Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

"I am an elite disciple of the inner sect of Blood Soul Hall, Yue Beikuang, who are you?"

Yue Beikuang stared at Fang Mo closely, and said in a deep voice.

"This seat is the person you are looking for."

Fang Mo said lightly.

"what?"

Yue Beikang was startled, but did not react.

"This seat is Fang Mo you are looking for." Fang Mo repeated calmly.

"You...you are that blood lord Fang Mo?!"

Yue Beikuang's eyes were wide open, his face full of disbelief.

I thought that the place of the cage had changed drastically, and the guy named Fang Mo was dead, but I didn't expect to appear in front of him now.

"Haha, you are that Fang Mo, God help me!"

Yue Beikang changed his previous cautious appearance, looked up to the sky and laughed.

As long as this person is brought back to the Blood Soul Palace and completes the task, he will have a chance to break through the Yuan King Realm!

How can this not make him excited.

"I want to know why the Blood Soul Palace is looking for me?"

Fang Mo glanced at the excited Yue Beikang indifferently, and said calmly.

"Hehe, when you arrive at the Blood Soul Palace, you will naturally know!"

Yue Beikuang sneered, and a majestic devilish energy swept out of his body, heading straight to the sky.

Half a step to Yuan King Realm!

"Whoosh..."

In an instant, sand and stones flew in the square, and the sky was dark.

The group of cultivators of the Blood Soul Palace hurriedly circulated their Yuanli to resist the power.

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Yue Beikuang's mouth. In this caged place, half a step of Yuan King Realm is the sky!

It is Xeon!

"Fang Mo, abolish your cultivation and capture you without a fight. I can save you from the pain of flesh and blood!"

Yue Bei laughed savagely.

Hearing this, Yi Shui'er and Linglong stood behind Fang Mo, looking at Yue Beikang as if they were dead, without saying a word.

The ghost Taoist not far away also looked at a fool.

This made Yue Beikang's face darken instantly.

This group of lowly people must deal with them well later, and let them understand that they must maintain due respect for the strong!

At this time, Fang Mo slowly raised his eyes and looked at Yue Beikang.

"Om..."

In the next second, Yue Beikuang only felt that he was in a sea of ​​blood, and the monstrous waves of blood rushed towards him, and the ghosts and gods were still wailing in his ears...

"puff!"

Yue Bei looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood, his hair was disheveled, and he knelt down on the ground.

This sudden change made the group of Blood Soul Hall cultivators freeze in place for a while, at a loss for what to do.

"You...you are Yuan King Realm!!"

Yue Beikuang didn't care about his embarrassed appearance, and looked at Fang Mo in horror.

He was very familiar with the aura just now, and it was exactly the same as the feeling of facing those true disciples in the sect.

That is the terrifying coercion of Yuan King Realm!

Yue Beikuang was sweating profusely, his hands and feet were cold.

No matter what, he never thought that the Fang Mo they were looking for turned out to be a strong Yuan King Realm!

What's even more outrageous is that the Prison Cage actually allows such a Yuan King Realm to exist!

Damn, what's the situation!

"Answer the question I just asked."

Fang Mo ignored Yue Beikang's shock and said calmly.

"You... how could you be in the Yuan King Realm?! How could this prison place allow the existence of the Yuan King Realm!"

Yue Beikang seemed not to have heard Fang Mo's words, and was still immersed in shock.

Hearing this, the faces of the group of blood soul monks suddenly turned pale, terrified.

"My patience is limited."

A trace of impatience flashed across Fang Mo's face, and he opened his fingers slightly at Yue Beikang who was on the ground.

"You... what are you going to do?!"

Yue Beikuang looked terrified and let out a loud cry.

He felt his body being slowly lifted into the air by a terrifying force.

That feeling, like a puppet being manipulated, has no power to resist, and can only help others do what they want.

"Wait, you can't kill me! I'm a disciple of Blood Soul Palace!"

Yue Beikuang shouted hoarsely in the air.

Fang Mo turned a deaf ear, raised his hand lightly, and a bloody tentacle wrapped around Yue Beikang's left arm.

"His..."

Amidst Yue Beikang's screams, the bloody tentacle forcibly tore off his arm, and the blood splattered, it was horrible.

"Answer this seat."

Fang Mo spoke calmly.

"You...you let Senior Brother Yue go! Otherwise...I will kill these two people!"

At this time, one of the group of blood soul monks walked out, his face was pale, and he was carrying two humanoid cloth bags in his hands.

Seeing this, Fang Mo looked calm and did not speak.

I saw the man trembling and slowly opening the two cloth bags.

"Fair boy?!"

"Bloodfiend?!"

The ghost Taoist not far away let out a low cry.

Even Yi Shui'er and Linglong behind Fang Mo changed their expressions slightly.

Those two people in the cloth bag were the demon boy and the blood demon old man that Fang Mo had arranged to mine.

At this time, the demon boy was covered with scars and dying, and the blood demon old man was even more miserable. His blood and red hair were sticking together, covering his face, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Seeing the reaction of Gui Taoist and others, the man was slightly relieved. It seemed that the status of the two people he had caught before was indeed not low.

A few days ago, they passed by a primordial stone mine. The two were digging primordial stones with great interest, and they caught them.

"You... you're going to let Senior Brother Yue go!"

The man strangled the demon boy and the blood demon old man by the throats with his hands, summoned up his courage and shouted at Fang Mo.

"Hehe, it's been a long time since anyone threatened me like this."

The corners of Fang Mo's mouth rose slightly, revealing a weird smile.

Hearing this, the man stared at Fang Mo closely for some unknown reason, and the strength in his hand strengthened a little.

"I appreciate your courage...but I don't like it."

As soon as the words fell, a monstrous blood power burst from Fang Mo's body, and the world was instantly filled with blood.

The terrifying coercion was like a flood, suppressing the group of blood soul monks.

"This this…"

The expressions of the group of Blood Soul Palace cultivators changed drastically, full of panic.

They can't move.

The man who threatened Fang Mo was even more horrified, his hands remained in the posture of strangling his neck, unable to move an inch.

"Huh...huh..."

In the next second, a dozen blood-colored tentacles overwhelmed the group of blood soul monks with lightning speed.

After a few breaths, the tentacles disappeared, leaving behind a pile of mummy.

"You... you actually killed them!"

Yue Beikuang's eyes widened, looking at the corpses all over the floor in disbelief.

Dead, all dead.

Except for himself, everyone else in the Blood Soul Hall died...

"Okay, now let's have a good chat."

Chapter 276

A few days later, Blood Temple.

Under the high seat, Gui Daoren, Wu Mo, Yu Chitu and others stood shoulder to shoulder, looking solemn and silent.

Below, hundreds of blood-robed demon cultivators remained motionless like sculptures, and a strong bloody aura lingered in the hall.

A moment later, Fang Mo, dressed in a dark red blood dragon robe, walked out of the apse indifferently.