Chapter 1284 Fellow Daoist? What Are You, You Deserve...

Fu Guang struggled desperately, as the head of a faction and at the same time the nominal number one person in the Golden Cave, no one had ever dared to treat him like this.

Therefore, under this embarrassment and anger, Fuguang exploded with unprecedented potential, and Da Luo's peak cultivation base was pushed to the extreme.

But seeing countless golden lights diffuse around his body, he rushed towards Xue An frantically.

But everything is in vain.

When the golden light just reached the halfway point, it melted quickly like a candle baked by a raging fire, and then gradually disappeared into nothingness.

From the beginning to the end, even Xue An's hair didn't move a little.

This kind of picture made Fuguang horrified.

At the same time, he felt that the hand holding his neck was gradually tightening.

Although the whole process was slow, it made him unable to resist at all.

Fu Guang felt that all his cultivation was being gradually restrained, and even breathing became difficult.

One must know that when one's cultivation has reached his level, in fact, one does not need to breathe a long time ago, and can be transformed by spiritual power alone.

And now that the illusion of difficulty breathing appeared, it proved that Xue An not only strangled him by the neck, but also cut him off from the environment around him.

This can't help but make Fuguang even more terrified, and forced himself to support himself and said: "You... who are you? Why are you not afraid of our Taoism?"

The corners of Xue An's mouth raised, showing a cold smile, "Why are you not afraid of your Taoism? Hehe, everything you have mastered was created by my people, do you understand now?"

Fu Guang's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinhead, because he thought of a legend that only the head of the sect would know.

It is said that the originators of these seven caves were not from this world, but migrated from an ancient and mysterious place.

But because the time was too long, Fu Guang only listened to it roughly, and didn't pay attention at all.

Unexpectedly, they met Xue An today.

He looked at Xue An in horror, and murmured in a trembling voice, "You...are you from the Chinese race?"

Xue An smiled slightly, "The answer is correct, but unfortunately there is no reward!"

As he said that, the hand holding Fu Guang's neck suddenly exerted force.

Fu Guang was shocked all over his body, and because of the isolation of his spiritual power, his face quickly turned red and purple.

This feeling of slowly approaching death broke Fu Guang's liver and gallbladder, who was used to being pampered and pampered. Finally, he tried his last strength and said two words in an almost begging tone.

"Forgive me!"

This begging for mercy spread throughout the square.

No matter if it was a disciple or an elder, they all stared blankly. Many people even went blank because this was so unbelievable.

After hearing this begging for mercy, many people gradually regained their sobriety.

But before they could fully react, Xue An sneered coldly, "Now you know how to beg for mercy? It's a pity...it's too late!"

As he said that, a cold light flashed in Xue An's eyes.

"No!"

Fu Guang roared with the last bit of strength, because at this moment, he felt an extremely cold killing intent.

Under this power, Fu Guang felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered on the butcher's chopping board, already smelling the smell of death.

So he tries to save himself.

"Master, save me!"

When these four words had just been shouted, there was an anxious shout coming from the depths of Jinding Pavilion, "Fellow Daoist, please be merciful!"

But Xue An was unmoved at all, instead he restrained the coldness in his eyes, and said calmly: "Let's go!"

After saying that, Xue An shook his hand suddenly.

Boom!

There was only a muffled sound of flesh and blood being squeezed.

Fu Guang's neck was crushed by Xue An with one hand, and the broken head rolled to the ground. Bloody light shot up into the sky, dyeing most of the high platform red.

Then Fuguang's headless body slowly fell to the ground.

"Friend Daoist..." The voice in the Golden Cauldron Pavilion obviously didn't expect Xue An to dare to attack, and couldn't help roaring.

But Xue An didn't bother to pay attention to this at all. Instead, he took a step forward, stepped on Fu Guang's head, and said coldly.

"If I say I want to kill you, then your spirit will die too!"

There was a white light flickering between Fu Guang's brows, and Fu Guang's shrill cry because of extreme fear came from it.

"No……."

Click!

With a crisp sound, Fuguang's shouting stopped abruptly.

Because Xue An stepped on it, crushing his head to pieces.

Scarlet blood mixed with thick white brains flowed on the ground, and the bloody smell was so strong that it almost made one feel sick.

Many disciples who were close to him had already been so frightened that they collapsed to the ground.

Even those who were far away were not in much better condition. Those who were a little timid looked at Xue An with absent-minded eyes, and were obviously frightened into stupidity.

The faces of Shui Jing, Ci Yun and others were also extremely ugly, because they did not expect that the white-clothed boy would be so ruthless and powerful, and he directly knocked out Fu Guang.

But then, a look of joy appeared in the eyes of these people.

Because they all heard the voice from the depths of Jinding Pavilion.

That is, the moment Xue An stepped on the Fuguang, the Golden Cauldron Pavilion under his feet suddenly began to tremble violently.

Rows of golden light appeared in the sky above the square, and then these golden lights gathered together, gradually forming a human shape.

When the golden light spread out, there was an old man with white beard and hair and a majestic face inside.

After seeing this old man, Shui Jing, Ci Yun and many other elders were all overjoyed, and then they all fell to the ground and shouted excitedly: "I have seen the old sect master!"

That's right!

The one who appeared here was none other than the previous head of Jinding Pavilion, Xiuwen.

His appearance relieved the originally oppressive atmosphere in the square.

Many disciples of Jinding Pavilion were all rejoicing.

Because whether it is strength or prestige, this Xiuwen is much stronger than Fuguang.

If it wasn't for three hundred years ago, because Xiuwen was old and his life was short, so he planned to concentrate on cultivation, break through the realm, and prolong his life, it would not be the turn of Fu Guang to inherit the throne.

But because for the past three hundred years, this Xiuwen has been retreating in the secret room of the Golden Cauldron Pavilion, so many new disciples don't know of his existence.

But in the eyes of all the elders and the true biography of the inner room, the old sect master is the strongest person in the sect.

Now that he has left the mountain, it means that the good days of this boy in white are coming to an end.

Everyone is thinking in their minds.

But seeing Xiuwen looking at the corpse of his apprentice Fuguang on the high platform with a face full of regret, after a long while, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a cold voice.

"Fellow Daoist, I have already pleaded for mercy, why do you insist on going your own way and kill my beloved disciple?"

Amidst the questioning, the golden light floated in the sky above the Jinding Pavilion, and the vast sky seemed to change color.

Such momentum also made Shui Jing and the others feel at ease.

It seems that the old sect master has retreated for three hundred years, and his strength has improved a lot!

But under such circumstances, Xue An, who was standing in a pool of blood, raised his head to look at the angry Xiuwen, and then smiled faintly.

"Fellow Daoist? I'm sorry, what kind of thing are you to call me a Fellow Daoist?"