Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

Mei Yuxin stepped into the side hall, looking nervously at the dark red figure sitting in the hall.

"Heavenly Sword Sect sent you here, why are you looking for me?"

Fang Mo put down the teacup in his hand, and looked at Mei Yuxin indifferently.

Mei Yuxin looked at Fang Mo with a hint of shock in her eyes.

As expected, the Blood Lord was young, just as the legend said.

It's unbelievably terrifying to be able to kill an existence in the Yuanshi realm at such a young age.

"I beg... I beg the Blood Master to let the Heavenly Sword Sect go!" Mei Yuxin looked at Fang Mo and said with some difficulty.

"Oh? Why did I release the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

Fang Mo looked at Mei Yuxin playfully.

"This... this... Blood Lord, you have slaughtered hundreds of millions of people in the Heavenly Sword Sect, isn't that enough?!"

Thinking of the dead cities in the Heavenly Sword Sect, Mei Yu unconsciously raised her voice.

"not enough."

Fang Mo said lightly.

"you!"

The indifferent voice instantly ignited the anger in Mei Yuxin's heart, and she couldn't care less about fear at this moment.

"You devil! Are you really not afraid of heaven's retribution for such a massacre!"

"Aren't you afraid of being haunted by countless dead souls day and night!!"

Mei Yu scolded Fang Mo hoarsely.

"Hehe, Heavenly Dao?"

Fang Mo sneered.

"What can heaven do to me?"

"Fang Mo, one day, someone will take you, the devil!"

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Mei Yu's heart flew out.

"Is this how you beg for help?"

Fang Mo looked at Mei Yuxin on the ground indifferently.

"I don't like it."

Mei Yuxin covered her face, staring at Fang Mo fiercely, without saying a word.

"Kneel down and crawl over, this seat may consider your request."

Fang Mo looked at Mei Yuxin, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

"you!"

Mei Yu glared at Fang Mo heartily.

She is a majestic elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, she has never suffered such humiliation.

"Think carefully, the life and death of the Heavenly Sword Sect is in your mind right now."

Fang Mo's words were like whispers of a devil, lingering in Mei Yuxin's ears.

When Mei Yuxin heard the words, the anger in her heart was instantly extinguished as if being poured by ice water.

Yes, I represent the entire Heavenly Sword Sect now!

No, I can't ruin the entire Heavenly Sword Sect because of a moment of anger!

Even if his request is too much, I have to bear it!

Thinking of this, Mei Yuxin closed her eyes in pain, knelt down suddenly, and moved her knees towards Fang Mo little by little.

Not long after, Mei Yuxin climbed up in front of Fang Mo.

"Blood...Master Blood Lord, please let Heaven Sword Sect go..." Mei Yuxin's voice was full of humiliation.

Hearing this, Fang Mo raised his hand slowly, stroked Mei Yuxin's long hair, and said softly:

"It's impossible for me to let the Heavenly Sword Sect go. This has nothing to do with good or evil, right or wrong, but to fulfill a promise."

Chapter 233 Greetings from the Xinghai Chamber of Commerce

"You contradict your promise!!"

Mei Yuxin's eyes were red, and she glared at Fang Mo.

"I am going to kill you!!"

As she said that, Mei Yu made a gesture to make a move, but was horrified to find that her body was imprisoned and unable to move.

Fang Mo looked at Mei Yuxin who was constantly struggling and cursing, with a smile on his lips.

This is the sorrow of the weak.

In front of the strong, the weak can only struggle helplessly, unable to rage.

The weak have no right to speak.

Life and death are all in the thought of the strong.

"Don't worry, Heavenly Sword Sect will soon become history..."

As he spoke, Fang Mo slowly placed his hand on top of Mei Yuxin's head.

In the next second, Mei Yuxin's eyes widened, her face full of horror.

Mei Yuxin's skin shriveled and aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just now, the beautiful woman with fair skin and still charming charm, turned into a white-haired old woman with shriveled skin and dying in the blink of an eye.

"Whoa..."

Gray and white bones were scattered all over the place.

Fang Mo just looked at the pile of bones quietly, without saying a word.

"Lord."

At this moment, the demon boy pushed open the palace door again.

The demon boy glanced at the pile of bones on the ground, and was startled.

"What's the matter?"

Fang Mo said lightly.

"My lord, the Xinghai Chamber of Commerce is here to ask for an audience." The demon boy said respectfully.

"Xinghai Chamber of Commerce?"

Fang Mo frowned.

"Yes, led by the young president of the Xinghai Chamber of Commerce."

"Haha, interesting."

Fang Mo chuckled, got up and left the side hall.

"Clean up the floor."

Walking to the gate of the palace, Fang Mo turned his head to remind him.

"Yes."

...

In the awe-inspiring hall, there stood four somewhat awkward figures.

It was Ouyang Feng, Liu Yanxin and the two old men in brocade clothes from Xinghai Chamber of Commerce.

Ouyang Feng looked around the hall carefully, with a trace of fear in his eyes.

The blood mist lingered, filled with demonic energy.

The air here made him a little suffocated.

Liu Yanxin on the side looked around curiously, especially when she saw the Blood Jade Panlong Chair above the high position, her beautiful eyes were even more radiant.

She could even imagine the shocking scene of the blood lord sitting on the blood chair, waving his big hand, ordering the world's demon cultivators.

Powerful, mysterious, ruthless...

As the branch president of the Xinghai Chamber of Commerce, Liu Yanxin has a noble status and a proud heart. All along, no man has ever really caught her eye.

But the unmasked blood master managed to arouse Liu Yanxin's strong curiosity.

She licked the corner of her mouth lightly, and she felt more and more anticipation for this mysterious blood lord in her heart.

Suddenly, a strange blood mist appeared on the high seat.

Several people stared at the strange blood mist, looking a little nervous.

After all, this is the old lair of the blood lord, and even the slightest movement will make people tremble with fear.

The blood mist dissipated, and Fang Mo sat expressionlessly on the bloody chair.

His cold and handsome face and his aura like yuan surprised several people.

Ouyang Feng looked at Fang Mo in front of him with complicated eyes, and merged him slowly with the figure in his memory.

In just one year, he has grown to become a well-deserved strongest in the Far West.

What kind of terrifying monster is this!

Liu Yanxin's beautiful eyes on the side stared at Fang Mo even more closely, with an inexplicable gleam in his eyes.

Is this the Blood Lord that everyone fears outside?

very young…