My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Rumble!
The thunder is rolling and the wind is blowing.

At this moment, the entire Xianglu Mountains seemed to be boiling, with countless leaves flying wantonly, and some leaves were even cut into pieces easily by the strong wind.

In this quiet atmosphere, everything seems so peaceful and beautiful as the sculptures continue to fall.

But in Shili Gallery, Fang Yang's black robe billows and his gaze is deep, as if it has really turned into an abyss, capable of swallowing up almost everything.

Since he stepped into Chang'an, he has rarely taken action, and has never even taken action with all his strength.

Of course, there were also some beings hidden in the darkness who coveted him, hated him, and devised many strategies to kill him, but in the end, they were all easily killed by him.

Just like the moat surrounding Chang'an, there are no waves, not even a ripple.

Fang Yang had long discovered that the Blood Rain Demon Lord's cultivation talent was extremely powerful, and after he traveled through time, not only did this talent not dim at all, but it became more and more brilliant and terrifying.

Coupled with golden fingers and endless mysterious skills, Blood Rain Demon Lord's originally dissipated skills have long been restored and have exceeded the previous peak.

Directly reaching the five-leaf Dharmakaya realm.

This realm is quite terrifying, much stronger than before.

The second evil god worshiped by the Incense Sect is indeed very powerful. Even if it exists in the forbidden land of heaven and earth, it can still easily kill the practitioners of the Four-leaf Dharma Body realm after it comes out.

However, he should never go against himself.

I have never been an ordinary practitioner. Otherwise, where would I have the courage to conquer the Empress and the Demon Queen?
Do you really think that all he can rely on is his appearance?
What a big joke!
In this world, where the jungle prevails, the only one you can truly rely on is yourself.

Rumble!
The strong wind was still rippling, and Fang Yang lightly stretched out a palm.

The Phaseless Demonic Body, Xuantian Ce, and the Life Lamp have all been turned on. At this moment, he is easily superior to this god.

After the second evil god appeared, he looked aloof and cold, staring at him coldly, as if he would kill him directly in the next moment.

Those who disobey the gods will eventually die. Although he is only an evil god, he has been worshiped by the Incense Cult for a long time.

Naturally, he also has his own pride, and it couldn't be easier to kill an ordinary practitioner.

However, the moment Fang Yang took action, the god noticed something was wrong.

He, who had always been aloof and indifferent as before, suddenly contracted his pupils, and his expression that should have been expressionless actually revealed a trace of fear and deep regret.

It seems that He should not be an enemy of this mortal.

This mortal is definitely not that simple, and even poses a serious threat to him, the evil god.

When it is broken, it will be broken; if it is continued, it will be chaotic.

The Evil God has existed for a long time, and naturally has the most decisive mind. Now that he saw that something was wrong, he did not hesitate. With a sway, the huge shadow disappeared from the void, and he was obviously preparing to escape.

"The Second Evil God is afraid?!"

When the black man saw this scene, his pupils shrank, and his face showed a look of confusion. He was originally calm and composed, but for the first time he was a little confused, and he had no idea what was going on. This was the second evil god.

It is an existence that the Incense Sect has worshiped for a long time, and is much stronger than the third evil god.

As a result, as soon as he appeared, he was beaten away by the demon. It was like a bolt from the blue. He was frightened and confused. How powerful is this demon?
He was still panicking, but suddenly found that the corners of the originally calm devil's mouth were slightly raised with a sneer on his face. When he saw that the shadow of the god was about to disappear, he took action again.

"What, you want to escape? Did you get my permission?"

A cold snort sounded, Fang Yang waved his hand, and a torrent of breath rolled out.

It seemed that the whole world turned black. The huge dharma form behind him just took a step forward, and its terrifying aura instantly locked the second evil god.

The void seemed to be stagnant, the biting wind suddenly stopped, and the fallen leaves that had been blowing constantly were suspended in the air.

As for the phantom of the god, it was naturally frozen in place and could not even move, let alone just disappear without a trace and completely escape.

