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Fang Yang had a hunch.

The real scourge is about to appear.

Ever since he was brought back by Fang Yang, Ke Hai had been locking himself in his room. The decapitation knife was stuck diagonally in front of the door, and no one dared to pull it out.

This is still the word from Wei Suo, who lives next door.

So after leaving the fleshy room, Fang Yang went to Kehai's courtyard.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a bright decapitation knife.

Fang Yang didn't move it, he walked around from the side and directly pushed open the door of Ke Hai's room.

The room was unlit, Ke Hai sat alone in the dark, and Fang Yang couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Tell me why you're doing this. ”

Tacitly did not light the oil lamp, Fang Yang slowly sat down at the table, closed his eyes and rested.

"What does Master refer to?"

Ke Hai's voice was a little hoarse.

"It seems that this seat did not let any disciples go down the mountain to track down the whereabouts of the beast without permission. ”

"It's the disciple's own assertion. ”

Fang Yang smiled lightly: "A cultivator, if he can't even achieve the most basic peace of mind, how can he chase that reunion realm?"

"But Master......" Ke Hai suddenly turned his head to look at Fang Yang, "You should understand me." ”

Fang Yang did not deny it.

"Then do you think that this seat should personally take action to catch the scourge, and then give the funeral to the innocent villagers who died tragically, and comfort the undead on your body by the way?"

Ke Hai opened his mouth.

But he didn't say a word.

"Put away the useless compassion. Fang Yang shook his head, "This seat can only give you one promise now." ”

"The head of the scourge, let you cut it off yourself. ”

Raising his head in a slightly shocked light, Ke Hai looked at Fang Yang, who was blurred in the darkness.

The latter has already lit an oil lamp.

The warm orange light instantly illuminated a small room.

In Fang Yang's eyes, Ke Hai saw peace of mind.

"Go, get your knife back, it's given to you by this seat. ”

......

Good night.

This may be the last serene glimmer of moonshine.

The next day, the system beeps again.

Back in Gujiuzong, everything seems to be back on track.

Looking at the time, Ruoren over there in the ancient city should have already inquired about some unscrupulous pavilions. I just don't know why there has been no news back.

Fang Yang was dressed neatly and pushed open the door.

In the cultivation hall, Bai Luohan and a group of senior brothers and disciples were meditating and practicing.

I saw Fang Yang walk out.

Bai Luohan turned around and gave a salute.

After a brief glance, Wei Suo, the flesh was all there, and in the innermost corner, he saw Ke Hai.

The decapitation knife was put aside, and although there was still a slight wrinkle between his eyebrows, it was the decadence of last night.

His group of disciples is really more difficult to serve than the other.

Fang Yang sighed helplessly.

Just like the old class with a broken heart, you must not only pay attention to your studies, but also pay attention to your mental health at all times.

Motioning for Bai Luohan to get up, Fang Yang walked to the main seat and sat down.

The Mountain Protection Array has been repaired a little more these days, and although it is not as strong as it is in its complete state, it is much stronger than when it first came.

The strength of the scourge is irresistible compared to most disciples.

Even Bai Luohan and Fleshy, who have a high level of cultivation, are not worth mentioning in front of the scourge of the high-level Broken Mirror.

In this battle, Fang Yang could undoubtedly only go into battle in person, plus Yan Shan.

Two people are enough.

A roar of broken gold and stone rang out from far down the mountain. The disciples in the hall who cultivated to the lower level were all trembling.

Fang Yang's face was solemn.

Yan Shan's figure also appeared in the main hall.

"Is that it?"

After thinking for a moment, Yan Shan nodded: "This time it's the scourge body that came. ”

After hearing Yan Shan's accurate reply, even Bai Luohan's face changed.

Everyone knew that scourge would return.

But when the fight really reached the bottom of the mountain, the fear in my heart was still inevitable.

"Falling cold, take your senior brothers to think about the cliff and avoid it!"

As he spoke, Fang Yang had already rushed out, Yan Shan followed behind, and the two Broken Mirror powerhouses were shining brightly.

Bai Luohan didn't hesitate, beckoned everyone to get up, and went to the back mountain.

Siguo Cliff is the deepest part of the Gu Wine Sect, and staying there is the best choice in front of you.

Snatching out of the Gu Wine Sect's sect, Fang Yang saw from a distance a black giant dog that stretched out more than ten meters was slowly walking towards Qiyun Peak.

didn't take a step, it was all heaven and earth shock.

Scourge is in the world, not only Liuli will feel it, but there must also be other mountains and moons.

The reason why all the forces coincidentally chose to stand still was because they were forced by the power of the Jing Ting Division, and they were also waiting and seeing.

The person who shot must have been.

But definitely not yourself.

This is the thinking of almost ninety percent of those who wait and see.

Beshanyue is no exception.

