The black-clothed young man smirked, and then directly slapped Fang Ze with a palm.

He didn't even want his men to do it.

He wanted to personally torture this stinky boy who mocked him for his small role to death.

As he slapped his palm, there was a thick fishy smell in the air, and the palm was even more black smoke, obviously with great poison.

Fang Ze just stood there motionless.

The young man in black saw that he didn't move, as if he was scared stupid, he was secretly proud, and even saw Fang Ze rolling on the ground and begging for mercy in front of him.

Because his palm is full of yin poison, as long as the person hit by his poisonous palm will be as painful as ten thousand ants drilling into the heart, and then the skin of the whole body will rot inch by inch, and finally turn into a pile of white bones.

It can be said that countless people have died under his poisonous palm.

Mo Yizhou watched from a distance, and his heart became a little anxious, why didn't Mr. Fang hide, or sacrifice the flying sword.

At the Mo family's ancestral tomb that day, he only saw Fang Ze sacrifice the flying sword, so he only thought that Fang Ze's greatest ability was to make a flying sword.

Now it was obvious that he could also feel the horror of the black-clothed young man's palm, if this was hit, would Mr. Fang still be alive?

Comparatively speaking, the Mo sisters are more calm.

Especially Mo Jiayin, it can be said that there is no worry at all, and the little face is still proud.

Dare to do it with Brother Fang, I don't know whether to live or die.

At this time, the palm of the young man in black had already slapped Fang Ze's body.

He also smiled coldly, sure enough, he was just a stupid boy who was scared stupidly, and he was so angry with a stupid boy.

But the next moment, his face changed.

Because he felt that his palm was like slapping on cotton wool, and there was a feeling of sinking into the sea.

And he also found that the black qi on his body was also uncontrollably drilling into this person's body.

How is this possible, these black qi are the yin poison of his cultivation, and ordinary people are afraid to avoid it, how can this guy dare to take the initiative to absorb it.

He couldn't help but glance up at Fang Ze in surprise.

I saw that Fang Ze was just looking at him with a smile, and even that kind of look made him feel like he was looking at an idiot.

He also tried to withdraw his palm, but found that it was like being stuck with super glue, and he couldn't pull it out.

My heart was also shocked.

His men also noticed that something was wrong.

To rush towards Fang Ze.

However, as soon as their footsteps moved, Fang Ze just glanced at them coldly, and they suddenly heard a popping sound from their own bodies.

Then, with a face full of shock, he fell down bleeding.

The young man in black was already shocked at this time.

"You, who the hell are you?"

He even began to panic, because at this time, the yin and evil qi in his body was about to be absorbed, this was the result of his years of cultivation, and once it was gone, it would mean that he was like a waste.

And he also felt that death was very close to him.

And he himself has no ability to resist at all.

"Do you want to live?" Fang Ze just smiled playfully.

The young man in black had a stunned look, he had no doubt that this person would kill him, so he nodded hurriedly.

He knew that in front of this person, he no longer had half of the confidence, and of course his life was his greatest expectation.

"Okay, I can let you go."

Fang Ze said, the black-clothed young man had already staggered back a few steps, and his palm finally left Fang Ze's body.

Then he fell straight to the ground.

looked at Fang Ze with palpitations.

It seemed that he still didn't believe it, Fang Ze let him go so easily.

"Remember, my surname is Fang, Mr. Jiangcheng Fang, after I go back, bring my words to your master, if he is not convinced, you can come to Jiangcheng to find me!"

Fang Ze had already turned around at this time and didn't look at the black-clothed young man again.

The black-clothed young man's eyes flickered for a while, and then after getting up from the ground, he fled like a smoke, as if he was afraid that Fang Ze would regret letting him go.

"Mr. Fang, you let him go, what if he finds some more people to make trouble?" Mo Yizhou was a little worried at this time.

"He didn't dare, and he wouldn't." Fang Ze just smiled lightly, and then walked up to Mo Jiayin.

"In the future, the people who refine the pylorus should not dare to find you again, and you don't have to worry anymore."

Mo Jiayin suddenly felt as if Fang Ze was leaving at this time, and couldn't help asking, "Is Brother Fang going back to Jiangcheng?" ”

Mo Yun's expression also moved at this time, looking at Fang Ze.

Fang Ze nodded lightly, "Well, if you have a chance in the future, you can come to Jiangcheng to play." ”

After saying this, Fang Ze also left the Mo family directly.

He deliberately let go of the black-clothed young man to prepare to send a gift to the refining pylorus, if the refining pylorus saw this gift and dared to make a mistake, then he would personally go to destroy the refining pylorus.

Moreover, he had already identified himself in front of the young man in black, and if the Refining Sect wanted to find him, he would only look for him.

Now that this is the end of the matter, it's time to go back.

Sister Mo Jiayin just stared blankly at his disappearing back, although she was reluctant, she didn't say anything.

Because they also knew that Mr. Fang didn't belong here in the first place.

It's just that Mo Jiayin's fingers tightly twisted the corners of his clothes, desperately trying not to let his tears fall out.

……

In the middle of a mountain in the southwest.

A large bluestone hall is hidden deep in the mountains.

It is where the main altar of the pylorus is located.

A tall statue of a ghost and god stands directly above the bluestone hall of the refining pyloric gate.

Worshipped by the public of the pylorus.

The ghost statue with a hideous mask, covered in black, with a pair of eyes showing red light, is the founder of the Pyloric Sect, and later generations called it the ancestor.

Underneath the idol, there was a blood-colored pool, filled with bright red blood flowing.

At this time, a young girl struggled and was thrown into a pool of blood by several doormen.

The pool of blood immediately rolled up, and soon drowned the girl.

The girl didn't even have time to scream, and it had already dissolved with the blood in the pool.

The red glow in the eyes of the ghost statue also immediately bloomed, and it looked even more hideous.

The group of the Cultivator Sect knelt deeply under the idol, and recited strange incantations in their mouths.

It took a long time for the ceremony to end, and everything returned to peace.

There was only a group of black-robed old men left in the main hall, sitting around the statues, and all of those old men's bodies were surrounded by a cold aura, obviously with profound mana.

At the top is an old man with a withered face, skin like orange peel, and a ghostly hand, who is the master of the Pylorus Sect.

"Hasn't Hewei come back yet?" The Sect Master of the Refining Helicus Sect slowly asked at this time.

Hei Wei was the young man in black, his youngest disciple.