The old priest Kitani looked at the scene in front of him and was furious.

The killing shouts rang out, and so many people died outside.

"Bold! I'm here, who are you?"

His figure flashed and appeared in front of Fang Ling.

Fang Ling fell down with a sword and directly split his body in half.

The old priest Yuheng's late realm was only two levels higher than him.

But the last time he fought with Wu Taoist in Wuliang City, he understood that he had to fight quickly in the face of Wu Xiu.

Otherwise, there might be some tormenting strange witch curse.

Everyone from the Mu tribe was shocked when they saw Mu Gu being killed by Fang Ling with a sword.

The old priest is already the strongest witch cultivator in the tribe. Even he was killed by a sword, so they...

For a time, 200,000 people in the tribe scattered all the birds and beasts.

But at this time, the Mu tribe was already shrouded in the Salami Realm.

After they fled to the edge of the tribe, they soon fell into despair.

They could not break through the impeccable barriers at all, so they could only watch Fang Ling kill them one by one.

In a short while, the Mu tribe, which originally had more than 200,000 people, was already half slaughtered.

At this moment, the altar of the Mu tribe was located.

A powerful and bizarre aura soared into the sky. Fang Ling turned to see that it was a huge soul body.

Just his height is several dozen feet long, and he is as tall as a mountain.

This Dharma appearance is very similar to the witch god worshipped by the Mu tribe, with knotted muscles and bare upper body.

He was covered with some symmetrical stripes on his body, and he was holding a staff in his right hand.

"You demon, how dare you slaughter my Mu tribe, and today I will want you to die without a place to bury you!"

The Witch God Faxiang roared angrily, but the sound made by the Dharmaxiang was the same as the old priest Mu Gu who was killed by Fang Ling's sword just now.

"You are not dead..." Fang Ling was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, the old guy's body was split in half, but his soul had not yet dissipated.

"How can you guess the witch curse of my Mu tribe?" The Witch God Faxiang snorted coldly and immediately cast the curse.

Kitani was killed just now, so he didn't dare to talk too much, just wanted to fight quickly.

The reason why he didn't show up early to stop Fang Ling was because he needed Fang Ling to kill his tribe members.

Only by sacrificed enough souls can one make one's witch curse take effect and turn the soul into the magic form of the witch god.

At present, more than 100,000 people have died in the Mu tribe, and their vitality has been severely damaged, which has shaken the roots, which makes Mu Gu very angry.

Fang Ling dared not underestimate him and immediately swung the sword of power.

"Prison!"

The sword was shining, destroying everything around him.

Even the altar of the Mu tribe was split into countless pieces.

But the magic figures of the witch gods transformed by Mugu are safe and sound, and they don't seem to be affected at all.

"Boy, I am now transformed by a witch curse. No attack from you will hurt me!" Kitani sneered.

"Let you taste the murder curse of my Mu tribe - Dark Thunder!"

Mu Gu waved his staff and pointed at Fang Ling from afar.

In an instant, a dark thunder struck Fang Ling.

The dark thunder was extremely fast, and before Fang Ling could react, he was struck by the dark thunder.

But there was nothing strange about his body, not because his body was too strong and dark thunder could not be injured.

It is because the target of the spell is just the soul.

"No matter how powerful you are, your soul is still your weakness."

"My dark thunder curse is enough to destroy your soul and soul!"

Kitani said domineeringly, turning his head to look at the tribe members who were still rushing to the Salami Realm.

He was not worried about them, but wanted to choose a body that suits him the most.

He hasn't lived enough, but he doesn't want to die now.

Suddenly, he seemed to have noticed something again, and turned his head suddenly to look at where Fang Ling was.

Fang Ling disappeared, no one was seen alive, no corpse could be seen when he died.

"What's going on?" he murmured.

Suddenly, he felt a burst of heat coming from him.

Turning his head and seeing that Fang Ling had already appeared behind him.

Fang Ling had the golden soul curse of the old monk Baimei protecting his body, and the spells could not do anything to him.

At this moment, behind him was a lush golden tree.

There was flames lingering on this sacred tree in the sky.

The golden flames burned, and even the stable space was eroded by it.

So from a distance, it looks like black and gold, constantly flashing, which is quite magical.

Today, the Fusang sacred tree has begun to show its ancient power, with the momentum of burning the sky and destroying the earth.

Under the close range of Fusang divine fire, even the magic image of the witch god transformed by Mugu with the witch curse and soul disappeared instantly.

After completely dealing with the old priest, he raised his sword and killed other people in the Mu tribe.

Not long after, more than 200,000 people from the Mu tribe all became the souls under his sword.

The Blood Sword greedily devoured the blood evil energy and the origin of life. He peered cross-legged in the air and practiced silently.

………………………………………

After a while, only white bones were left in the entire Mu tribe.

Fang Ling walked to a wooden house with white bones, opened the door and walked in.

Dou Qin felt a little nervous when she heard the movement.

Then after seeing the appearance of the visitor, she couldn't help but scream: "Fang Ling? How could it be you!"

Fang Ling said lightly: "Doctor Dou, long time no see you."

Dou Qin: "It should be more than three years, and you have changed a lot."

Fang Ling was only eighteen years old at that time and looked very young.

Now Fang Ling is obviously much more mature, not only in terms of appearance, but also in his aura.

Fang Ling: "Doctor Dou, I have saved your life. I wonder if you have any indication?"

"Although I didn't listen carefully just now, there should be something good about you."

"What did the old priest say...'Not to say it's eating, even if you smell it, you can prolong your life'

, right?"

"What is so magical? Just by smelling it, you can prolong your life?"

When Dou Qin heard this, her feet couldn't help but feel her feet retracted, and a blush appeared on her face instantly.

"Nothing...that old guy is talking nonsense." she muttered.

"I don't have any treasures that can attract your attention, but I will remember your kindness to save me this time."

"If you have a chance in the future, you will definitely repay you."

Fang Ling stared at Dou Qin's boots and was silent for a moment.

He vaguely remembered that the old man seemed to want to take off her boots, and he realized that the treasure that prolonged life was probably hidden in her boots.

I remember that at the beginning, his relationship with Dou Qin was pretty good.

But later he refined 300,000 cultivators from Liuhe Sect in blood, and she regarded it as a wrong path and wanted to keep a distance from him.

Fang Ling didn't care, but he also regarded her as a stranger.

Today she has treasures in her body and she saves her, so she deserves some benefits.

"Doctor Dou, offended me!"

"Fang is very interested in this treasure that prolongs life, so he wants to take it for himself."

"This baby belongs to me, and you and I will not owe each other in the future!"

He stepped forward and took off her boots and socks despite her struggles.

When Dou Qin saw that he was holding his jade feet, he pondered and teased him, and felt very embarrassed and angry.

She said anxiously: "I don't have any treasures at all."

"That old thing just now has a hobby and foot habit!"

Fang Ling glanced at her and let go of her hand: "Didn't you say it earlier..."
Chapter completed!