"The road sees evil spirits, the sword cuts it?"

The plague department guarded, and after listening to Fang Yuan's words, he almost vomited blood.

Seeing Fang Yuan's strength, he almost determined that Fang Yuan was supposed to be sent by the enemy of Jiuzhongtian. Maybe he still stared at himself for a long time before he came to the door, but the key is that he came out in his own line. , This is the secret, why would anyone stare at themselves? And with the dominance of Jiuzhongtian, who dares to be the opponent of Jiuzhongtian?

It was also these thoughts that made him have a cry out of laughter...

When the other person said that sentence, his face was plain and his eyes were open, and at this time, he really didn't need to tell any more lies, that is to say, this person in front of him, he was really because he regarded himself as a demon Except?

This is simply absurd...

Sitting on one side, the spectacle of the Nineth Heaven Plague Division, who is staring at the Eight Wastelands, will be killed because of several mortals?

"You...you have no idea what you are doing?"

The plague guard was frightened and angry, and his eyes were red, and hysterical drank it, suddenly broke the tip of his tongue, spitting out a black blood, and at the same time picked up a weird French seal in his right hand. The original **** clamped the black flying sword, and released Dao Daoren's black smoke, as if alive, and the viper suddenly turned around and swallowed into Fang Yuan's neck.

"Bone Rotter, come out..."

At the same time, behind Fang Yuan, a low drink sounded, the ground suddenly rumbling, the ground suddenly shattered, three long pythons as long as a few millimetres thick, like a grinding disc, pierced through the ground and drilled out, even more terrifying , Those pythons, rotting all over the body, revealing the bones of rancidity, the smell of rancidity was dazzling, circling and dancing in three directions, strangling towards Fangyuan.

At the same time, on the head of the giant python behind Fang Yuan, an old man in a gray robe appeared quietly, holding a small blood-red flag in his hand. Wrapped around, has been urged by him, pervaded!

The wind was screaming and it was a mess.

The billowing black smoke filled the Fang Yuan's figure.

But in front of this front and back attack, Fang Yuan was still expressionless, not even moving, but frowned.

At the next moment, there was a blue mist circling around him suddenly. The black flying sword, which was held by the plague division guarding between his two fingers, was the most vicious and vicious, seemingly inconspicuous, actual On the other hand, a flying sword that had been sacrificed for decades by the evil method, but not waiting for its fierce prestige, the blue mist had circled up and wrapped around the sword.

Then Fang Yuan held the sword in his back and cut it towards the surrounding sword!

"Uh..."

A black sword light flashed plainly in the void, and then the three fierce and terrifying bone-rotting dragons instantly froze on the spot, then turned into a piece, and then slowly turned into black Fog, drifting between the void...

The old man in gray robe, standing above the python and holding the blood red flag, had forced out the blood on the flag and entangled towards Fang Yuan, but under the impact of sword gas, the blood light was shot back at him. On the body, the old man screamed in shock, his body flew backwards, but he hadn't withdrawn a few steps.

The blood is really powerful. This time, even the flesh and soul are completely gone.

"Is it useful to practice this evil law?"

Fang Yuan lifted the black flying sword upside down in his hand, shaking it lightly, and the sword swayed, dispersing the surrounding blood and black smoke.

He was so clean by nature that he did not want to be contaminated by such filth on his robe.

"My destiny flying sword, how could..."

The plague guard watched this scene, and his eyes were already desperate. He couldn't understand why his destiny flying sword with his own mind was casually held in his hand by others, as a weapon to use, his own Mind, how can you be completely cut off?

The blue mist surrounding the flying sword, clearly resembling the prince's light, how could it be so powerful?

"I fight with you..."

Although he couldn't understand how the other party controlled his flying sword, he also determined one thing. He didn't have the strength to face Fang Yuan at all, so he saw Fang Yuan holding his own flying sword to kill At that moment, his heart was horizontal, and the cover on the black gourd was directly lifted away, and he had thought of making a repair for damage, and he also buried Fang Yuan.

The gourd lid has been lifted, and there is a gloomy light in it...

But the next moment, the gourd lid was replaced again!

The pestilence guard stayed a little, and then he saw Fang Yuan had reached himself, grabbed his hand, and covered the gourd again.

"How could it be so fast?"

He couldn't help but be surprised, looking at Fang Yuan's faint eyes, he suddenly felt cold all over, and hurriedly spread the gourd, his arms jumped out one by one, and a black bend appeared in his hands at the same time. The knife, like a mana with no mana, came out violently, and he came forward to chop it out. But before the knife was lifted, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't make it out.

Then it wasn't until this time that he felt his throat wet.

