Fang Yuan shouted loudly, shaking the four fields, rolling and rolling.

Not far from the top of the Eight Desolation Mountains, Guan Ao suddenly stood up and promised loudly: "Okay!"

In the midst of this shout, he jumped to his feet.

Just below him, there was a cliff, Guan Ao fell straight from the top of the cliff, and in mid-air, his divine power was condensed.

"Drink!"

With a muffled roar, his feet stomped heavily on a stone platform covered in runes.

Bang!

His divine power, and the impact of his jumping from the cliff, made the runes on this stone platform suddenly all light up, and then, on this stone platform, there is a violent and unstoppable force, along the leylines below, quickly spread to all directions, and finally blessed the ten stone sculptures around the eight barren mountains and buried deep underground.

"Poof......

Those stone carvings rose in response, broke through the ground, and flew high into the air.

Each stone carving, more than ten zhang high, carved into the appearance of all kinds of fierce beasts, the meaning of blood on it is strong.

And after they all flew into the air, they opened their mouths at the same time, as if a beast roared.

"Hoo ......"

Endless terrifying suction power was generated from their mouths, swallowing in all directions, tearing the world apart.

The monks who were close to the Eight Desolation Mountain, without noticing, were already involuntarily, and were pulled directly towards the Eight Desolation Mountain by the terrifying suction, and then fell into the Eight Desolation Great Array screaming, and before they could react, they were suppressed......

"That's ...... Blood Demon Beast Venerable!"

Just behind the Eight Desolate Mountains, the beggar holding a cyan bamboo stick was enthusiastically offering a mirror, and put the scenes of Fang Yuan's vicious battle with the monk into the mirror, shaking his head, very happy, especially when he saw Fang Yuan's words "Since I am the devil, I will be a devil for you to see!", he was filled with righteous indignation, and he was even more satisfied.

But at this moment, he saw the stone sculpture flying, but his face was shocked, and he turned around and fled.

He was extremely fast, sweeping dozens of feet, and behind him, a terrifying suction force had appeared.

This made him secretly shout: "What do you want to do with this Heavenly Dao Foundation?"

Blood Demon Beast Venerable, that is a high-grade material that can only be used when setting up the array, terrifying and abnormal.

And this Heavenly Dao foundation was actually sacrificed at once, this is to suppress everyone in the big array!

The cultivators around him were not brainless, they had already inquired about each other before they came, and knew that Fang Yuan had the name of the three unique ways of formation, chess, and sword, so after coming here, he would never take the liberty of launching an offensive towards the Eight Desolate Mountain, for fear that he would lay out some formation and trap himself, so no matter how fierce the battle was, he would not approach the Eight Desolate Mountain.

It stands to reason that this is safe enough.

No matter how powerful your formation is, as long as I am far away from you, what can you do?

But what they didn't expect was that outside this big array, there was actually such an existence as the Blood Demon Beast Venerable!

Now that the ten beast venerables were all sacrificed by them, a violent gravitational pull was formed, sucking everyone over......

"Bad ......"

"Run, Run......"

The screams rang out all day long, and all the cultivators hurriedly fled to the periphery.

However, the power of the Blood Demon Beast Venerable can not be easily dissolved so easily, the monks who are close to the Eight Desolate Mountains do not have the slightest power to resist at all, and they are directly sucked by the Beast Venerable, and looking at it from a distance, it is like a "human meat dumpling"......

It was piled up in pieces and fell into the big array under the Eight Desolate Mountains!

And this distance happened to be what Fang Yuan had said before, near the Eight Desolate Mountains, within a hundred zhang!

For a while, I saw that with the Eight Desolate Mountains as the center, there was a gloomy cloud, the sky was dark, the giant knife scraped the ground, the gravel flew wildly, the trees rose from the ground, and the monks screamed again and again, accompanied by the smoke and ash, and involuntarily rushed towards the Eight Desolate Mountains, I don't know how many were torn to pieces by the mad violence of the beast Venerable, and I don't know how many were seriously injured, let alone how many were suppressed!

……

……

After a long cup of tea, I saw that the wind stopped, the sky was clear and the moon was bright, and the ten bloody beasts slowly sank into the ground.

Looking around, it has changed a lot.

Hundreds of zhang away, countless cultivators all went out to die and fled into the distance, like black clouds surging.

And within the eight barren mountains, there are only a few people left, trembling in fear, covering their faces with their hands.

Fang Yuan looked at these people intently, but saw Su Wenxiang of the Water Moon Sect hiding behind a mountain peak, frightened, Cui Yunhai of the Cui family in Zhongzhou, only he and the old slave beside him were left, half of their bodies were underground, but they escaped this catastrophe by escaping through the soil, and another bewitching woman in a black dress was hiding far away from the periphery, looking at Fang Yuan with a strange expression......

In addition, there are more than a dozen people, old and young, whose faces are also cloudy and uncertain.

These people were already the most top-notch among the surrounding cultivators, before they were hidden in the crowd, waiting for the opportunity for Fang Yuan to reveal a flaw and hit them again, it was impossible to find them in a hurry, but now they came to light.

Fang Yuan's eyes turned, and he had already seen a middle-aged man in a gray robe among these people.

