Entering the luxurious hall, Fang Yan did not want to alert the snake, so he hid cautiously behind a pillar and used his battle blood to sense the situation in the hall.
"Haha, I really got hit by me. A cultivator in the middle stage of the chemical martial arts has more than a dozen cultivators from the realm of mortality guarding him. It seems that this person's status in the Wanjian Sect is really not low."
Fang Yan sensed the number of people and situations, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
Turning into a blue-red afterimage, Fang Yan jumped to the spot like lightning, and his speed was extremely fast, like a ray of light and shadow, and he could not see clearly at all with his naked eyes.
Fang Yan was in a state of disdain, and several monks guarding the hall were passing by. When they passed by, Fang Yan raised his palm slightly. He didn't see him doing too much, so all the monks lay underground.
Seeing that their throats were shattering, their throats were squirming, their lips slightly opened, and their faces looked horrified, but they could not make a sound. In less than a few breaths, their vitality disappeared.
Without even looking at them, Fang Yan rushed past and rushed to a side hall. He silently dealt with several guards again. After confirming that there was no one else in the hall, Fang Yan stopped.
Looking at the closed door in front of him, Fang Yan raised his eyebrows and sneered silently in his heart: "Only this one is left." He then pushed the door and entered.
The door opened, and a luxuriously decorated bedroom appeared in front of me. A middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the bed. His eyes, which had been closed, opened instantly when the door was pushed open.
Fang Yan's mouth curled slightly, and he jumped forward quickly, with all kinds of afterimages appearing, and he directly pinched his throat unpredictably, causing the middle-aged man who was about to open his mouth and scream to stop his voice.
The middle-aged man never thought that a stranger would appear in the secret place of Wanjian Sect. Who is so bold that he dared to break into this place?
He has always been pampering, so his vigilance is too low, and even the disciples guarding outside are unable to notice it as soon as possible.
"Say, where is your sect leader, and where are the other masters in the chemical martial arts realm?" Fang Yan asked with his five fingers tightly. As long as the other party dares to resist at all, Fang Yan will mercilessly take him.
Chop the neck.
"Uh, uh..." The middle-aged monk felt his neck as if he had been pinched by ten thousand pounds of iron pliers. He could not help but lose his strength because of Fang Yan's great force, his face gradually turned pale
As he got up, several intermittent squirming sounds sounded from his mouth, but he couldn't say a character that could make people understand.
Don't look at this simple pinch, Fang Yan even used the power of fighting blood, suppressing his whole body and preventing him from moving at will. If another cultivator in the chemical martial arts realm came to pinch him, the ending would be
It's sad...
Looking at the cultivator who was about to suffocate, Fang Yan slightly retracted some of his strength and shouted in a low voice: "You'd better be smarter and speak honestly. If you dare to scream, I'll strangle you to death immediately."
After the words came to an end, Fang Yan slowly let go of his palm, his eyes flashed sharply, paying attention to every move he was moving, watching him without blinking.
"Hu, Hu." The middle-aged monk took a few heavy breaths, and his heart was extremely shocked. How could he be? He was actually pinched and his throat was stopped with one move and could not resist? You must know that monks are no more than mortals.
Cultivators in the martial arts realm use spiritual power, so how powerful it contains? They can't even break his five fingers. What kind of realm is the other party?
If it were other cultivators in the chemical martial arts realm, they would definitely not be able to do this. However, Fang Yan's body was flowing with blood of war, which was extremely domineering, and his body was several times stronger than ordinary people. It was definitely not comparable to ordinary people.
It is of course a breeze to pinch him.
After slowly recovering, the middle-aged man had the opportunity to carefully look at the terrifying person who was standing in front of him, and saw that he was wearing a hat and covered with a black veil, covering his entire face.
, unable to see his appearance clearly, but he could feel the domineering aura emitted from him.
"Who are you? My Wanjian Sect has a grudge against you? Why did you break into my sect?" The middle-aged man did not answer Fang Yan's words, but asked in surprise.
Just as he was talking, what Fang Yan didn't see was that his fingers slimly clenched in his sleeve.
"Are you looking for death?" Seeing him answering the question that he was irrelevant, Fang Yan slapped him with no words, and his strength was very strong, and he did not slap him to death with one palm.
"Puchi." The middle-aged man blew blood from his mouth and nose, and his whole body slammed on the bed with a "bang". One side of his face instantly swollen, and five clear fingerprints appeared.
Fang Yan reached out and grabbed his clothes, pulled it over savagely, and said fiercely: "I'll give you another chance, I'll say no..."
Before Fang Yan could finish his words, the mutated suddenly broke out. The middle-aged man with blood on his face suddenly opened his eyes, and a thick yin flashed through it. Then a white light shone in his dantian, emitting
A powerful spiritual power fluctuation.
"Want to summon Zhan Bao?" Fang Yan, who was always alert, did not show any surprise on his face. His eyes trembled, his murderous intent showed. He grabbed his clothes with his left hand and did not let go. He clenched his fist and smashed him hard with his right hand.
in the dantian.
