"Where are you going!"

With a sharp shout, Faxiang unleashed his Buddha palm.

"How is that possible! How could you know about the secret passage?"

The elder brother hurriedly cast a magical shield, asking in disbelief.

Wild Dog Taoist was also cornered, and said coldly, "Nonsense! There must be a traitor among us!"

"What!?"

While dealing with the elderly man's condition, he took a moment to turn around and look at his men.

"Sorry, Boss Nian, I'm an undercover agent."

One of his men shrugged, raised his hand and killed several of his underlings beside him, and said mockingly.

The elder brother pointed at his subordinate in astonishment: "Xiao Yi! You actually betrayed me!"

"First of all, I am a disciple of Qingyun."

Xiao Yi smiled faintly, his facial bones shifted slightly, and his features underwent a subtle change, transforming his cold and gloomy expression into one full of righteousness.

Secondly, you have disappointed me greatly.

"The Blood Refining Hall was renowned for its power, but after more than a decade of development under your leadership, it has failed to win over even a handful of Golden Core stage demonic cultivators."

"However, you are not entirely useless. At least you have let me know some of the secrets of the Demonic Cult."

"One last thing, my real name is Xiao Yicai."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yicai appeared behind Elder Nian like a ghost, his fingers gripping Elder Nian's neck and spine.

"You're the genius disciple of Dao Xuan, the sect leader of Qingyun Sect!!" The elder was stunned and speechless.

"To die at the hands of a great figure like you would not be a disgrace to the reputation of the Blood Refining Hall Master."

Xiao Yicai shook his head inwardly. How glorious the Blood Refining Hall was a thousand years ago! Now it's just a handful of cats and dogs, and even a late-stage Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator can become a hall master.

"Isn't this disgraceful to our reputation?" Xiao Yicai wanted to laugh.

Just as they were getting into a heated argument.

Youji and Biyao followed a secret passage and continued downwards.

It went on until the very end.

Ahead lay an endless abyss, like eternal night.

A sense of loneliness and desolation washes over you.

Deathly energy, demonic energy, resentment energy—too many sinister and malevolent energies, almost solidified into a tangible form.

“This is…” Biyao stared in astonishment at the abyss.

"The Abyss of the Dead! The legendary final resting place of the dead, the end of the mortal realm, the Abyss of the Dead, hiding countless secrets."

The voice did not come from You Ji, but from Murong Fu who was slowly walking up behind her.

"You were following us?"

Biyao stared intently at Murong Fu, her eyes blazing with tension, ready to strike.

“It wasn’t stalking,” Youji said with a sinister smile. “I deliberately lured him here.”

"Aunt You, we are going to be in the Abyss of the Dead..." Biyao didn't finish her sentence, but made a throat-slitting gesture.

You Ji made no attempt to conceal her murderous intent, her gaze fixed on Murong Fu as if he were already dead: "What does it matter if you are a genius or exceptionally talented? In the end, you cannot escape death."

"Really? Then how are you going to kill me?"

Murong Fu's voice seemed to come from near and far, and his figure flickered accordingly.

The next instant, he appeared behind Youji and grabbed her in a hug.

"How could this be!"

Youji was stunned. Her divine sense was on high alert, but she didn't realize when Murong Fu had disappeared.

She finally realized a reality: "You're not at the Foundation Establishment stage!"

“I have never said that I am in the Foundation Establishment stage. Just like you, one of the four great envoys of the Ghost King Sect, you are naturally not in the Foundation Establishment stage.”

The warm breeze brushed against Yu Ji's earlobes and neck, instantly flushing her fair skin.

It's not a feeling of attraction; it's a natural physiological reaction.

"Who exactly are you?"

Youji did not act rashly. This person was unfathomable. Her death was not the worst thing; the worst thing was that he would implicate the young lady.

"Qingyun Sect, Murong Fu."

Murong Fu said jokingly, "By the way, your heart is in turmoil, and your heart is beating very fast."

Her voice was so alluring that Youji was momentarily captivated and infatuated.

"Despicable! When did you drug me?"

Youji gritted her teeth, but her eyes revealed a deep, serene beauty.

"Does it matter? You want to kill me, while I'm just taking advantage of you. You've made a huge profit."

There's no need to be polite when dealing with demonic cult members.

Murong Fu understood this principle very well and put it into practice.

Biyao stared in disbelief.

It wasn't that she didn't want to escape, but that she couldn't move!

Imprisoned, unable to use any magic power, his whole body stiff, only his eyeballs could move.

Murong Fu lingered there, reluctant to leave, thoroughly enjoying himself.

a long time,

Murong Fu looked at the bewildered Biyao.

“Miss Biyao, as the eldest daughter of the Demonic Sect, it is perfectly reasonable for you to be bullied by me, a son of the righteous path. So I will not be polite.”

Murong Fu put his words into action and didn't hold back at all.

A song of fading peach blossoms, fallen autumn leaves, half a cup of wine, alone on a small boat, the moonlight cold…

Youji and Biyao were already heartbroken.

"If you cry again, I will kill you." Murong Fu's voice was very calm, so calm that it was devoid of any emotion.

The two women immediately stopped crying; they didn't want to die!

Much later.

Murong Fu stretched and showed a satisfied expression.

Confucius said, “Is it not a pleasure to review what you have learned and gain new insights?”