Master of Great Calamity

Even though Lu Xinyao was the first to see through Fang Yuan's plan and the first to make the most correct choice, she still didn't understand how this situation came about?

The three of them clearly had the upper hand, and the power they possessed was ten times greater than Fang Yuan and Luo Feiling combined. Obviously, the three of them did not underestimate the enemy, and when they realized something was wrong, they immediately laid a heavy hand on Fang Yuan with all their strength, only thinking about strangling him with all possible means. How did they end up in this situation?

The sword intent eroded into her body, and she felt a bone-chilling feeling.

It seemed that there were endless snowflakes that merged into her body, making her whole body icy cold, and her mind and soul seemed to be frozen.

What about my unparalleled magical skills, I have mastered four powerful puppets, and even a Zhongzhou Xiaosheng who is the Supreme Nascent Soul, but what is the use of that, they are all below now, they can't quench their thirst far away, and they can't save themselves at all...

After all, let this poor family give...

In her heart, an extremely frightening and desperate thought came into being.

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well……

Just when Lu Xinyao was wrapped up in this desperate emotion, a sneer suddenly sounded in front of her.

A golden fat man walked slowly out of the forest in front of him, seemingly in a hurry. It seemed that he was walking very slowly, but compared with his speed, the speed of the surrounding spiritual lights would be as slow as a flower blooming. In his hand, he was carrying a blood-stained man, as if he had dragged a tree stump upside down, and slowly appeared in front of Lu Xinyao.

Slowly raising his head, he saw the mess in the arena.

Then he sighed in a low voice and cursed softly: Trash!

In his eyes, Lu Xinyao was being sliced ​​into the body by an extremely shining sword light at this moment, and the vitality in his body was also rapidly passing away at this moment, so he frowned, threw away the man in his hand, and stepped forward.

Could it be...

Lu Xinyao noticed the golden light from the corner of her eyes, and she suddenly felt ecstatic in her heart.

Before she raised her head to see that person, she felt a big hand stick out, grabbed her by the neck, pulled her back, and threw her behind her, and then the person went forward to meet her, blocking her.

laugh!

At this very moment, a sword light from Fang Yuan struck from a distance happened to strike.

Ding!

That ray of sword light slashed on the golden fat man's chest, drawing a faint bloodstain. It seemed that there was a faint blood oozing out, but it seemed to be there, and soon recovered. As for the snow-like sword intent between the sky and the ground, it had no effect on him. He just looked down at his chest, shook his head with a sneer, and looked forward.

Looking at it this way, he naturally saw Fang Yuan in the mid-air, as well as the sackclothed envoy and the hunchbacked mountain envoy whose bodies had collapsed.

Be as immovable as a mountain, and everything will be hidden!

He frowned slightly, put his hands together, and pinched a seal.

As he yelled, light suddenly shone around his body, and in the void, everything seemed to be drawn by him, and they all flew towards him, like the broken body of the sackclothed machine, and the head of the hunchback carrying the mountain that flew in mid-air, as if there were two invisible big hands, grabbing at the moment, and then pulling towards him in an instant.

clatter...

What followed was Fang Yuan's sword intent that filled most of the sky, rolling in like a tide.

This boundless sword intent was formed by Fang Yuan's hard training in the snow field for ten years. It was so terrifying. When this rush came, everything he touched was turned into dust, but when it rushed to him, he didn't move, just stood there.

Om...

Like a sword hitting a bronze bell, the sound of Qingyue is continuous.

After several breaths of effort, the voice slowly subsided.

Fang Yuan, who was in mid-air, slowly retracted his sword, with a solemn expression, and slowly looked towards that person.

The tall fat man with a golden body was waving his palms, sweeping away a layer of frost from his body.

He was golden and copper-colored, and even exuded an indescribable light, like a body made of gold, like a high wall standing in the void, Lu Xinyao was blocked behind him, the body of the sack-clothed envoy was held in his left palm, and the head of the hunched mountain envoy was lifted by him in his right hand. The clothes on his body had been cut to pieces by his sword intent.

But under his tattered clothes, his fleshy body was as smooth as copper, without any scars.

The fourth dark messenger has finally arrived!

