Chapter 980 You Are Still Like This (2)

The rebellion of the Yuan family reappeared seven hundred years ago and blocked the third ring. Not only did Yuan Laoshen and Yuan Lingxiao be shocked together, but even the cultivators watching the battle were shocked. The atmosphere was so depressing that it was terrifying, but Fang Fang Okay, after seeing Uncle Eleven appear, he seemed to have figured out a lot of things. He nodded with a smile, then calmly turned around, holding the magic sword in hand, towards the man who had been beaten violently by him. At this time, he was completely Mr. Fusu, who had lost the power to resist, came over and easily cut off the head...

"Lao Jiu, get out of my way quickly!"

Yuan Lingxiao was worried about Fusu's life hanging in the hands of others, but he couldn't hold back his temper no matter what. He roared angrily and punched Bai Qianzhang. As the endless fist wind roared, his eyes were also gray and purple. Chi, countless strange warriors appeared in the void, roaring towards Bai Qianzhang, making his punch seem to hit a battlefield at the same time. Countless souls of injustice appeared together, holding halberds and spears, in a mighty and powerful manner. It swept forward swingingly. Not to mention the divine power within it, the scene alone was extremely terrifying.

What he performed was surprisingly the Hunyuan Demonic Fighting Sutra among the Yuan family's three great immortal arts!

Facing this terrifying scene, Bai Qianzhang's robe corners flew up, and he stood in the void. He had no intention of getting out of the way. Instead, his eyes flashed, and he slowly raised his finger, and many phantoms appeared in the air. I drew a rune and pressed it!

As soon as you point it out, it's like the world slows down!

All the innocent warriors who rushed towards him seemed to be stuck in the quagmire, and their movements became slower and slower!

Only his finger seemed to be slow but urgent. Once he pointed it out, a talisman was drawn on the heads of all the wronged souls. Then, countless vertical and horizontal lines of purple energy suddenly appeared in the sky, intertwining. Standing up, a huge cage suddenly formed, and all the innocent warriors with runes on their brows were included in the cage at the same time and suppressed with a rumble.

Even Yuan Lingxiao, who had thrown that punch, was shocked, and his body instantly fell back a hundred feet to avoid this disaster!

Bai Qianzhang just glanced at him lightly and said softly: "Seven hundred years have passed and you still haven't truly understood the Hunyuan Demon Crossing Sutra. You can only rely on some evil methods to increase your magic power. So what? Can you really understand the true meaning of becoming an immortal?"

"you……"

Yuan Lingxiao's face had turned livid, and his eyes were filled with angry light.

Bai Qianzhang's voice was not loud, but it exposed his scars in front of everyone, making him extremely embarrassed!

He is the head of the Yuan family, the well-known heir to the Hunyuan Demonic Sutra, but he actually lectures him in front of everyone, just like seven hundred years ago, no matter how hard he tried to practice, he would calmly tell him the direction of his practice. It's like a mistake...

At that time, I was not as talented as him, so that was it!

Now that seven hundred years have passed and he has become the head of the Yuan family, he still wants to teach him this!

Why is he still so annoying?

When Evil King Dapeng, who was watching the battle from a distance, saw this finger, his face turned livid as he recalled very bad past events...

This person is still so strong!

Everyone talks about the Yuan family's freak seven hundred years ago, but after all, I have never seen it. But this white-haired guy actually looks like a freak. Three hundred years ago, he made a big fuss in the Qingyun Sect. , fierce and invincible, who can stop it?

But this guy showed up and sealed himself with one finger. I don’t know how he did it for three hundred years!

Now that I have truly seen his move again, I can feel the vast and mysterious realm in it. It is indeed the most mysterious of the three immortal techniques of the Yuan family. It is said that even real immortals can be sealed. The head of the Yuan family borrowed his daily seal The Wrongful Soul Warriors of Guizhou can receive the power blessings of countless warriors with one punch, but Bai Qianzhang broke his spell with just a finger and sealed all the Wrongful Soul Warriors. If he hadn't escaped quickly, Even Yuan Lingxiao himself could not escape the fate of being sealed...

When Elder Yuan saw this scene, his expression became even more lonely.

This was the junior I was most optimistic about back then...

At that time, the Yuan family was composed of nine members, who were brilliant and had a bright future...

But what he valued most was the innate Taoist body and the talented and intelligent Lao Jiu in front of him. When it came to talent, the freak was naturally far better than the others, but he was too proud, so proud that he didn't even want to He followed the path of cultivation that the ancestors of the Yuan family took, but he wanted to create his own path. Therefore, when it came to his own happiness, he still preferred the sensible and sensible Lao Jiu Yuan Shaobai. Even his immortality skills were I taught him personally back then and imparted my insights to him...

However, who would have expected that something like that would happen later?

As the ancestor of the Yuan family, of course I have to think about the Yuan family. That may not be the right thing to do, but is it good for the Yuan family?

What makes me, an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, not understand is that it was obviously the right choice, but why did such a change happen? When he saw his favorite junior again, his demeanor was as before, quiet, calm, and plain. He showed admirable talent and intelligence, and even Yuan Lingxiao was made so vulgar by his contrast that he could not be taught...

