The young practitioner is a disciple of a hidden sect in Daqi. Although he is young, he has already entered the sixth realm. He is indeed a rare cultivation genius in the past few decades. After all, he was a strong man. With a stern shout, he immediately exhausted all his strength, and his whole body quickly withered like a withered flower.
There was a muffled pop.
A black flame as sticky as thick ink gushed out of his hand, inside the black flame was a fist-sized black skull made of countless tiny crystals.
Amidst his shouts, the black skull let out an unbelievably shrill neigh as if it was alive.
Countless insects, birds and beasts in the surrounding mountains and forests had just felt frightened and didn't know what happened, and they had already died in this stern sound. The black skull gathered and went away.
Countless sound waves even turned into tangible lines in the air, like countless fluttering strings falling towards the cyan figure that was flying in the air.
The green-clothed practitioner flying in the air looked indifferent. Looking at the withered body of the young practitioner and the voices flying in the sky, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up into a very contemptuous smile.
"Blood Sacrifice Dafa, Ghost King Shayin, a member of the Ghost Sect."
His body didn't even have any obvious movements. While speaking, the breaths from his mouth turned into real sword intent, bringing out shocking waves of air, which instantly cut through all the sounds that hit him. Wire.
The young cultivator's body shook suddenly, as if hit by an invisible mountain. The black skull in the black flame in front of his hand trembled and let out a terrifying neigh, but it slammed back and hit his palm.
The black skull originally protruded from the palm of the young practitioner, apparently it had been fused with the true energy in his body, and became a part of the original life in his body, but at this moment, for some reason, it was not compatible with his body. With a loud bang, the skull was like someone else's weapon, violently colliding with his palm, and a piece of his sleeve instantly shattered into countless pieces, flying around his arm.
The meridians on the young practitioner's arm exploded like pieces of hemp rope that could not withstand the force.
Before he could let out a scream in the future, the body of the young cultivator fell backwards and flew backwards. In an instant, he smashed into the forest behind him like a stone thrown by a catapult.
Until this time, the green-clothed cultivator who came across the sky even a few minutes faster than the usual flying sword officially released his sword.
A black-colored thick sword appeared in his hand.
The surface of this thick sword is full of uneven textures, like pieces of dragon scales.
At the same time as seeing this sword, the elder Daqi practitioner already understood the true identity of this person.
He knew that with the power he aroused just now, he couldn't block this man's sword at all, so at the moment when two strange black flowers that were as tall as a man were formed in front of him, he also moved the black bone staff in his hand towards the sword. He hit the ground in front of him.
There was a bang.
The moment the black bone staff touched the ground in front of him, it exploded and turned into countless triangular bone fragments. Each fragment violently rotated and rushed into the sky.
Black filaments of light flowed from the cracks of these fragments, intersecting with each other, and finally formed a black light beam with an unknown number of sides, rushing towards the practitioner in green shirt who came across the sky.
The green-shirted practitioner was still indifferent, but the contemptuous smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth.
The long sword in his hand was cut down without any tricks, but every scale on the sword lighted up one by one like a lamp.
When all the scales were completely lit up, a dragon cry came from his sword body.
On the tip of his sword, there was a bit of light like golden sand, and a terrifying power gushed out from it.
The golden sand instantly grew bigger and turned into a golden dragon.
The golden wandering dragon is huge, and it doesn't look like the usual runes that guide the condensed energy of heaven and earth, but completely looks like the real thing. The scales on its body are as brilliant as the purest gold, but they are slightly transparent. Erupting with terrifying coercion and light.
"This is the Dragon Scale Sword of Fanghou Mansion... This man is Fang Xing, the mighty general... How could he be so strong..."
At this time, the young Daqi practitioner who had smashed more than ten trees had just fallen to the ground, and he sat slumped among a pile of broken wood, looking at this golden wandering dragon, he couldn't believe it at all. own eyes and perception.
The golden dragon rushed down, swallowing the jet-black light beam and the two black flowers gushing out of the ground into its mouth.
The huge body slid across the ground, and the body of the elder Daqi practitioner was submerged in the golden flames. The ground touched by the golden dragon's body exploded continuously, and two clouds of thick smoke exploded.
"If you can receive my sword, it seems that you are Luo Chenkai of the Great Qi Yin Yuanzong."
The cultivator in green shirt landed, looked at the smoke and dust in front of him and said slowly.
In the smoke and dust, the figure of the aged Daqi practitioner slowly appeared.
He was still standing upright, but the clothes on his body had countless tears, and strands of fresh blood continuously oozed out of them.
