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[Chapter 816]: The sword of everyone pointed at the future god king

The resident spirit in Lin Wuzhu's body let out a chilly laugh.

Under the words, Lin Wuzhu's mouth suddenly opened, and a cold killing intent appeared on his heroic face.

"Then there is no need to keep this son, the creation of the fourth level must belong to me, and anyone who can compete with me must be completely nipped in the bud!" The blood-colored sword soul behind Lin Wuzhu let out a wisp of humming.

Not only that, Fang Ming's heart set off turbulent waves.

Nine-star god species.

Only the Chosen Son would be given the Nine-Star Divine Seed by the Fang Family's Ancestral Tree.

In the future, it is possible to become a peerless power in the legendary god kings!

It is enough to leave a name on the genealogy of the clan, pass it on for eternity, and bless more than 100 generations!

"Heavens, why are you so unfair, how can this son have the Fang family's nine-star divine seed, how can he be, how can he be!" Fang Ming let out an unwilling roar in his heart.

At this moment, Fang Ming was heartbroken, as if he had been stabbed with a sword.

The starry eyes were filled with dragon-like blood, and the power on his body gradually recovered.

At this moment, Fang Ming gradually changed from the original fear to unwillingness and monstrous anger.

"Kill, kill! Kill this son, take away his luck, refine his soul, and I will definitely be able to become the eye-catching existence of the descendants of the clan. ”

"Kill, kill this son, he is just a scattered clansman, he actually has the legendary nine-star god species, and he also threatens me to get the holy blood inheritance, if I don't kill him, where should I go on the road of martial arts?"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Fang Ming's mind was full of killing at this moment, and he couldn't wait to break Fang Zhi's body into pieces.

I can't wait to frustrate Fang Zhi's bones and scatter ashes.

Hatred between the two and a conflict of interest...... There is also Fang Ming's resentment and jealousy against Fang Zhi, which has completely been unable to be resolved.

Only when one of them dies can they break the shackles!

Ji Nanfeng showed a trace of timidity in his heart.

The future God King of the Fang Family.

He actually wanted to kill a future Fang Family God King.

Although the Ji family is not weak, it is slightly inferior to the Dongjifang family.

What's more, it's the Middle Earth Family?

That's the real powerhouse.

It is enough to stir up the mountains and rivers in the Shenwu Continent!

Just when the south wind was timid.

Fang Ming noticed that Ji Nanfeng was timid, and seemed to have a retreat, so he smiled and said to him: "Ji Nanfeng, I advise you not to retreat at this time. ”

"You and Fang Zhi have no possibility of reconciliation, if he gains the Tao, he will definitely kill you, you can't escape! Even if he doesn't kill you today, when he will become a martial artist in the future, he will become a powerhouse, not only will you die, but your Ji family will suffer a catastrophe because of this!"

As soon as this statement came out.

The monsoon wind shuddered.

There was a deep fear in his eyes.

This fear is getting deeper.

Compared to Fang Ming and Lin Wuzhu's ruthlessness, they were extremely firm in their Dao hearts.

Monsoon is nothing more than an arrogant and self-righteous greenhouse flower.

And he thinks he is good at short-term scheming.

Ji Nanfeng shuddered with fright, and the other party Ming said timidly: "Fang Ming, this is the existence that you may become the god king of your clan in the future, and you still want to kill him?"

"So what? Is he worthy of becoming the Eight Desolation God King? With him, is he qualified to override my Fang Ming's head?" Fang Ming was crazy, looked at Ji Nanfeng with a hideous smile, and said: "What about the Chosen Son? He has not inherited the bloodline of my clan, that is, he is an outsider who has not returned to the clan, I kill him, I don't have to bear any wrong responsibility!"

"You join forces with me to strangle this son who is still in the bud, and all the creation he has obtained belongs to you, how about it?" Fang Ming's fangs were exposed, and at the critical moment, his ruthlessness was shocking.

Ji Nanfeng was terrified.

It was the first time he had seen Fang Ming's cruel and hideous appearance.

It's like an evil cultivator who has fallen into the devil's path.

The smirk made his scalp tingle.

Fang Ming saw Ji Nanfeng swaying, his expression hesitated, and he reminded with a sneer: "Ji Nanfeng, if you are Fang Zhi, will you let you go in the future?"

As soon as this statement came out.

Ji Nanfeng's heart was shocked, his eyes froze in shock, and he woke up like a dream.

Oh, yes!

In other words, he is Fang Zhi with the bloodline of the God King, will he let himself go in the future?

No way!

It will inevitably be ruthlessly liquidated, and the Ji family will be implicated, and blood will be returned to blood, so that we can relieve the hatred in our hearts.

As soon as he thought of this, Ji Nanfeng's expression struggled several times, and finally showed a fierce light, and he gritted his teeth and replied: "Then do it! I will kill this son, you and I will join forces completely, and Hugh will look ahead and backward, kill this son, and cut off their respective threats!"

"It couldn't be better!" Fang Ming's eyes showed a fierce light.

Monsoon is a waste though.

But he is a member of the Ji family after all.

Most of his visits to the tombs of the generals this time are also for the inheritance of the clan.

If the south wind can contain Ye Li for a while, it will be a great help.

But Fang Ming's eyes concealed a fierce glint.

This fierceness is incomparably rich.

If he obtains the Holy Blood Inheritance of the Clan, he must kill Ji Nanfeng.

Fang Zhi's death must be planted in the hands of this son.

Although he coaxed Ji Nanfeng to say that he was not guilty of killing the Chosen Son of the Nine-Star Divine Seed who failed to inherit the bloodline of the Fang family.

But what about the facts?

If the people of Middle-earth learned that someone dared to do something to the Chosen Son of the Nine Star God Seed......

Fang Ming was just thinking about it......

The chill that came out of the soles of my feet hit my mind all the way.

Don't talk about the Ji family when the time comes!

Even Fang Ming, who was a member of the same clan, had to die.

People of their line will also be implicated.

But......

If Fang Ming took away Fang Zhidi's luck, refined Fang Zhidi's Nine Star Divine Seed, Three Souls and Seven Spirits, and blamed the Ji family with a strict tone, then Fang Ming would be able to ascend to the sky in one step and be side by side with the first-class Heavenly Pride in the Shenwu Continent!

Ye Li in the distance was amazed at this time.

Time...... It's all in a trance.

I thought that this son was born in a commoner's concubine.

Now it seems......

The identity and status of the other party are clearly no less than her.

The status of the Fang clan is by no means comparable to the Ye family.

If compared.

The Fang clan is like a divine sun that never falls in the sky, and the Ye family is just a bright moon.

It's much, much bleaker than it is.

"Big liar...... You lied to me again, I thought you were a commoner, but I didn't expect you to ...... It actually has the posture of a god king!" Ye Li muttered stupidly, but then he was stunned, his eyes showed a hint of concern, and he said to himself: "No, he didn't lie to me, he didn't tell me, he is a commoner......"

"Well, I really haven't said it, it seems that this big liar still has a bit of a conscience. Ye Li couldn't help but smile dumbly, and her purple eyes bloomed a little brightly.

And at this moment, within the strange space of the second level.

Fang Zhi is struggling to support.

The five black dark lamps have been burning for nine breaths at the same time.

Just the last breath!

But the black smoke giant ghost that was thousands of feet long, the flesh was already solidified, and a pitch-black war knife composed of countless boiling ghost flames was gradually condensed.

This knife ......

It seems that he wants to cut the world!