The disciples of the Xianmen who had just experienced the great victory were not killed by the disciples of the Heart Demon Sword Sect from time to time, but at this moment, they were cried wolf by the ghosts killed by Fang Zheng, and their hearts were broken, and nearly 100 people were killed by Fang Zheng and retreated, constantly retreating towards the teleportation hall, and only by retreating to which teleportation hall could they withstand Fang Zheng's fierce attack. Even the little fat man Lu Nanqi was also frightened by the power of the sky brought by Fang Zheng, and as everyone retreated towards the teleportation hall, he didn't dare to stop the disciples of the Immortal Gate from attacking Fang Zheng.

At this moment, Fang Zheng can be said to be a real demon god descending to earth, and the last trace of clarity in his heart is also occupied by this desire to slaughter, and there is only one thought in his heart, that is, kill, kill!

After leaving behind more than a dozen corpses of the Immortal Gate, the little fat man Lu Nanqi and the others all evacuated to the teleportation hall. And behind him, Fang Zheng kept picking up his fist and slamming the rolling demonic qi on the transparent prohibition that came out of the exit of the teleportation hall, only to hear the explosion of "boom" from time to time, the air, and the house were shaken.

"Senior Brother Yang, what should we do now! This demon incarnated by Fang Zheng is really too fierce, we basically can't destroy it!" As soon as he retreated into the teleportation hall, someone suddenly asked Yang Ziyue, who was full of embarrassment.

"Alas... I didn't expect the demon incarnated by Fang Zheng to be so fierce, so let's hurry up and ask the elders in the door for help, right now, as long as the elders and Dharma protectors of the Jindan period can kill this demon. What we have to do now is to guard this teleportation hall until the reinforcements inside the door arrive, if we let this demon rush into this teleportation hall, we have to finish the game, our death is a trivial matter, if this demon destroys the teleportation array in the teleportation hall, we will be the sinners of the entire immortal gate, everyone must fight to defend this teleportation hall. Yang Ziyue, who had a tired face, couldn't help but beat his body when he heard this.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom......"

Listening to the roaring roar, the demon incarnated by Fang Zheng waved his fists with red eyes and kept attacking the transparent guardian prohibition.

"Fangzheng, what's wrong with you? Stop! I'm Lu Nanqi! Don't you want to be like this? Don't you even recognize me?" Seeing that Fang was constantly attacking the guardian prohibition at the exit of the teleportation hall, the little fat man Lu Nanqi shouted at Fang Zheng outside the prohibition with a worried look on his face.

Regarding the summoning voice of the little fat man Lu Nanqi, Fang Zheng was completely lost in his mind, he was indifferent to foreign objects, and his former good companions were at the end of the road at the moment, he didn't know anyone at the moment, and the only thought in his heart was to kill everyone in front of him.

"Fang Zheng, what the hell is wrong with you, don't go on like this, hurry up, how far you can escape, you won't be able to leave as soon as the Jindan Elders in the Guild Gate come. At that time, they will definitely dispose of you like a demon. Fangzheng, you wake up! If you can listen to what I say, hurry up and separate! Fangzheng, I beg you, don't attack, hurry up!" Seeing that the demon incarnated by Fang Zheng ignored him, suddenly the little fat man Lu Nanqi was still there and spared no effort to persuade Fang Zheng.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom......"

The mass grave (above) at this time can be said to be a cloak distribution, weak and weak, how embarrassed and embarrassed. It has the monstrous momentum of the previous majesty that cannot be seen on all sides. And the little fat man Lu Nanqi used his fat body to protect Fang Zheng tightly, staring at the old man in Tsing Yi in front of him with a resolute face, that is, Lu Nanqi's master Wu Jiang, and the Jindan elder of Xianmen.

I have to say that the strong man of this Jindan period is a major watershed in the cultivation world, and the monks who have achieved the Jindan Avenue and the foundation building period can be said to be different from the clouds, before Fang Zheng incarnated into the devil, his strength was infinitely close to the strong man of the Jindan period, but after all, he is not a real Jindan period powerhouse, among the disciples of the foundation building period, he can kill all directions, but when he encounters a real Jindan period of the strong man, he is not the opponent of the other party, this is the grand gap between the monks of the foundation building period and the strong man of the Jindan period.

"Lu Nanqi, what are you doing here? Do you want to obey the orders of the teacher? Be in the company of this evil demon, and stop the demon from slaying the demon for the teacher!" Seeing the little fat man Lu Nanqi blocking in front of Fang Zheng, the old man in green clothes Wu Jiang suddenly couldn't help but say with a cold face at Fang Zheng.

"Master, Fang Zheng is basically not an evil demon, he is a hero, it is he who resisted the attack of most of the disciples of the Heart Demon Sword Sect in the foundation building period, and we were able to recover this occupied spirit stone vein. He was just resurrected by the devil, the master begs you to save Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng is not an evil demon. The little fat man Lu Nanqi couldn't help gritting his teeth when he heard this. As for his master calling Fang Zheng an evil demon, he was very dissatisfied, but he was not too dissatisfied.

"Lu Nanqi, since Fang Zheng is not an evil demon, why would he kill his fellow sect and attack the guardian array in the teleportation hall?" Wu Jiang, the old man in Tsing Yi, suddenly couldn't help but ask in a cold voice when he heard this.

"Master, you listen to the apprentice carefully, the matter is like this......" The little fat man Lu Nan Qiran heard the words and informed his master Wu Jiang of what happened in 1510.

"What Lu Nanqi said is the truth. Wu Jiang, the old man in Tsing Yi, listened to the careful voice of the little fat man Lu Nanqi, and suddenly couldn't help but turn around and ask a few Xianmen disciples behind him.

"Well, for the sake of Fang Zheng's great dedication to the sect, he restrained more than twenty foundation building period monks of the Heart Demon Sword Sect in one fell swoop, so that we recovered the spirit stone vein occupied by the demons of the Heart Demon Sword Sect, but now he has also turned into a demon and destroyed so many fellow sects, this merit is offset, Elder Ben hereby announces hereby that Fang Zheng will be expelled from the door wall from now on, and he must not regard himself as a disciple of the Immortal Sect, if he violates it, he will be punished by the sect issued by the Immortal Gate!" Wu Jiang, the old man in Tsing Yi, interrogated what happened, and then shouted loudly at everyone present.

"Master, what are you talking about? You're going to drive Fang Zheng out of the door, aren't you going to drive him to a dead end?" Hearing the command of the old man in Tsing Yi Wu Jiang, the little fat man Lu Nanqi suddenly couldn't help but ask the old man in Tsing Yi Wu Jiang with an incredible face.

"Hmph... Killing his fellow disciples, according to the rules of the door, should be punished, and expelling him from the door wall is cheap for him. Wu Jiang, the old man in Tsing Yi, flicked his sleeves when he heard this, and suddenly couldn't help but snort coldly at the little fat man Lu Nanqi.

"Master, how can you do this, now that Fang Zheng is being expelled from the door wall, doesn't that force him to die? With such a serious injury, if he is not treated in time, it will be difficult for him to survive today. Seeing that Fang Zheng's face was pale and weak, the little fat man Lu Nanqi suddenly couldn't help but say with a look of indignation.