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"stop!"
Su Daojun was stabbed between the eyebrows with a sword, and his eyes dimmed forever.
"stop!"
Qin Daojun's sword fell to the ground, and the powerful Human Emperor's body was broken into four or five pieces. Qin II in the distance let out a mournful roar.
"Stop! Stop!"
Xing Daojun watched the death of a famous Daoist he had managed to win over, and he almost went crazy.
The grand revenge plan in his heart and his millions of years of obsession are going to be shattered at this moment because of a man who doesn't know the details at all!
"ah--"
The screams of the Dao Lords were endless, ranging from madness to collapse, from being killed instead of escaping, but they lasted less than a stick of incense.
When the ferry gradually became quiet, and only the sound of wind and waves could be heard, only a few Dao Lords were still alive.
The once powerful and arrogant Dao Lords have now turned into horrible corpses, their blood flowing into the sea of the world and disappearing.
"Okay! Well done!"
The only living messenger from the upper realm was ecstatic and extremely relieved!
"Why do you do this? Aren't you also from the Sea of Chaos?"
Tianmu Daojun's eyes showed sadness. He had the strongest vision in a hundred counties, but he couldn't see through the mysterious man in front of him.
"It's a pity that you know nothing about the Hongmeng Taoist world, and you want to go to the sea to die. I will end you here, which can be regarded as giving you relief in advance."
Fang Yuan answered lightly.
"Ah! Go to hell!"
Xing Daojun rushed forward at this moment, his body was covered with bruises and his body was swaying.
Fang Yuan easily dodged and stepped on him with one foot, showing pity in his eyes.
"The deformed origin you cultivated in hatred seems to be powerful, but it also has a fatal weakness. Every time you take damage, it can backfire on the enemy. Although the damage suffered by the enemy is twice that of you, the damage you received will not disappear.
, it will just keep adding up.”
"You have used your power on me so many times, your body can't bear it anymore, right?"
Fang Yuan saw through Mr. Xingdao, and the sword he held cut through his armor, pierced into his skin, and blood with a hint of purple flowed out.
"It is indeed the work of that clan, and it is still so evil. The reason why you have such an abnormal origin, and the reason why you are not afraid of the Ten Commandments Sword, is all because of this purple blood."
"It's pitiful. Do you think you can take revenge by refining this purple blood? That clan is simply not something you can compete with."
Fang Yuan said, these words made Mr. Xingdao's heart tremble.
"Who are you? How much do you know about the purple-blooded man?" His voice was suppressed and weak.
"There is no need to tell you this. After all, you are already a dead person."
Fang Yuan held up his sword and stabbed multiple holes in Xingdao Lord's body one after another, and the blood in his body gurgled out.
"Help you drain the purple blood from your body that has tortured you for countless years. This is the best way to die that I can give you."
Fang Yuan raised his feet and walked towards Dao Lord Tianmu, without looking at Dao Lord Xing again.
Taoist Master Tianmu raised his eyes and looked around, and saw that many fellow Taoists were all dead.
They were already close to success, but who would have thought that this devil-like man would appear in front of them.
He knew that he was bound to die, but looking at the more than 5,000 monks behind him, he felt uneasy.
"This matter was our idea and has nothing to do with those children. They had no choice."
He opened his mouth, hoping to leave some sparks of hope in the Chaos Sea.
"I have no interest in taking action against them. This matter should be left to the envoy to decide."
Fang Yuan said, looking back at the only remaining messenger.
"It will be very troublesome if the tasks assigned by the superiors cannot be completed. Since the instigator is dead, people still have to be selected. What do you think?"
The messenger thought about it for a moment and asked politely.
Right now, he was entirely dependent on Fang Yuan for survival, and the other party's ruthlessness made him shudder, and he did not dare to offend him at all.
However, four of his companions died in the lower realm this time. If he can no longer successfully bring back the selected talents, how will he make business when he returns?
The people at the top will not care about Daojun's rebellion, they will only think that they are too incompetent!
"Okay, just do as the messenger says."
Fang Yuan smiled and said, these words made the envoy feel greatly relieved.
Taojun Tianmu's only worry was gone, he looked at Fang Yuan and regarded death as if he were home. "Kill me."
Fang Yuan walked up to him and whispered in his ear. "Yes, you will die, but it would be a pity to lose your origin like this. I will accept it for you."
Tianmu Daojun's pupils shrank, and before he had time to react, his body was overwhelmed by a burst of pain!
He felt that the original power in his body was rapidly draining away, and his consciousness gradually collapsed.
"you……"
Before he could finish a sentence, his body turned into dust and flew into the sky, and Fang Yuan's hand that penetrated his body was hidden in his sleeve seemingly casually.
All Dao Lords are dead.
The corpses on the ground were in sharp contrast to the glory that stood at the peak of the past, which gave a strong impact to the more than 5,000 monks who were still alive.
Fang Yuan's eyes passed over more than 5,000 monks. When he saw Fang Shiyang and Fang Shijie and his son, his brows furrowed imperceptibly.
"Messenger, please come forward and pick someone. Time is limited and we can't delay it any longer, right?"
Fang Yuan turned his head and said to the messenger.
"Yes, yes."
The messenger smiled flatteringly, and the danger was finally resolved. This time it was really a blessing.
"Overlord, give me my father's life back!"
"You executioner!"
In the crowd, Qin Er, Chu Meixin and several other Taoist descendants could not suppress the pain of bereavement and rushed out like moths to the flame.
Fang Yuan's eyes lit up, and powerful soul power came out of his body. Several people were in a trance for a moment and froze on the spot.
"I have no interest in playing with you little guys. We have killed enough people today."
He said calmly and gave up the home court to the messenger from the upper realm.
Although there was only one messenger left, the selection was carried out according to the established process.
Medusa, the ancestor of the Qian family, and Master Puji also came to the ferry at this time, followed by Zuo Chunqiu and Emperor Buddha. They witnessed the tragic death of many Taoist masters with their own eyes, and their hearts were extremely complicated.
"Zuo Chunqiu, I have a task for you."
Fang Yuan called Zuo Chunqiu closer.
"I wonder what the leader's orders are?" Zuo Chunqiu said neither humble nor overbearing.
"Go secretly and kill the Fang family father and son. Don't let them get on the boat." Fang Yuan said casually, with a very indifferent tone.
Zuo Chunqiu's pupils shrank slightly, but he didn't ask any more questions and said with a smile, "As ordered."
He left quickly and neatly. Fang Yuan glanced at Master Puji again. Master Puji understood and followed him.
Medusa came to Fang Yuan, blinked her eyes, and said curiously. "Chief, how can I say that he is also your compatriot eldest brother and your nephew, so you are so willing to give up? You are worried that your identity will be exposed if they enter the Taoist world, so you won't let them.
Can’t they just get on the boat?”
"You talk too much."
Fang Yuan glanced at Medusa coldly. Medusa knew she was bored and said no more.