Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Mist grass!

What's going on!

Fang Lin's eyes widened and he couldn't believe what he heard.

Is the fairy world open to this extent now?

Of course, Fang Lin is still a very traditional person.

With two beauties, Ren Yufei and Feng Yinxue, how could he be willing to search for the safety of his good brothers?

At that moment, his complexion darkened. ??

"No need, I have something else to do, please give way!"

Fang Lin didn't want to stay here for a moment.

This outstanding genius of the Moon Worship Sect was really hard for Fang Lin to accept.

If you continue to struggle with him, let alone the jaundice water, you may even vomit from your stomach.

However, Miao Yue's expression immediately turned gloomy.

There are two types of people he hates the most.

One is a person who discriminates against them as a worshiper of the Moon God Cult, and the other is a handsome man who doesn't want to spend the night with him.

But Fang Lin had both!

Kick, kick, kick!

Before Miao Yue could speak, the disciples of the Moon Worshiping Sect approached step by step and surrounded Fang Lin in the center.

Such a scene is like a group of tigers surrounding a sheep.

Fang Lin looked at the few people warily, and unexpectedly found that most of the men looked at him with inexplicable excitement.

Oh shit!

A group of comrades who came down from Brokeback Mountain!

"If you don't want to spend the night together, sir, then it's not a bad idea to contribute the treasure you got!"

Miaoyue's voice sounded again.

As for Fang Lin, who was surrounded, his patience had been exhausted by them.

He snorted coldly and raised his hand suddenly, the blue frost sword flashing with cold light.

The tyrannical sword energy burst out with terrifying power, instantly forcing back the disciples of the Moon Worshiping Cult beside him.

"How can a four-star spirit body have such terrifying sword energy?"

Miao Yue frowned slightly as she watched this scene.

As a talented disciple of the Moon Worship Sect, he is naturally not weak in strength.

At the same time, he also became more aware of the strength of the eight genius disciples.

r\u003e However, the Fang Lin in front of him was clearly not a disciple of the Eight Great Sects, so why was his aura so terrifying?

Could it be that he is a genius outside of the eight major sects?

Miao Yue was so surprised, let alone the other disciples.

They looked at Fang Lin with fear in their eyes.

Especially the man who knelt down to Fang Lin unconsciously took a step back.

Others didn't know it, but he knew it. During the day, Fang Lin cut off a large tree that only a few people could wrap around with one stroke of his sword.

Moreover, at this time, he discovered that the sword energy in Fang Lin's hand had changed a lot from what it was during the day.

This made him more certain that Fang Lin had obtained the treasure.

"If you want to die, you can come forward and give it a try!"

Fang Lin pointed his long sword in the distance, and the green light flickered on his face, making him look like a ghost from the underworld, strange and frightening.

Miao Yue said nothing.

He frowned, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

Although Fang Lin is handsome and powerful, his strength is not bad. If you want to surrender to him, you will have to pay a high price.

Right now is the first day of entering the secret realm, and preserving strength is fundamental.

Otherwise, even if there is treasure in the future, it will be difficult to keep it!

Thinking like this, Miao Yue already had some ideas in her mind.

However, just as he was about to speak, the man approached Miao Yue and whispered softly: "Brother, this man must have obtained a treasure. The sword in his hand has changed a lot compared to the daytime!"

It was this sentence that made Miao Yue's eyes light up again.

If Fang Lin really got the treasure, he wouldn't let him go in vain.

Why did they come to Chongxian Secret Realm?

treasure!

Immortal fate!

Right now, the treasure is right in front of him, how can he let him slip away.

"Junior brothers, he has a great opportunity.

He was killed! "

Miao Yue smiled ferociously and gave an order, her eyes filled with greed.

As soon as he finished speaking, many disciples of the Moon Worship Sect drew out their weapons.

Under the firelight, everyone's weapons shone coldly, and they were all aimed at Fang Lin.

Fang Lin glanced at the crowd and did not panic. Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sneer.

"Since you want to die, I'll let you die!"

Fang Lin was filled with murderous intent in his heart, and the Qingshuang Sword in his hand also burst out with blood-red light.

A solemn murderous aura enveloped hundreds of meters in radius, but all cultivators who felt Fang Lin's aura felt fear in their hearts.

Did this man come out of the dead?

Why is his murderous aura like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood?

This is momentum.

Fang Lin has experienced hundreds of battles, and was above ten thousand people before. Although his cultivation level is low now, it is not comparable to these young boys.

tread!

Fang Lin took a step slowly, which was like a heavy hammer falling on everyone's hearts.

At the same time, a feeling of death arose from the bottom of my heart.

"kill!"

The disciples of the Moon Worshiping Sect would not just wait for death. They came to their senses, roared angrily, and killed them.

No matter how weird Fang Lin is, he is only a four-star spirit body. How can he withstand the siege of ten of them?

pity.

They had never heard of Fang Lin's legend, let alone Fang Lin's name.

If they knew what kind of person Fang Lin was, they would never be so confident!

Fang Lin looked at the crazy crowd of Yue Worshiping Sect disciples and swung his sword directly.

If you don't wave it, you won't know. If you wave it, you will be shocked!

The sword intent bursting out from the Qingshuang Sword has tripled!

The moment he swung his sword, the sword energy covered him up like a surging wave.

"puff!"

Almost instantly, the few disciples of the Moon Worshiping Cult who rushed in front spit out a mouthful of bright red blood and flew backwards.

The spiritual weapons in their hands were as fragile as paper and shattered in front of the terrifying sword energy.

"So strong!"

Miao Yue's pupils shrank for a while, this level of combat power was far beyond his imagination!

Similarly, Fang Lin was also surprised.

The Qingshuang Sword, which had swallowed the essence blood of the two Spirit Emperor monsters, had undergone such a huge change.

Where is this ordinary mysterious weapon?

However, the surprise lasted only a moment.

Now that Fang Lin has decided to take action, he will show no mercy!

"Take your life!"

He roared angrily, sounding in all directions, and took a step forward at the same time.

Although it was only one step, it was as fast as a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the man kneeling to him.

Fang Lin's eyes flashed with cold light, and he stabbed directly with his sword without hesitation!

"No! Don't kill me!"

The man screamed in alarm and quickly held the spiritual weapon in his hand in front of him.

But, can it be stopped?

Bang!

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the spiritual weapon in the man's hand exploded.

The Qingshuang Sword drove straight in, turned into a ray of green light, and pierced directly into his heart.

A heartbreaking pain came from the wound. The man's pupils shrank and he looked at the wound on his chest in disbelief.

He never imagined that with his eight-star spiritual body and earth-level spiritual weapons, he could not block Fang Lin's mediocre sword!

This is not a fight, this is just a one-sided crushing!

With disbelief in his eyes, Fang Lin drew out the Qingshuang Sword, and the man suddenly collapsed, completely losing his life.

"Since you want to die, what if I help you?"

Fang Lin said lightly and glanced at Qingshuang Sword.

At this time, the man's blood was dripping down and was not absorbed by the sword body.

Perhaps, this Qingshuang Sword disliked his low cultivation level and disdained to absorb it.