Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

Fang Mo said coldly.

"you!"

Fang Tianao's eyes widened angrily.

Fang Mo didn't give him another chance, he clenched his bloody hands tightly, and Fang Tianao instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Fang Mo watched the blood mist dissipate expressionlessly, without the pleasure of revenge as imagined, and his heart was peaceful.

Chu Yunhai, on the other hand, looked at the cloud of blood mist with complicated eyes. The opponent who had fought for half his life just disappeared...

Suddenly, Fang Mo's complexion changed drastically, his hair stood on end, and the blood shadow step was launched to the limit. In the next second, the place where Fang Mo was just now was pierced by a sharp sword energy.

"call…"

Looking at the pothole pierced by the sword energy, Fang Mo panted slightly with lingering fear.

If it was another second at night, he would definitely be pierced by that sword energy.

At this time, above the sky outside the formation, a white-haired old man sat on a huge white crane, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his hand again and waved a sword energy at the Hundred Sons Soul-thirsty Formation below.

The sword energy rose against the wind, and in a blink of an eye, it was tens of feet in size and struck the formation.

The Hundred Sons Soul Appreciation Formation was broken open forcefully, and the darkness dissipated, revealing the two people in the formation.

Fang Mo looked gloomyly at the formation plate in his hand that was about to be broken into two sections.

Chu Yunhai looked around in a daze.

"What a vicious formation!"

The white-haired old man looked at the shriveled corpses all over the ground, his tone slightly angry.

Hearing the sound, the two discovered the old man in the sky.

"A mere demon cultivator dares to be so rampant in the territory of Tianjianzong!"

The white-haired old man scolded Fang Mo angrily.

As the words fell, a terrifying coercion descended, Fang Mo's eyes were full of horror, and he couldn't move.

Yuanli stagnated, and his whole body seemed to be imprisoned.

What kind of terrifying cultivation is this old man?

Yuan Zhejing?

At this moment, the immortal blood lotus in Fang Mo's dantian slowly turned, and a ray of extremely mysterious aura filled the whole body. With the appearance of that aura, the terrifying coercion was instantly offset...

At this moment, the old man slowly raised his hand,

"Wait, senior!"

Feeling the killing intent on the old man, Fang Mo spoke with difficulty.

Seeing the old man's movements, Fang Mo paused, and continued: "Senior, I'm not killing innocent people indiscriminately. If it wasn't for my fate, I would have died three years ago. I'm just taking revenge now!"

"Hmph, don't make excuses, Moxiu will die!"

Chapter 27

As soon as the white-haired old man finished speaking, a cyan sword light shot out from the white-haired old man's fingertips.

Fang Mo's face turned pale instantly, and he realized that he was once again tightly bound by an invisible force.

Seeing the cyan sword light galloping towards him, Fang Mo was terrified. This was the biggest crisis he had ever encountered, and he seemed to be able to smell the breath of death.

He could only frantically call for the immortal blood lotus in his dantian.

As if sensing Fang Mo's situation at this time, the immortal blood lotus spun again, and a mysterious aura swam through the whole body again.

The sword light approached in an instant, and at the very moment, Fang Mo turned half of his body sideways, and the sword light penetrated his shoulder.

Fang Mo snorted and covered his shoulders.

Fortunately, the key point was avoided.

Fang Mo showed the expression of the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man above gave a light sigh.

A small third-level monk in the Yuanling Realm was able to break through the coercion of the Primordial Realm.

"It's really weird."

After finishing speaking, the white-haired old man held Fang Moling empty.

Fang Mo's body was instantly held by a terrifying force, and he rose into the air little by little.

A deep sense of powerlessness swept over his body, and he felt like meat on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

This sense of powerlessness drove Fang Mo crazy.

Like a ignited fuse, rage swept through Fang Mo's body, but he couldn't move his body, so he could only stare fiercely at the white-haired old man with scarlet eyes.

"Tell me, what's your secret?"

The old man looked at Fang Mo in the air, ignored his fury, and said indifferently.

Fang Mo just stared at the old man bitterly, without opening his mouth.

Seeing this, the old man said unhurriedly: "If you can avoid my attack once at the third level of the Yuanling Realm, and you can break through my confinement, you must have a secret in you. Tell me, and you will abolish your cultivation, and I will spare you!" One life."

