Chapter 717 Heads Rolling Down

The three Ninth Heavenly Heavenly Cultivators and Immortal Ji were naturally not ordinary people.

They are all famous ancestor-level monsters who sit in the Nine Heavens and guard one side.

Not only has everyone's cultivation reached the peak of Yuanying, but they also have their own plans. Some are good at refining plague seeds, some are good at making sickness, some are good at refining poison, and some are good at controlling evil spirits. It can be said that even in the entire practice world, the four of them are also famous in the world.

Especially the evil soldiers created by the four of them, every fairy sect regards it as a nightmare.

Their reputation even exceeds those of Jiuchongtian's immortal generals with great supernatural powers, as well as emperors and princesses, because they are difficult to deal with, and because their methods are too weird, but now, they are suddenly weak like ants...

"call out……"

A ray of sword light flew by, and the heads of the people flew up together.

The three of them were among them, they looked no different from the other heads, Nascent Soul was crushed by the sword energy.

"escape……"

And in this scene, all the cultivators around were frightened, and the last trace of fighting spirit disappeared without a trace.

As a result, there was chaos in the surrounding void, and the cultivators no longer had the slightest intention to fight, but just wanted to flee away from the battlefield.

Under the intimidation of the old deacon of Wangqing Island, the great generals, Guan Ao, Suan Ni, and that invincible dragon, these assassins have long been in a mess, unable to escape, and have no intention of forming any formation.

At this time, Fang Yuan's figure suddenly wandered away, like a line.

Beside him, a sword light was as nimble as a snake, swimming swiftly in the void, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Wherever Jian Guang went, no matter if it was a family elder, a sect immortal master, a strange assassin, or a hundred war god generals, everyone was like paper. Before they could react, their heads flew up, rolled, and fell down in pieces...

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Kill, kill, kill like a mess.

Heads rolled all over the ground, blood splashed!

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The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the fire is soaring into the sky!

"Go quickly, a gap will definitely be opened..."

Among the crowd, there was an old man in black robes, whose cultivation level was obviously higher than the others. He was brave and good at fighting, and rushed out of the crowd.

"Meow!"

It's just that he had just rushed to the edge of the firewall when he heard a meow.

In astonishment, he turned his head and saw the white cat that he had been hunting down just now.

At this time, he was standing on a bluestone rock, looking at him fiercely, and there seemed to be a sneer in his eyes.

"Even you, an animal, want to look down on me?"

The old man in black robe was furious, raised a sharp spear, swung out layers of frost, and rolled towards the white cat.

The white cat jumped to the side, narrowly dodging the sharp gun, while the black-robed old man continued to hide, intending to escape, but the white cat followed him again, chasing him, and yelling loudly, as if calling Fang Yuan, to come and avenge himself.

"Are you so vengeful?"

The black-robed old man was anxious and angry.

But the white cat was very cunning, he would run away if he was hit, and he would follow if he was not hit, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Um?"

The white cat's voice was easy to distinguish, and Fang Yuan could hear it in the chaos.

Looking down, he saw the white cat with a look of hatred on his face, raising its paws and pointing straight at the black-robed old man. It immediately understood in his heart, and raised his hand with a sword, beheading three or four Nascent Souls around him.

"How can my son be so fierce, the old man will fight with you..."

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, the black-robed old man was startled and angry, swung his sharp spear, and hit Fang Yuan viciously at the door.

"Wow..."

This spear condensed endless icy air, and where the spear passed by, a huge ice wall with a length of hundreds of feet was frozen. I don't know how many scattered immortal soldiers who escaped without falling, were sealed inside by the cold air of his spear, and their faces were ferocious and terrified, very vivid.

"There are still such masters?"

Fang Yuan's expression was slightly cold, and his figure swung forward.

Suzaku jumped out under its feet, and instantly evaporated the boundless ice wall into water vapor, dissipating it invisible.

As for Fang Yuan himself, he swayed and came to the white cat, picked it up, put it on his shoulder, and then turned around, just as the black-robed old man condensed all his magic power and shot straight at him. It was so powerful that it seemed to tear the void into a crack, but Fang Yuan just tilted his head slightly.

The old man in black robe shot at the air and was panicking. Facing the claw, he instantly thought of hundreds of ways to avoid it, each of which was extremely delicate, but he didn't even use any of them, and Fang Yuan grabbed his neck.

The reason is very simple, that catch is too fast.

Holding his neck, Fang Yuan pulled him to his side.

"Meow……"

Seeing this scene, the white cat on the shoulders showed hatred in its eyes. It rushed along Fang Yuan's arm, raised its paws high, and slapped the black-robed old man's face, scratching three or four bloody wounds.

