Shen Yueren's face changed when he heard this, but he didn't dare to slow down a point when his body drifted, and he still tried his best to resist Liu Qian and Mo Xiaokui's attacks.

"The Great Elder has made it clear that the Yanglong Sect is truly dead from today onwards. Even if all the senior brothers scold me for being greedy for life and afraid of death, the facts have been decided, and I, Zhao Dawei, still want to move towards the higher peak of the Immortal Dao, so I don't plan to give up this last part of my strength for the sect. If there are any brothers and sisters who have this idea, just come with me. ”

Without waiting for Shen Yueren to make a decision, under the fierce pursuit of Wu Yue and the seven-headed blood-eroded bone skull, the low-level disciples of the Yanglong Sect, who also began to be unable to support it, shouted from a man in his fifties, and then led these disciples to the side of the avenue, the gap between the two mountain peaks, and quickly fled.

Among these fleeing gatekeepers, only two figures were stunned, and when they were hesitating, they saw the seven-headed blood-eroded bone skull coming behind them like hellish ghosts, Sihai flashed the scene of several fellow disciples dying, and suddenly there was a great light under his feet, and he chased after the fellow who fled in panic in front of him.

Seeing this, Fang Zhengyuan's face was undisguised, and a light sigh came out of his mouth, and the look of disappointment was beyond words.

However, Fang Zhengyuan didn't say anything to blame, he still stared at Chen San and didn't look back.

It's just that Fang Zhengyuan knows in his heart that it is normal for these departing people to have this reaction.

After thousands of years of suppression in the Luofan Temple, these so-called remnants of the Yanglong Sect have been extremely hard, and sometimes they are not even as good as ordinary casual cultivation, and most of the beginner disciples are about to find the treasure of the Tianhuo True Person.

Although in recent decades, the blow of the Luo Fan Hall has weakened again, and the power of the Yanglong Sect has also been improved a lot by taking this opportunity, the strength of the sect is still equivalent to some of the last sects in the Lingcheng Realm.

Not to mention that these recruited newcomers have joined a low-level sect, they have to be careful when they go out, so as not to be seen as a remnant of the Yanglong Sect, so as not to be reported and killed.

In this way, even with the tempting argument that they were about to find the Heavenly Fire True Inheritance and could learn the Supreme Method, these low-level sect members' hearts of belonging to the Yanglong Sect still could not be improved much.

It can be said that these low-level disciples have been able to persist in cultivating until the current realm and have not left the Yanglong Sect, and they are already the most loyal group of low-level disciples. Therefore, Fang Zhengyuan brought these nine people to the land of barbarian demons to assist him, Zhou Yuan, and Shen Yueren in searching for the relics of Tianhuo Zhenren.

It's a pity that the sudden appearance of Chen San and Liu Wenfeng became the beginning of the nightmare of the Yanglong Sect.

At this last moment, he gave up the inheritance that was about to arrive, and after four thousand years, the remnants of the Yanglong Sect survived in the cracks, and kept the inheritance that the next elite sect went to the land of barbarians to search, but it was the wedding dress of others.

Fang Zhengyuan is unwilling!

"Great Elder, Yueren is leaving, you can go too!"

"You have said that Yanglong is dead, and you have been worried about Yanglong for so many years, so you will not retire today and go home to enjoy your old age. ”

"Didn't you say that you still want to watch your grandson Xiaotian grow up, marry a wife and have children?"

The last sentence fell into his ears, and Fang Zhengyuan's expression changed slightly, and a touch of love appeared on his face.

After a sigh, Fang Zhengyuan's face returned to its original expression.

The words of persuasion one after another came out of Shen Yue's mouth with difficulty, and in just a few words, there were two more small wounds on his body, and one of his lower legs was wiped by Mo Xiaokui's wisp of poisonous black qi, and it suddenly began to turn black and fester, leaving a trace of black blood and pus, and he almost couldn't stand up.

Dealing with two enemies of the same level at the same time, and distracting and persuading, Shen Yueren can be said to have exhausted his feelings.

After some persuasion failed, Shen Yueren, whose eyes were slightly red, resisted Liu Qian's spell and forcibly got out of the battle group.

With a flip of his palm, several Emerald Green Pill pills appeared in his palm, and they were all taken into Shen Yueren's mouth.

The small mouth chewed quickly, Shen Yueren's face instantly turned green, and more than that, the skin of his exposed hands and feet was also quickly dyed by a burst of seeping green, and the whole person looked as hideous and terrifying as a ghost in the underworld.

Seeing this, Liu Qian's figure that wanted to rush forward suddenly stopped, and Mo Xiaokui, who was not far away, rolled out a gust of yin wind and crossed her, whining and rushing towards Shen Yueren.

Before Liu Qian could open her mouth to stop it, a dark green smoke had already gushed out from Shen Yue's mouth on the opposite side. Institutions

Compared with the dark green smoke that was only a few zhang square for the first time, this smoke was not much bigger, but the color was dark green and black, and bursts of fishy sweet and disgusting breath wafted out of it.

Caught off guard, the dark green smoke tumbled slightly, and Mo Xiaokui had already fallen into it.