The man held the sword in his backhand, and the sword was in his sleeve, looming.

Fang Yuan recognized the qi on his body, and hid in the crowd, and raised a sword, almost injuring himself was this person, and at this time, he was obviously thinking about repeating his old tricks, hiding behind Su Wenxiang, probably wanting to take advantage of Fang Yuan's attack on Su Wenxiang and then waiting for the opportunity to take out the sword, but at this time, seeing Fang Yuan's eyes looking at him, he slowly stood up.

"Who are you?"

Fang Yuan looked at him with no joy or anger on his face, he just asked softly.

"Tianlai City, Liu Ziyue!"

The gray-robed middle-aged man spoke lightly, his previous qi was almost imperceptible, but when he reported his name, there was an indescribable sharp intent rising above him, like a sword, stabbing at the Nine Heavens Cloud Night.

"He's ...... The first sword in Tianlai City?"

Not far away, there were many monks outside the Eight Desolate Mountains, and when they heard this name, their hearts were shocked.

But soon, someone shouted in surprise: "Isn't he in the Jindan realm?"

"It should be that I suppressed my cultivation with some kind of secret method, and then I entered the secret realm......

"Similar secret methods are common, but once you seal your own Jindan, I'm afraid that your cultivation will be permanently damaged, if you adjust it well, after returning to the Jindan realm, you will at least fall into the third-order cultivation, if it is more inverted, it will stay in the foundation ...... forever."

“……”

“……”

There was a lot of talk around, and his face was frightened.

I never thought that the Jin family would actually spend so much money in order to kill this Heavenly Dao foundation......

This kendo master Liu Ziyue is not a nobody, but a big master who sits on one side, above the reputation of the outside world, he is faintly on the same level as the ten ancestors of the Jin family, but now, he is actually fighting to repair and enter the secret realm?

The people around him were talking, Fang Yuan didn't pay attention to it, but when he heard the title of "The First Sword in Tianlai City", he suddenly remembered someone in his heart, so he looked at Liu Ziyue and said softly: "I once met a person named Gu Daoxiong, who once asked a sword master surnamed Liu for a sword, but he was misled and almost went astray, isn't it?"

"Gu Daoxiong?"

The more Liu Zi heard this name, but there was a hint of ridicule on his face, and he said: "There are many people who ask me for swords, and the long queue of kowtows can be ten miles away, and everyone says that they are sincere in learning swords, and beg me for advice, hehe, if anyone comes to ask for a sword, I will pass it on, wouldn't it be to give all the essence of my three unique swords to outsiders?"

Fang Yuan looked at him and said coldly: "If you don't want to pass it on, then you can refuse, why do you want to pass it on?"

That Liu Ziyue sneered and said, "Because I'm happy, can't I?"

Fang Yuan didn't ask anymore, took a deep breath, and said, "This time, I won't kill anyone else, but you will die!"

"Just you?"

Liu Ziyue heard this, his face was distorted for a while, and he said coldly: "Xiao'er is rampant, kendo is not as good as supernatural powers, it takes hard work, the old man has been practicing kendo for thirty years, learned swordsmanship, and broke swordsmanship, understood sword power, and broke sword power, and devoted himself to raising swords for ten years, and finally watched the changes in heaven and earth on the bank of the Yishui River, and got a glimpse of the true meaning of swordsmanship, what qualifications do you have to spread wild in front of me?"

"By the way of the sword!"

Fang Yuan said calmly, unexpectedly, the law seal scattered, and the three thunder spirits were taken away, and then his big sleeves fluttered, and he looked around, but when he saw the ground not far away, he threw a sword obliquely, presumably it was left by those people when they were sucked into the big array just now.

He pointed five fingers, and the sword flew into his hand, and then he held the sword in his back hand and walked forward.

"Look for death!"

The more Liu Zi saw him like this, his expression was distorted, and Sen Ran sneered.

Whether Fang Yuan was using his magic power or controlling the magic weapon, he would not underestimate Fang Yuan, but when he saw that Fang Yuan had actually received the magic weapon, he had collected the magic power, and he casually picked up a sword and walked towards him, and the absurd meaning in his heart lingered......

"I have long heard that you once instructed that kid surnamed Gu in the Jin family and belittled my kendo in public, and then the old man wanted to kill you!"

Liu Ziyue's eyes suddenly swept a cold light, and he shouted: "Today, it is right for me to make a name for myself!"

"Whoa......

When he said this, he was already in a state of swords.

In an instant, between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds changed, and in the air behind him, it seemed that a boundless river had appeared, spanning the void, surging and flowing, endlessly, an unstoppable artistic conception manifested from the void, and then blessed Liu Ziyue's body, he raised his head, looked at Fang Yuan with cold eyes, and suddenly smiled, and then the sword body shook slightly......

"Whoa......

An indescribable sharp edge appeared in an instant, and slashed in front of Fang Yuan's body in an instant.

But at this moment, Fang Yuan, who had been walking slowly forward, suddenly shook his figure and disappeared in place.

Rao is Liu Ziyue's bearing, and he couldn't help but be taken aback: "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"It's called a widow over the wall!"

Fang Yuan's voice appeared behind him, and at the same time, the earth-shattering sword intent appeared behind him, surging forward.