Fang Yu turned to look at Sanhe Shengzun and said: "Okay, since you have no support, then come with me. I still have many questions to ask you later."
After saying that, he stretched out his finger towards the Sanhe Saint.
Sanhe Shengzun's expression changed greatly, and he even shouted, but his whole body was sealed to death, and it was difficult to even shake his arms, let alone break free.
"bass!"
Fang Yu's fingertips touched the forehead of Sanhe Saint, and a strange light flashed through.
The Holy Lord Sanhe was shocked, and then lost consciousness and fell into a coma.
"It's really miserable for a majestic immortal to be reduced to such a state." After the Sanhe Holy Master passed out, Hong Yaozu shook his head and said with emotion.
"Think about the formation of the Holy Pattern Tribe. How miserable would you be if we were the loser?" Fang Yu looked at Hong Yaozu and said.
Hong Yaozu shuddered as he recalled the aura of the elites of the major bloodlines of the Holy Pattern Tribe when they arrived.
"Let's go, Beibei."
Fang Yu called out Beibei.
"bass!"
The little white dog releases a ring.
Fang Yu entered it first.
Hong Yaozu stared at the ring and the suspended Beibei with wide eyes, his face full of shock.
"Woof!"
Beibei seemed a little impatient and urged.
"Sorry, sorry..." Hong Yaozu apologized quickly, and then flew into the ring with the unconscious Sanhe Saint.
"Whoosh!"
The next second, the field of vision in front of him changed.
There are many buildings around it, and at the foot is the top floor of the tower.
"……Well?!"
Hong Yaozu opened his eyes wide and looked around.
He just... returned to the Tiansha Clan and the tower of Tiandao Sect!?
Back in a flash...how is this done?!
Hong Yaozu's face was full of shock and he couldn't say a word.
At this time, Fang Yu landed on the top floor of the tower.
The illusion still exists.
He walked towards the coffee table in front of him and came to the transformed 'Fang Yu'.
This 'Fang Yu' stood up and stretched out a hand.
Fang Yu also stretched out a hand and shook his hand.
"bass!"
At this time, the illusion spread throughout the Tiandao Sect was instantly lifted.
"oh?"
A scene entered Fang Yu's mind through his spiritual consciousness.
This is exactly what happened when Qi Zong came to look for Fang Yu.
"When something happened to the Holy Pattern Clan, he reacted so quickly... This Qi Zong, no... the relationship between that organization and the Saint Pattern Clan should not be simple." Fang Yu sat down in front of the coffee table, squinted his eyes, and thought to himself,
"Furthermore, after something happened to the Holy Pattern Clan, he came to me immediately. I'm afraid he also thought that it might be me who appeared in the Saint Pattern Tribe..."
But judging from that scene, Qi Zong did not doubt Fang Yu who appeared at that time.
In other words, the illusion that Fang Yu specially came back to arrange still played its due role.
"Brother, where will this guy be sent?" Hong Yaozu recovered from the shock and asked.
Fang Yu glanced at the unconscious Sanhe Saint in Hong Yaozu's hand and said, "Let's build a dungeon for him. After it's built, I'll arrange a few magic circles."
"clear!"
Afterwards, Hong Yaozu turned around and left with the Sanhe Saint.
After walking a few steps, he turned around and looked to the other side.
Fengchen is still sitting in the corner.
At this moment, Feng Chen opened his eyes wide and stared at the Sanhe Saint in Hong Yaozu's hand, with only disbelief in his eyes.
He comes from the Fenghong bloodline of the Saint Pattern Clan, so he naturally recognizes the Sanhe Saint, one of the four great Saints!
But at this time, he couldn't be happy.
Because he saw the supreme Sanhe Holy Lord who he regarded as a god in the past...now his face was covered with blood and his whole body was covered with wounds!
At the same time, he was still in a coma, at the mercy of Hong Yaozu!
How is this going?!
what happened?!
"Brother, what should I do with this guy?" Hong Yaozu looked at Fang Yu and asked.
"By the way, I really forgot about him." Fang Yu also looked in Feng Chen's direction, thought for a while, and walked forward.
He knelt down in front of Feng Chen and said with a smile: "It seems you can recognize the Sanhe Saint."
Feng Chen looked at Fang Yu in front of him and was speechless.
"Well, let me tell you, my eldest brother and I went to the Holy Pattern Clan and destroyed the Holy Mountain. We also wiped out three of the four Holy Lords, leaving only him." Hong Yaozu said at the side.
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"...Impossible, this is impossible, absolutely impossible..." Feng Chen's eyes were bloodshot and he kept shaking his head.
"You don't have to be like this. Compared to the elites from all major bloodlines of the Saint Pattern Tribe who were killed, you are lucky to be alive." Hong Yaozu stepped forward and patted Feng Chen's shoulder gently to express his comfort.
"Ahhhh..."
Feng Chen rushed forward as if he was going crazy, opening his mouth as if he wanted to bite Hong Yaozu.
Hong Yaozu was frightened and immediately took several steps back. Then he felt embarrassed and kicked him forward.
"boom!"
This kick hit Feng Chen's chest, making a muffled sound.
Blood flowed from the corner of Fengchen's mouth.
"You still want to touch me? I'm not even afraid of your Holy Lord, so why should I be afraid of you?" Hong Yaozu forced himself to calm down, straightened his collar, and said.
"Your momentum is not bad now." Fang Yu looked at Hong Yaozu and said with a half-smile.
"Of course, brother, we are now... members of the Destroying God Gang, how can we be cowardly?" Hong Yaozu coughed dryly and replied.
"Okay, you take Sanhe Saint away, and as for him... make other plans." Fang Yu said.
"Yes!" Hong Yaozu glanced at Feng Chen again before leaving.
"If you destroy the Holy Pattern Clan, you will definitely be punished by the God Lord. You will definitely die miserably. You and your companions will have to pay a heavy price..." Feng Chen roared as his eyes were bleeding.
"Don't you believe it? Why do you believe it now?" Fang Yu said with a smile.
Feng Chen glared at Fang Yu with hateful eyes, his whole body trembling.
"Next time I go to the Saint Pattern Clan, I will take you there. Then you can see it with your own eyes." Fang Yu stood up and walked back to the coffee table.
He was sitting alone in an easy chair, thinking about some problems.
A lot of information about the Protoss was obtained from the Sanhe Saint, but the authenticity of some of the information still needs to be verified.
Now, there is no need to worry about matters related to the Protoss. After something happens to the Holy Pattern Tribe... the Protoss will definitely react.
Wait for the reaction of the gods to come, and then decide what to do next.
The problem now is... we have to figure out the relationship between the so-called human organization and the Holy Pattern Tribe.
"When Hong Yaozu has finished building the dungeon, go directly to ask the Sanhe Saint... If it is really relevant, maybe we can get more information about that organization." Fang Yu thought to himself.
"Brother, you are back!"
The ball suddenly appeared from behind and ran quickly towards Fang Yu.
"Just got back." Fang Yu replied.
"I've been waiting for you to come back these days. I have something to tell you." Xiao Qiu came to Fang Yu, raised his head and said.
"What's the matter?" Fang Yu rubbed Xiao Qiu's head and asked.
"The day you left, I had a dream. Brother, I rarely slept or dreamed before." Xiao Qiu frowned, with confusion and excitement on his face, and said, "In the dream,