After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

The old man and the young boy from the backyard had just arrived. After being trapped by the succubus, the young disciple fell to the ground before he could react.

But that old useless immortal was a difficult character, so he could only reinforce the formation to trap him first.

It was not until Li Fuyi had almost taken her revenge that the succubus quickly spoke out to inform him.

(knew.)

After a brief response, the Taiwei Sword was raised again, this time, pointing directly at Ding Long's heart.

Three consecutive sword strikes, each one accurately pierced Ding Long's heart.

Accompanied by the sound of piercing flesh, the shrill wails finally stopped and his struggles gradually subsided.

The old useless immortal outside the door obviously noticed this, and he began to rush desperately in the formation.

Finally, Li Fuyi stretched out her hand towards Ding Long with her five fingers open, and a faint blue light flashed at her fingertips.

As he slowly pulled his hand out, Ding Long's soul was pulled out of his body. It was a faint light, flickering, as if silently begging.

Li Fuyi flipped his palm without hesitation and with a light slap, the soul was instantly shattered, turning into starlight and dissipating in the air.

Too lazy to even glance at the completely dead Ding Long, he told the succubus: (Let him in, the body is yours.)

The succubus immediately responded excitedly: "Okay, I'll let him in right away."

It admitted that this was the first time it had been so proactive after being a soul slave for so many years.

He immediately followed the momentum of the old useless immortal, broke a hole in the magic circle, and rushed into the room.

The useless immortal's eyes swept across the room quickly and soon fixed on Ding Long, who looked horrifically dead.

The expression on his face changed rapidly, from initial surprise to anger, and finally to fear.

With a look of vigilance on his face, he pointed his whisk at Li Fuyi and asked, "Whose family are you from?"

"How dare you openly slaughter the beloved disciple of Elder Long of the Lieyue Sect in the Flower Drum Tower!"

Li Fuyi still stood there steadily, and took advantage of the old useless immortal's few words to find out his cultivation level.

"So much nonsense! Just kill him, he's just a member of the Lieyue Sect." His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was saying that if a fruit is rotten, it should be thrown away.

Li Fuyi's eyes were cold, like a sharp sword, as he looked at the indignant old useless immortal in front of him, and suddenly a hint of sneer appeared in his eyes.

"You are at least an orthodox Taoist."

"Even though he was turned into a useless immortal by the backlash of the thunder tribulation, he actually accepted orders from a wretch like Ding Long."

"He really is self-degrading."

A series of contemptuous words hit the old immortal's heart like a heavy hammer.

Wasted immortals are different from normal cultivators. They all failed to pass the tribulation but survived by chance.

There are two types of useless immortals stranded in the Piaomiao Realm: one is the one who has reached the perfection of the Mahayana stage but failed to overcome the Dengxian calamity; the other is the one who has reached the perfection of the Xuanxian realm but failed to challenge the Yuexian calamity.

Because they failed to transcend the tribulation and are burdened with karma, their cultivation is a million times more difficult than that of ordinary people.

What's more, a body like a broken ship can hardly retain the immortal power in the body for a long time, so a large amount of natural treasures, pills and medicinal materials are needed to maintain it in order to ensure that his condition does not decline.

Most ordinary cultivators do not have to worry about their lives when their realm declines, but those who become useless immortals will only end up dead.

If you are in a high-ranking sect, you naturally have nothing to fear.

At worst, I can just stop practicing and become a rich and idle person, taking a break from worrying and enjoying the tranquility of the rest of my life.

But he was at his wit's end, and had no choice but to reluctantly bring his apprentice and accept the invitation to come to Huagu Tower to take charge.

Although he is said to be in charge, he is actually dependent on Elder Long and enjoys the resources he provides.

If Ding Long came to invite him, he would have to come out and intimidate them a few times.

As the saying goes: A man who eats someone's food will be soft-hearted, and a man who takes someone's money will

When it comes to the secret activities of Huagu Tower, we often have no choice but to turn a blind eye; open one eye and close the other.

Living peacefully in the backyard, pretending to be oblivious to the chaos in front, and maintaining the little peace that is left.

Li Fuyi's words pierced through the thin window paper, making the old useless immortal completely angry and embarrassed.

The voice boomed like thunder: "You are powerless! How dare a mere immortal like you speak nonsense in front of me?"

Both of his eyes turned blood red.

