Gao Ji was suddenly blocked by someone, and he slammed on the brakes, almost falling flat on his face.

"How dare you! Who dares to block your Grandpa Gao's way? You are looking for death," Gao Ji's eyes were fierce, and he was full of murderous aura. With a flash of inspiration, a long knife appeared in his hand, and he chopped Fu Ling'er fiercely.

Fu Ling'er responded with a cold look, and her body moved as fast as lightning, flashing straight towards Gao Ji.

"You..." Gao Ji only felt a flash of light passing before his eyes, followed by a slight pain in his neck. He subconsciously touched his neck, and his hands were covered in blood, and then a large amount of blood splashed out.

He he he was killed in seconds.

After falling to the ground, the last thought that flashed through my mind was that I really didn’t check the almanac before going out.

The men in black stared in amazement as their master was killed so easily in an instant. They were all stunned and their hearts trembled.

Suddenly, the look in his eyes when he looked at Fu Ling'er changed, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble involuntarily.

They…do they fight or flee?

However, before they could figure it out, their friends came running towards them like wild beasts out of a cage.

Wanqi Yuan also rushed into the battlefield. He wanted to find an opportunity to break through, so he had to fight non-stop.

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In the octagonal pavilion thousands of miles high in the sky, Youan stood by the fence, dancing excitedly and shouting,

"Beat him, beat him, attack him from below,"

"Good, good, this is a good move, without bloodshed."

Nan Ze and Wu Mo had the same look, standing straight with their arms folded, but their eyes never left Fu Ling'er.

Yan Ning leaned against the pavilion pillar, crossed his legs, and looked at the battle below with admiration.

After an incense stick of time, the battle below was over. Xiao Zi Lingyou and the others quickly cleaned up the battlefield. Soon, Fu Ling'er set a fire, and Gao Ji and the others disappeared without a trace.

Everyone set off again.

"Master Ling and the others are heading to the temple, right? Are they going to the Eighth Heaven?" Youan was still unsatisfied and it was still more interesting to watch Master Ling and the others fight.

"It's almost there. Come on, let's catch up," Yan Ning said.

"Okay! Watch me," Youan controlled the octagonal pavilion and chased after him.

Another half a month's journey passed. This time, Fu Ling'er and Wanqi Yuan intercepted a group of men in black near the temple.

The shabby outfit was exactly the same as Gao Ji's. That's right, it was Tang Yixin who came later.

The two of them didn't waste any time talking and just went for it. This time Tang Yixin recognized Fu Ling'er, her portrait was in the Ghost Demon Pavilion, and before coming out, he had looked at Fu Ling'er's portrait no less than ten times.

Gao Ji might have been blinded by the joy of finding Fu Ling'er and did not recognize her at the first moment. Or it might be that he died too quickly and did not have time to recognize her.

In short, he died with regret.

Although Tang Yixin recognized Fu Ling'er, it was of no use. He was no match for Fu Ling'er's Divine Emperor strength, and died only a little slower than Gao Ji.

The ending is so cruel.

This group of people is so brutal.

He regretted it, he wanted to go home, he wanted to return to his hometown.

But it doesn't matter, the Sword of Death is too brutal.

It only takes a moment to end the battle.

The companions cleaned up the battlefield, and then the fire started, and it was time to go.

The group happily climbed up to the temple. Fu Ling'er asked Xiao Zixuanchen to cooperate, and she took the opportunity to look through the registration book.

Very good, there are only two groups of people, Gao Ji and Tang Yixin, on the registration list within the past year. They should be the two groups they killed before.

Fu Ling'er nodded towards Wanqi Yuan and signed her name in the registration book with peace of mind. Wanqi Yuan signed his name shortly after, and the waiter stamped a God-Chasing Seal with a "dong dong dong".

The companions entered the space, and the two of them jumped into the unknown barrier cleanly.

"Oh no! Master Ling and that man have already left. Let's catch up quickly, or we won't be able to find them later," Youan urged anxiously.

"Okay, we will definitely arrive before Master Ling,"

After Yan Ning finished speaking, the four of them simultaneously input divine power into a totem in the center of the pavilion.

In an instant, the octagonal pavilion in the sky gradually became virtual, and soon it disappeared in the sky.

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The Eighth Heaven, the Cuiwei Peak Temple. At this moment, thousands of miles above the Cuiwei Peak, suddenly, a golden light flashed, and in a moment, an octagonal pavilion appeared faintly in the clouds.

"Oh! Okay, okay. We finally made it to Cuiwei Peak before the spiritual master arrived." Youan and the other three withdrew their divine power. This time they did not go to the temple. The four of them consumed a lot of divine power. He sat down on the bench exhausted and then let out a long breath.

The other three people's expressions were not much better. They also sat on the bench on the other side, silently reciting their mental methods to quickly recover their divine strength.

At this moment, two figures suddenly rushed out of the barrier of Cuiwei Peak. The barrier behind them seemed to have a hole in it, and soon it returned to its original state.

"It seems that we are becoming more and more adept at breaking into the barrier. I don't think it's that scary! Those people guarding outside the barrier should give it a try." Fu Ling'er looked back at the calm barrier and couldn't help but sigh.

"Haha, you'll die if you try it, Ling'er, aren't you afraid of being beaten for saying this?" Wanqi Yuan couldn't help laughing and made a rare joke.

"I'm just telling the truth. If you don't have this much courage, how can you be a god? Okay, let's stop talking and go!"

"Well, let's go."

The two quickly registered and left Cuiwei Peak.

The purpose of the two coming to the Eighth Heaven was to wipe out the Ghost Demon Pavilion. Therefore, they immediately rushed to Daming City, the nearest city under Cuiwei Peak.

The spaceship flew for four days and then stopped outside the gate of Daming City.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and pedestrians occasionally passed by on the road. The city gates were closed, with only a small door opened for people returning home at night to pass through.

The two walked into the city under the starlight and found an inn to stay in.

A dreamless night.

In the dim morning light, the warm sunshine shines on the earth, covering it with a golden dress.

In the inn, two people sleeping in each other's arms on the bed were awakened by a beam of sunlight shining in through the window.

"Awake? It's still early. Do you want to sleep a little longer?" Wanqi Yuan lay on his side with his palms spread out, blocking Fu Ling'er's eyes to prevent the sunlight from disturbing Ling'er who was half asleep and half awake.

"Let's not do that. We have things to do when we get up," Fu Ling'er grabbed the hand that was blocking the sunlight, put it against her cheek, and muttered as she tried to get up.

"Just let them check it out. You are not needed."

"Then you have to get up first," Fu Ling'er finally woken up this time. She jumped up, put on her clothes quickly, and urged him.

"You should get up soon too. Good morning." Fu Ling'er dressed neatly and pushed the door open and walked out.

"Wait, I'll be there soon," Wanqi Yuan jumped up quickly, washed up, and went out with smooth movements.