Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

The next moment, Jian Yi's body suddenly started to burn, and his whole body was instantly submerged in dazzling golden flames.

After a few breaths, only a pile of ashes remained on the ground.

"Sword One!"

Baihong looked at the pile of ashes with a livid face.

A strong man at the ninth level of Yuan Zhe Realm died like this.

This is the sect's strong background!

This is a heavy loss for Tianjianzong!

This scene also chilled the hearts of the surrounding Heavenly Sword Sect disciples, and their complexions changed drastically.

Fang Mo ignored the pile of ashes on the ground, but glanced at the thousands of disciples of Tianjianzong, with a trace of cruelty on the corner of his mouth.

"killed."

As the voice fell, the Five Poison Rakshasa and the Demon Boy instantly turned into two beams of light and rushed towards the crowd of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"Fang Mo, how dare you!"

Bai Hong roared angrily, then turned his head to look at the hundreds of strong swordsmen behind him.

"Stop them!"

Following Baihong's order, hundreds of sword cultivators rushed towards the Five Poison Rakshasa and the demon boy with unparalleled sword intent.

The so-called pull a hair and move the whole body.

As soon as the hundreds of sword cultivators in Tianjianzong moved, the hundreds of blood-robed demon cultivators behind Fang Mo also moved.

Boundless demon energy poured into the square like a tide.

In an instant, the sky was dark and the earth trembled.

The magic energy is billowing, and the sword energy is soaring to the sky.

On the battlefield, the demon boy turned into a towering giant with a height of hundreds of feet, with fierce eyes, and dozens of people were crushed to a pulp as soon as he stepped on it.

And the Five Poison Rakshasa is even more weird, relying on his agility, he walks in the battlefield, constantly waving his sleeves lightly, and waving endless green mist.

Every time he waved his sleeves, the disciples of Tianjianzong would fall down.

Those who fell, without exception, all had black skin, rotting bodies, and their death conditions were horrific.

Due to the strange poison technique of the Five Poison Rakshasa, those swordsmen can only protect themselves, for fear that they will accidentally be poisoned.

They watched thousands of Tianjianzong disciples being continuously slaughtered.

...

On the other side, Jian Er in the ghost fog was disheveled at the moment, looking like a madman, slashing at the air continuously with his sword.

Surrounded by countless ghosts, there was a penetrating "clack" sound.

"Jie Jie, I've had enough fun, you little doll's soul, the Taoist accepts it."

The ghost Taoist showed a dark smile, and then threw out a jet-black skull.

The skull landed on top of Jian Er's head, but Jian Er didn't realize it, and continued to slash wildly.

"Jian Er, wake up!"

Baihong's complexion changed and he gave a loud shout.

But this thunderous sound did not wake up Jian Er.

Immediately afterwards, the skull on top of Jian Er's head trembled violently, and endless black air gushed out from the skull's mouth, submerging Jian Er.

There was no screaming, no howling, only the black air churned, and a translucent figure was slowly sucked into the skull.

As the translucent figure was absorbed, Jian Er's body was limp on the ground without a sound.

"Gaba..."

The skull's mouth opened and closed.

Then fly back to the hands of ghosts.

"That's right, the soul of the ninth level of the Primordial Realm, Jie Jie..."

The ghost Taoist put away the skull with a smile.

Not far away, Baihong's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he remained silent.

Now what he was thinking about was not the fall of the two Yuan Zhe realm nine layers, but his own safety.

Looking at Lord Fentian and Daoist Gui in front of him, Bai Hong already had the idea of ​​retreating in his heart.

Facing these two peerless fierce monsters, he has no chance of winning.

With the formation I have prepared this time, it is impossible to have any surprises.

But the accident still happened, not only that, Tianjianzong also suffered heavy losses.

Who would have thought that the two peerless demons, Lord Fentian and Daoist Gui, would be born again.

damn it!

How did Fang Mo do it!

Bai Hong glanced at Fang Mo, cursing inwardly.

No, I can't wait any longer!

must go!

Bai Hong saw Lord Fentian and the Taoist ghost slowly approaching him.

At this moment, he could no longer care about other things, such as disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect or those with a strong background in the sect, the most important thing is to escape by himself.

"Fang Mo, the old man admits that he underestimated you and caused heavy losses to our sect."

"But you won't be proud for long, the day the suzerain leaves the customs, is the time when you, the devil, give the head!"

After Bai Hong finished speaking harshly, he activated the space scroll in his hand.

A white light flashed, but Bai Hong still stood in place.

Bai Hong was a little confused.

He glanced at Fang Mo, then at Mojun Fentian and Daoist Gui, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

Chapter 190

Fang Mo looked at the helpless Bai Hong, his eyes were full of mischief.

"Jie Jie...Little baby, are you waiting for us to see you off?"

The ghost Taoist said sadly.

Hearing this, Baihong's complexion became extremely ugly, and his heart was extremely anxious.

Damn it, how did this space scroll fail? !

"Fang Mo, do you really want to live forever with our Heavenly Sword Sect?!"

Bai Hong looked at the Fentian Mojun and the ghost Taoist who were getting closer and closer, and his voice was stern.

"Hehe, immortal?"

Fang Mo sneered.

Then he stared at Baihong closely, and said word by word: "I want no grass to grow in the Tianjianzong territory."

There was a bit of chill in the calm voice.

As soon as these words came out, even Mojun Fentian and Gui Daoist were shocked.

"You...you inhuman lunatic! Crazy devil!"

Bai Hong cursed angrily.

"Whether it's a devil or a lunatic, I will eventually reach the peak!...Unfortunately, you won't see that day...haha..."

Fang Mo looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, recklessly.

In this wild laughter, Bai Hong was overwhelmed by countless ghosts.

In an instant, the ghost mist billowed, the flames shot out, and the sword energy soared into the sky.

Fang Mo walked towards Fang Long calmly.

"My dear brother, no one bothers us now."

Fang Mo looked down at Fang Long.

"you you…"

Fang Long opened his mouth wide, his eyes full of horror.

Fang Mo's strength has completely exceeded his cognition.

So many Yuan Zhejing powerhouses respect it as their master and are driven by it.

Among them, there is even a peerless powerhouse who can rival the Great Elder.

Is this still the big brother who was abolished by himself three years ago?

For a long time, Fang Long believed that even if Fang Mo was rescued by the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect and joined the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect, he was just a struggling outer disciple at the bottom of the sect.

I am different, not only an inner disciple of Tianjianzong, but also reached the seventh level of Yuanling Realm through the daughter of an elder of Tianjianzong.

The two are destined to be people from two worlds. When they meet again, won't it be easy to avenge the murder of their father?

But Fang Long realized today that the two of them are indeed far apart now, but the mud is himself...

Hehe, at the seventh level of the Yuanling Realm?

Fang Mo's subordinates are all at the Primordial Realm!

"Brother, I was wrong, because I am your younger brother, please spare my life!"

Fang Long lay on the ground, begging all over his face.