After the killing, the first thing to do is naturally to touch the corpse.

At this time, Fang Yuan endured the pain, pocketed the storage bags of several people, and then picked up the magic weapons that had fallen aside.

The black gourd, the crimson iron fan, the earthy yellow seal, and a nine-ring broadsword, four intact high-grade magic weapons, are now all owned by him.

There are still treasures in the storage bag that have not yet been checked, and several people are patriarchs, so they are naturally worth a lot of money.

"Killing people and setting fire to the gold belt, sure enough, there is no wealth, it is faster than robbing."

Although he was seriously injured, he still had a smile on his face and was not in a hurry to open the storage bag.

Hanging it on his body, he stumbled to the ground and recovered from his injuries.

Bang Bang Bang ......

The raindrops the size of beans fell slowly, and after brewing for a long time, they finally rained sparse raindrops.

On the battlefield, Fang Yuan sat cross-legged, his face was like gold paper, and the little raindrops fell between the tips of his hair and slid down the hair threads.

I took a deep breath and a purple glow appeared in my eyes.

Raise soldiers for a thousand days, and use soldiers for a while.

When he was planning to exchange injuries for injuries and forcibly kill the three people, Fang Yuan had already prepared and realized.

Although his body was seriously injured, he also happened to have the means to treat it.

Mobilize the purple glow qi that has been cultivated for a long time, slowly flow around the body, and recover from the injury.

Since he switched to cultivation, he has been persistently strengthening this aura every day.

Now it has paid off, from the size of a hair to the thickness of a thumb.

Under Fang Yuan's mobilization, this mysterious purple glow qi headed towards the wound and covered the sea.

The hideous wound on his back slowly healed under the warmth of this purple glow.

Drizzle, breeze, soot, corpses.

Fang Yuan's figure with purple light appeared worldly and independent, mysterious and hazy.

Hong Ping'an and the four of them, holding the spell shield, rushed in the drizzle.

Seeing the corpses on the ground from a distance, the huge pits, and the figure sitting cross-legged, exuding purple meaning, asked tentatively.

"Senior Brother Fang... Is that you? ”

The night was hazy, mixed with raindrops, making it difficult to see their faces, and they could only be judged by their approximate size.

Meanwhile. Wang Jiu and more than a dozen other monks who practiced qi at the fifth or sixth level also appeared in the sky.

Fang Yuan, who was healing, heard the voice, noticed the arrival of two groups of people, and opened his eyes.

As soon as the purple meaning on his body was collected, the whole person became dull.

"It's them!"

Seeing that the two sides were approaching, his heart moved, he stood up and shouted loudly, "Senior Brother Hong, Senior Brother Chen, Senior Sister Liu, you are just in time!" ”

"Wang Balcony, Wu Youde, and Chen Zhengkang have been ambushed and ......"

Hong Ping'an and the three of them had just arrived here, and after hearing Fang Yuan's voice, their bodies were stunned.

When he saw the battlefield not far away, with the corpse, his throat couldn't help but float up and down, and he swallowed his saliva.

"In addition to Wang Balcony, are there two other late stage Qi practitioners? …… Are they all ambushed? How is this possible......"

The horror in my heart was inexplicable and unbelievable.

Previously, in the ancestral hall, seeing Fang Yuan pressing the Wang Balcony and beating them had already shocked them.

Now that he suddenly heard that there were two other monks in the late stage of Qi cultivation, they were all killed by Fang Yuan, how could he not be surprised.

You must know that the three of them are all eighth-level Qi cultivators, and they are the heads of a clan, and the magic weapons on their bodies must not be weak.

The strength is not trivial, and under the combined efforts of the three of them, it is the ninth layer of qi training, and I am afraid that it is not an opponent.

And Fang Yuan was still at the sixth level of Qi cultivation three years ago, and it had only been more than a year since he was promoted to the seventh level of Qi training.

He hadn't even returned to the Extreme Yang Sect yet, obtained the identity of an inner disciple, and learned the advanced inheritance.

It was unbelievable that he could kill three veteran late-stage Qi cultivation cultivators who were one level higher than him at the same time.

Fang Yuan's image became mysterious and dangerous in their hearts.

"It must be the treasure given to him by Lin Qianshan's seniors, it must be ......"

After Hong Ping'an and Chen Changming glanced at each other, this thought rose in their hearts at the same time, and they both remembered that when Fang Yuan persuaded them before, he had said that the foundation building monk Lin Qianshan's predecessor had given him a treasure.

"If I had the background of Lin's predecessors, and this treasure......"

The look of jealousy flashed in the eyes of the two.

