"The four of you are not simple, the old man asked himself that at your age, the cultivation strength is not as good as your current level, it can be said that you are still glorious even if you are defeated today!"

After an elder of the Fang Pavilion said this, he rubbed his body and rushed forward, and the majestic palm power attacked Tan Hao like a devastating force.

After being forced to such a point, Tan Hao fought hard, resolutely bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of yuan blood full of spirit and spirit sprayed into the air.

And immediately following Tan Hao's hands, the Barren Stone Lingyan quickly intertwined out, absorbing the Yuan Blood in the air, and perfectly reproducing the spiritual sense of the Barren Stone Lingyan.

"Desolate!"

The vast desolate power rippled out from the huge barren stone evolved from the flames, constantly eating away at the vitality of all things around him, to strengthen the power of his body, and what was even more terrifying was that with the spurting of a mouthful of Yuan blood, Tan Hao's whole spirit instantly became sluggish, his eyes were cloudy and slightly dim, and several strange skin cracks appeared on Tan Hao's forehead, his complexion was yellow and dry, which was terrifying!

"Go!"

Fighting with the last strength, Tan Hao volleyed out with both palms, and the huge barren rocks rushed over in the face of the opponent's attack, still encroaching on the power of vitality along the way, leaving a strange and dry desert.

"This kid actually sacrificed the flame with Yuan Blood, and temporarily reproduced the power of the Great Cheng of the Barren Stone Spirit Flame, which should not be underestimated!

Fang Mo, who repelled Asura, took advantage of the gap to see Tan Hao's movements, and couldn't help but be slightly shocked in his heart.

The Yuan Blood Sacrifice is a forbidden secret method that only a flame warlock with the spiritual fire of heaven and earth can cast, at the cost of part of his own Yuan blood, in exchange for the temporary brilliance of the spiritual fire in the body, but the price of the caster is heavy.

Yuan blood is popularly said to be the spirit of people, it is the spokesperson of vitality, a person desperately consumes the vitality and the means to perform, you can imagine how powerful the power is, and in terms of the rewards that can be harvested, the price is also very high, Tan Hao's blow, at least lost at least three or four years of life!

Therefore, after seeing Tan Hao perform such an attack, Fang Mo would give such an order and join the other elders to deal with it.

After receiving Fang Mo's order, for a while, the flames flew over, and the Dao Dao Fire Gang Finger was like a substantial sword qi, wantonly vertical and horizontal in the air, and the momentum diluted the clouds in the sky, colliding with the huge barren stone, causing an uproar!

The barren stone exuded a strong barren power, frantically devouring the power in the opponent's flames, Fang Mo plus the three elders, how could the strength be easily compatible, slamming into the surface of the barren stone, the flame fingers one after another, constantly hitting the barren stone, producing a huge collision cyclone, carrying a large area of flames, towering into the sky, the scene is vast and magnificent!

"Senior Brother Hao!"

Seeing Tan Hao so desperately fighting one against four, Mu Ling did not have the slightest pride in his heart, on the contrary, it was endless sourness, watching the people around him fall one after another, Mu Ling couldn't help but secretly hate himself for not working hard in cultivation at the beginning, hating his weak strength, whenever he encountered trouble, he always became the object of protection, which made Mu Ling very unwilling.

"Gala... Quack!"

At this time, there was a chilling cracking sound from the barren stone, Mu Ling heard the reputation, only to see that after withstanding the continuous attacks of Fang Mo's four people, Tan Hao's barren stone Lingyan became crumbling, and Dao cracks appeared on the surface of the barren stone, and the real cracking sound was like a knife, constantly cutting Mu Ling's heart, painful and desperate!

"Boom!"

In the end, the barren stone was overwhelmed and exploded, and the powerful anti-shock force slapped on Tan Hao's body like a sea, and a large mouthful of blood continued to pour in from Tan Hao's mouth, and his whole person was like a kite with a broken string, smashing heavily on a rock, and the whole person instantly lost consciousness!

"Three elders, put those two stinky boys to death quickly, Mu Zhongze's daughter will be captured for me, as for that little beast, I will personally cut off his head to pay tribute to my son's heroic spirit in the sky!"

Fang Mo gave a fatal order, and then looked in the direction where Asura was buried, at this time, the demon horse Yanhoof was using his front hooves, constantly digging the gravel on Asura's body, after noticing Fang Mo's eyes, the demon horse Yanhoof stopped his movements in fear and retreated slightly.

"After cleaning up, see how I teach you a lesson this beast who eats inside and out!"

Fang Mo's face was gloomy and he slowly walked towards Asura.

"Don't, Fang Mo Pavilion Master, I beg you, let us go, for the sake of our Xuanhuo Gate, you are an elder, how can you do this!"

When he saw Fang Mo walking towards Asura, Mu Ling stumbled out and opened his arms to block Fang Mo's body.

"You're right, if it weren't for the fact that your Xuanhuomen and my side are in the same vein, you wouldn't be able to live today, I still say the same thing, I want me to let you all go, unless I let my son come back from the dead, otherwise don't talk about it!"

After speaking, Fang Mo ignored Mu Ling's pleading, shook his big hand in the air, and then shook it to the side, pushing Mu Ling aside mercilessly.

"Boom!"

Seeing that Fang Mo was getting closer and closer to Asura, the demon horse Yan's hooves were a little restless and restless, and his thick and powerful front hooves were constantly scraping the ground, and pieces of rock debris were splashing from time to time on the side of his hooves, with a posture of wanting to rush up.

"What? Do you want to rebel even like a brute?"

Fang Mo stopped and stared at the demon horse Yan Hoof opposite.

"Boom!"

As if he couldn't stand Fang Mo's gaze, the demon horse Yan Hoof suddenly raised a high-pitched hiss from his upper body, and rushed towards Fang Mo fiercely, followed by a brilliant demon fire, which erupted from Yan Hoof's mouth and went straight to Fang Mo!

"Brutes are brutes in the end, this just freed you from the manipulation of the dragon needle, and this will bite me in turn, hum! I'll teach you a good lesson when I'm done cleaning up here!"

As he spoke, Fang Mo stepped forward indifferently, and with a wave of his big hand, he flew out with the demon fire and the demon horse.

"I can't help myself!"

Looking at the hot hooves that fell to the ground and kept screaming in pain, Fang Mo snorted coldly and continued to walk towards Asura.

"Master Fang Mo Pavilion, please stop!

Mu Ling, who was unwilling, shouted hysterically at Fang Mo, but Fang Mo turned a deaf ear to him completely.

Looking down at Asura lying on the ground unconscious, Fang Mo smiled fiercely, and then one palm slowly raised, wisps of bright flames, swirling between the five fingers, the fire gradually revealed, and the palpitating power gradually condensed in the palm.

"Yan'er, for the sake of my father, I will take the head of the enemy and sacrifice your spirit in the sky!"

Speaking of this, Fang Mo's murderous aura was all restricted, and a thick aura of sadness shrouded around Fang Mo's body, at this moment Fang Mo was no longer a cold killer, but a strict father who avenged his son!