As early as when Fang Yang asked Wen Yingjian for help, Bie Shanyue had already received the information.

Ruri will definitely send someone to help.

Whether it was the reason of the year or the return gift of being saved, the person who helped would be the Dizong.

Then the other forces naturally just need to be on the sidelines for the time being.

Around Qiyun Peak, there were already teams of monks of different sects within a radius of dozens of miles.

Yan Shan and Fang Yang glanced at each other, and they both saw a trace of disdain in each other's eyes.

The so-called famous and decent families, mocking demon cultivators, and falling into the ground for the dilapidated Gu Liquor Sect, are just rats.

Ear of the chicken!

Fang Yang took the lead, and Scourge also saw him.

Raising his head and opening his bloody mouth, a black flame breath came towards Fang Yang.

With no intention of dodging, Fang Yang looked at the rapidly approaching flame breath, and in an instant, dozens of palms slapped out of the breath, and each palm slapped on the breath like a stone sinking into the sea, as if it couldn't make waves.

But Yan Shan saw that the breath was weakening, and when he saw Fang Yang's eyes, he only stood up as a knife and easily blocked the breath.

His face was not white or breathless, as if the true qi consumed by those dozens of palms was neither painful nor itchy for Fang Yang.

Yan Shan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

A ragged colt may make a good horse.

Although the breath of the scourge was not fully exerted, it was not something that an ordinary third-order cultivator of the Broken Mirror could take.

After all, the difference here is no less than a fifth-order gap.

When you are not the only one to protect, you tend to burst out with great energy.

This...... Perhaps this is the meaning of the master of a sect.

Yan Shan's eyes were a little red, he dared to work hard for his home, such a person is always worthy of respect, even if Fang Yang is just a junior in front of him.

But in terms of height, he is no different from Elder Liuli.

Fang Yang didn't know what Yan Shan was thinking, he only knew that if he was stolen by the calamity that he had stolen his only home in the other world, it would really be a loss.

He didn't want that.

Seeing that he had no choice but to get Fang Yang's breath, Scourge Dou stepped back, and his huge but flexible body pounced on Fang Yang in the air.

The contrast between this man and dog is stark.

The Heavenly Sect elders who were watching the play from a distance couldn't help but take a few breaths.

In terms of seniority, they are all from Fang Yang's grandfather's generation, and they are far above Fang Yang in terms of cultivation.

But there are really not many people who dare to shake it in the face of the scourge.

That's the murderous thing that once slaughtered the world.

The tiger can't be bullied when it falls in Pingyang!

"Elder Yan!" Fang Yang was not a god after all, and the fangs of the calamity were not something that he, a mortal in the flesh, could bear.

At that moment, he turned around and shouted at Yan Shan.

Yan Shan also understood it, and he made the Dharma seal when he was exiled.

Just as Scourge was about to bite down, a wide wall of fire abruptly stood in front of him.

The scourge couldn't be avoided, and his entire body was embedded.

Exile feather fire, scourge is also fire.

The advantage of looking at the attribute flow feather alone is not large.

However, the heavy wall of fire protected Fang Yang steadily.

Yanshan closed the momentum, and the scourge struggled slightly.

The wall of fire also shattered in response, and the giant dog with black flames wrapped around its body showed a fierce light, staring at Fang Yang and Yan Shan deadly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yan Shan rushed to Fang Yang's side.

His cultivation was almost the same as that of Scourge, and the aura of the two of them superimposed together barely overshadowed Scourge for the time being.

But don't forget that Scourge is an executioner from ancient times, and even with Yanshan's long lifespan, it is only a small number in front of Scourge.

The earth-shattering roar resounded in the sky again.

Fang Yang had to seal his hearing.

Yanshan has already leaped into the sky, spreading its wings at the top of the arc and turning into the body.

A golden-eyed gray swallow flapped its wings and floated in the air, clutching its stray feathers on its paws.

The pinnacle of demon cultivation's strength lies in turning into the body.

The Grey Swallow screamed and swooped down towards the scourge, sonic booms piercing through the air.

Scourge looked up and breathed again.

It was easily dodged by the gray swallow.

And the flames emitted by the Wandering Feather can hit the body of Scourge at the most opportune time every time.

Fang Yang was not idle.

The Xunzi formula is stepped up, and the pace becomes erratic in an instant.

Compared with the huge scourge, he and Yan Shan still have to be too flexible.

Dry words, do not see the sun and the sky does not see mercy at the same time.

A ray of light pierced the eyes of the scourge.

For countless days, there was no mercy for the palm prints.

Unreservedly, it smashed like a meteor shower at Scourge.

Naturally, it didn't hit accurately, but it still separated the attention of Scourge well, and for a while, the fire of the Wandering Feather and the Heavens were all hitting Scourge's huge body.

The body is big, and the goal is big.