Looking at his seemingly unharmed golden body, Fang Yuan's eyes also slowly froze at this time.

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The fat man with golden body, or Fudo Mingo envoy among the four great dark envoys, also had a gloomy expression at this time.

He picked up the sackcloth in his left hand and looked at it, and saw that his head was cracked, the Nascent Soul was crushed, and now he has no life at all.

Then he looked at the head of the hunchback carrying the mountain envoy in his left hand, raised his hand and hooked it, a ray of red divine light flew out from that head, and transformed into a hunchback carrying the mountain envoy in mid-air, trembling, frightened, flickering.

Your body has been beheaded, and the Nascent Soul has been injured, not to mention promotion, and you will lose your cultivation!

The fat bullet finger of the golden body shot out a golden light, which poured into the spirit of the hunchbacked mountain envoy, making his spirit solidify, and then said indifferently: You are still needed in this battle. As for the future, find a way to cultivate into a ghost baby, and count how many years you can live!

I hate...I hate...

The hunchback with the mountain on its back wailed unceasingly, and the despair made one's heart palpitate.

This is a high-ranking divine baby, and even with the help of the Lord of Darkness, it is possible to touch the threshold of God Transformation...

...But now, he can only live as a ghost baby?

No one can understand the despair, anger, and fear in his heart at this moment unless he experiences it himself!

The blond fat man didn't know if he could understand, he just did what he should do, and then turned around to look at Lu Xinyao.

She was also seriously injured, her viscera were all impacted by the sword intent, and her injuries were horrific, but after all, she was in the Nascent Soul realm. For them, this kind of injury will slowly heal, and there is still hope for healing. It's just that the martial arts will be affected, but her martial arts are not very good.

Thinking of this verse, his face finally softened a little.

Looking up at Fang Yuan, he showed some admiration on his face: You actually hurt them like this, how did you do it?

Fang Yuan's expression slowly returned to calm, he didn't answer, but looked to his side.

He naturally also saw the man who was thrown aside by him and was covered in blood, his eyes were slightly moved, but he forcibly suppressed it, his voice remained calm, and he said in a low voice: Where are those people, what happened to them?

The blond fat man raised his head, with a faint smile on his face: Why don't you ask him?

The blood-covered man who was thrown on his side, raised his head with a lot of wasted effort. He was bearded, one eye was blind, and his bones had been broken for an unknown amount of time. When he looked up at Fang Yuan, he smiled wryly, with a weak voice, and said with a wry smile: Old Fang, old Fang, you really...you really arranged a good task for us...

While talking, he had already vomited a mouthful of blood, coughed violently for a long while, and then continued, his voice was very low: They are all dead, all of them are dead, Taoists of the Meng family, Daoists of the Lu family...they were all crushed to death by this fat man...

I don't even know why he left me alive...

The person who survived was naturally Song Longzhu. He didn't have the usual smirk at all. Instead, he looked endlessly tired, with a hint of depression: We... did what you said, and killed all the people who stayed behind... But who would have thought, who would have thought that this fat man would fall at the end and bump into him head-on...

My old Song misread them...

The sons of those aristocratic families are also very kind. None of them escaped, and they all got involved...

They set a trap, used their family's supernatural powers, and killed the thirty-six demon gangs who were left behind. They didn't let any of them survive. They solved everything you said until this fat man appeared... We couldn't fight him, but none of those aristocratic families were afraid of him. Even though they were seriously injured at the time, they still rushed up...

Song Longzhu said in a mournful voice, coughing violently, and suddenly there was some crying in his voice: But my old Song also has a kind, and it's not that I didn't go for it. You killed them all, why do you keep me? What are you doing with my dog's life?

This is my habit...

The fat man with a golden body smiled faintly at this time, and opened his mouth: When I usually kill people, I have to leave a life alive, because only if I leave a life alive, will someone tell others about my murder, so that I did not commit crimes for no reason!

Witness... Witness...

Song Longzhu seemed to be crying and laughing, trying his best to get up.

But he still failed. At this time, his injuries were indescribably serious, and his whole body was almost crippled.

And Fang Yuan also fell silent at this time.