"Master, we are late!"

Under the giant mountain, a carriage slowly approached, and the yin looked at the Tianchi, which had been surrounded by the monster, and sighed.

"No, it's not too late!"

Fang Yuan's eyebrows moved slightly, and suddenly there was a cold scream, and behind the countless airflows gathered into a chaotic giant.

"Hey!"

The giant roared, reaching out to the palm of his hand, plunging into the void, as if taking a fly, taking a streamer.

Oh!

Among the streamers, a winged carriage was torn apart, showing a wretched figure and an ugly dog ​​mud.

"Are you a holy lotus person? Actually sneaked away? Let's talk, how is the situation inside?"

Fang Yuan brows a pick, in front of this middle-aged Confucian student probably has the repair of four or five priests, but this is the case, if he did not control the force, he would immediately be photographed as a beach of bolognese.

"You are... Fang Yuan!"

Middle-aged Confucian scholars saw Fang Yuan’s face, but he was exclaimed, and the light of hatred at the bottom of his eyes flashed.

"Oh? Do you know me?"

Fang Yuanfei quickly recalled the information of the Holy Lotus, and suddenly smiled: "I know, you are the elder Qinglian! Waiting for the Father of the Virgin Mary?"

The woman was narrow-minded and was stabbed to death as early as the Nine Mountains.

As the other party's father, it is true that this enemy is gnashing. If there is no evidence and there is a big war, I am afraid that two people will have done it before.

"What are you doing?"

Qinglian looked at Fangyuan, but it was complicated.

Although this person is inextricably linked to the death of his daughter, and even suspects that he is the murderer, at this time, he is not a seven-fold virtual sacred power, but the other party is a martial art, and the strength of the weak is reversed.

"Nothing, to receive the legacy of St. Lotus!"

Among the two major forces of the dead saints, the headquarters of the original meeting was erratic, and Fang Yuan passed the dark line of Liu Mengmei, only knowing where the Shenglian Tianchi is located, and naturally came here.

The collection of a saint's power is still very attractive to him.

"Bold!"

Even if the last moment abandoned the sect and fled, and heard Fang Yuan’s blatant words, Qinglian elders could not help but be angry.

"Oh, yes, since you abandoned the sect, you must have brought a lot of good things, and you can take it out!"

Fang Yuan took a look at Qinglian and suddenly smiled.

"So let's talk about a deal?!"

The look of the elders of Qinglian suddenly calmed down: "You take me away, I will give you some treasures of the Holy Lotus, and secret treasures to you!"

"Hey!"

At this time, the beasts of the siege have discovered the strangeness here, sending a team of thousands to come around.

"Good condition, just you don't know if I am your killing woman?"

Fang Yuan’s face was ridiculous.

"Daughter is dead, can still be reborn! How? You can't answer it?" Qinglian's old face was pumping.

"So good condition, of course I am... don't agree!"

Fang Yuan shrugged his shoulders: "I can definitely take it all. Why do I look stupid if I have a part?"

"Fang Yuan, you are deceiving too much!"

Qinglian elders roared, and a few rings on their hands suddenly flashed a dazzling green brilliance.

An invisible slow-moving force that falls on Fang Yuan in the blink of an eye.

Immediately, there is another rune generated, representing the power of 'blocking', 'weakness', 'painfulness' and so on.

"Then stay here, die for me!"

The elders of Qinglian flew backwards, and the robes behind them turned out to be a pair of wings, and they suddenly rose up.

"It’s not a holy lotus, there are a lot of hidden treasures!"

Fang Yuan looked at the rune chain on his body, and it was very indifferent to shake his head and move his body at random.

It’s awkward!

A series of explosions emerged, and the rune chain on his body immediately exploded, and there was no time to stagnate.

"Give me down!"

Immediately, Fang Yuan’s right hand grabbed, and the wings behind Qinglian’s elders blew open. The whole person screamed and fell to the ground, breaking his blood.

"Impossible! How could you get out so quickly, even if it is true, it is impossible!"

He growled and his face was unbelievable.

"The weak always doubt the world, and the strong will only force the world to adapt to him!"

Fang Yuan went up and pointed a finger at Qinglian's eyebrows.

puff!

The elder elder body trembled and immediately fell down softly.

After being taken away, the original Dream Master Mahjong Sage, as soon as he did not change his position, immediately became a chicken.

In this case, Fang Yuan has gradually adapted, sighed and looked at the encircled monster army.

"You, do you want to die?"

He sipped coldly, and the chaotic giant behind him immediately made a big drink.

Bang!

The spiritual pressure of the true holy level, centered on him, continues to spread to all sides.

"Hey!"

The offensive monster is a monster of the human head, which is suppressed by this kind of spiritual pressure, and the eyes are turned white and fainted.

"Go! Go to the Tianchi!"

