Nine days alone

boom.

After a loud noise, Fang Zhong and the Supreme Elder of the Sharpshooter Gate flew back at the same time.

Fang Zhong was at a disadvantage with this blow. After all, in terms of divine power alone, there was a huge gap between him and the Supreme Elder of the Gunslinger Sect.

However, with his perverted physical body, this attack is not enough to hurt him.

"Old guy, is this what you are capable of?" Fang Zhong sneered at this kill, and the magic of killing life gave rise to thousands of lotus flowers, and each lotus flower is a deadly move.

"Hey, he was not injured. Isn't he in the Nirvana state? How did he do it?" The elder of the sharp gun sect was also very surprised, but he didn't show it. He said with a cold smile: "If you want to die early, just go ahead." Come here, this old man will send you back to the west today," before the words finished, the two had already collided.

Whether fists and feet can fight against magic.

In the past, everyone would definitely tell you no, but now, everyone will hesitate, because they really saw the picture of fists and feet fighting against divine arts.

Fang Zhong bullied himself to get closer, gave up the magical attack, and directly used his best physical skills, every part of his body turned into a weapon.

The Supreme Elder of the Divine Gun Sect also had a grim expression. Although the other party was not as good as him in the duel of divine arts, he felt that Fang Zhong's body seemed to be made of hundred-refined divine iron. , but Fang Zhong was completely fine, he was still living a life of dragons and tigers, with unlimited combat power.

One is the dazzling divine art, and the other is the unparalleled physical art. The two confronted in the void, shattering a piece of space.

"Boy, go to hell," the elder of the sharp gun sect finally seized an opportunity, and suddenly thrust out the spear in his hand, as fast as a phantom.

puff.

It was too late to dodge, Fang Zhong's right arm was pierced, and gurgling blood flowed down the sky.

Even though he had refined nine drops of the demon god's blood, he was still a mortal body after all. Even a piece of divine iron would be shattered under such an attack. His arm was only pierced and not exploded, which is already very rare.

As soon as the move was successful, the Supreme Elder of the Divine Spear Sect immediately took advantage of the victory to pursue him. The spear in his hand was like a dragon, emitting a divine brilliance that soared to the sky, sealing Fang Zhong inside tightly.

Turning his head to look at the injury on his arm, Fang Zhong didn't lift his eyelids, and there was a rattling sound in his body, as if every cell was burning.

A powerful aura erupted from him, and dozens of hundreds of bright stars floated on the surface of his body, like a flowing galaxy.

"brush,"

Xinghe suddenly flew up, and hundreds of stars vibrated suddenly, shooting out bright starlight together, converging into a beam of light, breaking the restriction set by the elders of the sharp gun gate with a bang.

"Old guy, it's up to me now," Fang Zhong flew into the sky, wearing a galaxy, holding a blood-colored spear, with a seven-story pagoda on his head, and his whole body was like a dragon. Recovery, this is all the effect of the nine drops of the blood of the demon god, how can the blood of the demon god be as simple as tempering the body.

"boom,"

Without any warning, a huge golden long sword appeared above the head of the Supreme Elder of the Sharp Gun Gate. It was seven feet long and golden in color, like a dream.

As soon as the long sword was released, the entire space immediately shattered, and the huge pressure made the masters watching the battle feel their consciousness throbbing and their hearts shaking.

And the Supreme Elder of the Sharpshooter Gate who stood under the golden long sword was even more pale.

At his level, he can almost ignore the attack of the divine sense. Although he does not know how to attack the divine spell with the divine sense, as long as the divine spell is concentrated in one place, the defense is more than enough.

However, today he realized that he was wrong. It turns out that the divine sense can be used to this level, and it turns out that the divine sense can attack the powerful level of the divine art.

"ah....."

Sensing the threat of death, the elder Taishang of the Sharpshooter Sect raised his head to the sky and screamed, concentrating all the power of his spiritual consciousness on the top of his head.

"break,"

Fang Zhong shouted, this golden sword is also derived from soul crystals.

But this time is the first time that Fang Zhong has derived such a large golden sword. After using this sword, he obviously felt that the color of the soul crystal has dimmed a lot, and he felt a little dizzy. It is conceivable how much this blow consumes the power of consciousness.

The golden sword pierced through a layer of spiritual power, but was blocked by more and more spiritual power.

At this moment, Fang Zhong gritted his teeth, resisted the dizziness in his head, held the Spear of God of War in his hand, and rushed out with a whoosh, the bloody spear went straight to the Elder of the Spiritual Spear Gate.

The Supreme Elder of the Divine Spear Sect was almost entirely focused on resisting the golden divine sword, and when Fang Zhong's bloody spear came, it was too late to dodge.

"puff,"

The bloody spear pierced through his abdomen and hit his dantian.

