Those three Ninth Layer Heavenly cultivators, plus Immortal Ji Lao, are naturally not ordinary people.
They are all famous ancestor-level monsters who sit in the Nine Heavens and guard one side.
Not only has everyone's cultivation reached the peak of Nascent Soul, but they also have their own unique plans. Some are good at refining plague seeds, some are good at making disease aura, some are good at refining poison, and some are good at controlling evil spirits. It can be said that even in the entire cultivation world, the four of them are notorious and intimidating beings in all directions. No one wants to be their enemy and would rather stay away.
Especially the evil soldiers created by the four of them are regarded as nightmares by every immortal sect.
Their reputation has even surpassed that of some of the immortal generals, emperors, and princesses in Jiuzhongtian who truly possess great supernatural powers. It is because they are difficult to deal with and because their methods are too weird. But now, they are suddenly as weak as Ant…
"Whew..."
A sword light flew past, and heads flew up.
The three of them were among them, and they looked no different from the other heads. The Nascent Soul was all crushed to pieces by the sword energy.
"Escape..."
This scene shocked the surrounding cultivators to the point of fear, and the last trace of fighting spirit disappeared.
As a result, there was chaos in the surrounding void, and the cultivators no longer had the slightest intention to fight. They just wanted to run away from the battlefield with their heads in their hands.
Under the coercion of the old deacon of Wangqing Island, the great generals, as well as Guan Ao, Suan Ni, and the arrogant dragon, these assassins had long been in chaos, unable to escape, and had no intention of forming another group. No matter what the formation, they could only form into several groups, with bitter water in their throats, mechanically supporting themselves in front of the slaughter. Now, they didn't even have the strength to support themselves.
At this moment, Fang Yuan's body suddenly moved like a line.
Beside him, a sword light was as agile as a snake, swimming rapidly in the void, appearing and disappearing.
Wherever the sword light passed, no matter whether it was an elder of the family, a sect's immortal master, a strange assassin, or a general of hundreds of wars, everyone was as if they were made of paper. Before they could react, their heads were flying up and rolling. Swinging, falling in pieces...
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Kill, kill, kill in chaos.
Heads were rolling on the ground, and blood was pouring!
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The sword energy is flowing freely and the fire is soaring into the sky!
"Go quickly, we can definitely open a gap..."
Among the crowd, there was an old man in black robes. His cultivation level was obviously higher than the others. He was brave and good at fighting. He rushed out of the crowd, then hibernated, and wanted to take advantage of the chaotic crowd to reach the edge of the fire wall first. , find a way to escape.
"Meow!"
But just as he rushed to the edge of the fire wall, he heard a meow.
In shock, he turned his head and saw the white cat that he had been chasing.
At this time, he was standing on a bluestone rock, looking at him fiercely, and there seemed to be sarcasm in his eyes.
"Even you, a beast, want to look down on me?"
The old man in black robe was furious, he raised a magic spear, spread out layers of ice, and rolled it towards the white cat.
The white cat jumped to the side and managed to avoid the sharp spear. The old man in black robe continued to hide, intending to escape, but the white cat actually followed him again, chasing him while shouting, like He was calling Fang Yuan to come and avenge himself.
"Are you so vindictive?"
The old man in black robe was anxious and angry.
But the white cat is very cunning. If you hit it, it will run away. If you don't hit it, it will follow. There is nothing you can do about it.
"Um?"
The white cat's voice was easy to distinguish, and Fang Yuan heard it in the chaos.
Looking down, he saw the white cat with a look of hatred on his face, raising his paw and pointing straight at the old man in black robe. He immediately understood in his heart, raised his hand and struck out the three or four Nascent Souls around him with a sword, and then His big sleeves were fluttering, and he flew down on the Suzaku Thunder Spirit.
"How can a child be so cruel? I will fight with you..."
Seeing that he couldn't dodge, the old man in black robe was frightened and angry. He opened his spear and struck hard at the door facing Fang Yuan.
"Wow..."
This spear condensed endless icy air, freezing the place where the spear passed by a huge ice wall hundreds of feet long. I don't know how many scattered immortal soldiers who escaped but could not fall were hit by the cold air of his spear. Sealed inside, his face was ferocious and frightened, extremely clear.
"There are actually such masters?"
Fang Yuan's expression was slightly cold, and his figure was swaying.
The Suzaku under his feet rushed out, instantly evaporating the boundless ice wall into water vapor and dissipating it invisible.
Fang Yuan himself swayed and went to the white cat. He picked it up and put it on his shoulder. Then he turned around, just in time when the old man in black robe had concentrated his magic power and stabbed it straight at him. It was so heavy that it seemed to tear the void into a crack, but Fang Yuan just turned his head slightly and stabbed an empty space with this spear, then raised his left hand and grabbed it forward.
The old man in black robe shot his gun into the air. He was panicking. Facing the claw, he instantly thought of hundreds of ways to avoid it. Each one was extremely sophisticated, but he couldn't even use any of them. Then Fang Yuan grabbed his neck.
The reason is very simple, that grab was too fast.
Holding his neck, Fang Yuan pulled him to him.
