"Today I only want Li Qingmian's life. Which of you wants to die with him?"
Fang Yuan flew like flying, passing through everyone in the court and arriving at the center of the battle group.
"Fang Yuan, what are you going to do?"
"As a dream master, are you trying to betray us?"
"Little thief, I have long seen your ambition!"
…
Many dream masters shouted and cursed.
They are all powerful among the five major forces. They can survive to this day because of their amazing methods and the protection of saints. In the past, any one of them was a powerful man guarding one side. The old mother of Tianshan who guarded Changli Dongtian was also impressive. Inside.
But at this time, they were clearly in conflict with each other, and in Fang Yuan's view, they were just weak chickens.
The reason why they were able to persevere during the siege was entirely due to the various artifacts and scrolls left over from the past, the saint's command from the center, and the fact that the besieging True Saint's True Essence was unwilling to pay the price.
"A bunch of useless things!"
He glanced sideways and strode forward.
Boom!
A scroll was torn apart, and the stream of light turned into thunder, which fell on him, making a sound like a bell.
Green smoke curled up, but the old Tianshan mother on the opposite side was stunned: "Impossible... This scroll of mine has sealed the full blow of a true spirit warrior!"
"court death!"
Fang Yuan suddenly took a few steps forward, grabbed it with his left hand, and immediately grabbed the old Tianshan mother by her neck, as if she were catching a chicken.
"Ah! What are you going to do?"
The magical power was broken. At this time, the old Tianshan mother lost her Taoist heart and screamed like a little girl.
"Revenge if you have a grudge, just take revenge if you have a grudge!"
Fang Yuan exerted slight force on his right hand, and a harsh sound of bone cracking was heard.
This former powerful dream master forced the supervisor to enter the Changli Cave Heaven. At this time, his neck was twisted into a strange arc, and he could not die anymore.
"escape!"
Seeing Fang Yuan slaughtering the powerful men as easily as killing a chicken, the remaining dream masters were all heartbroken and suddenly shouted loudly and fled in all directions.
Fang Yuan took a few steps forward and immediately intercepted the four saints.
"Fang Yuan! Don't make the same mistake again and again!"
Saint Guchen stood up and plucked the strings with his fingers, stimulating the surrounding vitality to form a blurry spiritual art, as beautiful as a dream, and turned into colorful butterflies flying around, guarding them tightly.
Dream masters can also practice martial arts and spiritual arts at the same time. This saint, like Lord Hidden Dragon, has reached the realm of true spirituality!
"I said before, anyone who stands in my way will die!"
Fang Yuan roared and flew out with his right fist: "Pangu Eagle Body! Chaos Divine Fist!"
Whoops!
The howling wind, the blazing fist wind, and the strong martial arts will immediately caused the remaining saint disciples to scream and roll out.
boom!
Like flames exploding, fire radiated from the wings of many agile butterflies, turning into ashes and scattering into the ground.
Saint Gu Chen was shocked, feeling Fang Yuan's strong murderous intention, and immediately stopped, not daring to continue taking action.
"You are the descendant of the old ghost Juexin, but do you know that he made a big mistake to begin with?!"
Li Qingmian stood up with a painting brush in hand, his expression was calm and unhurried, and he shouted questions high-spirited. He was indeed worthy of the saintly demeanor.
"I don't care who of you is right or wrong, I just know that my mentor has a deep blood feud and must avenge it!"
Fang Yuan nodded slightly, then a light flashed in his eyes, and a fist mark landed on the saint's chest.
boom!
Even the former saint who did not also cultivate other magical powers is no longer as powerful as before, and cannot even compare with the mighty Meng Dao.
The Demon-Suppressing Holy Pen suddenly let out a scream, his chest sunken, and his whole body flew out.
Snapped!
Fang Yuan stepped forward, took the paintbrush in Li Qingmian's hand, and flicked it with his fingers.
call out!
The stream of light flew, Li Qingmian's expression froze, and a blood hole appeared on his forehead.
After Shang Hou, another saint fell!
Fang Yuan breathed out fiercely, and the energy and blood in his body were masculine, like a sun, emitting scorching light, melting away all the remaining spiritual thoughts around him, and with a wave of his hand, he also collected the corpse.
Even if there are no relics, the corpse of a Holy Dream Master is still of great research value, even if it is deprived of the rules!
"Fang Yuan!"
The remaining dream masters' eyes were about to burst, and they really wanted to tear Fang Yuan into pieces.
But when Fang Yuan raised his eyes and looked around, all the eyes of hatred disappeared instantly, and almost no one dared to look at him.
"Ahem..."
Sage Gu Chen took a step forward: "It is a great kindness for you to settle your grudges with Li Qingmian! How about the rest?"
"Not so?"
Fang Yuan sighed and suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.
This kind of feeling is roughly the same as the feeling of having mastered a magical skill and going out to take revenge, only to find that the enemy has died of old age.
Li Qingmian, the leader of the Yuanchuhui and the Xian Sheng Dream Master, couldn't resist his punch. How long can the remaining Dream Masters live
In fact, surviving in this new Daqian world is the hell for dreamers, right
"Go and have a rest! Go and have a rest!"