Fang Yuan strode forward, and the yin can only keep up with it.

"This... is this true holy? Is it true that the true sanctuary is so strong?"

Watching a wave of monsters rushing to death, immediately after entering the kilometer range, a head turned white and fell to the ground, without an exception, the extreme yin could not help but be shocked.

"Hey!"

After a monster of a mountain of meat fell, from its body, a huge eye with eight wings appeared, and the figure was between the illusion and the real, rushing.

boom!

Fang Yuan waved a punch and the chaotic giant behind him made the same move.

Among the loud noises, this magical spirit suddenly exploded to form a cloud of fog.

"Hey!"

This scene clearly scares other devils.

When Fang Yuan went forward again, he took the initiative to have a big road ahead. No monster dared to stand in front of him.

In the Tianchi, Liu Mengmei felt the pressure of encirclement became smaller.

"Someone!"

"Someone came to save us!"

Several female disciples watched the encirclement of the monster being broken through a gap, and the cyan giant slowly came and could not help but make a cheer.

"It's him!"

When Liu Mengmei also saw the figure, it was a feeling that a heart was about to jump out of the chest.

"How many people are you left?"

Fang Yuan stepped on the water and went to the altar of the Holy Lotus Church and asked directly.

"All! It's here!"

Liu Mengmei did not show familiarity, but as the leader who was elected, he negotiated: "Hello is..."

"I am Fang Yuan! Come take over the heritage of St. Lotus!"

Fang Yuan smiled slightly, he did not have a hobby to save people: "You have two choices now, the first is to rely on me, the second is to become the food of the monster!"

"You come...receive us?"

One by one, the young lotus disciples and the deacons open their mouths and feel that the world is collapsing.

When is a true saint dare to swear to compile the Sage Master? If they used to, they must be ridiculous, but now...

"As long as you can save us!"

As a undercover, Liu Mengmei immediately began to fight against water.

Seeing this, the other disciples' lips moved, but they did not rebut.

Before the crisis of life and death, their shame has disappeared.

"well!"

Fang Yuan nodded: "Take the important books and treasures of your ancestral hall, ready to transfer with me!"

"No! My holy lotus is not dead!"

A white-haired deacon of the old woman with a cane, the power is extraordinary: "Liu Mengmei! Do you dare to the outsider?"

boom!

The next moment, the head of this old woman was caught by Fang Yuan, and the whole smashed down: "Ning death is unyielding, then you will die, who else is not convinced?"

Looking at the head of this deacon is rolling on the ground, all the disciples become chilling, no longer dare to resist, obediently with the reorganization of Liu Mengmei.

"The monster has attacked again!"

At this time, with a long beep, the monster army that had stopped was slowly moving forward.

"Oh, stubborn!"

Fang Yuan took a deep breath, and the figure behind the Chaos Giant became more and more solid, and suddenly inhaled, opening the explosion:

"咤!!!"

Rumble.

The invisible sound waves spread around, and the entire Tianchi seemed to boil, picking up a lot of ripples.

Hey!

Rows of demon objects, like cutting rice, fell straight into pieces, and even blocked for a moment.

Snapped!

A Shenglian disciple couldn't stand it. He felt that his heart was like a heavy burden. The figure in front of him suddenly became very tall. Like a god, he couldn't help but squat.

Hey!

As if it were a domino, more and more disciples chose to kneel to express their surrender.

If they are still the former Dream Master, they can naturally resist the spiritual pressure of Fang Yuan. Unfortunately, at this time, it is a fish, and Fang Yuan used the martial arts idea of ​​the true holy, forcibly entered the spiritual suggestion of surrender.

"Liu Mengmei!"

"All in one!"

Liu Mengmei looked at Fang Yuan in this state, and suddenly he became tender and watery in his eyes.

"From today, you are their leader. Now, go ahead and count the number of people, ready to evacuate!"

Fang Yuan directly died.

With the original prestige foundation and the appointment, the remaining disciples quickly obeyed the order and compiled the result: "We only have more than one hundred people left, most of them are the core disciples of the new entry..."

Liu Mengmei smiled and reported: "Other deacons and disciples, not running or dead..."

"These are enough!"

Fang Yuan wants to build his own power, but instead of seeing the high-level members of the Holy Lotus, it is just right: "Take the classics and treasures as much as possible, and leave with me!"

"Yes!"

The migration of one hundred people is not an easy task after all.

After half an hour, the group of people bulged, followed by Fang Yuan, trembled into the herd.

The surrounding monsters were unable to get close to the line, but occasionally a few devils couldn't stand it.

Such force, suddenly imprinted into the hearts of more than a hundred people, the seeds of surrender began to take root.

"grumble!"

At this time, from the depths of the monster group, there was another long sound.

Along with this voice, dozens of magic spirits emerged and instantly rushed to the team.

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