Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

There was no emotion in Fang Mo's calm voice.

"Wait, spare the old man's life!!"

"The old man can respect you as master!"

Feeling the rapid loss of blood in his body, the undead ancestor was full of panic.

At this time, the Undead Patriarch can't care about nephews or nephews, life is the most important thing!

"This seat does not need it."

Fang Mo turned and walked into the hall.

"Blood Lord! This old man curses you to die!!"

"The old man is waiting for you below!!"

"Woo... Please, let me go, I won't dare anymore..."

"what!!"

The Undead Patriarch was already insane, screaming and struggling unceasingly.

After half a stick of incense, only a pile of white bones remained on the ground.

Fentian Mojun and Wudu Luocha stared blankly at the pile of bones on the ground, their minds went blank.

Undead Patriarch is dead?

A generation of Yuanshi realm powerhouses fell like this? ?

This... this is incredible.

"Give the bones to Yuchitu."

A faint voice came from the hall.

"Yes."

Lord Fentian and the Five Poison Rakshasa were full of respect.

But Fang Mo's next words made Lord Fentian tremble.

"Fentian Mojun, next time, I don't want to see you appear in front of me alive again."

"Yes! Yes! The subordinate understands!"

Fentian Mojun was so frightened that he almost lay down on the ground, kowtowing constantly.

...

At the same time, the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect.

Two figures staggered and landed on Zongmen Square.

It was Li Feiyu, the suzerain who had disappeared for a long time, and the woman in palace costume beside him.

At this time, Li Feiyu's face was pale, his breath was weak, and he ignored the awe-inspiring gazes of the disciples around him. The two of them turned into streamers and galloped towards the corpse mountain.

...

In the Hall of Ten Thousand Corpses, Li Feiyu leaned expressionlessly on the high seat, closing his eyes in silence.

This trip to the Soul Hidden Mountains, I almost couldn't come back!

Who would have thought that there would be three fierce beasts at the Yuanshi Realm in the depths of the Soul Hidden Mountain Range, and the demon-forbidden formation almost collapsed, but fortunately, the demon-forbidden formation was stabilized in the end.

But the price is that half of the sect's background powerhouses have been lost!

Even himself was seriously injured.

Damn it, if it wasn't for the fact that the foundation of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect is here, and the countless cultivation resources that can be obtained by relying on the Soul Hidden Mountain Range every year, Li Feiyu would have moved the sect a long time ago!

He is not so kind to suppress some bullshit monsters for no reason.

"Why haven't the Great Elders come?"

Li Feiyu looked in the direction of the palace gate distractedly.

After half a stick of incense, Great Elder Tang Yuan and Formation Palace Master Wei Shan came late.

"Elder Wei?"

Li Feiyu glanced at Wei Shan in surprise.

In the previous Zongmen meetings, it was rare to see the master of the formation, and he was busy studying the way of the formation all day long.

But now Li Feiyu didn't care too much about it. It's always good that Elder Wei can come to the meeting.

"What about the rest?"

Li Feiyu looked at the Great Elder Tang Yuan suspiciously. Normally, all the elders should have arrived at this time.

"Uh... suzerain, this... this..."

Tang Yuan's face was pale, and his tone hesitated.

Even Wei Shan's eyes flickered.

"Elder, what's going on!"

Li Feiyu's eyes were sharp, and he gave a low drink.

"Sovereign Master, I am ashamed of my sect and my trust in the Sect Master!"

Tang Yuan fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Shan also knelt down.

Seeing this, Li Feiyu's heart sank.

"Tell me! What happened!!" Li Feiyu asked sharply.

"Sect Master, the elders of the sect are now only me and Elder Wei Shan two...two people..."

After Tang Yuan finished speaking, he slumped on the ground, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"what!!"

Li Feiyu slapped his seat and stood up.

"You say it again!"

Li Feiyu stared at Tang Yuan with murderous intent.

"Zong... There are only two elders left in Zongmen..."

Tang Yuan's voice was hoarse, and his whole body was getting older.

"Boom..."

Li Feiyu swayed and sat down on the seat.

"How... how could this be?"

Li Feiyu muttered to himself in despair.

He couldn't figure it out, he had only been away for a few months, and all the elders of the sect were dead? ?

If it wasn't for what the great elder said, Li Feiyu wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death.

Could it be that the Heavenly Sword Sect launched a massive attack?

Probably not, it is impossible for the Heavenly Sword Sect to start a war with the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect at this time, unless...

"Has Shangguanhong, the lord of the Heavenly Sword Sect, left the customs?!"

Li Feiyu looked at Tang Yuan sharply.

"Shangguanhong didn't... didn't leave the customs."

Tang Yuan shook his head slowly, with a miserable expression on his face.

"That's why, tell me quickly!"

Li Feiyu looked at the ashen-faced Tang Yuan, and was furious.

"Sovereign, it's all because of the Blood Lord..."

"Blood Lord??"

Li Feiyu frowned.

He had never heard of a blood lord.

He did know Old Gorefiend.

Seeing Li Feiyu's puzzled expression, Tang Yuan said slowly with a complex expression:

"The blood lord is Fang Mo, the abandoned disciple of our sect, and all the elders were killed by him..."

Chapter 210

"what!!"

Li Feiyu stood up with a hoot, his face full of disbelief.

Even the woman in palace costume behind him was shocked at this moment.

Fang Mo?

That Fang Mo killed all the elders of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect?

How is this possible? It is simply nonsense!

Even relying on that kind of heaven-defying secret method, he can only reach the fifth or sixth level of the Primordial Realm, how can he kill those elders? ?

"Impossible, Elder Lin Qianchao, Elder Zhenyue... These are all strong men at the seventh or eighth level of the Yuan Zhe Realm, how could they be killed by Fang Mo?!"

Li Feiyu's face turned ashen.

"Sovereign, during the few months you were away, even Baihong, the great elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, died at the hands of this son..." Tang Yuan said in a low voice.

"what!"

Li Feiyu's complexion completely changed.