At a speed faster than the speed of sound, Zhang Feichen couldn't bear it, and the red blood had been oppressed and flowed out of his body. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It seeped out of the hundreds of millions of pores all over his body, making his whole person look like a bloody person, which was terrifying.

Another cyan boulder nearly three feet high was smashed into pieces by Zhang Feichen, and the stones burst out, and his body finally couldn't bear it at this moment.

Syllable!

The sound of bones breaking appears.

But Fang Yuan didn't care about it, he locked on to him like a shadow, not giving him a chance to pull out the mustard bracelet.

In the end, Fang Yuan jumped even more, swooped forward, his fist reappeared, and slammed towards Zhang Feichen's heart.

The black flying sword burst out with dazzling black light again, and the black light seemed to swallow Zhang Feichen, protecting it like an eggshell, this scene was very strange.

Zhang Feichen still couldn't dodge after all, and blocked with a black flying sword.

Fang Yuan's fist carried the sound of the wind, causing the void to roar incessantly, like a Hercules-like punch, shaking the entire Little Kunlun Mountain.

Qian Dajin and Song Ming, who were fighting fiercely in the distance, were shocked by this punch.

Click!

The black eggshell shattered in response, and the black flying sword also turned into speckled fragments, turning into flying ashes under Fang Yuan's continued True Yuan bombardment.

Fang Yuan's punch was hindered, but the black flying sword turned into flying ashes, and the remaining strength of this punch was still there, and with a whirring sound that broke through the air, it hit Zhang Feichen's left shoulder.

Due to being blocked by the eggshell transformed by the black flying sword, Fang Yuan's punch to Zhang Feichen's heart was deflected.

Click!

Zhang Feichen's left shoulder was broken by Fang Yuan's punch and turned into powder, and his arm hung down weakly, unable to exert any strength.

Yes!

Zhang Feichen, who flew upside down for nearly ten feet, spurted blood and screamed, the pain in his left shoulder and several broken bones around his body made him sweat coldly, sweat and blood mixed, making his face very terrifying.

Fang Yuan's right hand trembled, cracks appeared in his fists, and blood oozed out, he used his physical body to shake the black flying sword alive, what kind of physical strength was this.

The pain did not make him feel pain, but his eyes shone brightly, and he was extremely hopeful for the development of his physical body in the future.

Even the sanctification of the flesh is not impossible.

Fang Yuan is a little back to basics, he is a little interested in ancient martial arts such as Xingyi Fist, the magic weapon is always a foreign object, his own physical body is real, and his physical body is not inferior to the magic weapon.

Zhang Feichen's face was pale, and he couldn't stop shaking on the ground, at this moment, his flying sword had been destroyed by Fang Yuan, and there was no magic weapon available, he was completely discouraged.

In the smoke and dust in the sky, a figure like a killing god walked out, and as the breeze blew, the sand and dust slowly dispersed, and the figure of the killing god completely emerged.

Zhang Feichen's eyes were full of fear at the moment, he didn't know what to do, he was just afraid, he didn't expect that with his own strength, he would still lose to this kid who had not been in the late stage of qi induction for a long time.

"It seems that I won. Fang Yuan slowly wiped the blood on his fist, step by step, and walked towards Zhang Feichen heavily, the steps were not fast, but they were very steady, every time he stepped on an area, that area would crack.

Zhang Feichen felt that the footsteps were like stepping on his heart, making the sound of his heart beating extremely strong and loud, and the cracked area under his feet seemed to be cracking his heart.

Zhang Feichen had already foreshadowed his fate, but he didn't expect that he couldn't beat this kid, no matter what, he had only one death, he closed his eyes, and he had no strength to struggle.

Burst!

A flash of golden light flickered, accompanied by a huge head flying up, sprinkling blood all over the sky.

Gollum!

The skull rolled far away, falling into the large, invisible, black chasm.

Fang Yuan will not show mercy, those who want his life will not only have sympathy, it will only bring trouble to himself, if you want to kill, you must first be conscious of being killed.

At this time, he was in front of a headless corpse, the flying sword flashed with a golden cold light, and the head of the corpse was missing.

He turned his head to look at Qian Dajin.

Only he and Qian Dajin were the only ones standing in the Ling Tian, and all three of them were killed.

Qian Dajin obviously suffered a big loss with no combat experience, and at this moment he was covered in blood, and it was obviously inseparable from Song Ming.

But the final result was that he won, after all, his small realm was going to overpower Song Ming, and he only suffered some losses at first, and then the more he played, the more experience he had, the more Song Ming naturally couldn't beat him.

The two looked at each other.

Suddenly, in Fang Yuan's spiritual field, a black light rose into the sky, and a dead qi centered on that black light, instantly diffused towards this small Kunlun Mountain, only for a moment, the black qi suddenly converged, converging into a seemingly ordinary weed, everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

But the dead aura that filled the surroundings, the spirit flower herbs withered, lost their vitality, and languished, which indicated that all this was true.

