Although the elixirs in the Xiongzhu Sect also made the mortals feel hated by all the mortals, at least the elixirs in the Xiongzhu Sect did not do too out of their way, and they would not have fun by torture other monks. They always felt that the elixirs in the Xiongzhu Sect were not a good thing. Now with comparison, they realized that the elixirs in the Xiongzhu Sect were already quite good. At least compared with Fang Dang, they could be called a kind-hearted and kind-hearted purpose.

These mortals stared at Fang Dang with their fire-like eyes, and some monks were even more ready to move, but they knew that even ten thousand themselves could not kill Fang Dang. If they took action rashly, they would only bring Fang Dang's cold-blooded revenge. At that time, the tens of thousands of mortals behind them would die without a place to bury them.

These monks were all suffering from their faces, but they had no choice. If there was a heavenly tribulation in this world, if they could become alchemists, then they would definitely crush Fang Dang and trample on it. This world is too unfair, this world is too unfair, and countless monks shouted in their hearts.

The burning flames were reflected in Fang Dang's pupils, and the flames turned Zhenwang into ashes every minute and every second.

Suddenly, Fang Dang's pupils suddenly became bright, and the light inside shone, and a bright golden color flashed in the flames in Fang Dang's pupils.

The fire will eventually reveal golden color after hundreds of refining.

A round golden bead emerged after Zhenwang turned into ashes.

A smile appeared on Fang Dang's face, and the mortals and monks only saw Zhenwang's appearance burned to ashes in their eyes. Their eyes were about to break, and their eyes were staring at Fang Dang, hoping to eat Fang Dang.

"Fang Dang, what do you want after killing Zhenwang?" In fact, Zhenwang is not the highest cultivation among these monks. There is also an old man with a slightly higher cultivation level than Zhenwang. The old man watched Zhenwang die. At this time, he remembered Fang Dang's previous words. Fang Dang had passed. As long as Zhenwang could survive Fang Dang's attack, he would let go of a group of mortals. Zhenwang has not survived. So what would Fang Dang do next?

Fang Dang looked at the old man. Although there was a kind smile on Fang Dang's face, Fang Dang himself had an evil temperament. In the eyes of those who were interested, Fang Dang's smile looked sinister and cunning. Fang Dang said, m.♂: "It's really strong, isn't you there?"

The monks behind the old man were all stunned, and several monks immediately shouted: "Fang Dang, dare!"

In the eyes of a group of monks and mortals, this old man was like the position of the ancestor dragon among the dragon clan. It could be called a living myth. Even the alchemists from the heroic sect would not be disrespectful to the old man. Fang Dang used a despicable method to kill Zhenwang. Now he was going to take the slap on the myth they respected the most, which was intolerable.

Now almost everyone can see that Fang Dang has no intention of letting go of anyone. Fang Dang just treats abuse of others as a pleasure. Such a guy is impossible to be trustworthy. Besides, Fang Dang is a elixir. If he wants to kill a monk, then the monk still has his life?

"Fang Dang, kill, kill us, don't even want to humiliate us!" Several monks shouted. If they hadn't known that they could not beat Fang Dang, they would have rolled up their sleeves and used their fists to argue.

Fang Dang ignored the clamor of these people and just stared at the old man in front of him.

The old man replied without hesitation: "If I can survive your supernatural powers, can you let go of these mortals and monks behind me?"

Fang Dang smiled and said, "The monks behind you all think that I will never be trustworthy. Do you think so too?"

The old man looked at Fang Dang deeply, then said, "Anyway, they are all dead, come on!"

Fang Dang's mouth pulled a smile, and then a ray of heavenly fire fell from the sky and hit the old man's back with a thud.

The sky fire turned into thousands of drops of flames with a bang. These flames surrounded the old man in an instant, and instantly turned the old man into a sea of ​​fire. The flames rose up and surrounded the old man in an instant.

The old man frowned, but did not say a word. He sat cross-legged in the flames, just looking at his nose and his heart, like a stubborn stone calcined by the flames.

The monks behind the old man all showed sadness on their faces. This is indeed a tragedy. As human races in this world, they will never be able to defeat the alchemists. No matter how hard they try, they will only be trampled under their feet and will never turn over. If there is such a chance, the old man will definitely not want to use this method to protect the monks and human races behind him. This must be a choice that he had no choice.

If you cannot defeat Fang Dang, you can only follow the rules set by Fang Dang, even if there is no way out under this rule!

