Chapter 82: Strange Strength!

Fang Yu turned around and reached out to grab the blade.

In front of him was a dark and thin young man, his eyes full of murderous light.

He turned the blade vigorously, trying to hurt Fang Yu's hand with it.

"Snap!"

Fang Yu squeezed his hand hard, and the blade was crushed directly!

The dark and thin man's eyes flashed with surprise, and his left hand touched the back of his waist, as if he wanted to take something out.

Fang Yu reached out and grabbed his left hand, preventing him from taking the thing out.

"You want to kill right away? I have no grudges against you, why bother?" Fang Yu said.

The dark and thin man gritted his teeth and tried his best to break free from Fang Yu's hand, but he couldn't move at all.

At this time, he suddenly opened his mouth, reciting some obscure formulas.

"Ka..."

The rock wall behind him made a sound.

Fang Yu's eyes changed slightly, and when he turned his head, he saw that the mask hanging on the rock wall was shaking violently.

"Swish!"

Then, the mask broke away from the rock wall and flew towards Fang Yu's position!

While Fang Yu was distracted, the thin black man roared and took a step to the side.

The mask flew directly to the thin black man's face, just covering his face!

The eyeballs on the mask immediately glowed black!

And a strong momentum burst out from the thin black man's body!

"What kind of magic is this? Using the power of the corpse?" Fang Yu raised his eyebrows and found it very interesting.

The thin black man who put on the mask seemed to have grown several inches in size, and punched Fang Yu's head!

Fang Yu raised his left hand to block the punch.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, Fang Yu took a step back.

The thin black man who put on the mask was much stronger than Fang Yu had imagined.

The curiosity in Fang Yu's eyes became stronger.

What kind of magical magic is this?

The thin black man was originally only an eighth-level cultivator of the Qi Refining Stage, but after putting on the mask, his aura and strength became several times stronger.

The thin black man at this time was probably stronger than a martial arts master!

The thin black man took a step forward, a black light flashed in his right fist, and he punched Fang Yu again.

Fang Yu dodged the punch.

"Boom!"

A big hole was blasted out of the rock wall behind Fang Yu!

Fang Yu dodged behind the thin black man and kicked the thin black man in the back.

The thin black man reacted very quickly and turned around to hit him with a palm!

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the thin black man flew back several meters and quickly stabilized his body.

Fang Yu's eyes were full of surprise.

The thin black man with the mask on was too strong.

He used at least 20% of his strength in that kick just now, but the thin black man actually resisted it with his palm and was not injured!

The thin black man stood there, looked at Fang Yu, and said, "Who are you?"

His voice was strange, low and turbid, sounding like the sound of a corpse in a coffin.

"You should have asked this question before you took action. What's the point of asking now? You want to kill me." Fang Yu said lightly.

The thin black man didn't say anything else. The mask on his face suddenly emitted a strong black light from his eyes!

Fang Yu felt his brain suddenly go blank and instantly lost the ability to think.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the thin black man rushed towards Fang Yu, his right fist flashed with a black light, and punched Fang Yu in the chest.

"Bang!"

Fang Yu suffered a heavy blow, his body flew out of the cliff, fell down, and disappeared.

The thin black man walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the clouds below, and let out a shrill laugh.

"This mask actually has the function of controlling the mind... I really underestimated it."

At this time, Fang Yu's voice suddenly came from behind the thin black man.

This... How is it possible?

Didn't he fall down?

The dark-skinned man's laughter paused, and he immediately turned around and saw Fang Yu, who was smiling, standing in front of him.

Fang Yu was hit hard by him just now, so how come he looks fine! ?

"Actually, your weakness is very obvious, do you know that?" Fang Yu said.

The dark-skinned man took a step back and punched Fang Yu again.

Fang Yu turned his head and easily dodged the dark-skinned man's punch.

Then, he punched the dark-skinned man's mask.

"Pah!"