Hearing the calm and indifferent voice of the practitioner in green shirt, the elder Daqi practitioner raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face, and sighed with emotion in a low voice: "I thought it might be a certain prince, and I also thought that someone It may be the Great General Shenwei, but I didn't expect you to be so strong."
There was only one mighty general in the Great Qin Dynasty, and that was Fang Xun of the Fanghou Mansion.
This green shirt practitioner is naturally Fang Xing.
Fang Xing looked at the elderly practitioner of Daqi, and said lightly: "Our Fanghou Mansion has been the head of the Thirteen Marquis Mansions in Changling these years, of course it is not because of me who has been sitting for more than ten years. younger brother."
Hearing this explanation, the elder Daqi practitioner was slightly taken aback, as if realizing something.
"It's an extremely secret thing that I took the scriptures from here to Lushan." Fang Xing looked at him, and then said, "I want to know where your news came from."
After a pause, Fang Xing looked into his eyes and said seriously: "It's not easy for you to have such a cultivation base, and I'm not greedy for what I want. As long as you tell me where your news comes from, I will let you go .”
The older practitioner of Daqi smiled with a particularly proud and tenacious smile.
As a practitioner of the seventh realm, he naturally has his own pride. Even if for some reason he underestimated the strength of the comer, he knew very well what the Qi Dynasty needed most.
For a person like him, the life and death of an individual is naturally not as important as the honor, disgrace and prosperity of a dynasty.
"If you want to kill me, you have to pay a great price."
The elderly Daqi practitioner smiled, looked at Fang Xing and said, "You should also understand that since I am here, it is not just a simple temptation. The Lushan League is coming soon, what your emperor needs is not A general who can’t exert his strength needs the support of you who is at its peak. So it’s not a question of whether you let me go, but a question of whether I let you go.”
Fang Xing nodded, looked at this Daqi practitioner who regarded death as home, and said flatly: "What you said makes sense, but you still think a little wrong. If you want to keep you here, I may not have to take action next time." .”
This Daqi practitioner suddenly felt something, and looked up at the mountain road behind Fang Xing in disbelief.
It was only a moment when Fang Xing came through the sky, but at this moment the carriage that was carrying him had already appeared on the mountain road not far behind Fang Xing.
The eyes of the two gray galloping horses were burning with blood-like brilliance, and blood-red flames began to burn on their four hooves.
The most shocking thing is the carriage they are pulling.
On the two wheels of the carriage, there were countless black worms. The wings of these black worms vibrated surprisingly, and the force brought by them actually supported the weight of the entire carriage.
The entire carriage seemed to be floating in the air, flying in the air a few feet above the ground.
"Different Gu Dao!"
Looking at such a scene, the elder Daqi practitioner finally felt that the power that caused this carriage to undergo such a change came from the driver sitting on the carriage.
The young practitioner who fell into the broken wood suddenly let out a painful cry.
He was horrified to see his chest burst open like a split watermelon, and a dark red worm flew out from the opened flesh, rushing towards the elderly Da Qi practitioner like a flying sword the back of the victim.
The elder Daqi practitioner took a deep breath frantically.
Following his inhalation, countless black yin qi visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared in the air around him.
These black yin qi rushed into his body, but his body did not become swollen because of it, but became tighter. The flesh and blood of the whole body shrank, turning into a black iron-like, tight wrapped around the bones of his body.
There was a muffled pop.
The dark red worm impacted on his back, his body remained motionless, but the dark red worm that contained the real power of the flying sword was shaken into countless powders.
At this moment, two gray galloping horses that had already mutated roared, and the entire carriage passed over his head.
There was an explosion in the air like a thunderbolt, and a long black whip suddenly fell from the hand of the driver sitting at the front of the car, wrapping around the body of this elderly practitioner of Daqi.
The black air around this Da Qi practitioner shook, and the long black whip split into countless pieces.
However, the pupils of this great Qi practitioner contracted violently, and he saw that each broken black long whip was actually a long black worm with the length of a finger.
"Corpse Demon Insect!"
This Daqi practitioner recognized the black worm, but it was too late to make any movements. Dozens of these black worms pounced on his body that was harder than Xuantie. In just a split second, his body Countless holes appeared, and countless heaven and earth vitality gushed out with billowing black air.
He looked at the holes in his body in disbelief, and slowly fell forward.
Fang Xing's body was lifted up and landed on the carriage.
"A genius who has reached the sixth realm and a master of the seventh realm at such a young age, are there really too many powerful practitioners in the Qi Dynasty?" When entering the carriage, he said coldly to himself .