Master of Great Calamity

Why?

Why do those aristocratic families destroy their own corners when the catastrophe is approaching, fearing difficulties and peace, building underground palaces on the snowfields, and even plundering the resources of the devil's border to enrich themselves, but in the end they just disappear so easily. Just throwing out a few scapegoats and turning big things into small things into nothing. How can they be safe after doing such things?

Why did we take such a big risk for this matter, survived countless times, and finally solved this worldly matter, but no one mentioned us, no praise and praise, no corresponding protection, and no one even stood up to say a word on our side. We did the right thing, but we have to be chased and killed by countless fools on this snowy field?

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Why?

Why is it that I have worked hard and proved my qualifications in the Six Dao Exams, but why so many people have entered Kunlun Mountain and can get countless fortunes at their fingertips, but I have nothing. I want to go to the snowfield to endure the wind and snow?

Why is it that I have been firm enough to come to this snowfield after going through all kinds of hardships, and after I braved the cold and entered the ninth snow line, I found that the Wusheng Sword Tomb is empty. Why can those who practice evil methods walk out of their own way one by one? Why does God want me to walk on such a hopeless road when I am only firm in the distinction between good and evil?

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Ever since outside Taiyue City, Fang Yuan accidentally obtained this blood sea magic seal from the demon realm, and has been entangled with it until now. However, although the magic seal is powerful, it has not been awakened by enough blood sacrifice power. In addition, Fang Yuan has always been a person with a firm heart, so he has not been affected by it. Over time, Fang Yuan even almost forgot the existence of this magic seal. Make trouble!

Whispering, traces of evil thoughts came quietly, filling Fang Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

And at this moment, Fang was already depressed in his heart, and being affected by this magic intensified the depression and anger in his heart, making him almost completely forget everything, but in his heart, after all, there was still a trace of obsession and hesitation.

It's like having a crazy idea, but when implementing it, there is still some hesitation.

Because of his hesitation, the hand that reached out to the bone altar became slower and slower...

Haha, what are you waiting for?

Do you think you're doing the right thing?

In the eyes of others, you are just a fool, a thankless lunatic!

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Those aristocratic families whose hope of avoiding catastrophe was destroyed by you naturally hate you and wish to tear you to pieces. Xijianchi also hates you, hates you for damaging their celestial power, and Xie Jianxiu also hates you, hates you for borrowing their power, but tricking them...

Even if it is Xianmeng, do you really appreciate you?

No, do you really think that the Immortal Alliance knows the world and doesn't know what happened on this snowfield? Maybe they already knew it, but they just pretended not to know, because the Immortal Alliance can only let these big families and Daotong feel at ease, have more chances of survival than others, and have the possibility of competing for the world after the catastrophe. Only then can they be willing to take out more resources...

So you think that you have made a contribution, but in fact, even Xianmeng thinks you are troublesome...

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Do you think you're on the right path?

In the eyes of others, they don't care about the path you take. They only know that you are a casual cultivator from a poor family and have no background. When you are needed, you are worth something. When you are not needed, you are just discarded. You think you are great. You have suffered a lot and still guard the front line of good and evil. But in the eyes of others, you are just a pathetic wretch with a ruined path of cultivation and a ruined future...

Strength, only one's own strength is true...

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With the rising of all kinds of demonic thoughts, Fang Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness was already filled with a sea of ​​blood churning, shining a thousand zhangs of blood.

It seemed that the bloody light was like one blood man after another, entangled in one place, struggling and shouting, rushing towards Fang Yuan, and endless whispers rang in his ears, some angry, some sad, they all sounded like Fang Yuan's voice.

These voices turned into terrifying power in the sea of ​​consciousness, desperately pulling Fang Yuan into the sea of ​​blood.

Many of the problems here are things that Fang Yuan has thought about and figured out a long time ago, just like how the Immortal League dealt with those aristocratic families, the only way for the Immortal League is to do this, because when the catastrophe is approaching, such ugly things must not be made public, otherwise it will definitely chill the hearts of monks all over the world. When it is necessary to gather the hearts of the world, some necessary compromises have to be made...

But so what if you understand?

My heart is still not happy!

Unhappy in his heart, a crack appeared, and this blood sea magic seal had an opportunity to take advantage of!

Brother Fang Yuan...

In the outside world, Jin Hanxue stared blankly at Fang Yuan, already at a loss for what to do, and could only hold Fang Yuan's hand tightly.