The mask made of stone broke instantly, revealing the dark-skinned man's extremely terrified face.

"Look, now you have become a waste again, haven't you?" Fang Yu said with a cold smile on his face.

"You, you..." The dark-skinned man looked at Fang Yu, sweat on his forehead, and was extremely scared.

Fang Yu didn't say anything, and kicked the dark-skinned man on the knee.

"Crack!"

The dark-skinned man screamed, took a step back, lost his center of gravity, and fell directly off the cliff.

Behind him was a cliff of more than 3,000 meters!

But just as he was about to fall, Fang Yu stepped on his palm.

The thin black man's body was suspended on a cliff more than 3,000 meters high.

"Tell me, what sect are you from?" Fang Yu asked.

The thin black man was extremely frightened and trembling, saying: "I am not an evil cultivator, I am a member of the Xuanming clan."

Xuanming clan?

Fang Yu frowned slightly, he had never heard of this clan.

But the altar set up by the thin black man and the magic he used were obviously inseparable from evil magic.

"If you kill me, our tribe will definitely find you and avenge me!" The dark and thin man looked at Fang Yu and said loudly.

"You were the first to kill me, you know it." Fang Yu said lightly.

The dark and thin man looked at Fang Yu's expression and knew that Fang Yu would not let him go.

So, he bit his tongue tip, wiped the blood on the tip of his tongue on his eyelids with his left hand, and chanted the formula.

"Elders, look carefully, this person killed me! You must avenge me!" The dark and thin man opened his eyes, stared at Fang Yu's face, and said.

Fang Yu frowned slightly.

"Hahaha... Soon everyone in my tribe will know that you killed me! They will find you, they will definitely find you!" The dark and thin man laughed wildly.

"I'm pulling you up now, can I still save it?" Fang Yu asked suddenly.

The dark and thin man's face changed slightly, and he immediately said: "Of course, as long as you let me live, I promise not to pursue this matter again."

Although he said so, the dark and thin man was extremely resentful in his heart.

That ghost mask is something that every adult member of their Xuanming clan must make.

The mask of the thin black man took several years to make. The raw material is the corpse of a Jindan-stage cultivator who died a thousand years ago.

In order to obtain the corpse, the thin black man spent a lot of money and energy.

But now, the carefully made mask was blown up by Fang Yu's punch.

The thin black man suffered such a heavy loss, how could he let Fang Yu go easily?

"You are not sincere enough." Fang Yu said with a slight smile on his face.

"You..." The thin black man opened his eyes wide and was about to speak.

But Fang Yu loosened his feet.

"Ah..."

The scream of the thin black man resounded through the sky.

Fang Yu turned around and walked back to the table with a blank expression.

At this time, he found that the two bowls had exploded and all the candles on the table were extinguished.

"The Xuanming clan... is interesting." Fang Yu's eyes flashed and he thought to himself.

...

In a remote mountainous area in the southwest.

An old man was kneeling on a mat with his eyes closed.

In front of him was a wall with a ghost mask similar to the one Fang Yu had seen.

The old man looked peaceful, as if he was resting his eyes.

But suddenly, his face changed, he opened his eyes, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

He saw a picture.

In the picture, there was a young man with an indifferent face.

"Elders, look carefully, this is the man who killed me! You must avenge me!"

It was Ajiu!

The old man stood up with an extremely ugly face.

The dark light in his eyes quickly dissipated, and the picture stopped abruptly.

The old man's face changed, and then he walked out of the thatched house quickly.

At this time, people from several surrounding thatched houses also walked out.

"Did you all see it?" The old man said in a deep voice.

"Chief, we saw it. Ajiu was..." The elders around all looked ugly.

"Old Nine's soul-borrowing altar is built in the Tianji Mountains. Send someone there to investigate immediately. Find the young man in the picture and get all his information! We must avenge Ajiu!" The clan leader said in a deep voice with a sharp look in his eyes.

"Yes!" The elders nodded.