It turned out that when the green robe monk approached himself just now, he broke his throat with a sword...

But is it just the throat?

Suddenly he felt that his neck was a bit cold...

As soon as he realized the problem, he felt a whirl of the sky and his body with his two-handed knife appeared in his vision.

There was no head on that body's neck.

"When did he produce the sword?"

The head was cut, and Jin Dan could still maintain his complete consciousness. This was the case with the defensive guard of the plague department. He first thought of a problem that he did not understand, and then suddenly realized it, suddenly on the head, suddenly A golden light flew out, anxiously escaping into the sky, this is his soul, he wanted to escape and would go out, anyway, he would tell the old lady about this matter.

But before this ray of golden light escaped, he was suddenly grasped by one hand.

Originally, the spirit of the gods could not be captured, and the fighting method of the monk Jindan was strong here. Even if he was strong, he could kill his opponent. It is difficult to detect and extremely difficult to capture. It is even said that it is almost impossible for Xiu to be higher than the other party by three or four orders, and it is almost impossible to capture the spirit of Jindan’s lower-order monks.

Unless, before setting up the magic circle, or any powerful magic weapon, it is possible.

But on the palm of the protruding hand, it was wrapped in a layer of green breath. It actually had a sense of heaven and earth, so that the spirit guarded by the plague department wanted to escape and there was nowhere to escape. Hold him in the palm.

"Monk Zidan?"

"This must be Monk Zidan?"

"If it wasn't for the monk Zidan, how could he seize his own soul..."

The spirit guarded by the plague department struggled in the palm of Fang Yuan, exuding the Dao Tao's furious thought: "Da Xian Rao Fu..."

"My body has been cut off by you, shouldn't even my soul be cut off?"

"May Daxian give me a ray of reincarnation?"

"..."

"..."

Fang Yuan felt the thoughts spread out inside the soul of the god, frowned: "Practice plague with humans, sin is unforgivable!"

Not to mention, the palms were hard, and the soul was immediately squeezed.

"why?"

Before this spirit dissipated, the only thought was: "Without life and death, why not give me the chance to reincarnate?"

"Run away..."

"Quick... the guard was killed, run away..."

At this time, in this large plague camp, the rest of the people were frightened and fled.

"The demon should be rooted to avoid endless troubles!"

Fang Yuan glanced around, Qingpao hunted, and flew out.

His body was like electricity, covered by a blue mist, tumbling and drifting, and the black armor and soldiers who ran around all over were all caught up by him and cut off, and then turned back and came back in this big camp. When I walked around, I saw that there were many Jiao Ji concubines, cooks, and other people. They all ran away from their souls, and they also walked with swords, killing everything.

At the end of the day, this large camp had no living creatures, so it was before going to the palace.

Just before the palace, the black gourd was still standing on the ground. Fang Yuan looked at it and secretly thought about how to dispose of it.

But at this moment, he felt a sudden feeling, and turned to fly.

At the back of the palace, waving a layer of weeds, I saw a little girl in a gray robe with a gray head like a hay shrunk inside. She trembles and looks at Fang Yuan in horror, crying: "Big Brother, big brother, don't kill me..."

When crying like this, she hid the palm of her back, and quietly held an iron tube.

But Fang Yuan just flicked one sleeve away, and the little girl's body suddenly stiffened.

The violent mana slammed into the sea of ​​knowledge, and the soul was dispersed.

Behind her body, the black iron tube fell quietly to the ground, and some mana had been poured into it.

In her last dull eyes, she seemed a little puzzled: "Where did you perform differently?"

Fang Yuan returned to the front of the palace and looked at the black gourd again, knowing that there must be something weird hidden inside, otherwise the plague department guarded it, and it would be impossible for him to try to use it to fight with himself. The law was directly broken, but if the gourd was broken, the contents inside spilled out, I am afraid it is a severe human disaster.

So thinking of the last ~lightnovelpub.net~ he waved his sleeves, put the gourd away, and then flew up.

In mid-air, he looked at the dead battalion camp, and he blew out in one breath. In the camp below, a blazing flame ignited immediately, burning all the existence into ashes, and then He then flew towards the north...

Back in his own cave house, he collected some magic books and other things, destroyed the cave house, and hugged the white cat who had occupied his futon for a few days and had no idea what happened. Once again, he flew to the tribe that had made an appointment with the Lord of Zixiaodong, but he saw that the people in the tribe were running around, their hands and feet were messy, and things had not been packed yet.

Lord Zixiaodong, who was drinking tea in the pavilion, saw Fang Yuan and smiled, "Returned so fast?"

Fang Yuan pressed Yuntou and smiled: "Just pick up some things, how much time can be spent?"

　　

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