Chapter 207 Threats and Counter-Threats!(!)

In the woods.

Yang Fang held the bloody cloak and observed it carefully. He still couldn't believe it.

Is this really a bloodthirsty cloak?

But it was too easy to get it.

But if not a bloodthirsty cape, what would it be?

Yang Fang directly put the scarlet-blood cloak behind him, tied it carefully, and felt it silently.

After a while.

Eyes flashed.

There are formations!

After putting it on, I could clearly feel that there seemed to be an invisible magic circle in the blood-colored cloak that was constantly moving.

He tried to inject Qi into the inside of the cloak, and suddenly a light and airy feeling came directly from his body.

Whoosh!

Yang Fang stepped on the sole of his foot, and his body disappeared instantly, as if teleporting, and suddenly appeared dozens of meters away.

His body stopped again, and he was surprised.

"So fast!"

He suddenly turned back and looked at the place where he had stood before.

This speed is simply abnormal.

Definitely comparable to the third level!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Yang Fang's body flashed back and forth, extremely fast, like lightning.

A long time passed before it stopped again.

“Incredible.”

Yang Fang's head was pounding.

This bloody cloak really has the power to defy the heavens!

and!

Yang Fang's eyes swept over the blood-colored cloak and black heavy armor, his eyes blazing, and he gradually revealed a rich smile.

The cloak and heavy armor seem to match perfectly!

The two seem to be one body!

"Hahaha"

He looked up to the sky and laughed in the forest, his voice vibrating and rolling.

It won't be long.

Yang Fang appeared in front of the three carriages again, driving the three carriages away into the distance.

As for Bai Jingyuan and Wu Kai, although they were seriously injured, their injuries were not fatal.

After they return, they can take care of themselves, and there is no need to show off in front of them.

Especially when there are seven or eight elite disciples of the Blue Dragon Society beside them.

Those disciples don't know their true background, so it's better to show less of their presence in front of them, lest they leak it in the future.

The wheels roll and echo in the dark night.

The human skin mask on Yang Fang's face has long been replaced by Xiao Fang's.

Follow the previous marks and rush towards Yeshen Mountain.

The next morning.

Ye Shenshan, white mist is hazy.

Covering all directions.

Yang Fang drove the carriage all the way, looking at the surrounding fog and thinking in his heart.

If these fogs are used properly, they may be deadly weapons.

Especially if magic circles are laid out in these mists, or poisons are mixed into them.

but!

He doesn't understand the magic circle.

"Oh, oh, oh, daddy, the child is unfilial!"

"Sister, it was me who harmed you!"

"Yunyingyuan, I'm going to fight you."

Waves of miserable wailing sounds came from the depths of the mist ahead.

Weeping and crying.

Extremely sad.

It seemed that a large number of disciples were holding their heads and crying.

Yang Fang frowned and had a bad feeling. He immediately drove the carriage and ran forward.

Three carriages rolled through.

Finally, we arrived at the ruins of the Yeshen Cult.

Just a few days later, a large number of wooden houses and fences have been built in the ruins, and large areas of ruins have been cleaned up. In an empty square, there are many surviving Shenwu Sect disciples with faces full of smiles.

Tears, whimpering.

Many people fell to their knees and grabbed the ground with their heads, making loud banging noises.

"Hush!"

Yang Fang stopped the carriage, stepped out of the carriage, and said, "What happened?"

"Xiao Fang, you are here."

Song Shumei's face was also full of tears, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she said:

"In Nanshan City, our relatives, friends, and many relatives were all arrested by Yunyingyuan and lined up to be beheaded. Thirty of them were killed a day. I said it with my own eyes. My mother, my aunt, my cousin,

There are also many of my friends who are all implicated by me, woo woo woo.”

Fang Yuanyuan on one side also squatted on the ground, covering her mouth with tears falling.

She has always been strong and refused to cry easily.

But since I rushed back from Nanshan City, I have been crying silently.

Yunyingyuan, Pojunyuan, Jingangyuan, their methods are too vicious!

"What?"

Yang Fang frowned.

He has rarely been to Nanshan City these days.

Such a big thing happened.

Yunyingyuan, Pojunyuan, and Kongangyuan have returned?

"Where is the master?"

Yang Fang let out a breath and asked.

"Dad was so angry that he vomited blood and was about to fight them desperately, but I stopped him."

Song Shumei cried.

Yang Fang fell into silence.

Then he stepped out and walked towards Song Jinlun's courtyard.

"Master."

"Ahem."

Song Jinlun's face was as golden as paper, he coughed loudly, his body shook, and he walked out of the room again. The originally bandaged wound had begun to ooze blood again. He looked at Yang Fang and said hoarsely:

"Their target is me. They must be trying to force me out. I can't stay longer. I have to go out. Xiao Fang, I don't care what you want to do in the end. For the sake of master and apprentice, please, after my death,

You can help me take care of them!"

His face showed deep exhaustion, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes.
To be continued...