And this claw also tore off the old man's mask, revealing a terrified and inexplicable face.

Fang Yuan had seen this face in Bahuang City not long ago.

Wu Huang, one of the top ten great generals in the devil's border, is the guard of Wangming Pass.

"You actually do this kind of thing?"

Fang Yuan looked at his frightened face and shook his head.

One of the majestic demon generals actually appeared in the assassination of another general. Of course, it was a major event that shocked countless people, but now, Fang Yuan had already seen the strangeness, and there were not many disturbances in his heart. He just cut off the head of this general with a backhand palm, flew in the air, spun three times, and when he landed, his face was still dazed.

"I missed it this time, brother cat is suffering, I can't live with you!"

Only then did Fang Yuan say something to the white cat with a little apology.

"Meow……"

The white cat ignored it at all, and pointed in another direction, forcing Fang Yuan to avenge himself.

"Um?"

Fang Yuan followed the direction of the white cat's tail and saw a seductive woman in the chaotic crowd. Seeing the surrounding fire cloud steaming, Fang Yuan was leading the crowd to kill. Knowing that the assassination was hopeless, he hurriedly sacrificed a simple teapot, and then flew into it.

He actually wanted to borrow that pot, break through the encirclement of divine flames, and escape from the sky.

"I can't go..."

Fang Yuan reassured the white cat, his body changed, and he traversed tens of miles in an instant, and actually rushed to the teapot, then turned around, and punched the round teapot with endless purple surroundings.

"boom!"

His punch, engulfed by divine flames, is so powerful that even the heavens and the earth seem to punch a hole.

But when he hit the teapot, the teapot was hit back dozens of miles, and killed many people who had no time to dodge. However, the teapot itself was not damaged at all, instead, it flew out with the force of his punch, and fled in another direction.

"Meow……"

The white cat was furious, and seemed to blame Fang Yuan for being useless.

Fang Yuan was helpless, but raised his eyebrows, and took out the evil sword.

Concentrating his mind, he chased away with a sword.

"Shua!"

Layers of purple mist swayed from the Tianhu, which even contained some power of law, resisting the sword, but this sword light contained indescribable sharpness, with a kind of omnipotent intention. When the sword cut, even the purple mist, and the body of the pot, were all shattered. At the end, when the pot swung, half of the upper cover was cut off, and the whole body of the pot quickly became smaller.

The law in the pot had already collapsed, the alluring woman fell out of it, looking at Fang Yuan with a terrified expression.

Looking at this woman, Fang Yuan was slightly taken aback, as if she looked familiar.

The woman reacted very quickly, she observed her words and expressions, forced a smile, and said: "Back then in the secret realm of the Jin family in Tianlai City..."

Before she finished speaking, the white cat patted Fang Yuan on the shoulder, urging him.

Fang Yuan nodded, and cut down with his sword, cutting off the rest of her words.

Nascent Soul was swallowed by the toad who followed Fang Yuan, and the woman looked surprised: "Aren't you even allowed to finish talking?"

"It turns out that people like you also got involved..."

Now Fang Yuan has also remembered the identity of this woman, if he realizes something.

But at this time, there was no time to think too much, so he continued to fight towards other places with his sword.

Seeing the two enemies being beheaded, the white cat was satisfied, jumped off Fang Yuan's shoulder, and found a safe place to watch the battle.

At this time, the nine fire dragons that Fang Yuan cast out were slowly shrinking, and naturally, they squeezed the countless people in front of him, so he didn't even have to chase after him, he just raised his sword and slashed casually...

Whether it was the demon god of the Nine Nether Palace or the Nascent Soul from an unknown origin, they were all beheaded and killed by him.

Hundreds of Nascent Souls are a lot to say, but under such massacres, they actually died very quickly.

But when it's time for a cup of tea, the surroundings are already filled with blood, pattering down from mid-air, like a rain of blood.

On the ground below, there are piles of corpses, like hills and mountains.

"Forgive...forgive..."

"I'll wait... to descend..."

Facing the endless slaughter and the roiling fire dragons that blocked all paths, the remaining immortal soldiers completely lost their will to fight. Just now, Fang Yuan and the others were culling the strong, but they died later, but now the dragons have no leader, their souls are broken, and the three thousand immortal soldiers, without any fighting spirit, knelt down and begged for mercy loudly.

"Daozi..."

The old deacon covered in blood, and all the generals loyal to Wangqing Island all looked at Fang Yuan.

If it is Nascent Soul, then of course it will be killed directly!

It's just that these immortal soldiers were undoubtedly sent in by someone, and there were so many of them, so they also looked at Fang Yuan for advice.

Fang Yuan just glanced at them coldly, then said flatly: "Kill them all, leave no one behind!"