The god opened his eyes wide and watched the weak mortal who originally looked down on him, walking towards him step by step.

The pace is so steady, so calm.

Taking a leisurely stroll was like taking a walk, and you walked leisurely in front of Him.

Slowly stretching out his palm, the huge Dharma form also stretched out his palm and pinched the god's head directly.

The god's expression suddenly changed, and a terrifying aura spurted out from his body, as if he wanted to struggle. However, he was shocked to find that he couldn't even break free from Fang Yang's aura lock, and could only look at the mortal in front of him. , pinched His head.

Then...

boom!
A terrifying explosion sounded, and the evil god's head was crushed by Fang Yang on the spot.

At the moment when the head exploded, it began to rain in Shili Gallery. The rain was red, full of blood, and exuded bursts of bloody smell.

The red blood rain and the red maple leaves intertwined and fell on the maple leaves, making the already extremely beautiful maple leaves even more beautiful, almost gorgeous.

The evil god is destroyed and blood rains down!

Heaven and earth change, and visions occur frequently.

The second evil god of the Incense Sect died just like that. After all, the one he had just descended from was the main soul.

This kind of behavior is almost impossible for gods. After all, gods have many souls, and they can at least be cut into three or four parts.

As long as a part of them survives, the gods will be immortal. What's more, the catastrophe has not yet come, and the restrictions of heaven and earth will always exist. There is no cultivator in the world who can reach the point of killing the gods.

There was only one reason why he was lost, and that was that he was too arrogant and careless. When he came, he didn't take Fang Yang seriously at all, thinking that he could easily kill the disobedient.

It is precisely because of this that he died miserably without even cutting off his soul and leaving no room for it.

The gods were annihilated, and the blood was still falling. Fang Yang stood in the rain of blood, his face expressionless. The huge dharma image behind him had already raised its head, letting the rain fall on the dharma image.

With every drop of rainwater, the aura of Dharma Prime became more violent. In the end, Dharma Prime's eyes turned red, and the sun and moon floated between his eyebrows. The aura in his body was boiling crazily, and even Fang Yang's aura became much more violent.

"Absorbing the soul of a god is really not easy!"

Qiu Yuandai squinted her eyes as she watched this scene, her gaze became much more solemn, and she had a new understanding of Fang Yang's strength.

There are evil gods in the world, and evil gods are often formed by Li Gui. Li Gui owns the soul lamp and condenses all his practice on the soul lamp. The brighter the soul lamp becomes, the stronger the Li Gui becomes, until That soul lamp turned into a bright moon.

Li Gui became an evil god and could enjoy the sacrifice of incense.

There is the River Styx within the River Styx, and there are too many ghosts and evil spirits inside the River Styx, so naturally there are many evil gods.

The evil god of the Incense Sect just now, the bright moon has become much brighter, and he has probably reached the five-leaf peak of the cultivator's realm, and is only one step away from the six-leaf.

Although his strength is greatly suppressed by the restriction of natural enemies, even so, it is far from being comparable to that of a mortal.

However, the evil god is still dead, which proves how powerful the Blood Rain Demon Lord is, and makes her interest more and more intense.

Her heart was about to stir, and she, who had been calm and composed for countless years without any disturbances and would not show any favor to men, seemed to be tempted for the first time.

Moreover, things of spirit and flesh, whether soul or body, have the meaning of gradually sinking, sinking faster and faster, more and more violently.

You are about to fall into the abyss, and there will never be a chance of looking back.

"How...how could this happen? It's fake, it's all fake! I must be hallucinating, otherwise it wouldn't be possible!"

The monk in black was lying on the ground, his eyes full of despair. He looked at the rain in his palm and could clearly feel the power of faith being withdrawn from his body.

Moreover, many believers of the Incense Sect are also collapsing. These believers all believe in the second evil god.

They regard the evil god as their lifelong servant, and now that the evil god is dead, their faith has begun to collapse, which has also had a huge impact on their souls.

