I have a fairy palace in my body

Chapter 98
"It's true that people are sitting in the temple, and the pot comes from the sky."

Fang Han was also a little helpless. Originally, he would not care about these secular battles, even if blood flowed for a long time.

But since a monk appeared, and he was going to be killed together, of course he would not sit still.

At this time, Fang Han's whole body changed, and the image of an ordinary student who was inconspicuous just now disappeared.

Instead, there was fierce coercion.

It immediately made everyone present tremble.

"not good!"

There was a scream in the night sky outside the Earth Temple, followed by a gust of wind.

"Where are you going!" Fang Han finally met a monk, how could he let him escape.

With a flash of his figure, he rushed out of the Earth Temple like a shell.

In the rainy night outside, a black figure was running away in a panic using the Wind Control Technique.

"Come down for me!"

Fang Han pinched his hands, and suddenly a cloudy hand came out from the air, and grabbed the black shadow through the air.

The black figure gritted his teeth, turned around and slashed at Yun Qi's big hand with a throwing knife.

However, Yunqi's big hand slapped the flying knife without any difficulty, captured the whole body of the black shadow at once, grabbed it from the air, and threw it back to the Earth Temple.

This so-called Immortal Master is a skinny, middle-aged man with a rogue-like appearance, but only at the second level of Qi training.

At this time, his face was pale with fright.

From Fang Han's burst of mana just now, he had already guessed that the opponent was a high-level Qi training monk, and sure enough, he couldn't even take a single move.

"Fellow Daoist, please forgive me."

"I didn't mean to offend you."

The intestines of the middle-aged man with the deer head and mouse eyes are green with regret.

He never expected that the unremarkable scholar in the corner of the temple was actually a high-level monk in Qi training.

"who are you."

"Why would a cultivator attack a group of mortals?" Fang Han asked coldly.

"My name is Wang Mazi. I used to be a loose cultivator, and now I work under the eldest prince of the Lord of Nanqing."

"It was ordered by the eldest prince to intercept and kill the little prince of Nanqing."

Wang Mazi bowed his head.

"It sure is him!"

At this time, the gentle woman huddled in a corner of the earth temple, as well as Meng Xiaowei and others all had clear expressions on their faces, which was not surprising at all.

"Humph!"

"As an immortal cultivator, you are willing to obey the orders of the worldly dignitaries and slaughter mortals. You have also cultivated to a dog at a young age."

Fang Han snorted contemptuously, and tightened his hands.

In the world of cultivating immortals, few cultivators are willing to serve the secular dignitaries. Most cultivators desire to practice freely in the world, and some cultivators who serve the dignitaries are despised by everyone. Besides, cultivators are not allowed to massacre mortals at will , especially meddling in the affairs of the mortal royal family, this Wang Mazi has committed a taboo.

Normally, Fang Han might not bother to care about it, but if he dared to attack him, he deserved to die.

"Fellow Daoist, forgive me, I can't help myself."

"I was forced by the envoys of the Demon Sect Alliance, so I had to obey orders."

Wang Mazi begged for mercy.

"The Devil Sect Alliance, what is this?" Fang Han was taken aback.

Wang Mazi didn't dare to hide anything, so he told what he knew.

He was originally a low-level casual cultivator in Nanqing Kingdom.

The so-called low-level casual cultivators are actually similar to Fang Han's original owner. Many people have also gone to various fairy cities in the world of cultivating immortals to practice.

However, these people are all poor in aptitude, not strong in Taoism, and low in ability. After decades, they have not been able to earn any spiritual stones and medicines for cultivation, and they have been hovering in the early and middle stages of Qi training.

Although everyone dreams of joining the sect, there are only a few people who can join the sect. Fang Han himself is an example.

So some of the lowest-level casual cultivators, some of them the lowest-level casual cultivators, simply gave up their penance in the fairy city and the hope of entering the sect, and instead dawdled in the mortal world, enjoying their leisure.

Occasionally, some practice resources can also be found.

Of course, due to the pressure from the cultivating sects of various countries, they dare not do things casually in the mortal world, let alone massacre mortals at will.

Once involved in the disputes of the royal families of various countries without authorization, they will also be sanctioned by the major orthodox sects.

Three months ago, the emissary who claimed to be the emissary of the Demon Sect Alliance secretly summoned a group of low-level casual cultivators to join the Demon Sect Alliance in Nanqing State to collect information on the movements of the Righteous Sect in the mortal world. Dan and Lingshi as rewards.

Many of these low-level casual cultivators will not be able to join the sect for the rest of their lives. It is rare that some sect forces are willing to take them in and provide them with training resources, so many people are eager to join, even if it is a demon sect.

Wang Mazi is one of them.

The task he has recently accepted is to obey the orders of the eldest prince and support the eldest prince to become the lord of Nanqing at any time.

Hearing Wang Mazi's words, Fang Han frowned.

There may be half-truths and half-truths in the words of the person in front of him, but that is roughly the case.

"Evil Sect Alliance..." As the name suggests, it should be an alliance of all the major evil sects.

Sure enough, as Fang Han expected, Mozong's troubles were about to get bigger.

If what he expected was correct, although the world of cultivating immortals in Nanqing Kingdom is calm on the surface, demon forces have already invaded it. It is very likely that the orthodox sects of Nanqing Kingdom are too busy to take care of themselves, otherwise they would not let people like Wang Mazi go.

Knowing the general situation, Fang Han thought quickly in his mind.

He was originally vacillating between returning to the sect and escaping from the world, and now he is even more in a dilemma.

Obviously, the flames of the Great War between Righteousness and Demons are about to reach Nanqing, and he will not be able to survive alone, unless he flees overseas or finds a hidden spiritual place to open up a cave.

However, Nanqing Kingdom is located at the border of the Immortal Cultivation Realm in Lingyun Continent, and further south is the Wild Forest for millions of miles. On the other side of the Wild Forest is another Cultivation Realm of Immortal Continent, Tiannan Continent.

Fang Han is just a monk in the Qi training period, even if he was given ten guts, he would not dare to cross the wild forest.

Unless he can find the teleportation array, just when he was thinking.

"Fellow Daoist, I see that you are dressed as a casual cultivator."

"You are powerful, why don't you join our Demon Sect Alliance too." Wang Mazi observed Fang Han's expression and said suddenly.

"As long as you join the Demon Sect Alliance, you don't have to worry about training resources. With your strength, there is hope for foundation building in the future!"

"As long as you become a foundation-building cultivator, you will be the elder of the Demon Sect in the future. Who dares to disrespect you?"

Seeing Fang Han pondering, Wang Mazi was overjoyed, and continued to speak seductively.

On the other hand, the gentle woman and Captain Meng were pale.

If the immortal master in front of him agreed to be with Wang Mazi, how would they survive?
"Join the Demon Sect Alliance?" Fang Han had a strange look on his face.

"That's right, I'm here to introduce you!" Wang Mazi said excitedly, overjoyed.

"Go to the underworld to recommend!"

Fang Han's indifferent words changed Wang Mazi's complexion when he was just excited. Just as he was about to struggle, a sword-pointing sword pierced through his eyebrows.

Immediately there was no sound.

(End of this chapter)