The sudden situation frightened the three customers next to them into an exclamation and ran out of the store as if they were fleeing.

Fang Yu stood up, glanced at the smashed wall in front of him, and turned around and walked towards the kitchen inside the store.

Sure enough, he saw a corpse.

This corpse should be the real owner of this noodle restaurant.

The reason why Fang Yu walked into this noodle restaurant was because when he passed by the door, he sensed a familiar aura.

It was the breath of the subtle power of the magic circle that he sensed when he entered the Falling Immortal Valley before.

The corpse of the noodle shop owner in front of him had a distorted expression, his eyes bulging, and his skin was as pale as paper.

The method of death is exactly the same as the death of those martial artists in the Valley of Fallen Immortals who have been drained of their blood souls.

That little boy was obviously from the Witch God Cult.

When Fang Yu first stepped into this noodle restaurant, he knew almost everything about the situation.

Then he just pretended not to know, and wanted to see what the little boy was going to do to him.

Unfortunately, there was nothing new about the little boy's move.

It's nothing more than adding ingredients to that bowl of noodles and that glass of water.

Fang Yu didn't know what poison he was using, but there was no need to know.

Anyway, his body has long been invulnerable.

Fang Yu turned around and went back to the store, walking out of the smashed wall.

Outside was an alley, and it was here that the little boy fell.

However, at this time, his appearance is no longer the same as before.

After receiving Fang Yu's punch, the bones on his face were completely shattered and sunk into a large piece.

As a result, his disguised face was also beaten back to its original shape.

Not a little boy at all, but an old dwarf man with wrinkles on his skin.

At this time, the old dwarf man was not dead, but it was almost there.

He lay on the ground, blood pouring from his mouth and nostrils.

His body twitched slightly, and a whimper came out of his throat, obviously in great pain.

Fang Yu walked up to him and looked at him condescendingly, his eyes indifferent.

The old dwarf man was covered with only his eyeballs and could still move.

He looked at Fang Yu with only fear in his eyes.

How can it be?

He obviously added a large dose of Soul Breaking Powder to that bowl of noodles, and added a thousand poisonous powder to that cup of water!

They are all highly poisonous things in the world!

If ordinary people ingest even a little bit, they will die in an instant!

But Fang Yu ate the entire bowl of noodles, and at the same time drank the glass of water.

Swallow both poisons in your stomach, how can there be nothing at all!?

This situation is beyond his cognition!

"If you want to kill me, can you be a little more creative?" Fang Yu said.

The old dwarf man lay on the ground, unable to speak at all.

He stared at Fang Yu, longing in his heart for the poison to explode at some moment and let Fang Yu die violently.

Fang Yu took another step forward and asked, "It should be your leader who ordered you to kill me, right?"

"Instead of sending people over one by one to send them to their lives, why don't I take the initiative to go to your lair. ”

"Tell me, where is the base camp of your Witch God Cult?"

The old dwarf's heart thumped.

Fang Yu looked at the dwarf old man and frowned slightly.

The old man's whole face was sunken, and his mouth was obviously not open.

The punch just now was too strong.

"Forget it, let's do it yourself. Fang Yu squatted down and stretched out a finger to point it on the forehead of the dwarf old man.

He wanted to perform soul dementoring on the old dwarf and search for his memories.

But at the moment when his divine sense infiltrated the soul of the old dwarf, a certain mark on the soul of the old dwarf suddenly exploded.

"Smack!"

In an instant, the soul of the old dwarf man collapsed.

Sure enough, the souls of everyone in the Witch God Sect were left with their marks.

This also means that the supreme ruler in the Witch God Cult can control the lives of everyone in the Witch God Cult.

Whoever he wants to die, it's all in a thought.

And that would help him control everyone under him.

Fang Yu stood up and looked at the corpse under his feet, his face expressionless.

"Witch God Cult...... I'll take your nest sooner or later. ”

......

In a deserted suburb in the western part of Huaibei, there is an abrupt building.

Its architecture is retro, like a church.

At the top of the church, there is a statue of a monster with wings and a devil's face.

