In fact, he has died several times, and the abundant life liquid in the inventory has been consumed in half a month.

Healing items are used over and over again.

Even so, he almost died in the dungeon. Apart from his strong foundation and good props (cloaks), luck also played a large part in surviving.

Fu Qingxuan didn't understand that he could use a more gentle method, such as resting for a few days after each instance to recharge his batteries, and the risk factor would be greatly reduced.

But Fu Qingyang seemed to be reincarnated, not giving himself a chance to breathe.

"I don't have time." Fu Qingyang said lightly.

Fu Jingxuan was too lazy to ask, and said, "You don't want to enter the gang dungeon again this year, get used to the realm of level 8, improve the skill proficiency of the domination stage, and try to pass the level next year. Let me tell you, the level 8 dungeon is for you. In other words, each of them has a casualty rate of more than 70%, and the death rate of the level 9 copy exceeds 90%. If you have no adventures, or no qualitative leap in swordsmanship, the peak of level 8 is your ruler. Of course, there is a swordsman's cloak With the blessing of the knife, you can fight with the master at the beginning of level 9."

Fu Qingyang ignored her sister's advice.

After injecting the original liquid of life, he opened the address book and dialed Yuanshi Tianzun's cell phone. Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off?

It's only one month's copy time, it should be mid-October...Fu Qingyang frowned, and then dialed Guan Ya's phone.

"Doo doo, doo doo, doo doo."

The phone was connected, but no one answered it. Just when Fu Qingyang was about to hang up the phone, the connection was finally made, but the voice that came from the loudspeaker was not Guan Ya's voice, but Aunt Fu Xue.

"Qing, Qingyang? Are you back?"

My aunt's voice was very nasal, and her tone was full of exhaustion.

Fu Qingyang didn't like this good aunt, and frowned slightly, "You came to Songhai? Well, I'm back, tell Guan Ya and Yuan Shi that I will return to Songhai tomorrow."

Just after he finished speaking, he heard sobbing from the phone.

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Then Fu Xue choked up: "Qingyang, Yuanshi has returned to the spirit realm!"

The marshal, with legs crossed and leaning against the back of the chair, was sitting elegantly and casually. He was lowering his head and fiddling with his mobile phone. Hearing the words from the speaker, she sat up straight.

Yuanshi Tianzun returned to the spirit realm? Died in the dungeon?

Even demigods were caught off guard when they heard the news. She has high hopes for Yuanshi Tianzun, thinking that he is a young genius who can hit the demigod realm.

Such a character has returned to the spirit realm?

She couldn't help looking at her useless younger brother. Fu Qingyang sat behind the desk like a withered sculpture, his face was as cold and expressionless as ever.

But the hand holding the mobile phone trembled slightly, trembling... These hands could hold all the swords in the world, but they couldn't hold the mobile phone anymore.

"Didn't you die in the dungeon?" As a demigod-level scout, Fu Qingxuan glanced away and saw something wrong from Fu Qingyang's emotions.

"Tell me the reason..." Fu Qingyang's words were almost squeezed out between his teeth, like the wind in midwinter.

Fu Qingxuan's eyes also narrowed.

Fu Xue sobbed and told him what had happened, from Elder Cai setting up a trap to kill Yuanshi Tianzun, to Yuanshi Tianzun's death in the trial meeting, to the mass withdrawal of grassroots official practitioners from the organization.

Fu Qingyang was expressionless throughout the whole process, but when he heard that Yuanshi Tianzun had disappeared, leaving no spirit body behind, panic finally appeared in his eyes, very panicked.

Fu Qingxuan calmly listened to her aunt's words, and then said: "This matter is not that simple. The past has no trace to attack the demigod, and led away the two leaders. You hit the eighth level on a whim in September, and I followed you into the spirit realm. Yuan Shi Knowing that there will be a murder, the safest way is to hide in the gang dungeon, but on October 1st to participate in the crab banquet... Everything is too coincidental, too seamless." JrNovels.com