The young practitioner is a disciple of a secret sect in Daqi. Although he is young, he has entered the sixth realm. He is actually a rare genius of cultivation in decades. He has just left the mountain gate and is inevitably a little proud. But the strong man is a strong man after all. With a loud shout, he directly used all his strength, and his whole body quickly withered like dry flowers.

A muffled sound.

A black flame that was as sticky as thick ink surged out of his hand. In the black flame was a black skull of fist size made up of countless small crystal stones.

Amid his harsh sniff, the black skull made an incredibly sharp scream as if it was alive.

The countless insects and birds and beasts in the surrounding mountains and forests were just frightened, and they were still confused and didn't know what had happened. They died in this shrill sound. Some of the vitality in their bodies naturally emerged and gathered towards the black skull.

Countless sound waves even turned into tangible lines in the air, falling towards the blue figure coming into the air like countless dancing strings.

The blue-shirted practitioner flying in the air looked indifferent. Looking at the withered body of the young practitioner and the sound lines flying in the sky, a very contemptuous smile appeared slightly raised on the corner of his mouth.

"Sacrifice Blood**, Ghost King Killing Yin, and the people from Ghost Yin Sect."

His body didn't even move any obvious. As he spoke, the breaths that erupted from his mouth turned into substantial sword intent, bringing out amazing waves of air, instantly cutting through all the sound lines that were rushing in front of him.

The young practitioner's body suddenly shook, as if it was hit by an invisible mountain. The black skull in the black flame in front of him trembled and made a terrifying hiss, and it actually knocked back and hit his palm.

This black skull originally came out of the palm of the young practitioner, and it was obviously already merged with the true energy in his body and turned into a part of the true energy in his body. However, for some reason, it was not compatible with his body. With a bang, the skull was like someone else's weapon, violently impacting his palm. His sleeves instantly shattered into countless pieces of debris and spilled around his arms.

The meridians on the young practitioner's arm burst out like a piece of hemp rope that could not bear the force.

Before he could make a scream, the young practitioner's body sagged back and flew backwards, and in an instant it smashed into the forest behind like a stone thrown by a catapult.

Until this time, the blue-shirted practitioner who came out of the sky even faster than the ordinary flying sword was officially launched.

A thick black sword appeared in his hand.

The surface of this thick sword is full of uneven textures, like dragon scales.

While seeing this sword, the older Daqi practitioners already understood the true identity of this man.

He knew that just because of the power he had just stimulated, he could not block the man's sword at all, so at the moment when two strange black flowers that were as tall as the man were generated in front of him, he also smashed the black bone staff in his hand towards the ground in front of him.

A loud bang exploded.

The black bone staff exploded when they first touched the ground in front of him, turning into countless triangular bone fragments. Each piece of fragment rotated violently and rushed upwards.

Black light threads flowed from the cracks of these fragments. They intersected each other, and finally formed a black beam of light on countless surfaces, rushing towards the blue-shirted practitioner who came across the sky.

The cultivator in the blue shirt was still cold, but the contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared.

The long sword in his hand slashed down without any tricks. But every scale on the sword's body lit up one after another like a light.

When all the scales were lit up completely, a dragon roar came out of his sword.

A little golden sand-like light came from the tip of his sword, and a terrifying power burst out from it.

The golden sand instantly grew bigger and turned into a golden dragon.

The golden dragon is very big, and it is not like a body formed by the usual runes that guide the energy of heaven and earth to condense, but is completely like a real thing. The scales on its body are as brilliant as the purest gold, but they are slightly transparent, emitting terrifying pressure and light.

"This is the Dragon Scale Sword of Fanghou Mansion... This man is the Divine Power General Fang Sheng... How could he be so strong..."

At this time, the young Daqi practitioner who had smashed more than ten trees had just fallen to the ground. His bones were broken and he sat in a pile of broken trees. Looking at the golden dragon, he couldn't believe his eyes and perceptions at all.

The golden dragon rushed down and swallowed all the black beams of light and two black flowers that were pouring out from the ground into their mouths.

The huge body slid across the ground with the flow. The body of the elderly practitioner of Daqi was submerged in the golden flames. The ground that the golden dragon body rubbed against continued explosions, and two balls of smoke exploded.

"If you can take my sword, it seems that you are Luo Chenkai from the Yinyuan Sect of Daqi."

The cultivator in blue shirt landed on the ground and slowly said as he looked at the smoke and dust in front of him.

In the smoke and dust, the figures of older practitioners slowly appeared.