At this moment, Immortal Yuan, who had practiced for thousands of years and cultivated an immovable heart, became distracted for a moment. If he had not done that back then, he would have lost his first innate Taoist body. After that, there is a second innate Taoist body to look forward to, and even if that second innate Taoist body cannot grow up, if the second genius of the Yuan family at that time is well trained, it will be enough to provoke the Yuan family. After his death, he will safely protect the fate of the Yuan family and prosper the clan for thousands of years, right?

While Old Immortal Yuan was slightly distracted, Fang Xing had already walked up to Mr. Fusu and raised the magic sword in his hand.

"I have to kill you. If I don't kill you, my secret will be exposed. Fortunately, Uncle Eleven showed up at the perfect time..."

He muttered, stepped on Mr. Fusu's chest, and wanted to cut off his head with the sword in his hand.

"I...I am a fairy baby...how...how dare you insult me ​​like this?"

Until this moment, Young Master Fusu was still staring with a pair of bloodshot eyes, as if unwilling to admit his failure.

"You still don't know how you lost?"

Fang Xing suddenly became serious and looked coldly at Mr. Fusu's eyes full of reluctance.

With such a serious look, even Fusu was slightly startled and looked at him intently.

Although he didn't speak, judging from his expression, he clearly wanted to know the answer.

"Because I am much more powerful than you..."

But after looking serious, Fang Xing suddenly returned to his playful smile and waved the magic sword.

Mr. Fusu was fooled by him, but his expression became condensed. After a while, endless anger emerged, and a roar from the heart came out, like a desperate beast, shocking everyone. At the same time, he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, but it was directly inflated. From the center of his forehead, deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, there was an inaudible "click" sound...

"Um?"

Fang Xing felt something was wrong, and was slightly startled. The next second, he saw a sudden flash of divine light in Mr. Fusu's forehead, and a strange aura came out. He subconsciously thought that Fusu was unwilling to accept it. He wanted to fly out of the dharma image to resist, but he didn't take it seriously. However, after taking a look at it, he suddenly found that it was not like that. Mr. Fusu's dharma image flew into the air and did not attack him. Instead, it was painful. Struggling, there was a faint feeling that it was about to split, and it was about to collapse...

"Can Nascent Soul also self-destruct?"

Fang Xing was startled and immediately stepped back dozens of feet. However, when he looked closely, he realized that it was not about self-destruction.

There seems to be a force within Mr. Fusu's Nascent Soul, struggling painfully and trying to split apart...

Feeling this breath, his fearful expression gradually disappeared, surprise appeared, and then he laughed.

"Is this your secret to becoming a fairy baby?"

He suddenly rushed forward, slashed at Fusu Yuanying with his sword, and laughed loudly at the same time: "What a good thing..."

"not good……"

When he felt this kind of aura, Immortal Yuan was suddenly startled. He reacted from a slight daze and stepped forward. The terrifying aura on his body spread around like a tide, suppressing the heavens. As for himself, a big hand manifested, and he grabbed it towards the ring like an overwhelming force, eager to stop Fang Xing from slashing at Fusu with his sword...

At this critical moment, he spared no effort, even if he destroyed the ancient ring in Yaochi!

The old god of the Yuan family took action personally, and his power to overcome the tribulation was overwhelming. Who could resist it?

But just before his big hand, a white shadow flashed, and the immortal-like figure of Bai Qianzhang appeared...

Facing Old Immortal Yuan's full attack, he looked so small, like a mantis blocking a car with his arms!

But even if the mantis was blocking the car, he had no intention of getting out of the way. Instead, he used up all his magic power and pushed forward fiercely. He held up the sky with both hands and held the big hand that came down from the old god Yuan. , and at the same time, his voice was mixed with endless sorrow and anger, and he shouted to the old immortal Yuan: "Seven hundred years have passed, and you are still like this, still so partial! You are still so unfair in dealing with things!"

Forcibly resisting the big hand of old immortal Yuan, Bai Qianzhang roared angrily, his white hair fluttering like white silk in the wind...

"He is also your descendant. Why are you so unfair?"

"Why do you always sacrifice my child?"

"Why have you never given him a fair chance?"

This roar of grief and indignation reached Old Immortal Yuan's ears, making his heart beat wildly.

Looking at Bai Qianzhang's sad and angry expression, his heart seemed to have been pinched hard and stopped beating.

At the same time, there was really endless guilt rising in my heart, like a tide, rushing thousands of miles...

However, this feeling of guilt caused Old Immortal Yuan to pause for a moment. However, Fang Xing took this rare opportunity to jump in front of Mr. Fusu and slashed him in the face with a sword. When the Nascent Soul was released, there was only a "click" sound. Mr. Fusu's Nascent Soul looked miserable and glanced at Fang Xing desperately. Then many cracks gradually appeared, and then exploded with a "pop" sound. Well, from the Nascent Soul, a ray of divine light escaped, colorful and brilliant, brightening the heaven and earth, and rushing straight towards Jiutian!

"return!"

Fang Xing's face was full of ecstasy, and he chased after the divine light. He spread out six arms at the same time and hugged the divine light.