Master of Great Calamity

You... still refuse?

Fang Yuan's answer was beyond everyone's expectation, and the surroundings became silent for a while.

Everyone stared at him blankly, not knowing what he meant by his words, let alone what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd.

It's just obvious that all the Xianmen disciples breathed a sigh of relief at this time, as long as Fang Yuan didn't have that idea, then they don't have to worry too much, and it also proved that they didn't believe in the wrong person just now.

However, after he breathed a sigh of relief, doubts followed...

How did Fang Yuan plan to take them away?

At this moment, Senior Brother Yuan, who was blocked outside the valley, froze for a moment and showed a little joy, as if he had escaped with his life. Of course, this emotion soon made him feel endless shame.

God, I'm actually glad that this poor family gave up competing with me for this opportunity...

I... how afraid am I of him?

This kind of hatred filled his heart!

He hated Fang Yuan, he didn't even want the inheritance he was most proud of...

He hated that clay puppet, for wanting to casually transfer half of the inheritance he had inherited to Fang Yuan...

He hates those Xianmen disciples, don't you have enmity with Fang Yuan?

Why do they all act like they believe in him now?

He even hated himself, hated himself for why he became more and more afraid of Fang Yuan, instead of despising him more and more?

All kinds of hatred made him firmer in his belief!

That is to kill Fang Yuan!

Only by killing him can the cracks in my Dao heart be washed away, and I can be the once aloof self again...

...Of course it doesn't matter if you can't go back, kill Fang Yuan first!

This made him roar again, and fiercely beat the immortal disciples on the edge of Baihua Valley!

Now that he is getting closer to the valley, the closer he is to the clay puppet that continues the energy, his mana is getting stronger and stronger, and it can even be clearly seen that the formation formed by hundreds of disciples of the immortal sect has a few cracks under his vigorous bombardment, and the faces of the disciples of the immortal sect are getting weirder and paler at this time, and they are already close to the limit.

Ignorant child...

After hearing Fang Yuan's answer, the clay puppet was also silent for a while, and then sneered. There was no anger or even disappointment in that voice, only a touch of sarcasm and contempt: I'm interested in you because you have a low luck, but a good heart. Maybe you will be worth a lot in the future, but that doesn't mean that someone can reject my kindness twice in a row...

When you said that sentence just now, you will no longer have a chance with this deity, and the only way to die is!

When his voice sounded, it seemed that some kind of energy was subsiding.

That feeling was like a certain existence woke up, said a few words with Fang Yuan, and then fell asleep again.

And as he fell asleep, his will that enveloped the entire valley was also restraining.

Previously, it was because of his will that enveloped the entire valley that the monsters did not dare to approach, but now that his will has been suppressed, the monsters have gathered again, and the pressure on the disciples of the immortal sect has increased several times in an instant...

They were a bit reluctant to support them, but now they are even more endangered...

And there was a sneering smile on Xiao Yuan's face suddenly!

The other immortal disciples were even more panicked. They still didn't know what Fang Yuan was thinking, but they knew that if they didn't take any measures, they might all die in this valley...

And amidst all these complicated emotions, Fang Yuan just walked forward slowly.

He didn't stop walking, and now he has walked in front of the clay puppet, and then said calmly: Who said there is only one way to die?

The clay puppet seemed to look at him mockingly: I have only one inheritance, and there is only one person who can leave...

Fang Yuan took a deep breath: But what if I don't intend to leave?

His words made everyone around him startled and looked at him in puzzlement.

They were even thinking, is this Fang Yuan really crazy?

Otherwise, why is it that when people talk about it now, they always give people a kind of unpredictable, seemingly calm, but seemingly crazy words?

However, what Fang Yuan made was obviously crazier.

He suddenly exhaled the breath between his chest and abdomen, and then his energy rose up wildly.

That is the magic power cultivated by Xuanhuang Yiqi Jue!

In the eyes of all the disciples of the Immortal Sect, that magic power is simply terrifying!

It was obvious that Fang Yuan had only practiced for about three years, and his mana had actually reached the peak of the eighth level of Qi training, and even touched the edge of the ninth level of Qi training. The strength of this mana was simply terrifying, and what was even more frightening was that the mana gave off an incomparably mixed feeling. There were not only the orthodox Taoism hidden in the immortal way, but also the unspeakable bloody meaning, and some invisible darkness...

