Fang Yuan has not seen the professional teacher in Xianzitang for more than three years. He has always had a thought in his heart. When should he visit the teacher's hometown? But I didn't expect to see Mr. Zhu in this situation before waiting to visit this teacher. Seeing that the old man wanted to rush towards the terrible night ahead, Fang Yuan was shocked.

"Mr. Zhu..."

He yelled, and he was going to stop.

He knew that Mr. Zhu's cultivation practice was not high. He rushed over and he would definitely die.

"what are you doing?"

The old deacon was shocked and returned to grab Fang Yuan's shoulder.

"Can't do this anymore, they will die..."

Fang Yuan shouted and struggled with all his power.

"If they didn't die, would you have a way of life?"

A touch of anger also appeared on the old deacon, exhausted all his strength, and restrained Fang Yuan fiercely.

"For my own life, is it worth it?"

Fang Yuan no longer had the usual indifference, and shouted loudly: "I know the Sovereign tells you to send me away, but have you thought about it, is it worth it? I deserve it at such a great price. Are you there? How many people have died over the way?...I don’t even know them with them. How can they deserve to die for me?"

"Since the Sovereign is so commanded, he has his reason!"

Facing Fang Yuan's roar, the old deacon just said in a deep voice: "You shouldn't consider these!"

"Sovereign is not necessarily right!"

Fang Yuan roared, his Xuan Huang gas swelled up, and his whole body lingered.

The hand of the old deacon was actually bounced by his mana, and he was not caught.

But Fang Yuan got rid of the old deacon's hand and immediately swept a few tens of feet, quickly rushed to Mr. Zhu's side, pulling his arm with one hand, and slapped his sword across his chest, but only heard "Wla La" After a while, countless sword lights roared, all stopped by Fang Yuan Yi Jian, and then he took Mr. Zhu, like a ghost, in a blink of an eye, backed away more than ten feet...

"It's you?"

Mr. Zhu didn't turn his head to look at it until then, and then he was slightly startled, looking a little surprised.

"Sir, how dare disciples let me risk my life?"

Fang Yuan looked at Mr. Zhu's picture, and he didn't know what to say for a while. His heart was like a huge stone.

"Okay, okay, okay..."

Mr. Zhu didn't hear his words carefully. At this time, he saw Fang Yuan, and he hurriedly came to protect Fang Yuan's old deacon. He already understood what was going on. The wrinkles on his old face It spread out layer by layer and he smiled and said, "I didn't expect that this time the green rune turned out to gather the disciples. It turned out to protect you, okay, okay, this is so good..."

He said with a sigh: "I just received a briefing not long ago that Qingyang Sect was unwilling to deal with Shangnan Wild Demon King and Yinshan Sect, and was forced to put you on death row. When I met Qingyang Fu on the road, I still had to come and take a look... It turned out to be for you to leave, okay, this is very good, this trip of the Qingyang Sect is not necessary for my husband!"

"Xiao Fang Yuan is not afraid, seeing as a teacher to help you open a blood path..."

The old man said that when he suddenly shook his long sword, he would have to head towards the front again and the past would pass!

"I don't mean that..."

Fang Yuan was shocked and helpless, hurriedly took Mr. Zhu and wanted to rush forward, but suddenly, a bundle of immortal ropes flew over from behind him, and wrapped around him, even turning a few times, but Tied him tightly, unable to move his hands and feet...

The old deacon actually tied him up while he was not paying attention.

"Quick release me..."

Fang Yuan shouted indignantly, annoyed to the extreme, and looked at the old deacon full of unwillingness.

Even Mr. Zhu looked puzzled at the old deacon.

But the old deacon was cold and indifferent: "Is the Sovereign doing the right thing? It depends on whether you are doing well in the future. If you are serious, don't let this cause so many people to die in vain, and don't forget that there were so many People die because of you. Let them die!"

"But I..."

Fang Yuan heard this, and there were countless things to say in her heart, but she couldn't speak for a while.

Right now in front of him, the Qingyang Sect disciples were coming from all directions, and then rushed towards the nine-yellow assassin. Among these people, most of them are not as good as themselves. They are obviously powerless in the face of the Nine Nether Palace secrets that the three Nine Nether Palaces have made. At this time, it was not so much a fight, it was a death.

The old deacon apparently understands this truth, but he will not be unrelenting...

He had no other choice at this time, and only those Qingyang Sect disciples could die to create a way of life for Fang Yuan!

Only, he observed for a while, his heart seemed desperate.

He couldn't see the flaws of the night cloth at all, and he didn't know how to break this secret technique!

I am afraid that only when the elders of the Jindan realm come, is it possible to break this demon law?

"Catch that Qingyang disciple and leave!"

