Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

Fang Mo nodded slightly, and then gestured to the blood-robed demon cultivator behind him.

"Bring him back."

Seeing Meng Fan being dragged away, Fang Mo slowly turned his head and cast his gaze on Ouyang Yuan and others in the distance.

Ouyang Yuan's face suddenly turned pale, the hairs all over his body stood on end, trembling unceasingly.

The hundreds of Primordial Realm cultivators behind them didn't dare to breathe, their faces full of despair.

"You people, why don't you stay in the foggy city and wait for your death? You have to come here to die..."

Fang Mo sighed softly, revealing a touch of regret in his tone.

Hearing this, Ouyang Yuan's face was ashamed.

The three monks at the ninth level of Yuanshi realm from the headquarters can only be ruled by the blood master!

How could he be so strong!

why!

Ouyang Yuan couldn't help shouting in his heart.

"Wait! Lord Blood Lord! Don't kill me, I am willing to surrender to you!"

"Yes, Lord Blood Lord, the little one is willing to surrender!"

"I beg Lord Blood Lord to let me go!"

At this time, the psychological defenses of those monks completely collapsed, and they kept kneeling towards Fang Mo and begging for mercy.

Even Baihua's grandma dropped her dragon-headed crutch at this time, knelt tremblingly on the ground, begging for her life.

"You... what are you doing! Grandma Baihua, you are so confused!"

Ouyang Yuan looked at the people kneeling behind him, feeling angry.

"Do you think this devil will let you go if you kneel down and beg for mercy!"

"He won't let you go!"

Ouyang Yuan pointed at Fang Mo and cursed loudly.

He has given up.

"Hehe, you are right, I really have no intention of letting you go."

Fang Mo smiled lightly.

"You devil, you can't share the hatred of killing your son! This old man won't give in!"

Ouyang Yuan roared.

"Then go to die."

As soon as the words fell, a blood-colored tentacle as thick as an arm penetrated directly into Ouyang Yuan's abdomen.

"Ho..."

Ouyang Yuan looked at the bloody tentacles on his abdomen in disbelief, and a painful whimper sounded from his throat.

And in the next second, Ouyang Yuan's eyes widened, and the bloody tentacle came out of his mouth!

"Oh!"

Immediately afterwards, Ouyang Yuan turned into a cloud of blood mist, which drifted away with the wind.

The president of the Xinghai Chamber of Commerce in the Far West fell.

This bloody scene made the audience dead silent.

"killed."

Fang Mo said two words lightly, then turned and left expressionlessly.

...

Blood Temple.

In the dark hall, two blood-stained figures were chained and hung in the center of the hall, blood still dripping.

"Blood...Master Blood Lord, how can you let me go?"

Meng Fan opened his eyes and looked at Fang Mo with difficulty, his eyes were full of begging.

At this time, he no longer had the arrogance of outsiders, and only wanted to live humblely.

If he had known that there was such a 'monster' in this cage, he would not have taken over this task if he was killed.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.

For him now, life and death depend on Fang Mo's thought.

"This seat wants to know about the outside world."

Fang Mo said lightly.

"Blood...Master Blood Lord, what do you want to know?"

Meng Fan asked cautiously.

"Tell me about the sect..."

"Lord Blood Lord, the Tianbei Territory is vast and has many sects. But the most powerful one belongs to the one temple, two halls, and three palaces in the central part of the Tianbei Territory."

"One temple, two halls, three palaces?"

Hearing this, Fang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yes, the first temple refers to the Dachan Temple, the second temple refers to the Jiusha Temple and the Blood Soul Temple, and the third temple refers to the Yinshen Palace, Haotian Palace and Xiaoyao Palace." Meng Fan said solemnly.

"These six sects are the six strongest sects in the Northern Territory today, and the suzerains all exist in Yuan Zunjing."

"Yuan Zunjing..."

Fang Mo whispered, and a gleam burst out of his eyes.

Sure enough, this caged place is completely different from the outside world. Let alone Yuan Zunjing, even Yuanwangjing is the only one here.

But he believes that as long as he gets out of this cage, sooner or later he will truly descend upon the world.

Seeing that Fang Mo didn't speak, Meng Fan continued: "Among them, the Dachan Temple is a little special, it belongs to Buddhist practice, and basically does not participate in the battles between sects."

Hearing this, Fang Mo raised his eyebrows.

Buddhism?

He had seen records of Buddhist cultivation in ancient books, and thought that the inheritance was broken, but he did not expect that there were Buddhist cultivation in the outside world.

"The Yinshen Palace is also quite special, belonging to the alchemy sect. Although the suzerain of the Yinshen Palace is only a strong Yuanjun, its status is far superior to the other sects."

Meng Fan said in a low voice.

"kindness."

Fang Mo nodded slightly, generally Dao of alchemy is more popular.

"By the way, how many people are there in these major sects?" Fang Mo said suddenly.

"Except for Yinshen Palace and Dachan Temple, which have fewer people, probably less than 300 million people, the other sects have close to tens of millions of disciples."

Meng Fan said truthfully.

Hearing this, Fang Mo couldn't help showing a hint of shock.

The five major sects in the Far West have a total of more than 200 million disciples.

There are so many disciples in the six major sects of the Tianbei Territory alone...

Fang Mo's eyes sparkled brightly.

"Then roughly how many people are there in the entire Tianbei Territory..."

There was a trace of excitement in Fang Mo's voice.

Hearing this, Meng Fan was startled.

As if he had thought of something, his pupils narrowed sharply, and he looked at Fang Mo in shock.

"The entire Tianbei Territory has about... a population of [-] billion..."

"A population of [-] billion..."

Fang Mo was stunned.

For a long time, he laughed silently.

But in Meng Fan's eyes, that smile was as cruel as the Nine Nether Demons.

"Fine, you can die."

Chapter 260 Chu Qian's Means

"You...you can't kill me, I've told you everything, I've told you everything you want to know!"

Meng Fan looked at Fang Mo with fear on his face.

He doesn't want to die.

Fang Mo remained indifferent, and gently raised his hand towards Meng Fan.

Meng Fan felt his whole body was enveloped by an invisible force, unable to move.

Immediately afterwards, he was horrified to find that the blood in his body was gushing out of his body uncontrollably, converging into a torrent of blood and rushing towards Fang Mo.

"You... you can't kill me... Will the Xinghai Chamber of Commerce let you go!"

"You...you have no idea what kind of existence the Xinghai Chamber of Commerce is in the Tianbei Territory..."

"Please, don't kill me..."

Meng Fan trembled all over, speaking incoherently.

At this time, the skin of his whole body had become shriveled and wrinkled, and he looked like a dying old man.

"I don't need to know."