There was no way to take Fang Yang and Yan Shan for the time being, and with a sharp roar, I saw countless black lights surging in the jungle below the mountain.

It's those black dogs!

They rushed towards the Wine Selling Sect almost in a daze.

Is it actually planning to raid the house directly?

If it was the original Wine Selling Sect, the plan of the scourge might have succeeded.

But now Gu Jiu has Bai Luohan in charge, and there is a fleshy cultivator who is slightly inferior to her to assist.

These black dogs want to be unscrupulous, but they are still a little bit off the fire.

Yan Shan in the air suspended the attack of the Wandering Feather.

A huge cyclone began to condense in the air, and along the cyclone, flames quickly formed, and a powerful whirlwind of fire had already been thrown out by him.

Fang Yang made a seal at the same time.

The ground beneath him rumbled and shook, and several stone pillars rose from the ground, holding his body firmly.

The fire whirlwind is coming!

"Boom".

Scourge's body burst into flames in an instant.

The stone pillar did a good job of restricting its movements, and the fire whirlwind didn't give it much room to react.

The two are intertwined.

Maximum damage.

It roared angrily, and in a moment it broke through the stone pillar and burst out of the firelight, but it didn't suffer any more damage than a little more embarrassment.

Is this Meattan?

Fang Yang glanced at Yan Shan a little helplessly.

Yan Shan's small black eyes were full of sharp mangs.

The scourge is worthy of being a scourge, even if the two Broken Mirror Stage powerhouses joined forces, they couldn't take too much advantage of it.

In those exaggerated pupils, Fang Yang saw his reflection.

Stretching out his hand to the sky, the sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and there was a faint sound of thunder between the clouds, and lightning flashed by.

Shake the word.

The momentum of the black is thunderous.

Fang Yang could only use endless thunder, slashing fiercely towards the roaring scourge on the ground one by one.

Thunder is the mighty breath of heaven and earth.

There is a natural reason for evil and murderous things.

Scourge was no exception, the fire whirlwind did not dodge, but when it was hit by a thunderbolt as thick as a baby's arm, it still involuntarily avoided it.

Fang Yang's eyes moved.

It seems that this scourge is afraid of thunder.

But Thunderball is also a very destructive killing move, and the range covered is even more indiscriminate between the enemy and me, and all of them are bombarded.

Yan Shan kept his distance from Thunder, even if he was not an evil thing, he was also a demon cultivator, and demons had a natural fear of thunder and lightning.

Take advantage of the scourge to be overwhelmed.

Fang Yang's hands sealed the ground around it to form a depression, and connected it to the Kan character formula, and the rushing water poured down, quickly filling the depression.

The water helps Lei Wei, and the scourge is scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

Finally, the clouds cleared and the thunderbolt vanished.

Yan Shan was like an arrow in the next moment, killing in front of the scourge in a blink of an eye.

Bring the fire again.

The huge body of the scourge smashed the puddle built by Fang Yang, and opened his mouth to bite towards Yan Mountain.

Yan Shan twisted his body.

Hearing the Eagle Stream exercises, the avenue leads to the sky.

A waterfall of light, rising from Yanshan to the top is invisible, the waterfall of light squeezes the scourge of the scourge alive, and after a few breaths, it turns to fall again.

The scourge that had just gotten up was beaten up again.

Take this opportunity.

Redeem the word trick, draw the ground for Ze.

The limbs of the scourge instantly sank, and the ground, which was still solid, turned into a muddy swamp in an instant.

The swamp eats soft and not hard.

Let the scourge struggle in it, but it will sink deeper and deeper.

Yan Shan swirled, Liuli Yu launched, and three thousand rockets fell on the head of the scourge.

Or even set the forest on fire.

Right in the middle of the sea of fire, a huge body was stirring wildly.

Yan Shan glanced at Fang Yang.

Just when they all thought there was a play.

There was another earth-shattering roar, and the scourge broke through the mire and bit Yan Shan, who couldn't dodge.

"My day!"

Fang Yang couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

Fortunately, Yan Shan did not let the scourge fight do nothing, and the light between the bitten teeth became more and more dazzling, and the scourge still failed to bite after all.

A streamer flashed out, and Yan Shan fled from the road.

In order to get out of the clamping force of the scourge, Yan Shan also consumed a lot of true qi. He only soared back and forth on the periphery, and was not in a hurry to attack again.

Old fox.

Fang Yang shook his head helplessly.

Yan Shan wants to be a pioneer.

Then give it a try.

Scourge began to run wildly towards Fang Yang, so Fang Yang stepped on the Xunzi trick and also rushed towards each other.

He let out a roar.

There was a sparkle in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, there were dozens of pities in the sky, and the vibrating word trick was running again.

The scourge blocked the sky and saw no mercy, but he had to force a stop before a beam of flat thunder.

Stir up dust.