Fang Zong was very worried about Lin Qiaoyu's safety.
Lin Qiaoyu was Fang Zong's first spirit ghost, or rather, his first spirit ghost friend. With the teachings of the Drunken Swordsman, his relationship with Lin Qiaoyu could be described as both that of teacher and friend.
But some things really can't be rushed.
Ever since he saw the smog on Dongcheng Mountain, Fang Zong understood that this place had become a world of ghosts, and finding a spirit ghost would not be a matter of just one or two days.
It's even possible that they could search three feet into the ground and still not find Lin Qiaoyu.
Therefore, we must think of a solution.
Looking at the people coming and going on the mountain, Ninth Sister's face lit up with joy: "This place is like a village on earth, the leader must be an Iron Ghost!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong touched the hilt of Tang Hengdao Zhan Yue's sword.
The so-called Iron Demon refers to someone whose internal power has surpassed the evil spirit energy and reached a different level.
In the world of demons, this demonic energy is extremely cold and hard, called Cold Iron Demonic Energy. Compared to warriors, it is equivalent to a magic-level expert.
"Lin Qiaoyu's entire family was wiped out," Fang Zong sighed.
He was well aware of the consequences of such a ghost appearing, shook his head, and was a little worried that Lin Qiaoyu might go crazy and fight desperately.
"Let's go," Fang Zong said with a smile.
Ninth Sister's eyes widened immediately: "Are you really going to go up there directly?"
"If Lin Qiaoyu is dead, then we should avenge her. If she is not dead, then we should avenge her hometown. In any case, we have to go up there."
Fang Zong strode forward, his feet sinking into the ground. Even through his leather shoes, the ground felt a little cold, constantly reminding him of the terrifying ghost he had never seen before.
Even Iron Demon, who is on par with a master of magic, would find it difficult to capture him.
Ninth Sister reminded, "You still have to be careful. If Iron Ghost sees through your weakness, it's not like it doesn't have a way to deal with you."
"Don't worry, I'll definitely run away before they figure it out. It'll be even more fun if they can't figure it out."
Fang Zong hadn't intended to fight to the death, but suddenly paused, "Wait, when you were talking about the Holy Demon's Noble, who did you say that snake was?"
"Xiaoqing, didn't you hear me?"
【I didn't notice, okay?!】
Fang Zong pursed his lips and typed a text message: "I saw your sister running naked in Dongcheng Mountain."
He typed quickly, clicked send, and sent it to Bai Su.
Then, without hesitation, he added Bai Su to his communication blacklist.
Ninth Sister: "..."
You old rascal, you're so wicked!
You're leaving yourself a way out. If you can't beat them, you'll just bring the Nine Heavens Rebirth group over to gang up on them!
It's a demon fighting a ghost!
Ninth Sister looked at the ghostly figures on the mountain again, her eyes filled with pity.
These ghosts... are so pitiful.
"I am Linglongzi, a Taoist priest from Dongcheng Mountain. May I ask this benefactor, are you here to worship the gods or to fulfill a vow?"
Fang Zong had only taken a dozen or so steps uphill when a Taoist priest dressed in an ancient Taoist robe, made of hemp cloth, came running towards him on the mountain path.
The Taoist priest's toes touched the ground, and he seemed to glide across the grass, his movements agile, like a monkey.
Linglongzi stared at Fang Zong with covetous eyes and advised, "Whether you are worshipping the gods or fulfilling a vow, please come with me. I will make sure you leave satisfied. My Chongxu Temple on Dongcheng Mountain has eight stewards in charge of eight aspects of affairs: Guest, Inspector, Treasury, Accountant, Scripture, Classic, Hall, and Name. It is a first-class blessed land of immortals, and I will surely ensure that you can leave in peace and comfort after your arduous journey up the mountain."
To ride a crane and depart in peace? Or perhaps to ride a crane to the west!
Fang Zong noticed the other party's expression and clearly understood the other party's purpose in sending him up the mountain. He guessed that the little ghost was not qualified to eat people and that he was to be sent whole into the mouth of the big ghost.
So he smiled slightly and simply raised his hand.
"Slap!" A resounding slap!
"You're asking for death!" Linglongzi's face contorted with rage as she prepared to retaliate.
"Do you know who I am?!"
Suddenly, Fang Zong shouted loudly, startling Linglongzi.
Linglongzi's face twisted in pain, her eyes darting around wildly.
He was a newly awakened evil spirit, still caught up in the era of the living, and couldn't immediately guess Fang Zong's identity.
However, he quickly realized—
[Go to hell! I'm dead already, who cares who you are, you're just meat in the pot! Calling yourself king doesn't make you special!]
Gritting her teeth and rolling up her sleeves, Linglongzi was determined to teach Fang Zong a lesson. As long as he wasn't killed, whether he was missing an arm or a leg, he'd still be a living person's essence when sent to the ancestor's mouth. She was going to deal with Fang Zong!
But suddenly... "Smack!"
Another slap in the face.
Fang Zong, with his eyebrows raised and eyes blazing with arrogance, declared, "I am a member of the Nine Sons of the Yin-Yang Path, Zhao Changle, and I was sent by the Yin-Yang Path to find your boss! Don't mistake me for an ordinary living person; do you think you can eat me alive?!"
He then kicked her.
One kick: "Dongcheng Mountain is amazing!"
Second kick: "Little Dongcheng Mountain, a mere Iron Ghost, have you ever heard of the might of our Yin-Yang Road?"
The third kick: "The Yin-Yang Road has one king, two queens, and three princesses, and eighteen guardians enjoying themselves. Let me tell you, don't think that the Iron Ghosts are powerful. The Yin-Yang Road where I am located has one king, two queens, and three princesses, as well as my boss Zhao Changle, who is also the first guardian. They are all Iron Ghosts. Seven against one, do you think Dongcheng Mountain will be wiped out in a few minutes?"
Linglongzi had intended to resist, but upon hearing this, she shuddered and covered her head, saying, "Benefactor, no, Your Highness, I was wrong, Your Highness!"
"Now you know you were wrong?"
Fang Zong kicked again, took a breath, and said coldly, "I came here for no other reason than to hand over Lin Qiaoyu. Lin Qiaoyu is a friend of our Great Protector... Wait, you didn't kill Lin Qiaoyu, did you?"
His voice suddenly turned cold, and Fang Zong slowly drew his sword.
After thinking for a moment, I took out my phone, as if to call someone—no, I meant to call a ghost.
"No, no!" Linglongzi instinctively hugged Fang Zong's leg.
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong felt slightly relieved, but his words were still sharp: "Then bring her here, or else we'll be on the Yin-Yang Road..."
"No, don't worry, Your Highness!"
Without hesitation, Linglongzi whistled, and several light, floating figures immediately appeared on the mountain path. They looked down and carried bamboo cages over.
He said with a fawning smile, "Lin Qiaoyu is a descendant of my lineage. My ancestor said to hand her over to me. Of course, I am not a heartless ghost, and I haven't killed her yet."
Fang Zong nodded, quite 'gratified,' and placed his hand on the other person's shoulder.
At that moment, three little devils arrived and put down the bamboo cage.
Upon seeing Fang Zong, Lin Qiaoyu's eyes reddened slightly, and her pale face regained some color. She remained silent, stubbornly biting her lip.
"Injured?" Fang Zong observed Lin Qiaoyu's semi-transparent figure.
Lin Qiaoyu is now only at the level of a little devil.
"Are your injuries serious?" Fang Zong's voice turned cold.
Lin Qiaoyu nodded: "I was eaten, my hands and feet."
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong pressed down on Linglongzi's shoulder and snapped it in two!
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