He had completely lost his dignified appearance as a Taoist god, and was now baring his fangs and claws like a man-eating monster.

{Master, be careful. This old thing should be at the mid-stage of a casual cultivator by now.}

Li Fuyi tightened the Taiwei Sword in his hand, and the immortal power in his body began to be released unrestrainedly. He stared at the old useless immortal with his eyes, eager to try.

With the succubus, even if he is one or two small realms higher, he can still fight.

He is not a warlike person, but he is never afraid of fighting.

If you want to fight, fight!

Li Fuyi's eyes flashed, and without waiting for the old useless immortal to make a move, he disappeared from his sight in a flash.

When he reappeared, he was already behind him. The Taiwei Sword, with a faint sound of breaking through the air, pierced the old Feixian's left shoulder from a high altitude.

Just when the tip of the sword was about to pierce through his Taoist robe, he suddenly shook his body and almost avoided the sword tip, and the Taiwei sword barely brushed past his sleeve and missed.

Li Fuyi swung his sword and slashed it horizontally.

The old Taoist had actually seen through his plan a long time ago, but his immortal body was damaged and not flexible enough.

He tried to dodge with difficulty, but the sharp sword energy cut a hole in the sleeve of his left arm, leaving a bloody mark on his left arm.

He immediately took quick steps and retreated repeatedly, barely putting some distance between him and Li Fuyi.

"You! You are from the Zichen Sword Sect!" The old Taoist stared at Li Fuyi in horror.

Even though Ding Long runs a brothel and acts arrogantly, he would never dare to provoke a behemoth like the Zichen Sword Sect.

How could they attract the people from the Purple Star Sword Sect?!

However, when he thought about the methods used to recruit people in Huagu Tower, Lao Feixian immediately made a reasonable guess.

Ding Long and others must have captured the wife, daughter, and sisters of the man in front of them, and touched people they shouldn't have touched, so this man came here in black clothes late at night.

That makes it easy!

The old Taoist questioned in a patriarchal tone: "Disciples of the Zichen Sword Sect, you must not kill without reason. Does your master know what you have done on this trip?"

"As long as you stop here, I promise not to leak this matter."

"Anyway, you've killed this man, and you've let out your anger."

"how?"

These words are really stern but weak. He is trying to use the rules of Zichen Sword Sect to justify his actions. If someone is not very worldly-wise, he would be fooled.

Li Fuyi sneered in his heart and disagreed with the old useless immortal's bluffing.

With a "humph", he dodged with his sword, and continued to chase without hesitation, not giving the opponent any chance to breathe.

After just a brief fight, he had already figured it out.

The old useless immortal's cultivation level was just barely maintained at the middle stage, and in fact, it was not much different from that of himself, a wandering immortal in the early stage.

The two sides are evenly matched, and he can't afford to waste time!

No matter how much he talks, it is not unfair to kill anyone who can go along with Ding Long.

……

The fight was extremely fierce and exciting, and ended with the old useless immortal self-destructing in despair.

However, the succubus is always watching, so how can he succeed?

At the critical moment, he rushed out hundreds of meters wrapped around Li Fuyi.

Along with Ding Long's body on the ground and the stolen items in the house, everything was packed up and taken away.

When they looked back, the entire top floor was blown flat.

The huge roof with carved beams and painted buildings collapsed completely, and the people on the two lower floors fled in panic.

In a short while, the Flower Drum Tower, which had just been bustling with activity and brightly lit, turned into a ruin.

Li Fuyi took one last look in the air and turned to Taiwei to return.

Several brocade bags were handed to Li Fuyi. "Master, these are the spoils I collected for you. Please accept them."

The lackey succubus had her own plans in mind and offered the treasure on her own initiative.

Li Fuyi glanced at the several strange sachets carried by the succubus's soul, just when the succubus thought he didn't want them.

(We'll talk about it when we get back.)

The succubus, whose plan had temporarily failed, was not discouraged. Instead, she proposed more earnestly:

{Master, are we going back to seclusion now?}

{It's almost dawn, and it's inconvenient to go in and out.}

{How about we stop in the town ahead for a day and go back in the evening?}

Looking towards the east, the morning star is about to rise high in the sky and the deep blue night is about to recede.

Going back at this time is indeed a bit risky.

(Um.)

It’s a good opportunity to see what special food there is in the town.