Fang Mo's expression was cold, the arm that held the Zhenfeng Monument shook slightly, Jin Lao couldn't help but feel numb in his arms, and he flew backwards faster, Fang Mo snorted coldly, and followed closely behind to catch up.

"You dare!" The Great Elder of the Xu Family shouted angrily, waved his big hand, condensed into a musket, and shot straight at Fang Mo.

Fang Mo snorted coldly, ignoring the musket flying from behind, and punched Jin Lao directly.

Jin Lao's face was pale, and a strong life and death crisis permeated his heart, and he didn't have time to make more choices, and when he patted the storage bag, a small blue shield floated on his chest.

However, at this moment, his cultivation had been suppressed to the ninth layer of condensation, this small shield was originally a magic weapon for building a foundation, but it didn't play much role at this moment, with Fang Mo's punch, although the small shield blocked Fang Mo's fist, but the extremely powerful dao contained in it was still transmitted through the small shield and fell on Jin Lao's body.

Jin Lao spurted a mouthful of blood, and his body fell to the ground fiercely, and his cultivation fell again and again, and his breath was extremely weak.

At the same time, Fang Mo's back was also pierced by the musket, although it did not penetrate, but the flames were pervasive, and the fire poison in it was also strung around in his body, causing his body to shake and a mouthful of blood spurting out.

His eyes shone with murderous intent shining, ignoring his injuries, and when his feet landed, Jin Lao on the ground got up, so he suddenly raised his foot and stomped directly on Jin Lao's chest, and the force of this foot directly crushed Jin Lao's entire chest.

Immediately after, Fang Mo's left hand holding the Zhenfeng Monument was raised slightly, and then slammed into Jin Lao's head, with a muffled "bang", red and white things splashed out.

Under the monument of this town, Jin Lao's entire head was flattened, and his death was miserable!

Fang Mo's face was expressionless, he tore off Jin Lao's storage bag and hung it on his waist, and then his eyes swept sharply towards everyone, and he said lightly: "If you want to die, just come here!"

The surrounding cultivators shrank their eyes for a moment, looked at the tragic death of Jin Lao, and looked again; Fang Mo, who was expressionless, was silent with each other, and remembered Fang Mo's figure deeply in his heart.

The foundation building monks who rushed to the Acropolis after hearing the news add up to nearly 100 at this moment, including more than a dozen people in the middle stage of foundation building, and even two in the late stage of foundation building, but now instead of capturing the "Heaven Stepping Ancestor" who only has ten layers of condensation, he has also been killed by twenty or thirty people.

Especially at the last moment, the ruthless method of "stepping on the heavens" to kill Jin Lao, he would rather take a slap of the Xu family elder's technique, but also kill Jin Lao, if this matter is changed to someone else, even if he knows that this is the most correct choice, but he rarely has the courage to really do it.

A person who can be ruthless to others is nothing, and a person who is ruthless enough to himself is even more terrifying.

Everyone was silent, even the strong people in the later stage of foundation building were inevitably killed, what did they count? Thinking of this, they couldn't help but have a sense of retreat, at least they would not take the initiative to take risks again and come forward to seek death.

The Great Elder of the Xu Family looked gloomy, but now he was not as good as Fang Cai, he clearly knew that if he did it himself at this moment, except for the people of the Xu family, the rest of the people would only watch from the sidelines, looking for a humble opportunity, and would not make a move easily.

Seeing this, Fang Mo sneered, this laughter was carried out with undisguised contempt, that was disdain for everyone, he put away the Zhenfeng monument without scruples, took out an elixir that replenished blood and healed wounds, and stuffed it into his mouth in three or two bites, suppressing the injuries in his body, as full of confidence, he was not afraid that everyone would take advantage of this to sneak attack.

Just as Fang Mo was swallowing the elixir, a loud laugh suddenly sounded.

"Hahahaha!"

The laughter did not come from the people of this place, but from the acropolis, and when it came from afar, it shook the hearts of the people, making people pale and difficult to breathe.

I saw that at the Wanbao Tower in the center of the Acropolis, two rays of light rose to the sky, one of the young men was wearing a purple robe, and three bottles of golden danding were tattooed on the left cuffs, his eyes were soft, with a sense of spring breeze.

The other man's aura was obviously stronger, dressed in a plain robe, a frosty chill drifted from his body, and at this moment the laughter came from his mouth, and at this moment he turned his head to look at the young man in purple, and the smile was even worse.

"Brother Tao, we have been observing for a long time, we don't have to wait, this Heavenly Ancestor will actually be injured in the hands of the junior who builds the foundation, and he also needs to swallow the elixir to suppress the injury, I think it must be because of the seizure of Fang Mo, or some other reason, so the cultivation is falling, it seems that Yang passed by here, it is really my creation!"

The purple-clothed young man frowned and said, "Brother Yang, this Acropolis is under my Hundred Refining Sect, and I have sent the news back to the sect. ”

The man surnamed Yang moved his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Oh, then I will ask Brother Tao to refine the elixir......

"Brother Yang, don't worry, I will naturally help you refine the elixir, and then you only need to give me 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones. The purple-clothed young man snorted coldly.

"Haha! In this way, Yang will thank Brother Tao a lot!" The man surnamed Yang laughed, his whole body was shrouded in a layer of silver light, and he shot towards Fang Mo in an instant.

The purple-clothed young man behind him looked gloomy and followed closely, but his speed was a little slower.

With the arrival of the young man surnamed Yang, the temperature between heaven and earth plummeted, the faces of the people around him turned pale, their eyes widened, Fang Mo's face changed suddenly, and he took a breath of blood against him, he took a deep breath and forcibly swallowed the mouthful of blood back.

"It's a big game this time......" Feeling the powerful aura of the young man surnamed Yang, Fang Mo couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Shangguan Xiu scolded: "Grandma's, it's actually in the middle of the Yudan, and you can't run away this time! Lao Tzu's Yuanying doesn't have much essence, it's not enough for you to kill him, only try to reveal your breath and see if you can scare him away!"

Fang Mo's face was pale, and he inexplicably felt a frozen aura from the inside out, and suddenly his heart moved, and his eyes widened.

"This man is...... Outside the ancestral hall of the Heaven Stepping Sect that day, the people of the Absolute Sect were cold!" Fang Mo suddenly remembered the identity of the young man surnamed Yang, his mind turned sharply, and he immediately said: "Shangguan, this time, maybe you don't have to consume your Yuan Infant Essence!"

It was too late to say that it was too fast, just in the blink of an eye, the young man surnamed Yang had already roared, just this breath made Fang Mo feel palpitations, and even a feeling of numbness on his scalp.

Fang Mo took a deep breath, suppressed the vibration in his heart, and jumped up directly, not borrowing the flying sword, but not hesitating to consume the spiritual energy, soaring in the sky, he continued to fly backwards facing the young man surnamed Yang, with a sneer on his face, but the pupils of his eyes were trembling slightly at the moment.

At the same time, he put his right hand behind his back, and his five fingers kept moving, as if he was pinching!

"Huh?" Suddenly, the speed of the man surnamed Yang who was whistling suddenly decreased, looking at Fang Mo's actions at this time, his eyes shrank slightly, his heart sank suddenly, and he said secretly: "Something is wrong!"