, the Leisha Sect is not yet under my control."

"I don't want to provoke enemies."

Zhao Guanshan said directly.

"Okay then. Our previous agreement is void."

"Welcome to come to our Yama Luo Tower for cooperation next time."

The ghost-faced man said no more, and disappeared from the hall in a flash.

"Fan Xuanlei, bloodline of immortals and Buddhas, you really did not die unjustly."

Zhao Guanshan said to himself, and then laughed out loud.

In his heart, he even thanked Qin Yang.

If it weren't for Qin Yang, he might never be able to sit on the position of sect leader in this life.

In a dark valley.

The ghost-faced man quietly walked into a cave in the valley.

The pale candlelight flickered, and dead heads with different expressions hung on the walls.

A man wearing a smiling mask is holding a brush, carefully observing the expressions on the heads of these dead people, and then depicting their expressions.

"Zhao Guanshan has given up chasing that Immortal Buddha bloodline." The ghost-faced man said calmly.

"Normally... Zhao Guanshan just wants to secure his position as the sect leader. How could he cause such trouble?" The smiling man said while waving his brush.

"Then we just give up?" the ghost-faced man asked. (End of chapter)