"Meow… "
When the white cat on the shoulder saw this scene, there was a sense of relief in its eyes. It rushed over along Fang Yuan's arm, raised its paw high, and breathed in the face of the old man in black robe. The slap caused three or four bloody wounds.
And this claw also pulled off the mask on the old man's face, revealing a frightened and inexplicable face.
Fang Yuan had seen this face not long ago in Bahuang City.
Wu Huang, one of the ten great generals on the Devil's side, is the guard general of Wangming Pass.
"You actually do this kind of thing?"
Fang Yuan looked at his frightened face and shook his head.
One of the majestic demon-side god generals actually appeared in the assassination of another god general. Of course, it was a big event that shocked countless people. However, by now, Fang Yuan was no longer surprised, and he was not surprised at all. After so many waves, he just cut off the god general's head with a backhand palm. He flew in mid-air and spun around three times. When he landed, his face was still blank.
"I made a mistake this time. Brother Cat will suffer because I can't help you!"
Fang Yuan then said something to the white cat with some apology.
"Meow… "
The white cat ignored him at all and pointed in another direction, trying to get revenge on Fang Yuan.
"Um?"
Fang Yuan followed the direction of the white cat's tail and saw a charming woman among the chaotic crowd. Seeing the fire clouds steaming around her, Fang Yuan was leading his men on a killing spree. Knowing that there was no hope of assassination, he He quickly picked up a simple teapot and jumped in. The teapot immediately flew into the air and hit the western fire cloud...
He actually wanted to borrow that pot to break through the surrounding divine flames and escape.
"Can't leave..."
Fang Yuan promised the white cat, his body transformed, and he traveled dozens of miles in an instant. He arrived in front of the teapot, then turned around and headed towards the round teapot surrounded by endless waves. Ziyi punched the teapot away.
"boom!"
His punch, enveloped by divine flames, was so powerful that even the heaven and earth seemed to be punching a hole.
But when he hit the teapot, it only made the teapot move back dozens of miles, killing countless people who had no time to dodge. However, the teapot itself was not damaged at all. Instead, it flew away with the power of his punch. Go out and run straight in the other direction.
"Meow… "
The white cat was furious, seeming to blame Fang Yuan for being useless.
Fang Yuan had no choice but raised his eyebrows, and then took out the evil sword.
He concentrated his mind and chased him away with a sword.
"Uh-huh!"
Layers of purple mist swayed from the heavenly pot, which even contained some power of law to resist the sword. However, this sword light contained indescribable sharpness and had the intention of killing everything. , slashed with the sword, and the purple mist and the body of the pot were all broken into pieces. Finally, the pot swayed, half of the lid on it was cut off, and the whole body of the pot quickly became smaller.
The laws in the pot had collapsed, and the charming woman fell out of it, looking at Fang Yuan with a frightened face.
Looking at this woman, Fang Yuan was slightly startled, she seemed familiar.
The woman reacted very quickly, observed her words, forced out a smile, and said: "Back then in the secret realm of the Jin family in Tianlai City..."
Before she finished speaking, the white cat patted Fang Yuan on the shoulder and urged him.
Fang Yuan nodded and slashed down with his sword, cutting off the rest of her words.
The Nascent Soul was swallowed up by the toad that followed Fang Yuan. The woman looked surprised: "Aren't you even allowed to finish speaking?"
"It turns out you guys are also involved..."
Fang Yuan has now remembered the identity of this woman, and seems to have some enlightenment.
But at this time, there was no time to think too much and he continued to kill elsewhere with his sword.
Bai Mao was satisfied after seeing his two enemies beheaded. He jumped down from Fang Yuan's shoulders and found a safe place to watch the battle.
At this time, the nine fire dragons that Fang Yuan had unleashed were slowly shrinking, naturally squeezing the countless people in front of him, so he didn't even have to chase after him, he just picked up his sword and killed them casually. Just kill...
Whether it was the Demon God of Jiuyou Palace or the Nascent Soul from unknown origin, they were all killed by him with ruthless hands.
Hundreds of Nascent Souls, it sounds like a lot, but in such a massacre, they actually died very quickly.
It wasn't long before I had a cup of tea, but blood was already rolling around me, and it was pouring down from the air like a rain of blood.
On the ground below, there were piles of corpses, like hills and mountains.
"Spare your life... Spare your life..."
"I'm waiting... it's coming down..."
Facing this endless carnage and the rolling fire dragons around them, blocking all paths, the last remaining immortal soldiers completely lost their will to fight. Just now, Fang Yuan and others were killing the strong ones. Instead, they died later, but now they were leaderless and frightened. The three thousand immortal troops, no longer showing any will to fight, knelt down and begged loudly for mercy.
"Daozi..."
The old deacon, who was covered in blood, and all the generals loyal to Wangqing Island all looked towards Fang Yuan.
If it is Nascent Soul, then of course he will be killed directly!
But these immortal troops were undoubtedly brought in by someone else, and there were so many of them, so they also looked at Fang Yuan for some advice.
Fang Yuan just glanced at them coldly and said calmly: "Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"
(End of chapter)