So everyone followed, and when they arrived, it turned out to be a master-level master from a demon sect family. After a fierce battle, he killed the opponent.

Everyone returned victorious.

The cripple Hong Er reported online and led a coordinated attack to kill him. He got the lion's share of the merit and was divided among the others.

Although there are few, mosquito legs are also meat, so it’s better than having nothing, right?

This also attracted a lot of envious eyes.

The three Hanjian Mountain disciples met with their fellow disciples in the evening. When they talked about Mr. Fang's great achievements and Mr. Fang's bloody feud, everyone was immediately in awe.

It turns out... they are all fallen people from the end of the world.

Mr. Fang and I share the same sickness and hatred.

No wonder Mr. Fang is so awesome!

In an instant, the sense of recognition, admiration, and various sighs and empathy merged together... Mr. Fang's prestige was even higher.

…

The strength of the southeast guarding the main hall has been comprehensively enhanced, and the battle with the Demon Cult monsters has become more crushing; as long as they are discovered, they will basically not run away.

Good news spread frequently from the seventeen southeastern continents.

However, there has never been any news about Night Demon, who is the top priority.

How can the Night Stalker not be caught?!

Therefore, Southeast's severe crackdown has never relaxed and is always operating under high pressure. And it is becoming more and more brutal! It is becoming more and more meticulous!

Because Master Jiu's order has not been revoked.

I will never give up until I catch the Night Stalker.

More than 10,000 disciples of the major families of the Wealthy Orthodox Church came to experience, and some of them were constantly being killed.

More than 70% of them have been killed now.

And it's still going on.

At the entrance of the headquarters of the Orthodox Church, a group of women gradually came to kneel, begging to end this trial. They couldn't be driven away no matter how hard they tried. Slowly, more and more people were kneeling, and it gradually grew to a large scale...

Tens of thousands of people kneel there every day.

The Orthodox Church headquarters finally lost its composure.

If this continues, everyone will really be killed.

So Vice Chief Master Yan finally decided to accept it in advance.

Let these experienced disciples come back.

As soon as this order came out, all the big families whose children were still alive breathed a sigh of relief. They also sent gifts one after another, urging the acceptance team to leave as soon as possible.

It’s best to start today, complete the inspection and acceptance tomorrow, and have the children come back the day after tomorrow.

Under such urging from top to bottom, the acceptance team worked all day and night and immediately dispersed.

…

At the headquarters, Vice Chief Master Yan looked at the people sent by Dongfang Sansan to deliver the amethyst.

Well, the share has arrived.

Vice Chief Master Yan's eyes were beating hard.

"May I have your name?"

"I am the guardian of Yan Jundi, Yang Luoyu." Yang Luoyu is neither humble nor arrogant.

"Hey, is the cloud weapon spectrum ranked 45th?"

Yan Nan smiled: "Yan Jundi?"

"yes."

Yan Nan thought for a moment, smiled, and said: "As a body made of warm and clear white jade, I can sing the two worlds to summon the souls of the dead. I am not a performer in the world of mortals, but I am a ferryman in the underworld."

It is exactly the comment poem of Yang Luoyu's weapon manual in the cloud.

Yan Nan smiled lightly: "I have admired your name for a long time."

Yang Luoyu stood upright and replied: "I am so honored and favored."

"How much is the share this time? Although it is only 10%, there should be a lot of amethyst mines that can produce amethyst souls, right?"

Yan Nan smiled.

"Yes, quite a bit."

"Take it out and take a look."

Yang Luoyu agreed and touched the ring on the space with his finger.

There was a crash, and a large pile of amethyst appeared.

Yan Nan's expression changed.

Not too much, but...a little less.

"Is this the share Dongfang Sansan gives me? The 10% I want... is just 20,000 pieces of amethyst?"

Vice Chief Master Yan checked it and then stared.

He felt like he was at a loss.

After planning for so long, the Balrog went out and nine volcanoes erupted. With such a huge momentum, the Balrog was slashed twenty-five times by Xue Fuxiao, and he is still lying in pieces...

In exchange for 20,000 pieces of amethyst as a fig leaf?

All the major benefits were taken away by Dongfang Sansan.

Yan Nan felt as if she had made a wedding dress for someone.

And he also gave the other party an excuse to massacre his training disciples.

This is almost going to kill them all.

"This is a list of things mined every day. It only lasted half a month and then it was gone."

Yang Luoyu handed over a piece of paper.

It is clearly recorded above.

"It was 120,000 on the first day, but 30,000 on the second day?" Yan Nan asked depressedly.

"The first day was naturally fast because it was very concentrated. From the afternoon of the second day onwards, I had to search everywhere."

Yang Luoyu said: "Actually, the top-grade amethyst only costs 185,000 yuan. The others are a lot of high-grade, medium-grade, and low-grade. Later, basically all of them are low-grade. There are thousands of them.

As much as 10,000 yuan.”

"But Master Jiu said that all the 10% given to Vice-Chief Yan will be replaced by top-quality ones. Vice-Chief Yan will not want those low-grade things. Taking them is an insult."

"So, I collected 20,000 top-notch products and sent them to Vice Chief Yan."

Anyway, no one from the Orthodox Church went down to watch the mining. It’s all up to you. You can say whatever you like.

"In addition, there is a letter written specifically for you by Master Jiu."

Yang Luoyu took out a letter from his arms, bowed and handed it over with both hands.

Bowing is not to respect Yan Nan, but to respect the person who wrote this letter.

Yan Nan snorted, waved, and the letter fell into his hand. He opened it and looked at it. Dongfang Sansan's words in it were very polite, and he gave a detailed explanation of the mining, and emphasized that: This mining is Ningxue.

The sword and the love-cutting sword are personally responsible.

It means that even if you can't trust me, you should still trust them, right?

With their reputation in the world, they would never be able to do something like that. These two people have very good personalities!

Yan Nan felt sulky.

What kind of relationship do I have with them? Why should I trust them? Are they wearing the same pants as you? Do you think I don’t know?

This Dongfang Sansan actually used his reputation and character to speak for himself.

What a shitty character! You have never done anything like this to me!

In particular, at the end of the letter, Dongfang Sansan mentioned something, which attracted the great attention of Vice Chief Yan.

In the letter, Dongfang Sansan suggested that the two sides hold a friendly competition for the youth generation, and proposed that each side would provide prizes.

Generous rewards will be given to the winners.

And it is also specifically explained that the competition can be divided into several levels; they can be Wuhou, King level, and Emperor level.

Then he deliberately explained humbly that this was an opportunity for the geniuses on the Guardian side to practice and see their opponents clearly.

It also gives the geniuses of Solipsism an opportunity to understand their opponents.

It is also an opportunity to train with each other.
To be continued...