The blood spirit's head was broken open by a sword, but his body still rushed forward, and his fist momentum was not affected in the slightest! This punch came with a roar, and the golden pill monk was so shocked that he pulled up his long sword in a hurry, and raised his long sword flat in front of his chest.

The blood spirit's fist smashed firmly into the long sword. I heard the long sword scream, and then the spiritual light exploded, and a spirit weapon sword was smashed into pieces by the blood spirit's punch!

The huge force beat this Jindan monk to the chest, and a wave of blood rushed straight up. This Jindan monk is also a master of a hundred battles. He quickly retreated with the strength of the blood spirit's punch, and while spitting out the reverse blood in his mouth, his fingers flashed, and a thunderbolt fell!

The blood spirit raised his hand and waved, and the thunder light was dispersed before it could fall on his head. The blood spirit was equivalent to Fang Zhuo, and he directly extinguished that thunder light with a sword intent.

Leifa is fast and powerful, and is very popular with Taoist monks. And this Jindan monk's sect is even more famous for Lei Fa. He casually twisted his fingers into a thunder light, although this thunder light was dispersed by the blood spirit, but this Jindan monk was stunned, and casually shot out a thunder light again.

After this advance, retreat and slowdown, this person finally sacrificed his magic weapon!

It was a round jade plate. Thunder and light swirled around the jade plate, and a wild aura came out from it. The blood spirit felt the power of this weapon, and couldn't help but turn pale. He casually lit a blood light, and the witch spell blood thorn sent out a blood curse. Immediately, he exerted force under his feet, and his fists continued to meet the wind like a storm!

The Jindan monk felt the surging qi and blood in his chest and abdomen, and he couldn't help himself, and his internal organs were actually extremely damaged! The strength of this opponent is so great that it is so terrifying. Just a punch. One of his own weapons was smashed violently. I withdrew at least thirty or forty zhang away out of thin air, but I was still penetrated by that huge force and was extremely injured!

In a fit of rage, he stared coldly at the oncoming blood spirit, and danced with both hands to shoot a spell that shot directly into the jade plate.

Suddenly, ten thousand thunderbolts burst out!

Arm-thick thunderbolts erupted, forming a circle of thunder nets in the air. The thunderbolts echoed in midair. The sharp edge is Fang Zhuo's blood spirit!

The thunder light came from all directions, the momentum was amazing, and its power can be imagined!

The Blood Spirit's head had just closed and recovered. His eyes reflected ten thousand thunder rays, and then he shouted violently, and actually punched straight at the thunder rays that gathered in mid-air!

Shake the clouds!

A heavy amount of force is superimposed, and the blood spirit breaks the law with force, and regrets this thunder method!

A hint of coldness flashed in Brother Jindan's eyes. This Thunder Spirit Disc itself is a high-level magic weapon, and there are thirty-three thunder circles engraved inside. This treasure, he has to take it to the sect's thunder guidance array every once in a while to absorb thousands of thunderbolts. Therefore, it exploded with all its might. Enough to smash a Jindan monk to smithereens!

The opponent is just building a foundation and cultivating it, and at best it has a lot of strength. Although he didn't understand what it was, his head was split open, and it was still able to heal itself quickly. But if you dare to take this thunderous spell, just wait to turn into ashes!

Seeing a little blood light flying closer, the Jindan monk waved his hand and laid a protective magic circle. He carries with him a treasure of a magic circle that is specially protected, and he only needs to activate it.

The blood flashed, slammed into the spell, and vanished.

However, this Jindan monk suddenly felt that his body sank, and it seemed that something was wrong.

Before he could sense that something was wrong, he saw that the blood spirit's fist had already hit the thunderball that the thunder light and ten thousand daos had converged!

"Boom——! thousands of thunderbolts shot out in all directions!

Electric snakes flew in the air, bringing with them a piercing sizzling sound. When Monk Jin Dan saw the core of the thunder light, the blood spirit figure trembled, and there were already a few more holes in his body with the thickness of the mouth of the bowl!

It's done!

This Jindan monk was overjoyed in his heart, and was about to urge the Thunder Spirit Disk to end the battle again, but he suddenly felt that something was wrong with his dantian. He looked down and saw a bloody hole appear in his lower abdomen.

"............ you!?" Monk Jindan shouted in horror, and then his body went limp.

In the flash of thunder, the scarred blood spirit strode out, reached out and pinched the Jindan monk's throat.

A blood curse, although it was blocked by this Jindan monk, but there was still a part of the force that invaded the Jindan monk's body. Due to the Blood Curse, the person's reflexes and perceptions have become much more sluggish. The blood spirit resisted a thunderbolt of light, and just as the thunder light pierced through his body in many places, he shot out a sword intent.

With the intention as a sword, this sword took advantage of the opponent's sluggishness and directly pierced his dantian.

The power of the Thunder Light Wandao was indeed extremely great, and the blood spirit was not lightly injured, and it was almost disabled. But fortunately, he himself is composed of essence blood and one-yuan heavy water, and his recovery ability is equally amazing. His body blurred for a moment, as if he couldn't maintain his form. But after a few flickerings, those terrible wounds were completely gone.