Fang Yuan flicked his fingers twice, and the two seventh-level Void Saints fell down again, their breath cut off.
These are the last two powerful men of the Yuanchuhui. After they die, everything left has little to do with me.
He walked in front of the three great saints. At this time, these saints were out of character and did not dare to say anything more.
Even the powerful officials from the imperial court who were surrounded outside looked worried and took the initiative to get out of the way, allowing Fang Yuan to leave.
Even though they were both true saints, Fang Yuan, with Pangu's eagle body fully deployed, only brought them endless fear.
"time to go!"
A great revenge has been avenged. At this time, everything is complicated, and Fang Yuan is in urgent need of a quiet place where he can sort out today's gains and losses.
In the blink of an eye, his figure flashed and disappeared into the sky.
The remaining powerful men looked at each other in disbelief, and suddenly they cooperated in a tacit understanding and began to massacre the other dream masters.
An unequal pursuit and escape battle breaks out immediately!
The originally aloof Dream Master now completely turned into a weakling and a prey, falling all the way and spilling his blood in the sky.
And this kind of chaos will continue to spread outwards with Yujing City as the center, and eventually spread to the entire world.
…
"It's... such a long day and night!"
Fang Yuan stood straight and started running wildly after walking out of Yujing's tight siege.
Even though most of the Dream Master's abilities were disabled, he was still a true sage of martial arts. At this time, he was flying like flying, with a step of a hundred feet, and traveled thousands of miles in a short period of time. He randomly found a deserted mountain and took shelter in a cave. In the middle, he sealed the entrance of the cave and arranged some breath-containing techniques.
"Huh..."
It wasn't until he finished all this that he let out a sigh of relief and sat down softly on the ground, with a crackling sound coming from his body.
Even he, after a series of battles and being plundered on the road, is actually at the end of his strength. If the remaining powerful officials of the court are bent on intercepting him, they may not be able to leave Yujing alive today!
But fortunately, Fang Yuan's performance still scared those with evil intentions.
After all, no one is willing to sacrifice themselves to test his depth.
If those dreamers were smart, a few of them would probably survive.
"The imperial court...Dream Master...it's really a loss-lose situation for both sides. Of course, Dream Master is truly defeated this time, completely defeated."
Fang Yuan closed his eyes and entered a deep state of breath control.
…
This is deep chaos.
Many dark cyan air currents surged, boiled and swept around, flowing over and over again, and it was unknown how long they existed.
There is no light, no darkness, no sound, no touch.
Here is the nothingness of it all.
Boom!
Suddenly, a thunder and lightning flashed.
At the centermost point, a small flame suddenly spread.
Although this flame is weak, it emits the light of the heart in the many air currents, constantly illuminating the surroundings.
At the same time, along with thinking, the first thought also appeared.
"I!"
"Why me?"
"who I am?"
…
In the midst of constant thinking, many thoughts emerged, like fuel, making the flames grow stronger and the inner light shine wider and wider.
Finally, no matter how long it took, the flame trembled and he understood everything: "I am Fang Yuan!"
Boom!
The entire void shook, and as if enlightened, the flames directly transformed into a human form, exactly like the young Fang Yuan.
"I actually encountered the question of lost self and inner demon! It seems that the dream master's cultivation level was deprived this time, which really hurt me very seriously... Is this my sea of consciousness? Impossible, I am still a true saint after all. It’s not that hurt…”
But this space gave Fang Yuan an unusually familiar feeling.
He calmed down and looked carefully, and saw that the place was like a chicken, with holes appearing on the ground and in the void, like a broken house with air leakage from all sides.
Moreover, this shabby house is still very unstable. Outside, more torrents of chaos are sweeping across and invading, almost completely assimilating the place.
"It feels more and more familiar!"
Fang Yuan took two steps and suddenly kicked something under his feet.
He leaned over to pick it up and found that it was a long rusty iron rod, covered with dense copper rust and iron decay, and it was unknown how many years of vicissitudes it had gone through.
"This is... a mountain sword?!"
Fang Yuan looked at the long bar and was shocked: "This... is my real dream!!!"
He was not surprised that this dream had become so ruined, but he was surprised that this real dream could still exist!
"impossible!"
Fang Yuan gritted his teeth: "The world of inner demons has taken away the way of the dream master. The real dream after the virtual saint is the foundation of manifestation, and it is the seed of the future blessed land and cave! Even the saint can't keep it!"
"unless… "
His expression changed and he started exploring again.
At this time, the real dream world has declined to the extreme, with only a range of less than three feet.
The original Eight-Sword Sword Formation has naturally disappeared without a trace, but Fang Yuan found several other rusty long swords. At this time, they had no spirit and seemed to be broken at the touch of a touch. It was terrible to see.
"This is really my dream. Even if it reaches this point, it can still exist!"
Fang Yuan's face was full of joy. He found the stone statue of Elder Jiyin in a corner. He immediately had no doubts anymore and his expression changed: "Get out!"