The words are lofty, abolishing one's self-cultivation, and sparing someone's life is like a gift.

Fang Mo felt desolate in his heart. He thought that after obtaining the Wanhua Blood Tome, a road to become a strong man lay before him.

Unexpectedly, not only did the enemy survive, but he would also die here today.

Thinking of this, Fang Mo's eyes were scarlet, and the veins on his face were bulging. He hissed, "If you don't die, you will definitely destroy the Heavenly Sword Sect in the future!"

"Hmph, brazen! Since you're so stubborn, I'll give you a death sentence, and then I'll reveal your secret myself!"

After finishing speaking, he slapped Fang Mo with his palm.

Looking at the palm prints coming from the sky, Fang Mo instinctively closed his eyes.

"Jie Jie... Such a good seedling actually let me meet, God help me!"

A gloomy voice came from all directions.

With the sound, the pressure on Fang Mo's body suddenly disappeared, and then he was pulled by a strong force.

When Fang Mo opened his eyes again, he had already landed on the ground.

The scene in front of him made him bewildered, and he saw a huge figure more than two meters tall in black armor standing in front of him.

What shocked Fang Mo the most was that the pressure on him from this huge figure was not weaker than that of the white-haired old man of Jianzong that day!

The huge figure was entwined with wisps of gray air, and the whole body was covered by armor. Only a small amount of skin was exposed, but the exposed skin turned out to be blue-gray!

"Bold! Who are you!"

The white-haired old man's face darkened slightly.

The armored man remained motionless.

The white-haired old man looked at the gray aura around the armored man, as if he had sensed something, he frowned and said, "Corpse aura?"

At this moment, a crooked figure appeared in Taniguchi.

Looking at the hunched figure, the white-haired old man finally showed a trace of solemnity on his face.

The visitor was covered in black robes, and within a few flashes he had already arrived in front of Fang Mo.

Under the hood of the man in black, there was always a layer of black mist. Fang Mo couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but felt a cold breath sweeping his whole body, and his meridians seemed to be frozen.

Fang Mo subconsciously operated the immortal blood lotus to eliminate this breath.

"Well, it's not bad to be so ruthless at such a young age with such a strong bloody atmosphere."

The hoarse voice of the man in black rang in Fang Mo's ears.

Then the black-robed man turned to the white-haired old man and said, "You can go."

The white-haired old man frowned and looked at the man in black,

"The Ten Thousand Corpse Sect?"

"Hey, since you know my identity, why don't you leave quickly? Why, are you still planning to eliminate demons and defend the way?"

The white-haired old man was furious and said: "You dare to be so rampant in our Tianjianzong territory, you Wanshizong are so brave!"

The man in black didn't talk nonsense. With a wave of his hand, the armored man rushed towards the white-haired old man as if he had received an order.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man didn't dare to be careless, opened his right hand slightly, and a long sword with golden light appeared in his hand.

With the influx of Yuanli, the golden sword flashed golden light in an instant, and the old man held the golden sword and flew towards the armored man.

Seeing the golden sword stabbing towards the chest, the armored man couldn't even avoid it.

"Zheng!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

Looking at the dark armor covering the armor man's chest, the white-haired old man cursed secretly.

As soon as it was touched, the white-haired old man dodged to avoid the giant fist waved by the armored man.

The white-haired old man opened the distance, and slashed out a golden sword aura with his sword. The sword aura hit the armored man like scratching an itch, and it had no effect except for a little spark.

Seeing this, the old man's complexion was ashen, and he continued to shoot out sword energy, but he couldn't help the armored man who was covered in armor.

Unexpectedly, the armored man seemed to be enraged, and roared to the sky, the sound was like the howling of some kind of wild animal.

Fang Mo's face was pale, and his head felt as if he had been hit hard by a hammer, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

So powerful!

Fang Mo was extremely shocked. Is this the strength of Yuan Zhejing? Just the aftermath of the battle, he was seriously injured.

The black robe next to him felt something, and waved his hand to lay down a barrier, then turned to look at Fang Mo and said, "Use Yuan power to protect the ear veins."

Fang Mo could only follow suit.

Looking at the man in black robe beside him, Fang Mo's face was cloudy and uncertain. He didn't know what the man in black robe was trying to save him. It seemed that the man in black robe was not a good man or woman. What if he just got out of the tiger's mouth and fell into the wolf's den...