In less than half a breath, a terrible howl came out of it, and then Mo Xiaokui's figure rushed out.

The black qi around his body was gone, and the jet-black skull was dyed with a layer of dark green, and small green bubbles bulged and exploded on it, and the bursting of each bubble left a hole of the same size on Mo Xiaokui's skull.

Immediately, Shen Yue's figure turned, and he found a direction in a long scream, rolling up dark green smoke and rolling away.

At this moment, Fang Zhengyuan moved.

Cihang Baoshan Diagram under his feet was dazzling with a burst of spiritual light, and he quickly shrank and rolled up, and at the same time that Fang Zhengyuan grabbed it in his hand, an inconspicuous bronze long sword was already under his feet.

Fang Zhengyuan's mouth, a stream of essence blood spurted out, sprinkled on the Cihang Baoshan map in his hand, and then with a flick of his arm, the red and white spiritual treasure map flew out of his hand, chasing Shen Yueren, who was about to disappear.

"Yueren, try to help me take care of Xiaotian, this Cihang Baoshan is yours, just take it as a reward." Also, don't try to avenge me. ”

The treasure flew extremely fast, and when it passed by Liu Qian's side, even though Liu Qian had already noticed Fang Zhengyuan's actions and was prepared in her heart, she still missed letting the treasure map pass over her.

Fang Zhengyuan's voice reached his ears, Shen Yue's mouth stopped screaming, turned around to take the treasure, tears flowed down his dark green face, and after staring at Fang Zhengyuan, a long scream came out of his mouth again, and his body turned around, and he left without looking back.

Liu Qian looked at it coldly, her body did not move, until Shen Yueren turned a mountain peak and disappeared, leaving only a sad echo from afar, and then turned around and stared at Fang Zhengyuan.

Suddenly, Mo Xiaokui's body suddenly stopped, and at the same time that his eyes were red, a burst of blood-red light appeared on the surface of his body.

The moment the blood-red light came out, the red glow in Mo Xiaokui's eyes dimmed.

With the blood light coming out, the dark green that brought Mo Xiaokui a burst of fear was also peeled off, and then under Mo Xiaokui's thoughts, the blood light was wrapped in reverse, and after completely enveloping the dark green, it shot straight towards Fang Zhengyuan.

As long as he doesn't touch the yin soul, even if his skull is shattered, Mo Xiaokui, a yin and evil dead thing, won't feel a little pain. It was only under the dark green smoke that the body quickly dissolved, and soon it would be in danger under the fear of the Yin Spirit, that Mo Xiaokui would let out that strange cry that looked like pain.

Now, the culprit has left, and there is only one enemy left, Fang Zhengyuan, on the scene, and Mo Xiaokui can only vent his anger on this old man.

In the face of this mass of poison wrapped in Shen Yueren's dark green smoke, and the Yin Yuan attack separated from Mo Xiaokui's Yin Soul, Fang Zhengyuan didn't dare to be careless, turned out the Xuanbing gourd, and shot out a white cold light with all his strength.

The cold mang hit the Yin Yuan, and it did not explode, nor did it turn into crystal cold ice, bursts of smoke emitted from it, and after a breath, the smoke dispersed, and the air was already empty, and the cold mang, Yin Yuan, all disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Chen San and Liu Qian did not take the opportunity to make a move, and still stared at Fang Zhengyuan.

When the smoke in the air dissipated, Fang Zhengyuan's left hand that grasped the Lanhong Jingli bottle loosened a little, looked back at Chen San, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth: "The old man has been a casual cultivator since he was thirteen years old, and since he entered the Yanglong Sect at the age of fifteen, he has been in the immortal cultivation world for more than one hundred and thirty-seven years. In the past one hundred and thirty-seven years, the old man has seen many young talents from large and small sects, and there are many geniuses who have cultivated to the same level at such an age as the two of you, and even a few points higher, but ......"

While speaking, Fang Zhengyuan glanced at Mo Zhiji, who was standing at the head of the boat in the distance, and then his gaze returned to Chen San, "It's just that the two of you are a talented sect at the same age, and none of them are opponents of the two of you." If the two of you get the relics of the Heavenly Fire True Person, over time, not to mention the Spirit Inheritance Realm, the entire Xuantian Realm will have the names of the two of you. ”

"It's a pity that the old man is not a big-hearted person. On the contrary, the old man is still an extremely narrow-minded villain who does not see people's goodness. So, what the old man can't get, you can't even think of it!!" Suddenly, Fang Zhengyuan's tone changed, and he shouted hoarsely.

With the shouting, Fang Zhengyuan's body turned sharply, and the wrinkles on his face quickly appeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his still black hair was also dyed with a layer of silver white.

When Fang Zhengyuan completely turned around, he was no longer the old man with a ruddy face and a sturdy face, but a rickety, silver-haired, and his face was carved with the vicissitudes of time, like a dying person.

It's just that everyone's eyes did not fall on Fang Zhengyuan, but on the mouth of the blue rainbow pure glass bottle held in his hand, where there was a dazzling blue light cluster like the blazing sun, which was about to burst out of the bottle.