At this time, on the highest seat in the church, sat a man in a red robe.

The man wore a crown glowing with gold on his head and a veil over his face, revealing only a pair of eyes.

These eyes are rather eerie. The left eye socket was pitch black, and there was no white. The right eye socket is pure white, and there is no trace of black in sight.

One yin and one yang, separated from the left and right.

The man sat on a seat symbolizing dignity and quietly looked down at the group of people kneeling on the ground.

There were nearly eighty people in total, kneeling on the ground in an orderly manner.

Kneeling in the front row were five men in black robes.

In the second and third rows, there were twenty people in purple robes kneeling.

After that, there was a large number of people in white robes and gray robes.

This is the strict hierarchy within the Witch God Cult.

Except for the archbishop, layer by layer.

Everyone just fell to their knees and didn't say a word.

The whole church, eerily quiet.

Dozens of seconds later, the person sitting on the high seat suddenly made a hoarse sound.

"He's dead. ”

Hearing this, a black-robed man kneeling in the front row raised his head and said, "Archbishop, the strength of this son is far beyond our imagination, and I don't recommend sending someone to assassinate him again." ”

The archbishop on the high seat was silent for a moment and said, "Say what you think." ”

"If you want to kill this son, you should use the spell of killing! this will not only reduce our losses, but also execute this son completely!" said the black-robed man.

"Curse ......" the archbishop seemed to be lost in thought.

"We can use the most extreme bloodline curse to kill this son, including everyone who is related to him!" the black-robed man said in a ruthless tone.

"To perform the Bloodline Curse, you have to get his blood and hair, and in the end, you don't have to send someone to attack him at close range?, otherwise how can you get these two items?" the person next to him questioned.

"There are many ways to get his blood and hair, and you don't have to sneak attack. The black-robed man said with a chill in his eyes.

"Now that you're sure, I'll leave it to you. As long as I can see Fang Yu's corpse, I will give you the supreme reward. The archbishop said.

"Thank you, Archbishop!" the black-robed man looked happy and bowed his head again.

......

All afternoon, Fang Yu had been in the room studying the Spirit Suppression Array.

He tried to combine the Spirit Suppression Array with the Spirit Devouring Technique, but after calculating it, he found that it was almost impossible to do so.

The principles of the Spirit Crushing Array and the Spirit Devouring Technique are basically similar, but it is quite difficult to truly integrate them into the spell and use them.

From absorbing true qi to absorbing spiritual energy.

If Fang Yu really studied this technique, there would be no solution.

He only needed to find a place where the martial artists gathered, and then use the Soul Devouring Technique to absorb the spiritual energy in the dantian of all the martial artists around him.

Now he was only thirty-five layers away from the 10,000th layer of the Qi Refining Period.

If this can research this kind of large-scale Soul Devouring Technique, these thirty-five layers will not be a problem at all!

Thinking like this, Fang Yu's heart became more and more excited, and his concentration was extremely focused.

It wasn't until about ten o'clock in the evening that his mobile phone rang, pulling him out of his state of selflessness.

The call was made by Li Bingyan.

"Boss, you're too awesome, really! You're too awesome, 750 points! My God, do you know how I reacted when I first heard your results? I threw all my mobile phones away......" As soon as the phone was connected, Li Bingyan spoke in an excited tone.

"What are you looking for me?" Fang Yu interrupted him and asked.

"Boss, are you still in Nandu?" asked Li Bingyan.

"Hmm. Fang Yu replied.

"That's good. Tomorrow is Friday, let's take a cruise from Nandu Pier to Kowloon Island for two days. Li Bingyan said.

"I still have something to do, I don't have time to play. Fang Yu said.

"Oh, boss, the college entrance examination results are out, what are you doing so busy? With such good results, don't you go out and relax? I called Yu Yueyue too, she really wants to go, but she can't go until you...... You should take Yu Yueyue out to play. Li Bingyan said, "In the past two days, the Long family on Kowloon Island has just held a dragon's breath party, so it's good to open your eyes in the past." "Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience comes from Aiwang.