Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

"Magic!"

I don't know who shouted. Faced with this sudden scene of consecutive headshots, everyone was a practitioner. They were used to seeing fighting and strange techniques, and they felt trembling with fear.

If it's a normal fight, that's it. Life and death matter. Even if you are killed by someone, your skills are inferior to others. But what does the scene in front of you mean? Who is the enemy?

Until now, none of the Baishan Tribulation cultivators who came forward to rob them knew who the real culprit was that caused so many cultivators to get their heads shot.

Fang Qingyuan looked coldly at the successive headshots, while the frightened Baishan Tribulation Cultivators felt some indescribable joy in their hearts.

This feeling of living if you want, dying if you want, that supreme control, is so wonderful!

The wonderful feeling steamed up and slowly poured into the ventricles, setting off a new wave of restlessness.

Maybe, I can do better.

Fang Qingyuan was not satisfied with coming one by one. The power of fear generated by the Baishan Tribulation Cultivators who were frightened by the scene of consecutive headshots was now even greater than before.

Such a powerful emotional power was created by hundreds of practitioners. This short-lived and huge power made Fang Qingyuan feel like drinking from a sweet spring.

It turns out that my emotional powers have reached such a state.

Fang Qingyuan still had a sense of clarity in his heart and was not completely immersed in this great power. He looked around and found that there were already many Baishan Tribulation Cultivators who, seeing that the situation was not good, sneaked back secretly.

Baishan people have always been the best at sizing up situations. They never fight against the odds and run away immediately when they see something that cannot be done.

But this place is not a place where you can come and leave whenever you want, so Fang Qingyuan stretched out his index finger and aimed at some of the robbery cultivation points that had the most positive attitude just now.

Five miles away, this is a distance that the Qi Practitioner monks cannot attack. Even the Foundation Establishment monks can hardly cause damage at such a distance.

But just so far away, as Fang Qingyuan tapped his index finger, the Jie Xiu who was hit, regardless of his level of cultivation, suddenly showed panic.

The monks who did not have enough realm immediately became fireworks without saying a word, while some monks whose souls were still strong were able to say a few last words.

"Ah, senior, have mercy on me!"

But that was all. Before he finished speaking, the head exploded and flew around.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As heads exploded one after another, the remaining people wished they could grow eight legs and stay away from this place immediately.

Every time Fang Qingyuan moved his index finger, a living life died. Han Ping on the side couldn't help but feel his Adam's apple twitching when he saw this coquettish scene.

Why is this man's murderous nature so strong today?

After a long time, with hundreds of corpses lying on the ground, Fang Qingyuan finally withdrew his index finger.

At this time, Han Ping dared to step forward. He came to Fang Qingyuan, looked at Fang Qingyuan's expression with his peripheral vision, then lowered his head and said:

"Sect Master Fang's divine power, with this, I am afraid that the next calamity cultivators will never dare to come to Qingyuan Sect again."

Han Ping was originally proud. He had an extraordinary background, he was a direct descendant of the Han family in the Dan Alliance, and he also had an extremely rare destiny. When he first dealt with Fang Qingyuan, his attitude was not like this.

But now that Fang Qingyuan has formed an elixir, Han Ping's attitude has become relatively mild, and since he is asking for help, Han Ping's attitude has been lowered.

After seeing the method Fang Qingyuan used just now, Han Ping completely lost any thoughts of comparison. At this time, Fang Qingyuan was no longer the object of comparison.

The obvious change is that Han Ping used the etiquette towards the ancestors of the alliance. He became respectful and cautious, and was no longer as generous as before.

This is just one of the small changes caused by this battle. Han Ping is sure that after today, Qingyuan Sect, a sect originally located in the corner of the Far East, will be well known to the majority of casual cultivators in the Baishan Mountains.

Fang Qingyuan looked a little tired. He had fought with Fulong first, and then controlled such a huge emotional power. In order to use it beautifully, Fang Qingyuan did not be stingy with the consumption of his soul.

Therefore, even with Fang Qingyuan's current accumulation, he still feels that he has consumed too much, but fatigue is one thing, but the feeling in his heart is another feeling.

Just in the midst of this huge wave of emotions, Fang Qingyuan also gained some insights. This was a benefit in practice. As long as it is consumed in the future, this will naturally have many benefits for Fang Qingyuan's future practice.

Not to mention other things, Fang Qingyuan felt that he was stuck at the bottleneck of the third to fourth levels of his golden elixir.

In response to Han Ping's compliment, Fang Qingyuan just nodded slightly, and then he called his disciples to count the casualties and clean the battlefield.

After a while, detailed statistics about this encounter were compiled.

Three disciples of Qingyuan Sect died and seven or eight were injured. They were all taken advantage of by this group of Baishan Tribulation Cultivators when Fang Qingyuan fought with Fulong.

The cargo carried by the camel ray also suffered a slight loss. Fortunately, Fang Qingyuan returned the rescue in time, so no more casualties were caused.

On the Baishan Jiexiu side, there were heavy casualties. Just looking at the corpses lying on the ground, there were close to a hundred, most of them had their heads blown to pieces, and they couldn't even identify their identities.

However, Fang Qingyuan doesn't care about the true identities of these calamity cultivators. As for which sect in the Baishan realm will hear that a disciple will suffer an accident or a master will be in danger in the future, these have nothing to do with the Qingyuan Sect and have nothing to do with this war. Nothing to do.

When the disciples in the sect cleaned the entire battlefield and collected hundreds of storage bags and hundreds of magic weapons, Fang Qingyuan nodded with satisfaction.

These trophies were enough to make up for the casualties of the disciples, and were even similar in value to the materials traded this time.

If the battle between Lingmu League and Dan League is not included, the death of hundreds of Baishan people is definitely the most shocking news in the southern part of Baishan in the past few years.

Let the disciples collect all the harvest and bury the corpses of the dead disciples. The group followed the camel ray team and began to fly forward leisurely.

This time, there are no short-sighted Baishan Jie Cultivators following them. The Jie Cultivators within a radius of several hundred miles have just been killed and their courage has been shattered. At this moment, they want to stay away from this vortex, how can they stay here.

When twenty camel rays connected end to end slowly flew away from this place, on the land below, buried deep underground, hundreds of fresh monk corpses were silently telling about today's situation.

Fang Qingyuan did not choose to collect the corpses of these monks and send them to the Immortal Mansion, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

Purposely collecting the corpses of dead monks looked like they were practicing some kind of evil skill. Even though the Baishan people were always vicious, no one wanted to take advantage of these corpses.

This is because the monks who had previously tried to plot against the monks' bones had been killed in the Great Zhou Academy's inventory in the past millennium.

Therefore, Fang Qingyuan buried these bones in the ground on the spot to give the other party some dignity. In any case, he prided himself on being upright and could not do such a dishonorable thing as leaving the other party's corpse exposed in the wilderness.

In fact, regarding decency or not, Fang Qingyuan also sees things in name relatively clearly. He knows that this is just a name and there will be no benefits in a short time.