Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

As the great elder of Tianjianzong, he felt fear for the first time.

This young man named Fang Mo is too evil!

The growth rate is terrifying.

In the dark, Bai Hong felt that this son would definitely become a nightmare for the entire cultivation world in the future.

I am doomed today.

However, this news must be passed on, and let the other major sects join forces to kill this son with all their strength!

Thinking of this, Bai Hong took out the sound transmission jade talisman and crushed it severely.

In the next second, Baihong's complexion became even more ugly.

The sound transmission jade talisman did not respond.

"Humph."

At this moment, Fang Mo snorted coldly.

Countless bloody tentacles protruded from the sea of ​​blood, rolling up Baihong and the hundreds of strong sword repairmen like scarlet lightning.

"It's time to end."

Fang Mo's tone was cold as he watched those sword masters who were constantly struggling.

As soon as the words fell, the bodies of those strong swordsmen shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Fang... Mo, you are so cruel and bloodthirsty, you will definitely... be punished by heaven!"

Baihong roared ferociously.

Fang Mo's eyes were indifferent, and he turned a deaf ear.

After a few breaths, Baihong and those hundreds of strong swordsmen turned into mummies and fell from the sky.

This scene made the audience silent.

The blood-robed demon cultivators looked at Fang Mo frantically.

This is their master!

The supreme being who can torture and kill the great elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect!

"Master Blood Lord, your strength is boundless!"

"Slay gods and demons, I am the only one!"

The thunderous voice sounded again, hitting Jiuxiao directly.

On the other hand, the rest of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples looked ashen, and their eyes were full of despair.

Fang Mo glanced blankly, and said softly:

"killed."

...

An hour later.

By the Broken Soul River, Fang Mo stood with his hands behind his back.

The Five Poison Rakshasa and the demon boy stood behind him respectfully.

They were holding a shriveled corpse in each hand, they were Fang Long and Lin Feng.

"Throw it down."

Fang Mo's tone was calm.

"Yes."

With the sound of falling into the water twice, the body sank to the bottom of the river.

Fang Mo stared at the Duanhun River expressionlessly, and remained silent for a long time.

The Five Poison Rakshasa and the Demon Boy both looked tense, not daring to show their breath.

a long time,

"Let's go."

Following Fang Mo's voice, the three disappeared by the Duanhun River.

...

A few days later, the entire practice world set off a shocking wave.

The Great Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect has fallen.

Hundreds of powerful people from the Heavenly Sword Sect died.

The news caused countless people to stand there in shock, terrified.

The Great Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect was killed?

This is something that has never happened in millennia.

Moreover, he was killed by a demonic person, the consequences can be imagined.

The minds of countless practitioners are covered with a haze.

The practice world is about to change.

I'm afraid the battle between good and evil is about to start again...

And Fang Mo's name resounded throughout the entire cultivation world.

Including his life, origin, deeds...

In less than a year, he stirred up the situation, became an abandoned disciple of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect, slaughtered millions of people, and achieved the title of Blood Lord.

This time even the Great Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect died in his hands.

A monstrous genius, a bloodthirsty butcher, a lord of demons, a perennial evildoer, a disaster in the practice world...

A series of titles were crowned on Fang Mo's head.

For a while, Fang Mo, the blood master, became a taboo.

...

Heavenly Sword Sect.

At this time, the Heavenly Sword Sect was lifeless.

Every Heavenly Sword Sect disciple had a hint of hesitation and anxiety on their faces.

Elder Hall.

Dozens of elders remained silent, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

"Gu Xuan, you... what do you think my sect should do now?"

Mei Yuxin's voice was a little hoarse and tired.

"Hehe... what to do... the Great Elder is dead, what else can you say?"

Gu Xuan smiled miserably.

As soon as these words came out, the hall became more and more silent.

The death of the Great Elder caused Tianjianzong to suffer an unprecedented heavy blow, and even lost nearly half of the powerful people in the background.

Now the suzerain has not left the customs, the great elder has died, and the Heavenly Sword Sect has no leader. For the time being, Mei Yuxin and Gu Xuan will jointly manage the sect's affairs.

But the two of them were also helpless, and there was nothing they could do.

Facing the blood lord Fang Mo who can kill the Great Elder, what else can he do?

"Please leave the customs, the suzerain."

Mei Yu said heartily.

"No, last time Taoist Wuxin's death alarmed the suzerain to retreat, causing the suzerain to be furious. In order not to be disturbed, the suzerain chose to retreat..."

Gu Xuan shook his head slightly, his tone helpless.

"The suzerain doesn't leave the customs, who can deal with the blood lord?!" Mei Yuxin asked loudly.

"For the current plan, we can only defend temporarily, recall all the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and wait for the suzerain to leave the customs."

"As for the cities within my sect's territory, alas... it can only be left to God's will."

Gu Xuan let out a long sigh with a miserable tone.

Who would have thought that Tianjianzong, the head of the five sects, would be forced to such a point now.

Who would have thought that the instigator of all this turned out to be a young man who had been practicing for less than a year.

"Blood Lord...Fang Mo..."

Gu Xuan whispered to himself, his eyes full of fear.

...

Ten Thousand Corpse Sect.

"Fang Mo..."

Great Elder Tang Yuan couldn't hide the shock on his expression, but a trace of joy flashed in his eyes.

Fortunately, I made a correct choice and waited and watched.

Otherwise, I am afraid that the one who will perish will be himself.

Tang Yuan's eyes were complicated, he was right in his prediction, Fang Mo's son is a monster that is rarely seen in ten thousand years.

And now Fang Mo has grown to a terrifying height.

If he is not killed now, I am afraid that it will not be long before no one in the entire practice world can stop him.

Tang Yuan took a deep breath and said to himself in a deep voice:

"Sect Master, if you don't come back again, this practice world will really change..."