Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

Has the current practice world forgotten the fear of being dominated by flames? !

How dare you offend yourself like this, you are courting death!

In the next second, endless flames burst out from the body of the Burning Demon Lord, looking from a distance, he looked like a giant of flames.

"Burning Heaven Fist!"

Although Lord Fentian was furious, he did not underestimate the enemy, and directly used his famous stunt.

After all, the guy who was able to get here and force him out must have a lot of strength.

The huge golden fist print, like the sun, blazes into the sky.

Wherever it passes, the space melts and the void appears.

"Oh!"

The golden fist directly shattered a blood-colored tentacle, and slammed towards Fang Mo at an unabated speed.

Looking at the bloody sky, Mojun Fentian showed a contemptuous smile.

But in the next second, his smile froze on his face.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the golden fist seal shattered.

"This…"

Lord Fentian looked at the golden light dissipating all over the sky, his eyes were full of shock.

What is the origin of this guy, to be able to receive his own Burning Fist!

The reality did not give Mojun Fentian too much time to guess, and a ferocious tentacle attacked him again.

Seeing this, Lord Fentian's complexion changed slightly.

I saw flames surging all over his body again, stepping lightly on the ground, and jumping up.

"Ignorant boy, you have successfully angered me!"

In mid-air, the Fentian Mojun's face was livid, and terrifying flame fluctuations condensed in his body.

Chapter 183 Surrender

I saw Lord Fentian stretching out his huge flaming palm, and firmly strangled the bloody tentacle.

Seeing the bloody tentacles struggling constantly, Mojun Fentian frowned slightly.

What the hell is this?

The whole body is scarlet, the blood tendons are twisted, and it exudes a palpitating bloodthirsty atmosphere; it looks slippery, but it has the strength of gold, stone and black iron!

Moreover, the flames attached to his giant flaming palm could even burn the air, but failed to leave a trace on the bloody tentacles.

Weird, weird.

Lord Fentian looked at Fang Mo again, and said coldly, "No matter how weird you are, this is the end of today."

After finishing speaking, the giant flaming palm suddenly exerted force, and the blood-colored tentacle instantly turned into blood mist.

"If you anger me, you will definitely not be able to survive, nor will you be able to die!"

The voice of the Burning Demon Monarch was like the ice of the Nine Serenities.

"Noisy."

Fang Mo's face showed impatience, and he waved his hand lightly.

In the next second, Fentian Demon Monarch showed a look of panic on his face.

"Do not!!"

The sky-shattering roar was drowned in countless bloody tentacles.

...

After a long time, the bloody Demon Lord Burning Heaven was rolled in front of Fang Mo by a bloody tentacle.

At this time, the Fentian Mojun was dying.

"You... who are you...?"

Lord Fentian spoke with difficulty, his tone full of fear.

He is a strong man in the ninth level of the Primordial Realm, and the ceiling of the cultivation world has been crushed by someone!

Moreover, the other party's cultivation base is obviously at the ninth level of the Primordial Realm, but why is it so powerful? ?

"My name is Blood Lord."

Fang Mo looked indifferent.

"Blood... Lord?"

Fentian Mojun's tone was a bit puzzled, obviously he had never heard of this name.

"Submit, or die."

Fang Mo coldly interrupted Mojun Fentian's thoughts.

"you…"

As soon as these words came out, Mojun Fentian's complexion became ugly.

The famous Fentian Mojun himself, even the Heavenly Sword Sect gave him some points back then, how had he ever suffered such humiliation.

"It looks like Lord Corpse, who would rather blow himself up than surrender, so I'll give you a ride."

"Wait!!"

Fentian Mojun showed panic and let out a loud roar.

What did you just hear?

Corpse Lord?

The corpse king was forced to blow himself up by this son? ?

That is a strong man of his own era...

"I... I am willing to surrender..."

Lord Fentian said tremblingly.

He doesn't want to die.

He wants to live for a long time.

"Soul fire."

Fang Mo said lightly.

Hearing this, Mojun Fentian offered his soul fire with a little humiliation.

Seeing Fang Mo put away the soul fire, the Fentian Mojun had a bleak expression, completely resigned to his fate.

...

"Raksha, what did you say about the battle situation above?"

The demon boy looked at the top of Tianyan Mountain with a worried tone.

The shocking flames that appeared on Tianyan Mountain just now made both of them terrified.

"The master is invincible."

The Five Poison Rakshasa spoke firmly, and a flash of heat flashed in his beautiful eyes.

"makes sense."

The demon boy spread out his hands and spoke briskly.

After all, the lord is a terrifying existence that can force the corpse king to self-destruct.

At this time, Fang Mo's figure appeared in the sight of the two, followed by a majestic man wearing a fire cloud suit.

"Owner!"

"Lord!"

The Five Poison Rakshasa and the demon boy knelt down on one knee.

"kindness."

Fang Mo nodded slightly.

The Five Poison Rakshasa and the demon boy took a sneak peek at the majestic man behind Fang Mo from the corner of their eyes, and the terrifying burning sensation shocked their hearts.

Lord Burning Heaven!

The level of terror towards Fang Mo in the bottom of the demon boy's heart was refreshed again, and his gaze towards Fang Mo became more respectful.

Not to mention the Five Poison Rakshasa, Fang Mo was already fanatical and obsessed.

Not long after, a purple light pierced the sky again.

...

half a month later.

Five Poison Swamp, Blood Temple.

Hundreds of blood-robed demon cultivators stood proudly without saying a word, and the entire hall was silent.

At the top of the main hall, there is a blood jade dragon chair, on which there is faint blood flow, strange and noble.

It's just that there is no one on the Blood Jade Panlong Chair at this time.

Not long after, Fang Mo walked out of the inner hall in a dark red robe, followed by the stunningly beautiful Five Poison Rakshasa.

"call…"

Fang Mo flicked his robe, and slowly sat on the Blood Jade Panlong Chair.

"Master Blood Lord, your strength is boundless!"