At this time, they looked at Fang Yuan, as if they were looking at a bottomless abyss...

Can't see through, can't figure it out!

If the general popularity is revealed, people can see his cultivation level at a glance!

But Fang Yuan is not, he is revealed now, but it makes people feel more deep, unfathomable!

What is even more puzzling is, what is Fang Yuan doing now with his cultivation?

One must know that no matter how powerful his mana is, it is nothing compared to the aura on that clay puppet!

The clay puppet is already dead, with only a little residual will.

But just this residual will is enough to crush Fang Yuan's cultivation countless times!

In fact, it is very simple to solve the current problem...

Fang Yuan showed his cultivation, sighed softly, looked at the clay puppet seriously, and said: We don't have to leave, we just need to let you go, you are the stator of this magic breath lake, because of your existence, the dark magic breath in this magic breath lake will stay here honestly, this piece of magic breath lake will exist, that is to say, you are a part of the magic breath lake!

The immortal disciples around couldn't quite understand these words, but Luo Feiling's eyes lit up.

The existence of this clay puppet is originally one of the top secrets of the magic breath lakes or magic valleys in various places. Ordinary disciples of the immortal sect don't know about it, but she knows about it. Everything Fang Yuan knows is what she told him before.

Because of this, after hearing what Fang Yuan said, she vaguely guessed something.

But then he frowned tightly again, because he didn't know what to do...

Even so...

The mud puppet's will fluctuated slightly, and he didn't care: What can you do with your ant-like power?

The clay puppet is telling the truth!

In front of it, Fang Yuan is indeed similar to ants, even if all the disciples of the fairy sect are added up, their strength is probably nothing to the clay puppets, it says that these people are ants, it doesn't even mean to insult, it's just the truth!

But Fang Yuan listened, but instead laughed a little crazy: Really?

Then in the next breath, he suddenly gathered all his strength and punched towards the clay puppet!

boom!

His blow contained all his mana, and the momentum was extremely dangerous!

All the disciples of the Immortal Sect, including Zhenchuan here, probably don't dare to take such a terrible blow directly!

But this blow, in front of the clay puppet, is like a breeze!

It seems to stand here simply, but it is closely connected with the entire magic breath lake, and its aura is infinite. Fang Yuan's attack is simply aimed at the entire magic breath lake. It is no longer a question of whether the magic puppet can be shaken, but absurd...

Not to mention that the clay puppet didn't take this blow seriously, all the immortal disciples were also extremely puzzled.

And that little senior brother Yuan couldn't help but burst out laughing, then rushed in and killed Fang Yuan under his command!

However, at the next breath, they were shocked at the same time.

Because Fang Yuan's blow was not only weak, but also hit the wrong direction...

He didn't hit the clay puppet at all, but under the clay puppet!

Around the clay puppet, there were countless dead bones kneeling. Fang Yuan had seen it in a dream. These dead bones were all enemies of the clay puppet in life. After they died, they were all suppressed here by the clay puppet. Kneeling him for eternity and repenting to him forever and ever. Now, these withered bones have accumulated grievances for thousands of years. They are only suppressed by the clay puppet, but they will never be at ease...

At this moment, Fang Yuan hit those dead bones!

Compared to those withered bones, his blow is still very weak...

But his purpose is not to crush these dry bones...

I can't do anything...

When he was about to blow out the Xuanhuang Qi, his voice sounded deep: But they can!

boom!

Dozens of hundreds of withered bones, scattered and scattered, knelt around the clay puppets. On each of the withered bones, tyrannical resentment condensed and criss-crossed. This made all the resentment form an existence like a suppressed sea of ​​anger. It was like a volcano that was on the verge of erupting, but was forcibly suppressed by the clay puppets, maintaining the most basic balance and stability...

But following Fang Yuan's mysterious and yellow aura, the situation changed drastically...

All the resentment that had been suppressed for thousands of years suddenly found a vent!

What are you doing?

The roar of the clay puppet suddenly resounded, shaking in all directions.

At this moment, it seemed that even the Devil's Breath Lake was in turmoil.

But at this moment, Fang Yuan's voice was even more domineering and decisive: Of course I'm accepting the inheritance...

...But I don't like your inheritance, theirs is okay!

Fang Yuan's voice became louder and louder, and at the end, there was a faint aura that could shake the clay puppet: I will use the mysterious and yellow energy to help you fuse your strength in one place. If there is still some will in your dead bones, then give me all your strength. I will use your inheritance to pull out the stator of this magic breath lake, and help you find freedom!

boom! boom! boom!

