Fan Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly, "If that's the case, then count me in." ”

A happy smile appeared on Qiao Chu's face.

"Is that true?"

"Nature." Fan Zhuo nodded, and then he looked at Jun Wuxie, "Xiao Xie is not an orphan of the Twelve Palaces, why should he be involved?" ”

Jun Wuxian raised his eyes faintly, "To go home." ”

Fan Zhuo was slightly stunned.

Jun Wuxian suddenly raised his hand, and a mist emerged from her fingertips, gradually enveloping her, forming a petite figure.

"Bah!!" Lord Baba, who had been lying quietly at Jun Wuxie's feet, stood up immediately after seeing the shadow, and a pair of eyes sparkled!

It smells so good!

"Ahh Don't bite me! As soon as the little white lotus appeared, the baa lord flew towards him, and the soft body was instantly thrown to the ground, only to see a fluffy baa lord was excitedly pounced on the little white lotus's body, and the wet little tongue licked the little white lotus's white and tender cheeks.

In an instant, Little White Lotus was scared to tears.

He felt the strong appetite that Baa-sama exuded for him!

The plant is a ring spirit, and its sensitivity to herbivorous creatures is still very high.

Fan Zhuo's eyes widened slightly, looking at the little white lotus who had been ravaged by the baating adult.

"The little evil spirit's ring spirit is a plant-based ring spirit." Qiao Chu said.

Fan Zhuo suddenly realized that the people of the Middle Three Realms knew how much the attraction of the plant-based ring spirit to the Twelve Palaces was, and the innocent plant-based ring spirit was enough to cause her to kill.

If you want to live, the only way to make yourself stronger than the Twelve Palaces is to make the Twelve Palaces no longer have the courage to peep at her ring spirit.

Fan Zhuo lowered his head and laughed, with a strong interest in his eyes.

"So, all the people in this room are going to be enemies of the Twelve Palaces?"

"Exactly." Hua Yu nodded.

"If that's the case, then take the treasure of the Evil Emperor and use it." As he spoke, Fan Zhuo took out a brocade bag from his waist and opened it, revealing a tattered leather map that was suddenly spread out on the table.

Judging from the drawing of that map, it turned out to be similar to the one in Qiao Chu's hands!

Fan Zhuo said: "When my parents went down to the end of the world together, my mother also drew a map of the tomb of the evil emperor behind her, and after my father returned to the twelve halls, he did not appear for a long time, and my mother noticed that something was wrong, so she cut off the map on her back and gave it to me to hide. Therefore, the map of the Evil Emperor's Mausoleum was incomplete from the beginning, because the people who entered the end of the world were not seven, but eight. ”

The last map of the Evil Emperor's Mausoleum is in the hands of Fan Zhuo.

Knowing this qiē surprised Qiao Chu and them.

"We found out before that there are people in Fenghua Academy who have a connection with the Twelve Halls, and the Twelve Halls gave those maps to the forces they cultivated in the Lower Three Realms, and the one in your hand was not given by the Twelve Palaces, so ...... Does your father still have one? After the purpose is the same, the flower ballad no longer has any scruples.

Fan Zhuo shook his head.

"My adoptive father has no contact with the Twelve Palaces, he knows my origin, and it is impossible for him to have contact with the Twelve Palaces, so if your news is not wrong, then there must be someone else in Fenghua Academy who has contacted the Twelve Palaces."

If it's not Brahman, then who will it be?

They had to re-sift through the ballads.