"When you see evil spirits on the road, kill them with your sword?"
The plague guard almost wanted to vomit blood after hearing Fang Yuan's words.
Seeing Fang Yuan's strength, he had almost determined in his heart that Fang Yuan must have been sent by the enemies of Jiuchongtian. Maybe he had been staring at him for a long time before he came to kill him. But the key point is that he is in this line of work. , I keep it secret from others, how could someone stare at me? And with Jiuchongtian’s dominant position, who dares to be Jiuchongtian’s opponent
It was these thoughts that forced him to come up with an idea that made him laugh and cry...
When the other party said that sentence, his expression was calm and his eyes were magnanimous. And at this time, he really didn't need to tell any more lies. In other words, the person in front of him actually thought that he was a monster. Except
This is simply ridiculous...
The men of the Nine Heavenly Plague Tribe, who are sitting on one side and arrogantly looking at the eight wastelands, would actually come to their door because a few mortals were killed
"You...you don't know what you are doing?"
The Plague Guard was shocked and angry, his eyes were blood-red, and he started to drink hysterically. He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of black blood. At the same time, he held up a strange seal in his right hand, which was held by Fang. Yuan clamped the black flying sword with his two fingers, and released a trail of dense black smoke, as if it came to life, and suddenly turned around like a poisonous snake, and bit into Fang Yuan's neck.
"Rotten Bone Dragon, come out..."
At the same time, behind Fang Yuan, a low shout sounded, and the ground suddenly rumbled and shattered. Three giant pythons that were dozens of feet long and as thick as millstones pierced through the ground and came out. What was even more terrifying was that , those giant pythons, rotting all over their bodies, exposing their bones, and the rotten smell was piercing the ears and eyes, flew in three directions, and strangled towards Fang Yuan.
At the same time, on the head of the giant python behind Fang Yuan, an old man in gray robe appeared silently. He was holding a small blood-red flag. On the flag, there was a bloody light. The lingering has been activated by him and filled the air!
The dark wind howled and there was chaos.
The billowing smelly black smoke filled the air, almost covering Fang Yuan's figure.
But facing this front and back attack, Fang Yuan remained expressionless and didn't even move, he just frowned.
The next moment, a green mist suddenly swirled around him. The black flying sword held by the Plague Guard between his two fingers was the most vicious and ferocious. It seemed inconspicuous, but in fact It was a natal flying sword that had been refined with evil methods for decades, but before it could explode with ferocious power, a green mist had already swirled up and wrapped around the sword.
Then Fang Yuan held the sword behind his back and slashed towards the surroundings!
"Shua..."
A black sword light flashed through the void, and then the three fierce and terrifying rotten bone dragons froze on the spot. After that, they turned into pieces, and then slowly turned into black. The mist is scattered in the void...
The old man in gray robe, standing on top of the python's head and holding a blood-red flag, had already forced out the blood light on the flag and came towards Fang Yuan, but under the impact of the sword energy, the blood light was bounced away. On his body, the shocked old man roared and retreated quickly, but before taking a few steps back, after the blood light wrapped around him, his body had already begun to rot, and pools of blood flowed out...
The blood light was indeed powerful. In one fell swoop, the body and soul were all gone.
"Is practicing this evil method useful?"
Fang Yuan held the black flying sword upside down in his hand, shook it slightly, and the sword energy swayed, scattering the dirty blood and black smoke around him.
He was very clean by nature and did not want his robe to be stained by such filth.
"How could my natal flying sword..."
When the Plague Guard saw this scene, his eyes were already filled with despair. He couldn't understand why the flying sword that he was so connected to was casually held in someone's hand and used as a weapon. Why is my mind completely cut off
The green mist that enveloped the flying sword was clearly like the elixir light of a Zadan monk, but how could it have such power
"I will fight with you..."
Although he couldn't figure out how the other party controlled his flying sword, he was sure of one thing. He didn't have the strength to fight Fang Yuan head-on, so he had already seen Fang Yuan killing people with his own flying sword. At that moment, he suddenly took off the lid of the black gourd, thinking that even if his cultivation level was damaged, Fang Yuan would be buried with him.
The lid of the gourd has been opened, revealing some kind of sinister light inside...
But the next moment, the gourd lid was put back on again!
The Plague Guard was stunned for a moment, then saw Fang Yuan already in front of him, grabbing his hand and covering the gourd again.
"How could it be so fast?"
He couldn't help but be shocked. Looking at Fang Yuan's indifferent eyes, he suddenly felt cold all over his body. He hurriedly let go of the gourd, jumped out with his arms spread out, and a black curved handle appeared in both hands. The sword, with all its magic power rushing out like it was life-threatening, was about to step forward and slash it out, but before the sword could be lifted, something suddenly felt wrong, and it was unable to use any strength.
Only then did he feel wetness in his throat.
It turns out that when the green-robed monk got close to me just now, he cut his own throat with a sword...