Looking at the Jindan monk whose face had been eroded by the blood curse and had begun to turn red, the blood spirit bent down and knocked him unconscious, and then dodged and rushed into the battlefield again.

On the periphery of the battlefield, the wind and thunder flew rapidly, killing the monks who intended to flee one by one. Wind and Thunder have now recovered to their peak strength, stopping a few Foundation Cultivators, is that not a good way to capture? Especially since Fang Zhuo has already given the order to die, all opponents can be killed directly without leaving any living mouth, Wind Thunder Ghost Tail flashed, and he was very happy to kill.

More than a dozen people disappeared in the blink of an eye. The battle ended when the last foundation building monk was hit by a magnetic wave of the silver bat that swooped down from the sky, and then shattered his head with a claw.

Fang Zhuo looked at the opponents who fell to the ground in surprise, feeling so unreal for a moment. Once upon a time, the foundation building period was an unattainable master in his eyes. And today, he not only killed a group of monks in the foundation building period, but also overturned two Jindan overhauls!

With Jin Dan against Jin Dan, fighting and winning, Fang Zhuo didn't feel how difficult it was. I was still in the foundation building period, and I dared to break my wrists with Jin Dan. However, winning so easily, Fang Zhuo really didn't expect it.

It was true that his opponent was restrained by Fang Zhuo because of the talisman method, and his kendo cultivation was severely suppressed by Fang Zhuo, but Fang Zhuo really didn't have much effort to win him.

Fang Zhuo quietly recalled the entire battle, and then came back to his senses, on the one hand, he arranged for the blood spirit and wind thunder to clean up the battlefield, and on the other hand, he began to interrogate the two surviving Jindan monks.

One of the two Jindan monks was completely unconscious, and the other was semi-conscious.

Fang Zhuo squatted beside him and patted his cheek gently.

"Tell me about it, you think about it yourself, whether you say it yourself, or let me use soul searching. ”

This Jindan monk was the one who was struck through the dantian by the blood spirit. The blood spirit directly broke his limbs and sealed the spiritual power in his body.

"What do you want to know?" asked Brother Jindan, squinting his eyes.

Fang Zhuo looked down at him and asked, "Who are you, why do you want to kill all the demon clans here?"

"Hehe, what are you doing?" Brother Jindan's eyes flickered, and then he suddenly roared, "You are dead!"

Fang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and saw a spiritual light burst out from his body, suddenly disappearing into the sky. Fang Zhuo's expression turned cold, and he pointed at his forehead. The Jindan monk's eyes suddenly stiffened, and then he slowly fell into a coma.

Soul searching is actually an extremely vicious spell. People who have been searched for souls will generally have messy memories and delirium, and even if they survive, there is a great possibility of becoming an idiot.

Fang Zhuo quickly searched for what he wanted to know, and his face became more and more ugly. Retracting his palm, Fang Zhuo didn't look at it and killed all the two Jindan monks with his hands. He took out the golden pills of the two of them, removed the things from their bodies, and then circled all the corpses together with a wave of his hand. A stream of flame flew from his fingertips, turning them all to ashes.

That aura must have been an alarm spell, which would record Fang Zhuo's appearance and aura and transmit it back to these people's sects. However, Fang Zhuo had already performed the Water Breath Technique before he made his move, and he had already made a comprehensive change in terms of body shape and appearance and aura. Therefore, he had nothing to worry about this passed away spell.

Looking back, seeing that there were demon clans killed by these people everywhere, Fang Zhuo's heart was even heavier.

Some of these demon clans are medicinal herb caravans, and the other part is mountain people who make a living by collecting medicine here. Fang Zhuo sighed and waved his hand, motioning for the Blood Spirits to bury these demon clans.

Although the raiders were all disguised as demon clans, Fang Zhuo had already understood their identities. These people are actually all disciples of the Shenxiao Sword Sect!

The Shenxiao Sword Sect sent a number of such squads, turning into demon clans, and specially selected hidden places to pick up these caravans. They are frantically amassing spiritual materials by unscrupulous means.

Fang Zhuo guessed that this Shenxiao Sword Sect was so crazy, in fact, it was probably to deal with the Night Luo Tribulation forty years later.

However, the methods of this sect were so cruel that Fang Zhuo's impression of this largest Terran sect close to the Demon Clan's territory became extremely poor.

"Shanli! Shanli! Wake up! Wake up!" At this moment, a cry came.

Fang Zhuo turned his head and saw that the thin little girl was holding a person and shouting. Fang Zhuo walked over and saw that the girl was holding a teenager in her arms. There was a pool of blood on the boy's chest, his arms were long, and there were faint traces of scale armor on his bare skin. His nails were extremely long and sharp, apparently killed in his transformational state.

"Please, save Shanli!" the little girl immediately raised her head and shouted when she saw Fang Zhuo coming.

Fang Zhuo squatted down and reached out to gently touch the young man's wrist vein. In fact, it was pointless for him to do this, just to show the little girl. Because the sense of divine consciousness had already told Fang Zhuo that this young man was dead.

"Huh?" Fang Zhuo took his pulse, and suddenly let out a slight startle. (To be continued......)