In Yanxia City, the famous Guisha Pavilion Master Yan Zhi was still unaware that Master Cheng, who was far away at the headquarters, had died. He was holding the woman in his arms and having a deep conversation.

While sweating and screaming, he had no idea that a sudden catastrophe had already befallen him.

On a dark and windy night, a group of unknown people sneaked into the branch pavilion like ghosts. They acted quickly and ruthlessly, and launched a bloody killing without mercy. For a while, shouts and screams resounded throughout the branch pavilion, with flames rising to the sky and thick smoke billowing.

In just one night, the once magnificent branch pavilion was almost razed to the ground. The pavilions and towers were reduced to ruins, with broken walls and broken walls everywhere. The former prosperity and majesty no longer existed.

What made Yan Zhi vomit blood was that the masters of the Ghost and Evil generations in the branch pavilion, as well as the candidates he carefully trained, could not escape this disaster. These people were the backbone of the pavilion on weekdays, but in the face of this sudden killing, they were so vulnerable. They were either slaughtered and died on the spot, or fought desperately and died of exhaustion. In short, no one was spared and was killed without a single piece of armor left.

Judging from the various signs left at the scene, this group of attackers obviously came with great resentment, and their purpose was very clear, which was to completely destroy the Guisha Pavilion and kill them all.

Yan Zhi couldn't understand who would dare to come to Guisha Pavilion to provoke them. Aren't they afraid of being remembered by Guisha Pavilion?

Just when death was approaching, he suddenly had an idea and a name suddenly popped into his mind.

It was her, Fu Ling'er, the number one target of the Ghost Demon Pavilion. It turned out that the person was so terrifying that she wanted to kill him before they even met!

God will kill me!

Yan Zhi felt his life slipping away in despair, as if time had frozen at this moment, and everything around him became silent. The thoughts, plans, and dreams that had been constantly churning in his mind were swept away by a sudden gust of wind and disappeared without a trace.

However, all the thoughts in his mind came to an abrupt end the moment he slowly closed his eyes.

Looking at the ruins, Fu Ling'er ordered her friends to search for spoils, while she and Wanqi Yuan worked quickly to slow down the barrier's collapse and try to delay the spread of the news, because they had to rush to the location of the next branch - Ancheng in the southern region.

She didn't want the Guisha Pavilion in Ancheng to get wind of the news and become defensive.

Soldiers are valuable and quick.

So, quarter of an hour later, all the friends came back to her happily, obviously having gained a lot.

As usual, the companions gave her all the alchemy and refining materials they had looted, and the rest of the spoils belonged to themselves.

Xiao Zi handed the full storage ring to Fu Ling'er,

"Sister Ling, here you go. There are a lot of materials in here that you can use. Please keep them carefully."

"Well, thank you, you have worked hard. Let's go into the space. We will go to the Southern Region now and try to eliminate the remaining two branches of Guisha Pavilion in the shortest time possible." As for the industries under Guisha Pavilion, Diwu Zhao might make some moves. The bulk of the profits are in the warehouse of Guisha Pavilion, so she would not fight for those small profits.

"Okay, let's go, Sister Ling."

A group of people appeared silently in the Guisha Pavilion branch in Ancheng, and there was another wanton fight, and again no one survived.

Some people died in their sleep, and some people did not fail to notice something strange, but their attention was not on the outside movements, and the result was tragic.

It turned out that a group of people were gambling in the disciple's residence at that time. It was difficult to notice the noise outside in the noisy atmosphere. Someone went out to drain the water and found something unusual, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

When he casually mentioned this back inside the house, the others sneered and didn't take it seriously.

The next moment, the noisy shouting continued. They all thought that this was the Guisha Pavilion and no one dared to cause trouble here.

As a result, the rivers of blood in front of and behind the houses and in every courtyard told it all.

Clean up the battlefield quickly, leave quickly, and rush to the location of the next branch of Guisha Pavilion - Piaomiao City in the Northern Region.

It was almost midnight when we arrived at Piaomiao City.

Fu Ling'er did not enter the city at midnight. After the fight today, her friends were already full of energy and spirits. But she and Wanqi Yuan, who had always been by her side, were on the road non-stop, fighting and then on the road again. The high-intensity exercise required the two to stop and replenish their energy.

Therefore, Fu Ling'er decided to wait until daybreak before entering the city. It just so happened that the two of them could rest for a few more days in the space and restore their mental state to its peak.

These few battles have made them and their friends significantly improve in both actual combat and cultivation. So strength can only be improved through continuous battles.

After dawn, Fu Ling'er and Wanqi Yuan entered Piaomiao City.

Piaomiao City, as the name suggests, is like a bright pearl, cleverly inlaid on the top of a towering mountain. This mysterious and ancient city is surrounded by layers of clouds and mist, as if isolated from the world. The lingering clouds and mist are sometimes as thick as cotton wool and sometimes as thin as gauze, adding a dreamlike atmosphere to the whole city. When the sun shines through the clouds, Piaomiao City will appear particularly spectacular and charming under the reflection of the golden light.

Sure enough, the whole city looked very ethereal, dreamy and beautiful in the clouds, like a palace in the sky.

When Fu Ling'er and Wanqi Yuan stepped into Piaomiao City, they were impressed by the exquisite environment of the city. However, their purpose of coming here was not to appreciate the beauty of the city, but to carry out a mission.

I found an inn in the city and stayed there until midnight, when it was another dark and windy night perfect for murder.

The branch pavilion master Zhao Tianqi did not sleep. He was communicating with his subordinates, but a group of people disrupted his mood. He was so angry that he rushed around like a locomotive.

The result of his recklessness was that he also went downstairs to find his little friend Yan Zhi.

Wanqi Yuan took a closer look and saw that the branch pavilion under the barrier had become a ruin. They had won a great victory again. He immediately ordered his friends to search the warehouse.

Soon, they returned with a full load, and everyone was as happy as a child. Fu Ling'er gave an order and headed for the last destination, Haiqing City in the Western Region.

The friends seemed to be energized, with high morale, striding into the space crack with their heads held high.

When they appeared again, they were already on the outskirts of Haiqing City.

However, at this time, the news that Guisha Pavilion was destroyed one after another had already reached the ears of Qiao Xi, the leader of the branch pavilion.