But is it just the throat
He suddenly felt a little cold on the back of his neck...
Just when he realized this problem, he felt the world was spinning, and his own body holding knives in both hands appeared in his field of vision.
There is no head on the neck of that body.
"When did he draw the sword?"
Even if his head is beheaded, the Golden Core cultivator can still maintain his complete consciousness. This is the case for the Plague Guard. He first thought about a question that was somewhat unclear, and then suddenly realized it. Above his head, suddenly A golden light flew out and fled into the distance. This was his soul. He wanted to escape and tell Ji Laoxian what happened here.
But before this ray of golden light could escape far, it was suddenly held by a hand.
Originally, it was impossible to capture the soul, but this is where the fighting skills of the golden elixir monks are so powerful. Even if you are strong and can kill your opponent, it will be difficult to prevent the opponent's soul from escaping, because the soul is an intangible thing and extremely difficult to capture. It is difficult to detect and extremely difficult to capture. It is even said that if the cultivation level is three or four levels higher than the opponent, it is almost impossible to capture the soul of a low-level Jindan monk.
Unless a magic circle is set up in advance or there is some powerful magic weapon, it can only be done.
But the palm that reached over was covered with a layer of green aura, and there was actually a kind of meaning that permeated the world, making the soul guarding the plague department unable to escape even if it wanted to, and it seemed like it was effortless. He held him in the palm of his hand.
"Purple Pill monk?"
"This must be the Zidan monk?"
"If it weren't for the Purple Pill cultivator, how could it be possible to capture his soul..."
The spirit guarding the Plague Department struggled in Fang Yuan's palm, sending out a series of frightening and angry thoughts: "Great Immortal, spare your life..."
"You have cut off my physical body, do you want to cut off my soul as well?"
"Please ask the Great Immortal to give me a glimmer of hope for reincarnation?"
“…”
“…”
Fang Yuan felt the spiritual thoughts emanating from this soul and frowned: "It is an unforgivable sin to use a human to refine plague!"
After saying that, he exerted force with his palms, and the soul was immediately crushed to pieces.
"Why?"
Before this spirit dissipated, the only thought he had was: "There is no life-or-death hatred, so why don't you even give me a chance to reincarnate?"
"Escape..."
"Hurry... the guard has been killed, run away..."
At this moment, the remaining people in the Plague Division camp were frightened and fled in all directions.
“To eliminate evil, we need to get rid of the root cause to avoid endless troubles!”
Fang Yuan glanced around and saw the green robe flying out.
His movement was like lightning, covered by a green mist, moving around and turning in an uncertain manner. All the black-armored soldiers who were running around were caught up by him and beheaded. Then they turned around and came back to the camp. , wandering around, only to see that there were many concubines, cooks, and servants here. They were all running around as if they had lost their souls, so they also walked around with their swords and killed them all.
It was not until the end that there was no living creature in this large camp, and then they walked in front of the palace.
Just before the palace, the black gourd was still standing on the ground. Fang Yuan looked at it and secretly thought about what to do with it.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt something in his heart and turned around to fly over.
Arriving at the back of the palace, he waved his sleeves to brush aside a layer of weeds, and saw a little girl in a gray robe with hair as gray as dead grass huddled inside. She trembled, looked at Fang Yuan in fear, and cried: "Big Brother, big brother, don’t kill me..."
While she was crying like this, the palm hidden behind her back secretly held an iron cylinder.
But Fang Yuan just brushed it away with one sleeve, and the little girl's body suddenly stiffened.
The tyrannical magic power shook into the sea of consciousness, and the soul immediately dispersed.
Behind her body, the black iron cylinder quietly landed on the ground, already filled with some mana.
Her last dull eyes seemed to be a little confused: "What's wrong with my performance?"
Fang Yuan returned to the front of the palace, looked at the black gourd again, and knew that there must be some weird things hidden inside, otherwise the Plague Guard would not have thought of using it to fight him. If it were an ordinary evil It's okay to break it directly, but if this gourd is broken and the contents inside spill out, I'm afraid it will be a serious disaster in the world.
So when he finally thought about it, he waved his sleeves, put the gourd away, and then flew up.
In mid-air, he looked at the lifeless Plague Camp, and he blew it out in one breath. The camp below immediately ignited with blazing flames, burning everything into ashes, and then Then he flew towards the north...
After returning to his cave, he collected all the magic weapons, books and other items, destroyed the cave, and then hugged the white cat who had occupied his futon and slept for a few days. He still didn't know what happened. Soaring into the clouds again, he flew to the tribe that he had made an appointment with the master of Zixiao Cave, only to see that the people in the tribe were running back and forth, in a hurry, and their things had not been packed away.
Zixiao Cave Master, who was drinking tea in the pavilion, saw Fang Yuan and said with a smile, "You came back so soon?"
Fang Yuan put his head down and said with a smile, "It's just a matter of packing some things. How much time will it take?"
(End of chapter)