Chapter 365

"When you see a demon on the road, kill it with your sword?"

The guard of the plague department almost vomited blood after hearing Fang Yuan's words.

Seeing Fang Yuan's strength, he almost believed in his heart that Fang Yuan was destined to be sent by Jiu Chongtian's enemy, maybe he had been staring at him for a long time before he came to kill him, but the key point is that his profession is a secret, so how could anyone stare at him? And with Jiu Chongtian's dominance, who would dare to be Jiu Chongtian's opponent?

It was also these thoughts that forced him to come up with an idea...

When the other party said that sentence, his expression was flat and his eyes were frank, and at this time, he really didn't need to tell any more lies. That is to say, this person in front of him was really trying to get rid of him because he regarded himself as a demon?

This is simply absurd...

Sitting on one side, the people of the Nine Heavens Plague Department, who had great vision of the world, would come to their door because of the killing of a few mortals?

"You...you don't even know what you're doing?"

The warden of the plague department was startled and angry, his eyes were bloodshot, he drank hysterically, bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, spewed out a mouthful of black blood, and at the same time pinched a weird seal with his right hand, the black flying sword was pinched by Fang Yuan's two fingers, and released dense black smoke.

"Rotten bone dragon, come out..."

At the same time, behind Fang Yuan, there was a low shout, the ground suddenly rumbled, and the ground suddenly shattered. Three giant pythons that were tens of feet long and as thick as a millstone pierced through the ground. What was even more frightening was that those giant pythons were rotting all over their bodies, exposing white bones.

At the same time, an old man in a gray robe quietly appeared on the head of the giant python behind Fang Yuan. He held a small blood-red flag in his hand. On the flag, there was blood lingering, which had been activated by him and filled the air!

The wind howled, and there was chaos.

The foul-smelling black smoke filled the air, almost covering Fang Yuan's figure.

But facing the back and forth attacks, Fang Yuan remained expressionless, and didn't even move, just frowned.

The next moment, a cloud of cyan mist suddenly swirled around him. The black flying sword held by the Plague Department guard between his two fingers was the most vicious and vicious.

Then Fang Yuan held the sword back and slashed towards the surroundings!

"Shua..."

A black sword light flashed in the void in an unremarkable manner, and then the three fierce and terrifying carrion dragons froze on the spot for an instant, and then turned into sections, and then slowly turned into black mist, floating in the void...

And the gray-robed old man standing on the python's head and holding the blood-red flag had already forced out the bloody light on the flag and entangled towards Fang Yuan, but under the impact of the sword energy, the bloody light bounced back to his body. The old man let out a roar in shock, and his figure retreated quickly, but he hadn't retreated a few steps.

The bloody light was indeed powerful, all of a sudden, including the body and the spirit, were all gone.

"Is it useful to practice this evil method?"

Fang Yuan held the black flying sword upside down in his hand, shook it lightly, and the sword energy swayed away the blood and black smoke around him.

He is very clean by nature, and he does not want to be stained with such filth on his robe.

"My natal flying sword, how could it..."

The warden of the plague department saw this scene, his eyes were filled with despair, he couldn't figure out why his natal flying sword, which was connected with his mind and mind, was casually held in his hand and used as a weapon, how could his mind and mind be completely cut off?

The cyan mist enveloping the flying sword is clearly like the alchemy light of a cultivator of miscellaneous alchemy, but how can it have such power?

"I fought with you..."

Although he couldn't figure out how the other party controlled his flying sword, he was sure of one thing. He didn't have the strength to fight Fang Yuan head-on, so when he saw Fang Yuan killing people with his flying sword, he immediately took off the cover of the black gourd.

The lid of the gourd has been lifted, revealing some kind of gloomy light inside...

But the next moment, the lid of the gourd was put back on again!

The guard of the Ministry of Plague was stunned for a moment, and saw that Fang Yuan had arrived in front of him, grabbed his hand, and covered the gourd again.

"How could it be so fast?"

He couldn't help being startled in his heart, looking at Fang Yuan's faint eyes, he suddenly felt cold all over his body, hurriedly let go of the gourd, jumped out with his arms outstretched, and a black scimitar appeared in both hands at the same time, his mana surged out wildly like he was dying, and he wanted to cut it out, but before he lifted the knife, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and he couldn't use all his strength.

Then until this moment, he felt that his throat was wet.

It turned out that when the green-robed cultivator approached him just now, he cut his throat with a sword...

But is it just the throat?

He suddenly felt a little cold on the back of his neck...

