As soon as the word "beast" came out, the monks who surrounded the dialect were instantly angry. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What did you say?!"

"Can't find death?!"

The middle-aged monk in the middle of the Jindan period had even more hideous faces, and approached the dialect with a cruel smile: "Beast? What a guts! ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and his arm turned into a black wing in the whistling room, and swung towards Fang Yan fiercely, turning into a black wind, like a sharp blade mixed in it.

Fang Yan's face changed, although he held up the aura cover in time, he was still invincible, and after snorting and touching a mouthful of blood, he flew out upside down again, smashing the ground into a deep pit.

Most of the clothes were shattered under the sweep of the black wind, and several scars appeared on the skin underneath, rolling out a little blood beads.

"Why is there a human being like you in the cultivation realm?" The young man who had blocked Fang Yan's way forward took a few steps forward, walked to Fang Yan's side, looked down, and shook his head.

"Don't try to challenge us, or we don't mind breaking the ban, give you a taste of what your flesh tastes like......"

The young man stretched out his hand as he spoke, and immediately grabbed a few bits of blood in the dialect, put it to his lips and licked it, revealing a little smirk.

Fang Yan clutched his chest and coughed a few times, and then snorted: "Sure enough, it's a group of brutes!" Even if you put on human clothes, it is difficult to hide your filthy nature! ”

The young man suddenly became angry, and sneered and stepped on Fang Yan's chest: "Dirty nature? That's supposed to be a way to describe you humans, right?! ”

The young man stepped on one foot at a time, and Fang Yan was already seriously injured, coughing up blood at this time, and he was almost fainting, but he still held on and did not give in.

"It's a backbone." The middle-aged man of the Jindan realm stepped forward and motioned for the young man to stop and leave the dialect for the time being.

"It's a pity, you're using this backbone in the wrong place!"

He squatted down, raised his hand and patted Fang Yan's cheek, and said with a smile: "Since we know our nature, we should know each other, and obediently hand over that drop of true blood." ”

"Although we are demon cultivators, we are also very reasonable, we don't kill innocents indiscriminately, as long as you hand over that drop of true blood, everything is easy to say." Another man stepped forward, speaking with a decent face.

But Fang Yan raised his hand and patted away the middle-aged demon cultivator's hand, and sneered: "If I really hand it over, I'm afraid that the time of death will come, right?" ”

Seeing that Fang Yan was still so stubborn, a cold snort came from behind, and an old man with gray hair walked up: "Since this is the case, then search for souls!" ”

This old man is the Yuanying Jindan Great Perfection Cultivator, and when the demon cultivators who had just spoken saw him step forward, they immediately showed a respectful expression and stepped aside.

Hearing the word "soul searching", Fang Yan's face suddenly became difficult to look at, and he struggled to resist, but under the cold snort of the old man, he couldn't move a bit.

"I wanted to push you into a desperate situation, and automatically donate that phoenix true blood, saving me a waste of energy......"

The old man's eyes are ruthless, and there is a certain risk in soul searching, and if you don't control it well, you may lose more than you gain.

"But since you are so ignorant of lifting, no wonder I am!" The old man smiled coldly, raised his hand and covered the heavenly spirit cover of the dialect, and a demonic aura faintly poured into the dialect's brain.

It was as if a sharp dagger had been thrust into the scalp, and the pain was so great that the dialect screamed miserably, but it was under the confinement of the old man, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

"Tsk, it's been like this for a long time, and we've been chasing it for so many days." A few people in the back shook their heads, thinking that it was a waste of time, but there was a cruel smile in their eyes when they looked at Fang Yan.

Obviously, they still enjoy this "cat and mouse" fun.

The old man also looked relaxed at the moment, and had already "seen" the memory of the dialect, but when he was about to go deeper, a terrifying force suddenly descended and imprisoned him in place.

It was as if there were countless sharp swords around him, and as long as he dared to move, it would be ...... Die!

The rest of the demon cultivators didn't notice anything unusual, but the screams of the dialect gradually disappeared and turned into a big gasp, which seemed to be liberated, making them wonder.

Fang Yan was even more shocked in his heart, obviously the old man's palm was still hanging above his head, but he felt light, not only did he not feel imprisoned, but the pain in his brain was replaced by a cool feeling.

There is also an inexplicable power, pouring into his physical strength, carefully repairing his injuries.

Fang Yan tried to move his body, and when he raised his eyes to look at the old man, he was quickly stunned.

As if he had suffered something, cold sweat flowed wildly on the old man's forehead, his face was distorted, and there were traces of blood overflowing from the corners of his lips.

However, Fang Yan also reacted quickly, although he didn't know what was going on, but his eyes were resolute, and he took advantage of the fact that the demon cultivators around him hadn't noticed it yet, and suddenly rubbed up from the ground and went to a gap.

In an instant, he broke out of the encirclement and fled into the distance.

The group of demon cultivators were stunned, why did this, why did they run away?

But there are still people who react quickly, and the middle-aged demon cultivator in the middle of Jindan shouted: "Where can the kid escape!" ”

While waking up the rest of the demon cultivators, he chased after a few people.

When he took off, he directly turned into a yin crow, and with a long roar, he flew in front of Fang Yan.

Fang Yan's eyes were fierce, and he turned his hand and sacrificed his flying sword, slashing at it: "Die!" ”

Seeing the sword qi attacking, the yin crow's eyes flashed with contempt, and when he was about to dodge unhurriedly, he was shocked to find:

It's not going to move!

In just such an instant, the sword qi of the dialect slashed, just like a knife cutting cabbage, without any hindrance, and with a snort, it was cut into two pieces.

Blood and corpses fell, and a few black feathers swirled and drifted away.

"This ......" Fang Yan was immediately stunned in place, forgetting to escape for a while, looking at the two corpses in a daze, and then looking at the broken spirit sword in his hand in a daze.

The same was true of the few people chasing behind, and after a short period of stunnedness, they exclaimed with a hellish face: "This, how is this possible!" ”

"Yin Twelve is the cultivation of the middle stage of Jindan! This kid is just building a foundation and cultivating, right?! ”

But Fang Yan came back to his senses in these few exclamations, didn't dare to think about it, and was about to flee with his aura.

But those people also reacted, and someone said coldly: "It must be that he used some insidious means, or that his spirit sword is strange, you and I should be careful, and capture him first." ”

Soon a consensus was reached, and all the ontology was revealed, and the dialects were surrounded again by flapping their wings.

Fang Yan's eyes were red, and he was also out of the way at this moment, and roared angrily: "If you don't want to die, get out of the way!" ”

As soon as the roar came out, he grabbed the spirit sword as if he was using a knife, and slashed wildly.

…………

ps: Ask for a collection ~ ask for a recommendation ~ ask for a monthly pass ~ ask for a reward ~