He was still standing well, but countless ripples had appeared on his clothes, and wisps of blood were constantly oozing out of it.

Hearing the calm and indifferent voice of the cultivator in blue shirt, the elderly practitioner of Daqi raised his hand to wipe the blood beads on his face, and sighed in a low voice: "I thought of a certain prince, and I thought of a great general of divine power, but I didn't expect you to be so strong."

There was only one general in the Great Qin Dynasty, which was Fanghou’s Mansion.

This cultivator in blue shirt will naturally be given a salary.

Fang Xiang looked at the older practitioner of the Great Qi Dynasty and said lightly: "Our Fanghou Mansion has been the leader of the Thirteen Marquis' Mansion in Changling for many years. Of course, it is not my younger brother who has been sitting for more than ten years."

Hearing this explanation, the older Daqi practitioner was slightly stunned and felt as if he had some enlightenment.

"I received the Holy Order to Lushan here, which was an extremely secret matter." Fang Xiang looked at him and continued, "I want to know where your news came from."

After pausing, Fang Xiang looked at his eyes and said seriously: "It is not easy for you to have such cultivation. I don't want anything I want. As long as you tell me where your news comes from, I will let you leave."

The older Daqi practitioner smiled slightly, and his smile was particularly arrogant and tenacious.

As a practitioner of the seventh level, he naturally has his own pride. Even though he underestimated the strength of the visitor for some reasons, he knew very well what the Great Qi Dynasty needed most.

For people like him, personal life and death naturally does not have the honor, disgrace and prosperity of a dynasty.

"You have to pay a lot of money if you want to kill me."

The older Daqi practitioner smiled and looked at Fang Xiang and said, "You should also understand that since I am here, it is not just a simple test. The Lushan Alliance is imminent. What your emperor needs is not a general who cannot exert his own strength, but your support at the peak of yours. So it is not a question of whether you let me leave, but a question of whether I let you leave."

Fang Xiang nodded. Looking at the practitioner of the Great Qi who was ready to die, he said calmly: "What you said is some truth, but you are still thinking a little wrong. If you want to keep you here, I may not necessarily take action next."

The practitioner of the Great Qi suddenly felt something and looked up at the mountain road behind Fang Xiang in disbelief.

Fang Xiang arrived through the sky, but in a moment, the carriage carrying him had already appeared on the mountain road not far behind Fang Xiang.

The two gray galloping horses were burning with bloody light at this time, and blood-red flames began to burn on their four hooves.

The most shocking thing is the carriage they drag.

There were countless black worms gathered on the two wheels of the carriage, and the wings of these black worms were shockingly vibrating, and the force it brought actually lifted the weight of the entire carriage.

The entire carriage was completely like floating in the air, flying in the air several feet above the ground.

"The strange Gu Dao!"

The older Daqi practitioner looked at this scene and finally felt that the power that caused the carriage to undergo such a change came from the coachman sitting on the carriage.

The young practitioner who fell into the broken wood suddenly cried out in pain.

He was frightened to see his chest suddenly breaking open like a broken watermelon, and a dark red insect buzzed out of the flesh and blood that was turned up, rushing towards the back of the elderly Daqi practitioner like a flying sword.

The older Daqi practitioner took a deep breath in a crazy way.

As he sucked, countless black yin energy suddenly appeared in the air around him.

These black yin energy surged into his body, but his body did not become swelling, but became tighter. The flesh and blood of the whole body contracted and turned into black iron-like black, tightly wrapped around the bones of his body.

A muffled sound.

The dark red worm hit his back, and his body remained motionless. However, the dark red worm containing the power of the real flying sword shook into countless powders.

At this moment, two long-changing gray galloping horses roared, and the whole carriage passed by over his head.

The air exploded like a thunderbolt, and a long black whip in the hand of the coachman sitting upright at the front of the car suddenly fell down and rolled on the elderly Daqi practitioner.

The black air outside the Great Qi practitioner shook, and the black whip suddenly cracked into countless pieces.

However, the pupils of this Daqi practitioner contracted violently, and he saw that each piece of broken black whip was actually a black worm of the length of a finger.

"Corpse Demon Worm!"

This practitioner of the Great Qi recognized this black long insect, but he had no time to do any movement. Dozens of such black long insects pounced on his body that was harder than the black iron. In just a moment, countless holes appeared on his body, and countless vital energy of heaven and earth gushed out with rolling black air.

He looked at the holes on his body in disbelief and slowly fell forward.

Fang Xiang's body had already risen and landed on the carriage.
Chapter completed!