The rain was still falling, and the monk raised his head, just in time to see Fang Yang coming to him, looking at him coldly, with no waves in his pupils, as if he was looking at a dead person.

This made his heart tremble, and he felt a huge shadow coming over him, as if he would die in the next moment.

But soon, he stopped thinking about it and realized that his worries were more or less unfounded.

He still has hope of survival, and he still has the last trump card, which is the soul that he just divided in advance.

As long as his soul remains immortal, even if he is killed by this demon now, it will not have any impact.

Next, what he needs to do is to hide the soul as much as possible and prevent the devil from discovering it.

However, this is a piece of cake. The devil is indeed very powerful, but his soul is quite far away from here, and it is impossible for the devil to find it.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. This smile was so cold and so full of killing intent.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late!
The devil is indeed very powerful, but trying to fight against the entire Incense Sect and all the hidden ancient demon sects by himself is just nonsense!

As long as his soul survives, once the catastrophe strikes, he will be able to seize many opportunities and become stronger quickly.

Then, hidden in the darkness, no matter how powerful the devil is, he must be cut into pieces with thousands of knives, his body broken into thousands of pieces, and he will suffer thousands of times the pain.

Only in this way can we eliminate the hatred in our hearts and wash away today's shame.

Yes, that’s it!
The monk in black sneered, his breath becoming weaker and weaker, and the candle in Fang Yang's palm seemed to be extinguished in the next moment.

And when it is extinguished, his soul will die, and the devil will be deceived by him. Although he will have no body from now on, he can only turn into a ghost and transform into an evil god.

But he was able to practice many techniques unscrupulously. From then on, he officially embarked on the road of revenge.

Thousands of thoughts kept flashing in his mind, making him more and more confident and surging. He felt that everything was under control, and even the look he looked at the devil became much more contemptuous.

Just when he was confident and felt that everything had been settled, a cold and playful voice sounded in his ears.

"Do you really think you can deceive me? Don't you think your idea is quite ridiculous?"

A very slight word reached the ears of the monk in black, causing him to raise his head suddenly and look at Fang Yang in confusion, as if he was not sure what Fang Yang meant.

But he was already a little uneasy inside. Somehow, he always felt that things were confusing and getting more and more out of his control.

"You...what do you mean? If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please!"

"Of course I want to kill you, and you will definitely die, but... if I want to kill you, I have to kill all your souls, so that you can never die again."

Fang Yang's eyes were filled with amusement. After saying this, under the horrified gaze of the black-clothed monk, he grabbed the extinguished incense stick with one hand and thrust it towards the monk's eyebrows so fast that he almost let out bursts of noise in the air. Sonic boom.

Before the monk could react, he felt a pain between his eyebrows, and then he felt that his soul was almost torn apart.

Lowering his head, through the colorful rain, he happened to see a stick of incense stuck between his eyebrows, and the incense was stained with blood.

Perhaps due to the stimulation of blood, the incense that was almost extinguished was burning crazily.

Such a sharp decline, such a terrifying situation, made the monk's aura become more and more powerful, and it seemed that even his soul began to expand. His realm was about to break through. This should have been a joyful thing, but at this moment, the monk was The canthus of the eyes is about to split.

The originally pale face showed endless fear, as if the end was about to come and the catastrophe would completely collapse.

Because, I can clearly feel that the reason why my soul has become stronger is because the newly divided souls are converging here.

Slowly it gradually merged with its own soul, and began to burn crazily.

Once these two souls merge together and are completely burned out, he will definitely die, with no possibility of survival.

However, how did the devil detect his second soul, and how did he forcefully capture his second soul?
The monk felt like he was struck by lightning.

Fang Yang, on the other hand, just stretched out his palm indifferently and looked at the falling leaves flying around, his deep eyes showing a bit of sadness.

"Autumn is full of beauty, and everything is red. If you kill this person, you will marry my good disciple. At the same time, you will call back all the disciples, and they will fall into evil ways one by one!" (End of this chapter)