Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

Hearing this, Tang Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and remained silent.

It's not that he didn't think of this.

Instead, he asked Mixingu for help once before, and wanted to join forces to kill the blood lord, but Mixingu refused.

Tang Yuan guessed that Mixingu wanted to sit on the sidelines and reap the benefits of being a fisherman.

"Let's wait until the suzerain returns to make a decision." Tang Yuan said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Wei Shan hesitated to speak, but he didn't say anything after all.

"Elder Wei, now that the sect has suffered heavy losses, you should pay more attention to the affairs of the sect."

"Well, it should be so."

Wei Shan nodded and said in a deep voice.

"Well, let's go down."

Tang Yuan waved his hand wearily.

"Elder, there is one more thing..."

"Well? What's the matter?"

Tang Yuan looked at Wei Shan who was hesitant to speak, and frowned.

"Great Elder, I would like to request to open the Corpse Soul Realm Heaven again."

Wei Shan said in a low voice.

"Why?"

Tang Yuan stared.

"Because of my apprentice."

There was a hint of relief in Wei Shan's tone.

"Your apprentice?"

Tang Yuan frowned slightly.

"Great Elder, now Yi Shui'er and Yuchitu have betrayed the sect, causing the sect to lose two monstrous geniuses. This is really a pity."

Wei Shan looked solemn, paused for a moment, and changed the topic: "But, God has mercy, our sect now has another formation genius!"

"Arrogance of Formation?"

Tang Yuan's pupils shrank slightly.

Formation is the same as alchemy, all-encompassing, if you want to practice, you need a strong talent.

A single formation at hand by a high-ranking formation mage can kill tens of millions of people.

Therefore, high-level formation masters are the same as high-level alchemists, and they are the dreams of all sects.

"Yes, this formation master is the old man's direct disciple, Liu Yunxi!"

Chapter 203 It Doesn't Rely on Good-looking Skins

In the end, Tang Yuan still did not agree to Wei Shan's request to open the Corpse Soul Realm. He was really scared by Yi Shui'er and Yuchi Tu.

Although Wei Shan patted his chest and assured that Liu Yunxi had been practicing formations with him in the sect, he was absolutely trustworthy.

But Tang Yuan still decided to wait for Li Feiyu to come back before making a decision.

...

Ten Thousand Corpse Sect, Formation Hall.

A handsome white-clothed disciple walked into the main hall, and all the disciples who came and went greeted him respectfully.

"Senior Brother Liu."

"Hello Senior Brother Liu."

Liu Yunxi nodded with a smile on her face.

Today, relying on the Hundred Sons Soul Addiction Formation and the high-level elixir left to him by Fang Mo, he has become a genius monster in the Formation Hall, and his cultivation has reached the realm of Yuan Zhe, second only to the Hall Master.

But what everyone doesn't know is that this time Soul Valley was stolen, and Yi Shui'er used to break through the formation of Soul Valley, it was from him.

Walking into his own side hall, the smile on Liu Yunxi's face gradually disappeared.

Yi Shui'er and Yuchitu have completed the task of the master and returned to the master.

But he still stayed in the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect.

Thinking of this, a trace of anxiety flashed deep in Liu Yunxi's eyes.

Now that the formations in the formation hall could no longer be seen by Liu Yunxi, the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect had nothing to cherish about him.

Moreover, the restoration of the Hundred Sons' Soul Appreciation Formation requires countless spirits, so returning to Fang Mo's side is the best choice.

"It looks like I'm going to find a chance to leave..."

Liu Yunxi narrowed her eyes slightly and whispered.

...

Outside the Blood God Temple, the devilish energy billowed, and hundreds of blood-robed demon cultivators stood awe-inspiring.

The Five Poisons Rakshasa, the Burning Demon Monarch and the Demon Boy stood at the front, their gazes looking into the distance from time to time, as if they were waiting for something.

"Lord Demon Monarch, why don't you see Senior Ghost Daoist?" The demon boy looked at Lord Fentian and asked casually.

"That old Taoist is mysterious all day long, and I don't know where he is."

Lord Fentian Mojun said lightly.

"The lord said that the ghosts are in seclusion, and no one should disturb them."

At this time, the Five Poison Rakshasa next to him suddenly spoke, his tone calm.

"Shut up?"

Lord Fentian narrowed his eyes slightly, and an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

At this time, a purple light suddenly appeared in the distance, and it came to everyone in an instant.

Three figures floated down from the purple cloud shuttle.

It was Fang Mo, Yi Shui'er and Yuchitu.

Seeing Fang Mo's return, the blood-robed demon cultivators were full of enthusiasm and shouted in unison.

"Welcome the return of the Blood Lord!"

"Master Blood Lord, your strength is boundless!"

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

The waves of air were like waves, and the sound shook the sky.

"Wow…"

Yi Shui'er opened her small mouth slightly, looking at the shocking scene in front of her in astonishment, her heart became more and more fanatical about Fang Mo.

"Hold the grass, scare me..."

Yuchitu muttered secretly, and glanced at Fang Mo in awe.

Fang Mo ignored the shock of Yi Shui'er and the two, nodded slightly to the crowd of blood-robed demon cultivators, and then walked straight towards the Blood Temple.

Wudu Luocha looked at Yi Shui'er, who was following Fang Mo, with a strange look in her beautiful eyes.

What a delicate woman.

This should also be a confidante of the master.

Thinking of this, Wudu Luocha glanced at Fang Mo's back.

For some unknown reason, her face suddenly turned red.

Just when Fang Mo stepped into the hall, everyone felt a red glow flashing in front of them, and there was a beautiful woman in Fang Mo's arms.

Bloody red dress, skin white as jade.

Waist-length hair and an alluring face.

"What a beautiful woman..."

Even Yi Shui'er, who is also a woman, couldn't help letting out a soft sigh.

But the Five Poison Rakshasa was not too surprised, she had met Wan'er before.

Mojun Fentian looked at Wan'er in Fang Mo's arms, and frowned slightly. He felt a strange aura from this blood skirt girl, and couldn't remember what it was for a while.

"Master, Wan'er misses you..."

Wan'er hugged Fang Mo tightly, raised her little head, and looked at Fang Mo with her big pure eyes, ignoring other people's gazes.

In her world, Fang Mo is her everything.

Fang Mo felt the softness in his arms, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Hey, I still have something to do, you should go back to the side hall first."

Fang Mo looked directly into Wan'er's pure eyes, and spoke slowly.

"Uh-huh."

Wan'er nodded understandingly.

Looking at Wan'er's brisk back, Fang Mo was thoughtful.

It seems that Wan'er has grown a lot during this time.

Immediately, Fang Mo walked slowly to the high seat.

"How is the refining of the Blood Yuan Pill going?"

Fang Mo said lightly.

"My lord, during this period of time, the refining of the Blood Yuan Pill went very smoothly, and the Heavenly Sword Sect didn't resist too much."