Soon, Yuan Wenhuan, Shang Qingyun and Jiang Huaian led their men to quickly leave the Huanmeng Forest and flew towards Qianyuan City.

You An looked out of the Dream Forest and said with regret,

"What? I haven't had enough fun yet. Why are you leaving?"

"Alright, alright, why don't you just leave? Sit down and take a rest," Yan Ning said unhappily. He's so old and still playing this game.

Fu Ling'er, who was being missed by others, was sitting in the restaurant and suddenly sneezed several times.

"Who is missing me again? He keeps talking about me."

"Hehe, apart from those who have a grudge against Sister Ling, who else would care about Sister Ling?" Xuan Chen couldn't help but mutter.

"That's definitely the Ghost Demon Pavilion. Sister Ling, let's go and take down the Ghost Demon Pavilion tonight, okay? Brother Xuanchen and I have already gotten a rough idea of ​​the structure of the Ghost Demon Pavilion and the strength levels and numbers of its subordinates."

"Yes, yes, yes, everything is ready except for the east wind," Xiao Zi nodded hurriedly. He had long wanted to destroy the Guisha Pavilion.

"Since you have already grasped the situation, let's do it tonight. It's dark and windy at night, it's a good time to kill people and rob," Fu Ling'er made the decision. She had been in Hucheng for several days and had a plan in mind. She was just waiting for a good opportunity.

Early this morning, she knew that Cheng Fangyuan and his men had hurriedly left the city, and did not return exhausted to the Cheng family mansion in Lake City until just before dusk.

Cheng Fangyuan, and even the entire Guisha Pavilion, might be exhausted physically and mentally, so the defense might be negligent, and then they would descend from the sky, like gods descending to the earth, and send them all to hell and see Ye Jiyun.

Ye Jiyun: "Thank you for giving me another performance boost!"

"Yuan, what do you think?" Fu Ling'er turned to Wanqi Yuan and asked him to help analyze it.

"I think it's okay. Just do as Xiao Zi said and we can catch them all tonight."

So, that night, when the moon was about to set, Fu Ling'er and Wanqi Yuan changed their clothes and successfully crossed the towering wall of Guisha Pavilion.

As soon as Fu Ling'er entered the Ghost Demon Pavilion, she summoned all her friends in the space. They were already eager to fight.

At this moment, a roar of anger suddenly rang out from the originally silent Ghost Demon Pavilion.

"Who are you? How dare you break into my Ghost Demon Pavilion in the middle of the night? Are you really tired of living?" This voice exploded in the air like thunder. It was Cheng Fangyuan who first noticed the aura of the stranger. Knowing that the visitor was not friendly, he immediately shouted. People also appeared in the place where the strange aura was.

However, as soon as he stood still, he was responded to not by words, but by a sharp sword energy flashing with a cold light. Fu Ling'er, holding the God-killing Sword, approached Cheng Fangyuan like a ghost. Her eyes were cold, without any mercy, and she chopped Cheng Fangyuan's neck with the God-killing Sword in her hand without hesitation.

Cheng Fangyuan's eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils trembled. At that critical moment, he lowered his head suddenly, relying on the sharp intuition and instinctive reaction cultivated by years of life and death experience.

With a whoosh, a sharp sword energy whizzed past, passing close to his scalp, bringing a gust of cool wind and ruffling his hair. If he had been even a fraction slower, he would have been beheaded by now.

However, the crisis was not resolved. In a flash, Cheng Fangyuan's face, which was originally calm, turned red as blood, and veins on his forehead bulged out, like hideous earthworms crawling all over his forehead. He clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulged high, and he was obviously trying his best to resist some powerful force.

When the sound of fighting was heard in the Guisha Pavilion, the killers hiding in the dark rushed out one after another, and soon hundreds of practitioners poured out of the Guisha Pavilion.

But what’s the use of having more people?

Fu Ling'er and Wanqi Yuan cooperated well, supported each other, and never dragged their feet in their actions.

Once you strike, there will be blood.

In an instant, Fu Ling'er, Wanqi Yuan and their friends gained the upper hand, and no matter how they resisted, it was useless.

In the fierce battle, more than half an hour passed quietly. At this time, the Ghost Demon Pavilion had long lost its former glory and was replaced by a ruin.

The magnificent building with its carved beams and painted rafters had been destroyed by Fu Ling'er and others, and had now turned into a devastated ruin.

The broken walls were covered with deep and shallow cracks, like hideous wounds, telling the cruelty of the battle. Even the towering pavilion not far away was shaky at the moment and could collapse at any time. The entire Ghost Demon Pavilion was filled with smoke and blood, which made people shudder.

Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, Fu Ling'er put away the Sword of the God-killing with an expressionless face. The blood on her face had not yet dried, making her look like a soul-catcher from hell.

After a moment, Fu Ling'er gave orders in a deep voice.

"Go and collect the spoils quickly, and leave as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, the friends scattered like birds and beasts, all going to collect the spoils.

Wanqi Yuan was not idle either. He placed the corpses, especially Cheng Fangyuan's, in the most conspicuous position in the square in the courtyard.

Upon seeing this, Fu Ling'er shot out a beam of red lotus fire from her fingertips. The sparks jumped and quickly cremated the corpses?

"Sister Ling, look, I found something good?" Xiao Zi ran over, picked up a magic weapon in his hand, and handed it to Fu Ling'er as if asking for credit.

"What treasure? Look how excited you are. Let me see it," Fu Ling'er took the magic weapon.

It turned out to be a hollow carved jade ornament. Looking at the carved patterns on it, she guessed that it should be used to ward off evil spirits in the house.

"How is it? Sister Ling, this carving is very beautiful, isn't it? I like it very much, so I exchanged it with Brother Xuanchen. Now this treasure is mine."

"So you like this carving? Well, if you like it, then keep it. Are you done with everything else? Are we leaving?"

"Here I come, Sister Ling."

When Fu Ling'er saw that all her friends had arrived, she sent them into the space.

Finally, Fu Ling'er and Wanqi Yuan looked at each other and realized that it was not advisable to stay here for long, so it would be better to leave here quickly.

The Ghost Demon Pavilion was destroyed overnight. Even the high-ranking Cheng Fangyuan was killed without a burial place? This news spread quickly like snowflakes. Everyone who heard about this was either surprised or happy, or just watched the development of the situation.

Fu Ling'er and Wanqi Yuan appeared in Yanxia City, thousands of miles away, where there was a branch of Guisha Pavilion. Because Yanxia City was the closest to the temple, the people Li Dachui brought to the lower world to kill her last time were all masters from this branch, so after Hucheng, Fu Ling'er's first target was Yanxia City.