Zhuxian grass is ripe!

Fang Yuan came to Lingtian in a few steps and looked at the Zhuxian grass that he had planted in a remote corner.

The medicinal herbs in the spiritual field were almost all dead, and as they got closer to the Zhuxian Grass, a black dead aura became more and more obvious, and about a foot around the Xuxian Grass, even the spiritual soil changed from golden to completely jet-black.

Everything seems to be lifeless.

Only the fairy grass shone with a shining black light, and it seemed full of vitality, and the nine slender black leaves, as if moistened with morning dew, were bright and crystalline.

"What kind of herb is this, it can actually absorb the vitality around it? Could it be the Zhuxian Grass?" Qian Dajin followed, he was also attracted by this strange sight, but he didn't expect it to be caused by such an unsightly weed-like thing.

Qian Dajin recovered quickly from the first killing, he should be used to killing on this mountain, thinking that Fang Yuan almost planted a demon because of the murder.

"It's Zhuxian grass. Fang Yuan said to Qian Dajin with certainty, and then carefully pulled out the Immortal Grass.

He cautiously put it into a wooden box carved from red sandalwood, the wooden box was not large, but it was inlaid with nearly thirty pieces of jade, which was used to hide the dead qi of the Zhuxian grass.

After absorbing so much vitality, it was still a thick dead air, and Fang Yuan was a little surprised by the Immortal Grass.

After he put the Zhuxian grass into the wooden box, he shook his hand vigorously, as if he was afraid of being contaminated with the death of the Zhuxian grass.

This Immortal Grass has matured, and I don't know if there is a chance to get it, Fang Yuan pondered.

Qian Dajin watched Fang Yuan's action of shaking his hand, laughed dryly, and didn't ask any more questions.

The origin of this Immortal Grass, Fang Yuan didn't say, he wouldn't ask.

"Senior Brother Qian, where did you say Qiankong is now?" Fang Yuan remembered that Zhang Feichen said that Qiankong would die sooner or later, and he didn't know if he would be able to come back.

If you can't come back, you can leave this cultivator alliance quickly, but he can't repay the empty life-saving grace.

Qian Dajin pondered for a while and spoke: "Zhang Feichen came to kill you just when the world was changing, there must be a reason, otherwise he should have come over early." ”

Both of them are smart people, as soon as Qian Dajin said it, the two of them instantly thought of something.

If this is not a change in heaven and earth, but man-made, then everything can be explained.

Could it be that Qiankong is fighting with people at the three mountains of Penglai, Abbot, and Yingzhou, which caused this vision of heaven and earth?

The two of them gasped, if this is the case, I am afraid that the dry sky is really more auspicious.

Fang Yuan closed his eyes, carefully feeling the soul connection between the stone Gu pill and the dry sky.

The connection is still there, which means that Qiankong is not dead.

Qiankong didn't die, Fang Yuan hesitated again, whether to run or not, the Xuan Immortal Grass in the small box hadn't been given to Qiankong yet.

What can I do about this, Fang Yuan was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and according to Zhang Feichen, Chen Tong and a few people were also coming soon, which made Fang Yuan anxious.

If you wait here, Na Qiankong will die, and if Chen Tong and a few people are caught, he will die.

If he escapes and is caught by that Qiankong, it is estimated that he will also die, and the purpose of Qiankong's capture is probably to make the Zhuxian Grass mature faster, Fang Yuan does not dare to bet.

Just as Fang Yuan was thinking wildly, in a clearing outside the door of his cave mansion, that piece of void was torn apart, revealing a one-person-high, black crack, which looked like a black hole.

The moment the crack opened, eight terrifying coercions came out of the crack, just like the oppressive feeling when a green aurora appeared in the sky some time ago.

This coercion came from the crack, although Fang Yuan and the others were far away, they were still overwhelmed by the majesty of the eight paths, the coercion was too terrifying, it was not at all something that they could bear in the late stage of qi induction.

Suddenly, a torn robe sleeve emerged from the crack.

Could it be that someone came from the shattered void, Fang Yuan and Qian Dajin glanced at each other, and each other was deeply wary of this crack.

Just when the crack was fully unfolded, the owner of the robe sleeve completely appeared outside the crack, and a figure appeared from the crack, which was the empty sky.

When Qiankong completely appeared, several eerie voices shouted in the cracks: "Qiankong thief Dao, where to go!"

After saying that, the voices seemed to strike together and hit the crack, but the crack closed silently.

"He's dead!" A voice came out at the end of the rift, determined to be unusual.

After doing this, Qiankong fell to the open space of the cave mansion, and Fang Yuan and the others had already come to Qiankong's side in an instant.

Sizzle!