Among the many outer disciples of the Extreme Yang Sect, they are just ordinary goods, although they have some relationship, but they are too far behind the foundation building monks.

After many years of cultivation, it was not all smooth sailing, and the progress of cultivation was slow.

The ambition to go further has been lost.

Now that I see with my own eyes a person who has cultivated to be the same as them, surpassing them, and doing all kinds of incredible things, it is difficult for my heart to accept it for a while.

Subconsciously found a reason to balance in my heart.

Liu Lanying looked at Fang Yuan's figure with awe, although she had many doubts, she was not as self-deceiving as Hong and Chen.

The three of them had different thoughts, and they didn't speak out immediately.

But no matter how they thought about it, their fear at this time was far beyond everything, and they didn't dare to have the slightest unfavorable thoughts about Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan didn't know that in a short period of time, several people had so many ideas.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Now Wang Jiu and other monks are the focus of his attention.

Although there were no monks in the late stage of Qi cultivation among these people, they were all elites of the fifth or sixth level of Qi cultivation, and there were a large number of them.

And he is still injured, he has not fully recovered, and his mana has been consumed a lot.

It just so happened that Hong Ping'an and a few people arrived, so they could fight against these people.

"A few junior brothers and sisters, shoot together and kill the comer."

Seeing that a few people were in a daze, Fang Yuan drank sharply.

Don't talk nonsense much, take the lead in sacrificing magic weapons.

The black gourd was suspended on the side, which was obtained from the king's balcony.

This magic weapon is a high-grade group attack weapon, although it has not yet been sacrificed, but it can also be used.

"Yes!"

Hearing Fang Yuan's order, Hong Ping'an and the others were shocked, and they didn't dare to be careless.

They also hurriedly took out the magic weapon, and they naturally noticed the monks who came from afar.

This group of people is friend or foe, and there is no room for reconciliation between them.

It can only be that one side dies and one side lives.

And Wang Jiu and the others also heard Fang Yuan's previous voice, their faces changed drastically, and the aura on their bodies was a little disordered.

Hurriedly stopped the light and looked at the battlefield in panic.

The immortal cultivator's eyesight is amazing, even if the night is dark, and there are falling raindrops blocking the vision. After looking for it, I still saw those corpses.

Although they didn't see their faces, their clothes and clothes were very familiar to them, and they were the three patriarchs.

"Patriarch ......"

Seeing the corpses with their own eyes, they all looked sad and frightened, and they were a little overwhelmed.

Even the patriarch of the eighth layer of Qi cultivation is dead, how can these people be opponents, and his heart is becoming more and more afraid.

Cowardice before fighting!

They all stopped and retreated.

Just when they were at a loss, Fang Yuan and the others came over, and the black gourd spewed out a large number of ice crystals and shrouded them.

"Kill!"

Hong Ping'an's magic weapons also followed, one stone stirred up a thousand waves, and this group of people hurriedly resisted the attack of Fang Yuan and the others without preparation.

The rain was getting heavier.

The clouds were overcast, and the entire view was obscured by a thick curtain of rain.

In this downpour, there is a strong murderous intention!

"Poof"

A fifth-level Qi cultivator was the first to fall to the ground, and then more monks were hit by magic weapons and fell to the ground and died.

The killing came too quickly, too smoothly, and it was just a one-sided slaughter.

This was not only because the strength of Fang Yuan's few people was stronger than them, but also because of the words of killing several patriarchs before.

When they suddenly heard the news, they had not yet accepted the digestion, and naturally the six gods had no master, and their morale dropped greatly.

He was reluctant to retreat, and he didn't dare to go all out for the first time, so that Fang Yuan and the others had the advantage.

"Run......

After a few people died, the dozen or so monks began to flee.

The rain was pouring down, and they didn't even have time to open the shield, so they scattered and fled.

"Chase, don't let anyone go!"

The rain hit Fang Yuan's body, and lightning swept through, revealing an expressionless face.

"In the world of cultivating immortals, the survival of the fittest, the big fish eat the small fish, the small fish eat the shrimp, no one is an exception, and no one is innocent."

Fang Yuan squinted his eyes slightly, watching Hong Ping'an and the others chase and kill, and also chose the direction where there are many people to chase after until he killed the people who escaped.

Being weak is a sin in itself.

……

After a stick of incense, a few people returned, with a few more storage bags in their hands.

With the high-level monks being washed out in blood, the three major families in Ocean Springs City are only left with the monks who guard the property, and their cultivation is not high, and it is difficult to make waves.

Since then, the Qi practice family, which has been inherited for a hundred years, has completely become a thing of the past.