Ten Desolate Daluo

Chapter 821
"General, killing the envoy of the Holy Mountain is a serious crime. If the Holy Mountain is furious and brings disaster, the three of us will be imprisoned to the Nine Clans!" A Mingzu monk next to him fought with both legs.

"madness!"

"The envoy of the Holy Mountain in front of me is just a cultivator of Tongxuan. What are we afraid of? Our three Zifu monks can make him turn upside down? Just lose the envoy of the Holy Mountain. Now that the Holy Mountain has disappeared, what are we afraid of?" The old man scolded coldly .

The three of them chattered fiercely, while Fang Qi on the side fell into deep thought: "That old devil Wu Qixian said that this is the underworld, where there are countless Ming clans, and among them are divided into many large tribes. Tribes, looks very different from humans."

"Then how should I go back?"

"The Tongtian River has disappeared, how can I return to the wild world from the underworld?"

"Wu Qixian, the old devil, didn't take me away. I can only return to the wild world by myself." A layer of worry suddenly rose in Fang Qi's heart.

"What are you afraid of, you forgot the star gate?" Elder Yi said with a smile.

Stargate!

When Fang Qi heard this, his eyes lit up.

Yes!

How could I forget this one!
On that day, he was sent to the ancestral star of the Yuanjie of the Luo clan by the Xiao clan. He watched the star gate of the other party for a long time, in order to see the mystery in the star gate. Could it be that you have always seen the mystery in the door?"

Elder Yi stroked his beard and smiled, "That's natural."

"But we don't have the materials to cast the star gate..." Fang Qi hesitated.

"Aren't these the same?" Elder Yi pointed to the Ming people who were arguing endlessly and said with a smile.

"The Ming clan is the monks in the underworld. They are different from my human race. They can fly with fleshy wings by nature, and their bodies are extremely strong. They are a group of naturally strong people, and the strong people of the Ming clan are even more bloodthirsty than the human race. , The thirst for blood is extremely strong. Among the Ming clan, there are more powerful races such as the Daluotian clan, the Great Asura clan, the Styx clan, the Yasha clan, the Feitian clan, the Raksha clan, the Huntian clan and so on."

At this moment, Fang Qi suddenly sensed that the aura around him was not right, and when he raised his head, he found three Nadir monks walking towards him with grinning faces, their bodies full of murderous aura.

"Junior, you dare to come out to practice with mere profound cultivation? How dare you pretend to be my envoy from the Holy Mountain? Do you know that this is a serious crime of beheading?" The old man grinned grinningly. But later, he became more and more proficient, and kept sending out spiritual fluctuations to Fang Qi.

Boom!

I saw the three Mingzu monks shouting in unison, the dark blue skin and scales burst out with bright light, the blood under the skin roared like a big river, Fang Qi could even hear the roaring sound of bleeding from the other party, Gudong Gudong, cleansing the bones.

boom!
The Nadir cultivator on the left was the first to kill, as if there was a burst of thunder hidden in his body, when the air crackled and exploded, and when he rushed in front of Fang Qi, his body had ballooned to a full twenty feet in size.

"Kill you, let your blood go, we are the envoys of the Holy Mountain!" He grinned grinningly, and punched, the air crackled and exploded, and the air pressure around him kept rising when he punched down. high.

Fang Qi suddenly recovered from his thoughts. When he saw the opponent's fist, he didn't want to avoid it in his heart. Instead, he had an expression of eagerness to try. , but Wu Qixian dismissed the Mingzu.

He raised his fist and delivered it with the same bang.

Boom!

When the two collided together, the strong Nadir clan trembled all over, and his fists exploded on the spot. Half of his body was crushed by Fang Qi's violent fist, and the remaining half of his body was full of shock and anger. , his body retreated wildly.

"Didn't the Ming clan say that their bodies are strong? Why can't they just do it with one move?" Fang Qi shook his head in disappointment.

He shook his head and naturally fell into the eyes of the three Mingzu monks. They saw the contempt on Fang Qi's face, and they were furious in their hearts. The monk in the first level smashed half of his body alive, which surprised them all.

After all, it is the messenger of the Holy Mountain!
Sure enough!
"Stop playing! Go all out! The other party is the envoy of the Holy Mountain, so don't be careless! Otherwise, you will know the consequences, right?!" The general in the middle said in a deep voice, and the common language of the Mingzu was soaring.

Boom!

The aura on his body exploded, and the big sleeves suddenly enveloped him. The vast and boundless sleeves enveloped Fang Qi like a sky.

When the terrifying attraction came, Fang Qi suddenly felt his whole body sink, and was unconsciously suppressed by the opponent's sleeve, unable to move.

"Suppression of refining! Swallow this kid, this general will be the envoy of the Holy Mountain!"

The general's white hair was flying, and his face was full of joy. His sleeve was a spirit soldier, not a real sleeve. As long as he opened the sleeve, it would immediately turn into an independent space. No matter who he suppressed, I don't know how many people are in it. He suffered this loss in his hands.

He immediately circulated the true essence in his body, and began to refine it towards his sleeve according to the path of Xuangong.

Suddenly, his sleeves suddenly started to swell, and an incomparably violent force came from the sleeves. With a bang, the sleeves exploded suddenly, and an extremely sharp sword light burst out from the sleeves, splitting his sleeves in two. , this spiritual weapon was completely destroyed and exploded on the spot.

Fang Qi jumped up from his sleeves, opened his mouth suddenly, the divine patterns intertwined in his mouth, turned into a big bell upside down, and suddenly roared at the crowd, the bell wave spread loudly!

Bang bang bang!

The three Mingzu monks felt the skin on their bodies tremble violently due to the roar, and they were pulled towards the rear.

One of the monks, who had just recovered his physical body, was blown away by Fang Qi's roar before he could resist.

"Boy looking for death!"

The general roared angrily and spit out his mouth suddenly. A flood dragon with its teeth and claws swooped towards Fang Qi. At the same time, another Nadir cultivator also spewed out several spirit weapons and enveloped Fang Qi.

Immediately, the terrifying Yang God of the Ming clan rose up in midair and turned into a terrifying statue of King Ming, with an angry, compassionate, and smiling face, supporting the dragon with two arms, and holding the dragon with the other two hands. It is holding a vajra and a magic circle.

Dangdang!
Fang Qi sneered, holding the Youquan sword, the sword energy burst out from his body, a total of 250 sword energy smashed down, like a real dragon rolling a mountain, the surrounding mountains were shaking, and the various spirit soldiers that fell down in the air were alive and kicked by Fang Qi. The sword energy in Qi's hand was split in two, the terrifying sword energy was crushed like a mountain, but it was so sharp that it crushed all the magic weapons on them into pieces!

The three of them suddenly showed a look of despair. They were just generals and pawns patrolling the borderlands. They came out of a small tribe. There was no treasure on them, and even the methods of cultivation were the most inferior. There is no way to compete with Fang Qi's method.

puff puff-

The sword light flew down, and the three heads flew instantly!
(End of this chapter)