The two of them who saw the appearance of Qiankong gasped, and now the cyan robe of Qiankong was torn, it was simply unclothed, and every piece of cloth of the robe was full of bloodstains, as if the robe had been washed in a basin of blood and worn on the body.

What kind of battle did this Qiankong go through, Fang Yuan was shocked, thinking of the eight coercions coming out of the crack, this Qiankong was not fighting with the other eight elders of the Cultivator Alliance.

Thinking of this, Fang Yuan was even more shocked.

Looking at the current appearance of Qiankong, it seems that there is more air intake and less air out, and the wood is about to rot.

Fang Yuan helped Qiankong up, broke his lips, and fed a Yang Yuan Pill, but it had no effect.

The blood on Qiankong's body couldn't be stopped, and Fang Yuan secretly thought that he was afraid that he was going to experience the fall of a refining period power.

Although the Yang Yuan Dan has no effect, it is not only because of this Yang Yuan Dan that it is because of this Yang Yuan Dan, but also wakes up leisurely.

Qiankong coughed up a mouthful of blood again, looking at Fang Yuan and smiling bitterly.

This wry smile made Fang Yuan a little hairy, and his scalp rose up.

"Is this your Zhuxian Grass, do you still want it?" Fang Yuan took out the sandalwood box inlaid with jade and handed it to Qiankong and asked.

Qiankong pushed the box to Fang Yuan, as if he had exhausted the last trace of strength in his life, and said miserably: "I don't need it now." ”

Fang Yuan took the box back, and Qiankong continued: "Originally, I wanted to use you as a guide, use the rich wood spirit qi in your body, neutralize the death qi of the Zhu Immortal Grass, refine the Zhu Immortal Pill, and subvert the Alliance of Cultivators, but now this is all in vain, I didn't expect them to find out that I was injured early, and they actually plotted against my Kunlun Yuqing Purple Mansion Immortal Thunder Method, I was careless!"

After speaking, Qiankong continued to spurt blood.

Fang Yuan's heart trembled when he heard what Qiankong said, and sure enough, this Qiankong didn't have a good heart to catch himself, and he actually wanted to use him as a guide to refine what kind of Laoshizi Immortal Elixir.

"At the beginning, I was blinded by your qualifications, and I only cared about the plan to destroy the Cultivator Alliance, but now it seems that your kid has great luck, and he definitely doesn't deserve to die in my hands, sad! sad!"

Qian Dajin naturally didn't know what the two were talking about, but he felt that it was in a fog.

"If you escape, then Zhu Xiancao you go to Kunlun and hand it over to the senior brother, he will naturally understand that I have fallen with my body, and what he will do when the time comes, it will not be something I can control. Qiankong held Fang Yuan's hand, as if he was pleading.

"Let me go to Kunlun Mountain, okay. But your senior brother won't continue to use me as a guide to refine that kind of immortal elixir, right?" Fang Yuan questioned.

"There is no chance to use it, what can be done after refining, you can rest assured of this. Qiankong said with difficulty.

"That's good. Fang Yuan was finally relieved, if he was throwing his life away in Kunlun for the sake of Kunlun, it would really not be worth it.

"Many disciples of the eight elders of the Cultivator Alliance have gone to the city to inspect, but they should all be back soon after receiving the news from the master, but I am afraid that it will be difficult for you to escape. ”

"Then what should I do? I can't run out, and I can't save my own life. Hearing Qiankong's words, Fang Yuan wanted to leave quickly at this moment, running for a while early.

Qiankong looked at Fang Yuan and smiled again, only this time it no longer made Fang Yuan feel furious, but a kind smile, like an elder, this kind of smile he had only seen in his parents and master.

"You bow your head. Qiankong said to Fang Yuan.

Although he was a little confused, Fang Yuan still lowered his head, muttering in his heart that he didn't know what this empty space was going to do.

Qiankong smiled and gently placed the palm of his right hand on the top of Fang Yuan's head at the Baihui acupoint.

On the surface, although there was not the slightest bit of force, the chaos in Fang Yuan's Mud Pill Palace, like Pangu opening the sky, was split.

I just felt that a lot of things were flooding into my brain in an instant, which made his brain swell violently.

Zhen Yuan frantically rushed towards his brain, that Zhen Yuan was like a fairy sword in a mouth, like ten thousand swords piercing his brain, he had a feeling of tearing, feeling that his brain was about to be cut by this ten thousand swords, and the pain was unbearable.

But he endured it, and withstood the impact.

"You must hold back, this is the birth of divine thoughts, which is what the vulgar call spiritual power. ”

Qiankong's voice remembered it in time, and it shook his brain like Hong Zhong Dalu, and it actually slowed down the tearing sensation temporarily.

With the birth of divine thoughts, then wouldn't I want to step into the coveted god transformation period, Fang Yuan thought.

You must hold back, Fang Yuan cheered himself up.