There was a dull sound of "bang". Before the other party could summon the war treasure, Fang Yan broke up the white light, interrupting his summoning, and receiving this fierce blow, the middle-aged man was immediately hit by the
The injury was severe, and the blood sprayed several times desperately, instantly invading the entire bed into blood-red.
"I'm asking you for the last time, which mountain is the master of Wanjian Sect and which hall is there?" Fang Yan leaned forward and approached the miserable face of the middle-aged monk. Xiao Sha's voice came from under the black veil.
As long as he dares to resist at all, Fang Yan will immediately kill him even if he cannot get the position of the leader of the Wanjian Sect.
"Haha...cough...cough" After the middle-aged monk was frightened, he suddenly opened his blood and laughed madly. He was causing internal injuries to cough, but despite the cough, he still couldn't stop his laughter.
Down.
"What are you laughing at?" Seeing his inexplicable crazy laugh, Fang Yan felt something was wrong, frowned slightly, and shouted in a deep voice.
"Haha... I laughed and you were about to die. I had already sent a message to the sect leader just now. He will arrive soon. Even if you kill me, you will not be able to leave. Haha, I dare to go to my Wanjian Sect to play wild
, Even if you are strong, you will die here." The middle-aged man said with laughter.
"Bastard." Fang Yan was shocked and scolded him fiercely, no longer delayed. He directly pinched his throat with his right hand. He squeezed his bones and slammed the sound of the middle-aged man's laughter came to an abrupt end.
He died of his eyes wide open.
Fang Yan did not stop, and quickly jumped out, thinking in his heart angrily: "Damn it, it's really a mistake. I didn't expect that the people of Wanjian Sect are so backbone that they would not even tell the position of the Wanjian Sect Master.
Wherever I was, I secretly sent a message. It would be better if I had known that I would have killed him directly."
While he was blaming himself in his heart, Fang Yan did not pause. At this time, he had already jumped out of the hall and looked at the dense buildings around him. Fang Yan flew directly into the void and saw the situation on the ground clearly.
Since he had been discovered, Fang Yan decided not to sneak around anymore, so he let go of his hands and forced himself to fight. Before the Wanjian Sect Master came, he would kill him first.
"Shaking the Sky Hand." Fang Yan shouted loudly, and swung his palm down at the building complex below. The sky instantly became darker, and a huge blue and red palm appeared, heading straight towards the building below.
"Boom." There was a loud bang, as if the ground was shaken. All the houses covered by huge palms were photographed into ruins, dust and rubble splashed everywhere.
The screams were rising and falling, and the houses next to them that were not directly hit by the Shaking Sky Hand, but were affected by the huge energy, were also collapsing. Screams came from inside, and the monks kept shouting and shouting and running.
Come out.
Fang Yan looked at his masterpiece. He didn't know how many disciples of Wanjian Sect had killed after he was pierced. He only knew that there were at least ten houses in rows of houses that had been photographed in ruins, but there was no one on his face.
A hint of pity was revealed.
After so long experience, Fang Yan deeply understood a truth: giving his own enemies a way to die. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, kindness is destined to pay a price.
"Shake the Sky Hand!"
The huge palm appeared again and slapped directly at the densest place of the crowd.
"Boom..." The stone ground collapsed, and for a moment, people were surging and screaming in terrifying voices. All the monks covered by huge palms instantly turned into blood mist and minced flesh. Some of the monks who were not covered were also directly shocked to death.
Some of the luckiest people were also shocked and sprayed blood with their mouthfuls of blood, their faces pale.
In front of these monks who are not yet in the realm of chemical martial arts, the Shaking Heaven Hand is simply invincible. They have no power to resist at all, and they can only be tortured...
Fang Yan's face remained unchanged, his lips and teeth moved slightly, chewing the herbs that were always in his mouth, slowly absorbing the medicinal power to replenish it.
Only Fang Yan dares to do such a thing. If it were someone else, no matter how high your cultivation level is, you would not dare to take drugs directly in battle to replenish the lost spiritual power.
You should know that no matter how pure the medicinal power contained in the herbs is, it cannot be directly transformed into its own use. Usually, cultivators have to slowly refine their own spiritual power in their bodies. If they are asked to go with Fang Yan,
If you take drugs in the battle, you will definitely seek death if you don’t need your opponent to kill them. They will be confused with their spiritual power and explode and die.
But fighting blood is different. Herbs are tonics for fighting blood. Battle blood can be directly swallowed and turned into one's own use, turning into part of the power of fighting blood, and there is no need to worry about refining and converting it.
"A bastard with his head and tail exposed! He dared to come to my Wanjian Sect to commit crimes! No matter who you are, I will let you die without a complete body, bury your corpse under this house, and be trampled by my disciples forever. Commemorate me.
The dead disciple of the sect!”
Just when Fang Yan wanted to use his hand to shake the sky again, an infinite roar of anger came with an extremely powerful aura. This aura alone made Fang Yan's heart tremble.