The town's pear orchard beams and pillars groaned and shattered, collapsing.

A certain casual cultivator who relied on his cultivation to become a golden pill wanted to escape, but was shot down from the sky by a demon cultivator.

Suddenly!

The overwhelming demon cultivators flew into the sky, and some people began to patrol, specifically dealing with the fleeing loose cultivators, and some people were in groups of three or five, earnestly sealing their hands, as if they were perfecting the formation that enveloped the town.

Fang Yan came back to his senses and remembered the Demon Cultivator's Ten Thousand Soul Blood Sacrifice Array, as well as the overlord in Pinghu.

"Run, there are demon beasts outside the town, and they are ready to sacrifice the creatures of the town with blood."

Although the dialect was said at an end and was upside down, Li Lingyun still understood, looked at her stupidly, and laughed, quite miserable and helpless.

"There are demon beasts outside the town, there are demon cultivators on it, and there are rebels inside, where to escape?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped into the town like a hill.

Every time Baxia takes a step forward, there must be constantly beams and blue-tiled doors and windows that are trampled into powder, the house collapses and ignites a fire, and the demon cultivators flying in the sky continue to chant incantations, and with each step, the soles of Baxia's feet will spread a cloud of red mist, and the powder will shake with the water flow like aquatic plants in the red mist, and then scatter and fall.

Fang Yan frantically thought about countermeasures, thinking about what he could use in his hands now.

Thinking about it, there is only a lottery holder, but unfortunately the luck value is 198, which is two points short.

That's right!

Sticker ...... She still has wooden skewers useless!

Fang Yan's eyes were bright, and he searched for the wooden sticks in his mind, thinking about their function by the way.

Restart, recovery state, this is not good!

Ingenuity, improve skills, this is not good!

Referring to the deer as a horse, this ...... Do you want to turn the tyrant into another animal?

It is estimated that all demon cultivators will go crazy, and they will not be able to leave if they want to!

This one doesn't work either!

It's easy to get this one...... OK!

Fang Yan suddenly remembered Dongfang Qing, she said when she first saw herself, dragons can be visible and hidden, and they can be huge and thin; I also remembered that Baxia hid at the bottom of the lake, and no one could find out about its existence, you must know that there are many people who go down to the lake to touch the stones every day, and no one can find it, which is very unusual in itself.

Moreover, it has two true dragon qi, according to the dialect wooden stick, it seems that the ability represented by the true dragon qi is not all the same.

Then, there is only one explanation, the true dragon qi on the body of the tyrant has natural supernatural powers related to this.

Steal!

After stealing, use ingenuity to ascend and escape.

"Use, at your fingertips, goal: Domination!"

Fang Yan ordered, and the wooden stick that the representative had at his fingertips flew out of his mind, crashing into the dragon head of the tyrant.

"Please~! Sanqing Daozun, Jade Emperor, Queen Mother, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Buddha of Rulai, socialist core values, rivers, crabs and beasts, all come to bless me~! ”

Airplanes~

Feedback came.

"Steal Skill: Talent Magical Power, Bright Vision."

"Darkness: Cover one's own heavenly chances, and know the heavenly opportunities and part of their fate."

Fang Yan almost couldn't control himself from crying with joy.

"Do you want to study?"

"Learn!"

Dialects are ordered to learn.

"Ding~!"

"Done."

"Use ingenuity."

The dialect again ordered the use of wooden sticks.

"Skills that can be improved: three stacks of swords, tea making, paper making."

Nothing?

The dialect is stupid, why is it gone at the critical moment?

That's right......

Talents cannot be boosted with a wooden stick.

Finished!

Forget it, let's cancel it first!

"Cancel use."

What to do, what to do, what to do?

Fang Yan anxiously paced in place, Li Lingyun stupidly sat in place with the old master in his arms and waited for death, many monks resisted the demon cultivators, and the fight was terrible, and many innocent civilians and rebels suffered.

"That's right!"

Fang Yan suddenly stopped, sat cross-legged in place, and in less than two quarters of an hour, the aura on her body changed, and Xiu Wei actually took a small step forward, and now she was in the middle stage of foundation building.

"Give me your sword, take you out."

The dialect stood up and held out his hand.

"What about the teacher?"

Li Lingyun asked with red eyes.

"It's not too much trouble, you just carry it, I can't guarantee that we will survive."

The tongue's emotionless voice came.

Li Lingyun gritted his teeth and picked up Fan Xiping's corpse, "If you die, I will never blame you, you can't do anything when the time comes, you can run first!" ”

"Let's go!"

Seeing Li Lingyun carrying Fan Xiping's corpse, Fang Yan carried a sword and opened the way in front.

The rebels she met along the way were not enemies of the dialect, and she was quickly killed by her as if she were chopping melons and vegetables.

These rebels plundered all the way, did a lot of evil things, and died innocently!

Halfway through, Fang Yan stopped and asked, "Pinghu can't go, it's more dangerous over there, where is there a water system around the town?" ”

"Water?" Li Lingyun thought for a while, and exclaimed: "Behind the school, there is a stream, which was there to save you in the first place......

"Where? Lead the way! ”

The dialect cut off a rebel and took a step back.

"Good!"

Li Lingyun led the way, and when he met the rebels, he handed them over to Fang Yan, passing by a certain street corner, and saw some scholars and monks, as well as the lazy idlers in the town, began to resist in an organized manner.

Scattered and fragmented, not on a large scale, destined to not last long.

When he met a certain demon cultivator on the road, there was not much difference in strength, and he was at the peak of the middle stage of foundation building.

Dialects have the confidence to fight.

"You can't leave, the Holy Sect has already laid a net of heaven and earth......"

The demon cultivator chattered endlessly, smiling and talking non-stop, as if he could tell the enemy to lie down and kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.

"You are the first to see this sword technique, you should feel ...... Depressed! ”

After speaking, Fang Yan posed in a sword pose and waved a sword trick.

"Heavenly Sword Three Uniques, First Style, Absolute Foundation!"

The dialect is a little embarrassing, this name is a bit like scolding people without that, like scolding eunuchs, in fact, it is about destroying humanity, that is, piercing the enemy's sea of qi with a sword.

The new sword technique that was smelted from the Great Dao Furnace just now using the Heavenly Official Book and the Sword Wave Three Stacks.

A total of three sword styles, absolute base, desperate, peerless.

Absolute base, pierce the sea of qi or Jindan Yuanying.

Desperate, somewhat similar to a sword to seal the throat.

Peerless, the soul is scattered, the ashes are gone, and there is no chance of reincarnation.

Fang Yan only came out with a sword, and the demon cultivator didn't even see the sword move clearly, so he covered the sea of qi in his abdomen, and he was in pain.

"Die! Damn the demons! ”

Fang Yan snorted coldly, and the flying sword twisted in the demon cultivator's abdomen, cutting off his vitality, and pulled out the flying sword.

"Hehe~"

Demon Xiu's voice was like a dilapidated old bellows, constantly pumping cold air and falling in a pool of blood.

"Let's go!"

Fang Yan swung his sword and commanded Li Lingyun to continue to lead the way.

All the way to the school, I hardly met any decent demon cultivators, until I entered the school, I heard a certain loose cultivator who ran to the center of the town say that there were several monks in the infancy stage who were organizing everyone to resist and rush out of the town, and he was about to rush there.

The dialect breathed a sigh of relief, and in this way, the pressure was greatly reduced.