When Fang Yuan's dark yellow aura enveloped those withered bones, a sudden change occurred.

On one of the withered bones, the astonishingly overbearing resentment suddenly rose up and merged into his mysterious yellow aura, and then made Fang Yuan's already somewhat heterogeneous mysterious and yellow aura become more heterogeneous and stronger at this moment. That kind of power has simply exceeded the limit that Fang Yuan's level of cultivation can have, almost reaching the sky!

Immediately afterwards, there were other dry bones!

All the withered bones exuded amazing auras!

They already had strong grievances, and there was some remnants of will in their bodies, but this was left on purpose by the clay puppets, because only in this way, could they feel the humiliation of kneeling in front of them for life after life!

For thousands of years, they have not wanted to get rid of the suppression of the clay puppets for a moment, leave here, and seek freedom.

But they are dead things after all, and their individual strength is not as strong as that of a clay puppet. When they are scattered, it is impossible to break free from the clay puppet. In this way, they can only kneel together. The only change is that their resentment is getting deeper and deeper, and they cry all day without knowing why...

But now, Fang Yuan gave them a chance!

He used his dark and yellow aura to gather these scattered grievances together!

Xuanhuang Qi has the characteristics of all-encompassing.

If it were someone else's magic power, it would only make these grievances burst out, sporadic and distinct, but Fang Yuan's Xuanhuang could memorize all these grievances together, turning them into a tyrannical and boundless force...

Then, through this gathered power, the suppression of the clay puppets will be truly broken.

You...are looking for death...

At this moment, the clay puppet really showed anger.

Then, following the roar of that silent power, a demonic cloud billowed between the sky and the earth for a moment, visible to the naked eye, a tyrannical air machine flew out of him, blessed Xiao Yuan's body outside the valley, and then Xiao Yuan's strength instantly multiplied countless times, but it didn't care whether Xiao Yuan could bear it, he wanted to use this body to suppress Fang Yuan!

Before, he always looked down on Fang Yuan, thinking that he was just an ant, but now it has obviously changed.

This ant has truly threatened him!

swish

At this moment, Senior Brother Xiao Yuan had cracks like porcelain all over his body, and blood spurted out, but his aura surged infinitely. With his hands moving forward, he actually tore apart the formation of the immortal disciples and shook them to pieces. Then, with a trail of blood behind him, he rushed straight into the valley, like a magic cloud, towards Fang Yuan!

Fang Yuan...Fang Yuan...you will die in my hands in the end...

Senior Brother Xiao Yuan was blessed by the clay puppet's will at this time, but his sanity was still his. At this moment, he felt infinite power, and he was a little excited. He rushed over while roaring, waving his palms, arousing endless blood...

I inherited the power of the Immortal King, you are destined to be inferior to me...

While roaring, his figure filled the void, high above, and struck down with his palm.

It turns out... the true all-encompassing meaning of Xuanhuang Yiqi Jue is like this...

It turns out that this road is not to go back, but to go forward, to the extreme...

I don't know what the original intention of the person who created this profound art...

But I know that if you walk like this, even the patriarch who created this profound art will not be able to compare with me...

At this time, Fang Yuan had also turned his head and muttered to himself.

His appearance was not much better than Senior Brother Xiao Yuan's. He was also covered in blood and his hair was flying in a mess, but his face was calm, and he even had a hint of surprise as if he had realized something. At this moment, he also turned around, and there was only a gloomy wind blowing behind him. It seemed that there were hundreds of ghosts of different shapes, baring their teeth and claws in the air, cheering for him...

Then he looked coldly at Senior Brother Xiao Yuan who rushed over, and stepped out suddenly.

Didn't you always want to experience the power of Xuanhuang Yiqi?

At this moment, Fang Yuan was drinking coldly, and rushed into the air without any fear: I will fulfill you!

This year is almost over, everything is perfect, but unfortunately Erni got married and Ah Hua gave birth to a second child, neither of which is mine. I will return to Qingdao to continue my single dog life. In addition, the plot of the Moxi Lake Trial will also end. I was too ambitious before, and I caught up with an illness and Chinese New Year, which made some readers a little tired. Finally, I still want to say to everyone, happy new year, long live the single dog! ! !