When he just realized this problem, he felt his world spinning for a while, and his body with two hands holding knives appeared in his vision.

Above the neck of that body, there is no head.

"When did he get the sword?"

Even if his head was beheaded, the Jindan cultivator could still maintain his complete consciousness. This is the case with the guard of the Plague Department. He first thought about a question that he couldn't understand, and then he suddenly realized it. A golden light suddenly flew out from above his head, and he fled into the sky.

But before this ray of golden light escaped very far, it was suddenly grasped by a hand.

Originally, it was impossible to capture the soul, and this is where the fighting skills of Jindan monks are so powerful. Even if they are strong enough to kill their opponents, it is still difficult to prevent the opponent's soul from escaping, because the soul is an invisible thing, and it is extremely difficult to detect it.

Unless, the magic circle is set up in advance, or there is some powerful magic weapon, it is possible to do it.

But the palm that was protruding over was covered with a layer of green aura, which actually permeated the heaven and earth, so that the soul guarding the plague department had nowhere to escape, and held him in the palm as if it was effortless.

"Friar Zidan?"

"This must be cultivator Zidan?"

"If it wasn't for the cultivator Zidan, how could it be possible to catch my soul..."

The spirit guarding the Ministry of Plague struggled in Fang Yuan's palm, exuding outrageous thoughts: "Great Immortal, spare your life..."

"My physical body has been cut off by you, do you want to cut off my soul as well?"

"Ask the Great Immortal to give me a chance to be reincarnated?"

"..."

"..."

Fang Yuan felt the divine thoughts emanating from this divine soul, and frowned: "It is an unforgivable crime to use people to refine the plague!"

That's all, the palm of the hand was hard, and the soul was crushed immediately.

"Why?"

Before this spirit dissipated, the only thought was: "There is no life and death enmity, why didn't you even give me a chance to reincarnate?"

"Run away..."

"Hurry up... the guardian has been killed, run away..."

But at this moment, the rest of the people in this large camp of the Ministry of Plague were terrified and fled in all directions.

"To get rid of demons, you must get rid of the roots, so as not to cause endless troubles!"

Fang Yuan glanced around, and the green robe flew out every now and then.

His movement was like lightning, covered by a blue mist, moving and rolling, erratic, he caught up with all the black armored soldiers running around, cut them all, and then turned back, wandered around in this big camp, but saw there were many concubines, concubines, cooks and servants, running around like lost souls, and they also swam with their swords and killed them all.

Until the end, there was no living creature in this big camp, so they walked to the front of the palace.

Just in front of the palace, the black gourd was still standing on the ground, Fang Yuan looked at it, secretly thinking about how to deal with it.

But at this moment, he suddenly had a feeling in his heart, and he turned around and flew away.

When they reached the back of the palace, they brushed away a layer of weeds with a wave of their sleeves, and saw a little girl in a gray robe with hair as gray as withered grass huddled inside. Her body trembled, she looked at Fang Yuan in horror, and cried: "Big brother, big brother, don't kill me..."

While crying like this, she had quietly held an iron cylinder with the palm hidden behind her back.

But Fang Yuan just brushed his sleeve away, and the little girl froze instantly.

The tyrannical mana shook into the sea of ​​consciousness, and the soul immediately dispersed.

Behind her body, the black iron cylinder landed quietly, and a little mana had already been poured into it.

In her final dull eyes, she seemed a little puzzled: "Where is your acting not like it?"

Fang Yuan returned to the front of the palace, took another look at the black gourd, and knew that there must be some strange things hidden in it, otherwise, the plague guard would not have thought of using it to fight himself. If it was an ordinary evil method, he would just smash it to pieces, but if the gourd was broken and the contents spilled out, it would probably be a terrible disaster on earth.

So thinking of the end, he waved his sleeves, put away the gourd, and then flew up.

In mid-air, he looked at the lifeless camp of the Ministry of Plague, and he blew it out in one breath, and the camp below immediately ignited raging flames, burning all existence to ashes, and then he flew towards the north...

After returning to his own cave, he put away all the magic treasure books and other things, destroyed the cave, then hugged the white cat who had occupied his futon and slept for a few days. He didn't know what had happened, soared into the clouds again, and flew to the tribe that had an appointment with Zixiao cave master, but saw the people in the tribe running back and forth, in a hurry, and their things hadn't been packed yet.

Cave Master Zixiao who was drinking tea in the gazebo saw Fang Yuan and said with a smile, "You came back so soon?"

Fang Yuan pushed down the cloud head, and said with a smile: "It's all just packing up casually, how much time will it take?"