Naturally, she didn't know what was happening in Fang Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness at this time. She could only see that Fang Yuan was covered with blood energy at this time. Although the increase in blood energy seemed to stop following the sound of her own voice, it still didn't dissipate.

At this time, the white cat just squatted not far away, looking at Fang Yuan coldly.

In the cold and empty Sword Tomb, the dark wind howled, and the coldness was boundless.

Time and space seem to freeze at this moment...

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Is this the Wusheng Sword Tomb?

Just when Jin Hanxue was worried to the extreme, just holding Fang Yuan's hand and praying for him with all her heart, suddenly there was a startled voice not far behind her. She was taken aback, turned her head hastily, and saw several men in white robes jumping in.

Those white robes were also covered in cold air, with a translucent ice sword tied behind their backs, and they looked a bit embarrassed. After jumping into the sword mound, they took a few breaths, then looked around, and then their eyes quickly fell on Fang Yuan. After seeing it, they were all taken aback, and someone shouted angrily: This guy is really here...

The others, naturally noticed Fang Yuan, and hurried forward.

Jin Hanxue was panicked and didn't know where these people came from.

The white cat also showed anger, jumped in front of Fang Yuan, and barked fiercely at those people.

Seeing Fang Yuan sitting cross-legged on the ground and not moving, with only a woman with a shallow breath beside him, these people also felt a little weird, their eyes glanced coldly at Fang Yuan, and soon noticed the strange blood in Fang Yuan's body, as well as the white bone altar in front of him, and the face of the leader immediately revealed a look of disgust and hatred: He is indeed possessed!

In the sound of resentment, even more impolite, he raised his hand and slashed at him with a sword!

whoosh

The sword light was sharp, and it slashed straight in front of Fang Yuan.

The white cat was barking fiercely at those people, and its hair was standing on end, looking majestic.

But before the sound of its cry fell, it saw the sword light coming in front of him, and it was also startled. Unexpectedly, these people were not afraid of him at all, and they were unreasonable.

And as soon as it got out of the way, that sword cut straight in front of Fang Yuan.

don't want……

At this moment, Jin Hanxue could only scream and block Fang Yuan.

Just with her thin body, how could she avoid the sword in front of her white robe washing the sword pool?

It looked like it was about to be torn apart by the sword light, but suddenly, another sword light struck from the side, blocking the previous sword. The one who drew the sword was a short man in white robe. He shouted in a deep voice: Don't be in a hurry to kill him!

The white-robed disciple who drew his sword earlier was taken aback, and shouted, Senior Brother Xuan Chi...

The short man in white robe said: The sword head's order is for us to take him back!

A white-robed disciple next to him said unwillingly, But...he killed Elder Min...

The white-robed disciple named Xuanchi frowned, a flash of hatred flashed in his eyes, and a murderous look flashed faintly on his body, but after a moment of silence, he still said: Bring him back to the Sword Washing Pond, how to deal with it, Jianshou has his own ideas, our purpose of coming here is just to bring him back, don't take his life, just suppress him first!

Several white robes beside him were a little hesitant, and turned to look at the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal.

The man seemed to be injured, his face was very ugly, he was silent for a moment before he said: That's right, just follow orders!

The white robe who was going to kill Fang Yuan before could only hold back with resentment, but the white robe next to him took a look at Fang Yuan, with a bit of hatred on his face, and said: This person seems to be performing evil skills. Do we have to wait for him to finish his performance?

The people nearby glanced at the white bone altar in front of Fang Yuan, and the Chengtian Sword Code next to the bone altar, and sneered: Practicing evil kung fu deserves death. Sure enough, we did not misunderstand him. There is no one who practiced this way of swords who would not take this path. If we don't kill him directly at this time, it is already a great gift for him to perform the kung fu. Are we going to wait for him to complete the evil kung fu training?

That's right, it's a pity that senior brother Li Baihu used his natal sword to protect him back then!

Hearing the words, the people nearby also sighed coldly, pumped up their sword energy, and hit Fang Yuan's big acupoints all over his body.

He didn't practice evil skills...he didn't...

Jin Hanxue heard it from the side, her eyes were already red with anxiety, and she stretched out her hands desperately, just protecting Fang Yuan.

Although her cultivation level is not high, she is still a little troublesome. The person who aroused the sword aura couldn't help but frowned, the sword aura swung out, pushed her to the side, fell heavily on the ground, and then the sword aura still hit Fang Yuan's chest.