At this time, bursts of smoke rose in Jiangxia City, and a huge golden crow rose into the air, screaming one after another, flying towards the large array outside the city.

Flying into the sky, Fang Yan looked up, only to see the golden crows scattered, turning into clouds of flames, gathering in the sky above the formation.

In an instant, the sky above this place turned into a red flame purgatory.

Then, a volley of footsteps flew out of Jiangxia City, the Taoist robe hunted in the air, a pair of eyes glowed with red gold and fire, and half of his cheeks were covered with flame lines, beautiful and hideous and terrifying.

Beside him, a female disciple of the Donghua Sect exclaimed: "This is the Vermilion Bird Leaving the Fire and the Flowing Fire Red Golden Pupil, Senior Uncle Bai Zhi has made a move!" ”

A voice rang out in the air, piercing the sky.

"Just a demon, Hugh is presumptuous!"

In an instant, Fang Yan only felt the snake's body tremble, and he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, not daring to get up, until the demon receded and the fire cloud dissipated, and then he stood up, looked at the restored blue sky, and secretly sighed at his own insignificance and insignificance.

At the end of the shift, back in the resident room, Fang Yan threw himself on the wooden bed, staring at the roof in a daze, his mind blank.

At this moment, I only want power, I want huge power......

"Woohoo!"

The two wolfdogs ran to Fang Yan's side, shaking their heads and tails, sticking out their tongues, feeling the owner's mood down, and wanting to comfort the master.

Fang Yan suddenly got up, clenched his fists, fantasy is better than hard work, hard work can move forward!

He turned to the two wolfdogs and began to observe them closely.

Tongue, teeth......

Well! Not bad, no problems!

Let's look at the other changes.

Well?

Ha! The dialect is secretly happy, and it really works.

The muscles of the two wolf dogs were swollen, their limbs were full of explosive power, and there was a faint spiritual power circulating in their bodies.

This is the manifestation of the cultivation of ordinary demon beasts in the enlightenment period.

It's done!

So, Fang Yan took out his collected blood and began to think about the next plan.

……

On this day, when she was about to go on duty, Zheng Yin found the dialect, threw her a storage bag, and said with a smile: "It's not bad, there is progress, I, as a master, see it in my eyes...... There are many Dao Tibetan classics of my Qingying Sword Sect in it, as well as some materials used in cultivation, which are counted as rewards for you as a master. ”

Fang Yan took the storage bag, glanced at Zheng Yin, and accepted it directly, it is a fool not to take advantage of it, anyway, it is his own master, so he doesn't have to be so polite.

Zheng Yin explained a few more words, and left in a hurry.

Fang Yan hurriedly returned to the house, took out the storage box in his arms, and took out the bottles, cans and kraft bags prepared inside, and the storage box was empty in an instant. On the way to the shift, I deliberately made a detour and returned the storage box to Liao Shijin, and then hurried to the battlefield.

Converging the members of the group, the dialect is still the scout, and the team members are still in the eighty-first position to clear the fish that have slipped through the net.

Rumble!

As the hammer fell, another monster fell, and the dialect dragged somewhere uninhabited, carefully loading the blood.

Skillfully cut the throat, pick it up, and wait for the blood to no longer flow, then take out the cowhide water bag, and pour the blood in the teapot into the water bag, although this is an additional procedure, but it is convenient and fast, because the water bag mouth is too small to hold blood, it will waste time and monster blood.

Sticking to the fire charm, extinguishing all traces, the dialect got up to find the next target.

Go through the formation, come to the front line, find a monster leader who ran into the formation, and feel a little excited in my heart, the formation can suppress the monster leader, and attack it.

In this way, the monster leader has become a lamb to the slaughter, which is not a rare situation since the formation was operational.

The opportunity was rare, and Fang Yan didn't have time to think about it, so he raised the war hammer and fought with the monster leader.

The second battle was obviously much smoother than the first, after all, the strength had increased slightly.

"Heavenly Sword Three Uniques, Desperate!"

As the warhammer transformed into many afterimages, it landed on the neck of the monster leader, and the huge body fell with a bang.

Seal your throat with a hammer!

I'll it!

Fang Yan hurriedly dragged the corpse of the monster leader to a remote place, it was pleasant to seal his throat with a hammer, but the blood flowed all over the ground, it was a waste!

Fortunately, in the end, he didn't waste too much, and patted the water bag with satisfaction, and Fang Yan sent the peripheral situation back to the group with a sword talisman, ready to go to the next location.

Now, due to Lu Zhengyi's order from the Immortal Dao Alliance Leader, all disciples have to participate in the counterattack war.

However, fortunately, you can take turns to rest and give your disciples time to breathe.

Through the formation, Fang Yan hummed happily: "We ordinary people~ I'm really happy today~hey~!" That's it...... Double! ”

Who knows, because the road needs to pass through the front-line position, the dialect has to travel more than 1,000 meters out of the formation for a short time, and is targeted by a demon cultivator in the late stage of Jindan, and because he came out to do bad things, he chose a remote area, and there are almost no figures of his own monks around.

Dialect secret pills, this is simply a cocoon, you can only fight hard.

Take out the gilded hammer, and the first move is the most powerful killing move.

"Heavenly Sword Three Uniques, peerless!"

The demon cultivator smiled wryly, and as soon as he stepped back, his figure slowly faded, and then disappeared.

Immediately afterward, Fang Yan felt a sharp light around him, like an appendage, locked on him.

Worst! This demon cultivator is not easy to deal with!

Sting!

As the voice sounded, the robe of the lower abdomen of the dialect was torn, soaked with traces of blood.

"Despicable! The rats who hide their heads and tails have a kind of heads-up! ”

An ethereal voice rang out around them: "Hey, hey! As long as the end can be achieved, why bother with the means. ”

Where can you hide?!

It can only be a less obvious place, near trees, stones, etc.

Then ......

Fang Yan took out a large number of talismans from the storage bag, all kinds of effects, waved his hand and threw it around, a burst of black smoke and miasma, accompanied by the coughing sound of the demon cultivator.

"Found you!" The tongue smiled contemptuously.

Demon Xiu slowed down, showed his figure, and said disdainfully: "So what? If it weren't for the fear that your Immortal Dao Alliance would have a high-level disciple nearby, dealing with such a mere foundation building period ant like you, why would I have to hide my head and tail so carefully, huh?! ”

Demon Xiu smiled cruelly: "In that case, let's end this game of cat and mouse!" ”

A puff of black smoke rose up, and the demon cultivator disappeared with a thud.

Poof!

With a muffled snort, Fang Yan was hit by a sword in his waist and abdomen, and blood flowed like a pour.

"He~!"

The demon cultivator gradually revealed, and a contemptuous smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "Immortal Dao Alliance? But that's it! ”

Drawing out the flying sword, the demon cultivator intends to end the life of the dialect; "Feel the taste of death!"

Fang Yan was weak, only feeling a cold flying sword against his neck, unable to struggle.

Airplanes~!

Suddenly, the sound of a flying sword breaking through the air sounded on the left.

A flying sword flew from the left side of the demon cultivator, as fast as lightning, piercing his body in an instant, and he didn't even have time to react.

Demon Xiu fell, looking at the left side in disbelief, where a figure wearing a golden robe came over, and before he died, he laughed at himself: "Han Xiang, the head disciple of the Yanxing Sect!" Hehe~ Grandpa, I ......"

Before Demon Xiu finished finishing the swear words in his mouth, the flying sword made a detour in the air, quickly slashing through his neck and cutting off his head.

Shave!