The cries sounded and silently, and then the cry became louder and louder and wider, spreading like a tide.

The tens of thousands of mortals cried, including some monks, whose eyes were red and their tears were shining. In their eyes, they were really bullying. The tears were aggrieved, self-blame, powerless, and more were angry. They hated this world and this world without heavenly tribulation.

Fang Dang naturally would not be shaken by the crying sound. His eyes were still on the old man who was constantly burning by the flames. This old man had a thicker foundation than he imagined.

Thinking about it, I know that this old man should belong to the kind of extremely high-quality category. He had already raised his cultivation to a monk at a young age and opened the acupoints of his whole body. Since then, the old man's cultivation has probably never progressed even a little. In this case, it has been accumulating continuously. Over time, decades have passed, and the old man's background naturally becomes thicker with time.

If you don’t advance in your practice, you will retreat. Some people stop moving forward after reaching a certain level and then slowly decline step by step. Some people are aliens. Although they have reached the end of their practice, they are still accumulating, just like old wine, which will make the longer the fragrance become. Of course, if a monk dies, the more fragrant the wine will smell.

Obviously, this old man belongs to this type of existence.

The old man burned the flames without moving at all. At first Fang Dang thought the old man was very good, but now Fang Dang had to, and the old man surprised him.

However, the old man gave Fang Dang a problem, that is, the flame could not do anything to the old man. If he continued to refine this way, the old man could last for at least three or five days. Fang Dang would not have had such a long time to waste with him slowly.

The monks around were all very sad and angry at first. They originally thought that the old man must have ended up with Zhenwang, but a quarter of an hour passed, and the old man remained unchanged in the flames. This quarter of an hour was enough to melt the two Zhenwangs.

This made the monks revitalize one by one, and the despair in their eyes slowly turned into hope, at least they were a pair of eyes that could see hope.

The owner of these pairs of eyes wanted to cheer for the old man loudly, but they knew that the old man should not be disturbed at this time, so as not to be distracted. Although this possibility is not great, they are not afraid of ten thousand, but they are afraid of if they are not. All these monks have red skin, but their cheeks are bulging, and they are all suffocated.

Fang Dang reached out and pinched his chin, and his brows slowly frowned. In the distance, he saw Fang Dang's frowning monks all secretly happy.

Fang Dang looked at the old man, suddenly opened his mouth and suddenly spurted out a fierce ball of light, which suddenly penetrated into the flame.

The flames were like a layer of grease, and they started to burn and boil.

Originally, the old man was motionless like a stubborn stone in the flame, but now, the flames surged, and the old man in the flames felt the deepest, and the old man's brows began to squeeze together layer by layer.

After a while, the old man's feet began to be burned by the flames!

The monks around were all nervous, and many of them shouted loudly, calling Fang Dang untrustworthy. Although Fang Dang never knew how to add firewood and fire from beginning to end, Fang Dang's behavior undoubtedly made all the monks and ordinary people feel that Fang Dang was playing!

Fang Dang opened his mouth with a smile and spat out a mouthful of light again. He came to his breath and hit the flames around the old man with a slight blow.

The flames rolled, accelerating the refining of the old man's body.

Fang Dang finally poked the hornet's nest. The monks and mortals rushed towards Fang Dang without caring about it, hoping to tear Fang Dang apart on the spot.

Although their cultivation level is not high and they will never be able to defeat the guy in front of them who can even kill elixirs at will, if they were at other times, they would have endured this tone.

But now Fang Dang no longer gives them any chance. Since they are dead at all times, then naturally they will choose their own way of dying!

Fight, fight with him with your life!

Fang Dang ignored the monks and mortals who were rushing towards him. Fang Dang's eyes were still focused on the old man who was burned by the flames.

Fang Dang was surprised to find that the old man's feet were burned by flames showed a golden light. This... this was the first time Fang Dang encountered such a situation.

When the group of mortals and monks rushed to Fang Dang, Fang Dang still didn't even look at them. At this moment, a golden bead with a dazzling light suddenly emerged from Zhenwang's ashes burned into ashes.

The bead suddenly hangs between the monk and Fang Dang.

The monks couldn't help but be stunned. One of them even reached out to pinch a thunder technique and was about to bombard the golden bead that blocked the road.

After the golden bead trembled back and forth a few times, loud noises swayed around the golden beads. The sound was like a warning, shaking their hearts, which made the monks who were about to attack the golden beads pause.

"What's going on? What's going on?"
Chapter completed!