But at this time, a joke from the Nine Nether Palace saw that the timing was almost the same, and he suddenly ordered.

With his order, he immediately knew how many Nine Nine Assassins had surged and rushed to Fang Yuan.

And the seemingly endless night, slowly overshadowed...

"Guardian!"

Among the disciples of Qingyang Sect, someone shouted loudly and turned back desperately to protect Fang Yuan.

But in the face of the Nine Nine Assassins, they looked like candlesticks in the wind, and they were torn apart in a blink of an eye. Some people died and did not know how they died. With the midair, The darkness came over towards Fang Yuan, and they were all powerful. They could barely watch Fang Yuan being taken down, but unable to resist.

"Go, escape yourself..."

And the old deacon, at this time, also sighed long.

He withdrew the bundle of immortals from Fang Yuan, and then, with big sleeves bulging, a white light rose above the head, faintly vaguely, and with the appearance of this white light, his flesh had already begun to crack, but A terrible breath emerged...

"He is going to..."

Fang Yuan suddenly knew the purpose of the old deacon, and his heart could not help but twitch.

"Self-destructing Daoji, breaking my secret?"

In the middle of the air, there was a voice from the Nine Nether Palace Gobble: "Useless!"

This is very simple, but it makes people feel helpless!

Nine Nine Assassins, the secret technique is so strong, I am afraid that a foundation monk desperately is really useless...

But even if it is useless, what can be done?

This is already the last method the old deacon can do...

If he can protect Fang Yuan from going out, he will naturally do it, but if he can’t, how far can he protect...

boom!

Suddenly, the old deacon ignited a raging fire, tens of feet high, and he seemed to have become a huge fireman, infinitely powerful, standing upright, attacking the night in the face of nowhere, boundless Wildfires burn the sky...

Seeing that there were no other people around, Mr. Zhu had no choice but to pull Fang Yuan back quickly.

The old deacon’s last desperate move did not last long before the Nine Nether Palace Mysteries. The huge fireman smashed his fist into the night, but it didn’t play any role. That night could not be torn. , I can’t smash it, but it has great coercion, and the fireman is wrapped in it, the flame is extinguished one by one, and then continues to flow forward, covering Fang Yuan...

"Good disciple, there is a teacher ahead, no one can hurt you..."

Mr. Zhu didn't want to think about it, so he stood in front of Fang Yuan, carrying his long sword and slashing forward.

This sword really has no power...

But unexpectedly, that piece of night was suddenly torn apart by a huge mouth!

Everyone was stunned.

In this vicious battle, there was a moment of silence, and then countless eyes, all looked up at the sky.

In the midair, above the night, a thin, thin shadow appeared, wearing a huge hat.

It was he who broke through the night that shrouded the world and prevented it from wrapping towards Fang Yuan.

"who?"

After a moment of silence, the assassin of the Nine Nether Palace reacted first.

Frightened, the three green streamers waved at the same time, circled left and right, and rushed towards the shadow.

At the same time, beneath them, countless roaring sword lights also changed their directions, hitting the dark shadow, and those poisonous insects floating in the sky like black clouds were covering the sky. Usually came to him...

Obviously, the Nine Nether Palace Assassin realized this man's horror and decided to solve him first.

"Sword Rain!"

"Yuyun!"

"Escape!"

"Yebu!"

The four secret methods of the Nine Nine Assassins, almost at the same time, rushed to the person who suddenly appeared in mid-air.

"Too bloody!"

The black shadow that appeared in the midair, looked down at the battlefield, sighed lowly, then he shook his head gently, muttered to himself: "The former Nine Nether Palace assassin, the emphasis is on killing As an art, when will it become such a vulgar?"

When he said this, the four secrets had already reached him.

And he sighed abruptly, and suddenly his hands clasped ~lightnovelpub.net~ a long syllable was pronounced in his mouth.

The syllable does not understand what it means, but it is incomparable between changes, which is ten times and one hundred times faster than people speak.

Every phonetic sound is extremely clear, and every word is shocked and empty.

Under the sharp and weird mantra, the assassins of the Nine Nether Palaces swarming around, suddenly frightened at the same time. After the endless sword light, some assassins in Tsing Yi showed their bodies. Covering his ears vigorously, he screamed and fell into the clouds. They all fell down and fell to the ground, and the cloud-like poisonous insects also fell into pieces.

Even the curtain that shrouded the night sky, one by one, was shaken into powder, and pieces were broken.

And the three Nine Nether Palaces in charge of the Qing streamers were like seeing ghosts for a moment.

"Fifth Form of Nine Nine Secrets..."

"Hang?"

"Who are you, how do you understand the secret of the Nine Nether Palace?"