"boom,"

As soon as his dantian was broken and his energy lost, the elder Taishang of the Divine Spear Sect was naturally unable to resist the golden divine sword, and the huge divine sword pierced into the top of his head.

Huge power erupted from the Golden Excalibur and the God of War Spear at the same time, and quickly swept across Elder Taizhang's body, triggering a huge explosion.

After a loud bang, the sky was filled with blood rain.

"Killed,"

"He was beheaded just like that, a master of the sixth heaven in the realm of heaven and man,"

"He's a devil, a madman, I'll never meet him again, never again..."

The people watching from a distance were stunned, and some of them couldn't bear the shock and even screamed crazily, and rushed to the sky recklessly.

Soon, Fang Zhong was the only one left in this area. He stood there with blood all over his body, dripping on the ground, becoming the only sound.

"I made it,"

Looking at his hands, Fang Zhong smiled silently.

When the real masters of the major forces arrived, everything was over, and the one who lost the most was definitely the Shenqiang Sect. The Supreme Elder fell, and the people of the Shenqiang Sect in the city of Shenqiang were all finished.

A huge shock hit the group of masters present, making them terrified and moved. They suddenly thought that it was only a monk in the Ninth Layer of Nirvana who did all this.

The Nirvana Realm of the Ninth Heaven, under normal circumstances, it will undoubtedly be defeated against the masters of the Celestial Realm. If you encounter a stronger master of the Celestial Realm, even saving your life will be a problem.

However, Fang Zhong did it. He did something that a group of great masters thought was impossible. It must be said that he created a miracle.

When thinking of this, a group of masters felt a thorn in their backs.

A person who can kill so many masters of the [-]rd and [-]th level of the celestial realm with the help of the ninth level of Nirvana Realm, and even killed an elder of the sharp gun sect who was in the ninth level of the celestial realm, such a character, given time, is definitely a rebel. God exists, and such a person is not a friend to them, but an enemy.

"Fang Zhong, don't stay, no matter what the cost, you must kill him,"

This is almost the common thought in the minds of the heavenly and human realm masters present, because they are afraid, they are timid, and they are afraid that one day they will no longer be able to threaten Fang Zhong. These so-called supreme elders, so-called peerless masters.

......

Back in the nine-story pavilion, everything is the same as when I left.

"What, you killed a master of the sixth level of heaven and man," Guang Daozi's phantom stared at Fang Zhong in surprise, and said thoughtfully: "Well, I see, your luck is really good. It is possible to meet a seriously injured sixth-level master of the heavenly realm, but as I said, luck is also a part of strength, and you have completed the task."

"Master," Fang Zhong said with a slight smile, "that...in addition to the sixth-level masters of the heavenly-human realm, there are six fourth-level masters of the heavenly-human realm, and seven third-level monks of the heavenly-human realm. "

"..." Guang Daozi fell silent this time, and said after a while, "You killed these people."

"Yes,"

"Very good, very good..." Guang Daozi laughed heartily, "You really didn't let me down, no, not only didn't you let me down, but also surprised me, with your cultivation base, you can It would be good to kill a third-level master of the heaven-human realm, so I set the mission rules at the third-level heaven and human realm and above, "

"Unexpectedly, you were able to kill six masters of the fourth level of the heavenly realm, and one of the sixth level of the heavenly realm. Although it was seriously injured, it was still the sixth level of the heavenly realm. You are very good!" up,"

Fang Zhong listened quietly, without an expression of pride, nor did he stand up to refute that the seriously injured sixth-level heavenly-human realm in Guang Daozi's mouth was not injured at all, but a master of the sixth-level heavenly-human realm with strength in its heyday, because he didn't care , all he cares about is completing the task, climbing to the fifth floor of the pavilion, and leaving here.

He wants to go home, wants to go back and see his parents, his sister, 200 years ago, he really wants to see how they are doing.

"Now, go up to the fifth floor of the pavilion,"

When Guang Daozi's voice came, Fang Zhong was shocked and stepped onto the fifth floor of the pavilion.

This is his last hurdle, and it is also a very crucial hurdle. He is not worried that he will not be able to comprehend the way of killing life in the fifth floor of the pavilion. What he is worried about is how much time it will take.

Time, for the other party, is too important.

The fifth floor of the pavilion is not much different from the first few floors, but the number of murals has been reduced to 36, and each mural is like a bible, which makes Fang Zhong dizzy because these murals are too simple. It was so simple that he couldn't understand it at all, only a few strokes.

The first mural depicts a small grass that sprouts in the soil and grows new and tender branches.

The second mural depicts a monster, very abstract, with only a few strokes, simply outlining the monster's head and limbs.

The third mural is about...

There are 36 murals in a row, each of which is extremely simple, but the Taoist rhyme contained in it makes Fang Zhong moved. If the murals on the first four floors are from simple to complex, the fifth floor Mural painting is already a realm of simplifying complexity.