Death
Old man Tian was so angry that he was killed, so he was reluctant to listen to Fang Dou.
"Fang Jianxian, wait for a moment and let me destroy these beasts."
When Shennong Whip was bought, Old Man Tian was about to throw it out, but suddenly his feet staggered and he almost couldn't stand steadily.
The next moment, he suddenly realized that he had no strength to speak.
The assassin master and apprentice appeared, looking at him with pity, and did not act.
The other two real people in the school also looked at Old Man Tian.
At this moment, the tense atmosphere disappeared.
"What are you all looking at?"
Old man Tian raised the Shennong whip, but threw it into the air and almost fell to the ground.
He looked around and it was over. It was already the end of the day. There were ashes of ashes everywhere, and wisps of white smoke hovered in the air.
The military farm is gone, and all the grains are burned.
He is the only one left in such a huge farmhouse.
"Old man Tian, ​​the farmer's family is gone today!"
"Although our camp is hostile, we sincerely respect you!"
"It's a pity that you believed in the wrong person."
Several people said one after another.
Old Man Tian was dizzy and was about to fall back, but Fang Dou arrived in time to help him.
"Fang Jianxian, if they say it, I'm going to die!"
Fang Dou shook his head, "Senior Tian, ​​you will live a long life until they are all destroyed, and everyone will remember their names afterwards."
"I'm afraid I won't live that long!"
Old Man Tian gasped for a few hard times, "I have also heard of Baizi returning, and I wonder who the son of the farmer is, but now the farmer is about to die!"
"Senior Tian, ​​you have too narrow-minded eyes!"
"A farmer in this world, as long as there is a farmer who inherits your will, the farmer will not be considered dead!"
"Ahem, not bad!"
Old man Tian gasped for a hard time, "Please ask you something. After I die, I will burn it to ashes and scatter it under my feet. At least I can fatten the field!"
Fang Dou hesitated and then slowly said, "I'm afraid, I won't be able to make too much field!"
"Ahem, are you going to piss me to death?"
Old man Tian smiled and said, "If farmers can inherit the Taoist tradition in the future, they should see clearly that emperors, generals and ministers are not trustworthy. If they want to realize their ambitions to satisfy the world, they must rely on countless people!"
Fang Dou revered in awe, "Your old thing is at least thousands of years ahead of you!"
"Your words are so impressive!"
Old Man Tian nodded and slowly closed his eyes.
Fang Dou picked a spark into the rice fields beside him, and gently tapped it on the old man in the field.
After a moment, Old Man Tian was burned to ashes and blew away with the wind.
However, there was still something left in the ashes, just like the bunch of rice he had picked just now.
"Is it an obsession?"
Fang Dou was busy, and the Assassin Master and the two real people in the school did not take the opportunity to take action because there was no need.
Once Old Man Tian died, only Fang Dou was left to fight alone. The top of him was bound by Tianxin and two fire dragons were chased by him. There was no possibility of survival.
"Fang Dou, if you are done, we might as well continue!"
"Old man Tian just left. If you chase after him now, you should be able to catch up with your fellow travelers!"
The third assassin said in a deep voice.
Fang Dou glanced over the four people and nodded, "No more or less, it happened to be four people, no one can escape today!"
"If you say the opposite, you will never have the possibility of survival today!"
The assassin master looked at his companion, "My disciple and I control the Cibao Tianxin, you two drive the Fire Dragon Urn, and take this person into it and burn it to death!"
After the last mistake, they found out that Fang Douren's sword was integrated, and the flesh and blood body was as good as the immortal sword, and the idle technique was difficult to destroy.
Therefore, the military sects refined these two magic weapons specifically for dealing with Fang Dou.
Cibao Tianxin is used to trap, and Fire Dragon Urn is used to kill!
"Yes, Ye Bingjia said that he practiced sword art, and his bones and blood in his body were unusual. After refining, he could produce treasures and materials used to create magic weapons!"
"Do it!"
Fang Dou looked at the four of them coldly, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"I really think I only have the identity of Sword Immortal?"
The assassin master and disciple joined forces to drive the magnetic treasure to the maximum. In an instant, the omnipresent magnetic field force turned into thousands of threads, wrapping the square bucket tightly.
Immediately afterwards, under the drag of Cibao Tianxin, Fang Dou's body threw himself towards the Fire Dragon Urn.
Two real people from the school held the urn in one hand and slapped the outer wall with the other, singing and saying, "Please get into the urn!"
Fang Dou's body was close to the mouth of the jar, and seemed to be kneaded by big hands. It began to shrink, and finally entered it without any obstacles.
A plop!
The two fire dragons were headed and turned into fire pillars and drilled into the jar. After a moment, two fire dragon-shaped sculptures appeared again on the outer wall.
"It's done!"
The two real people of the school clapped and applauded. The most difficult sword immortal Fang Dou, Fang, had also fallen into the fire dragon jar.
The assassin master and apprentice sighed that Fang Dou, who had killed them in a mess, was now easily dealt with.
"If I had met a metallurgist, could Fang Dou survive until now?"
The assassin master shook his head and sighed, "What a pity that my eldest disciple."
He was afraid of any mistakes, so he asked the two real people of the school, "How long will it take to refine Fang Dou?"
"The fastest moment, the slowest time!"
The Assassin Master nodded after hearing this, "Okay!"
The four of them looked below and saw that the entire military farm had turned into ashes, and there was no more living person.
The operation is now a great success.
"Next, go and meet with Boss Yin!"
"No, Boss Yin said, go outside the capital first, assist the three folks in the field collection family, and destroy the two great scholars of the famous sect!"
...
In the fire dragon jar, Fang Dou opened his eyes and then closed it.
There were fire everywhere, piercing his eyes hurt. He had already read Journey to the West and still didn't understand the feeling of Sun Wukong entering the alchemy furnace. He was now feeling it.
The so-called fire dragon urn, the two fire dragons are just external manifestations, and the inside of the magic weapon is the essence.
Fang Dou dared to come in because he relied on the air fire on his body to resist the fire.
But after coming in, I found that there was not only fire in the air, but also fire in stone, fire in wood, samadhi fire, and fire in humans. These are the five fires of Taoism.
There are also ignorant karma fire, glazed fire, red lotus fire and other magic fire of the door.
Even the Netherworld Ghost Fire I saw in the Underworld.
The entire fire dragon urn is simply a collection room for thousands of fires between heaven and earth, and there are all kinds of them.
Fang Dou resisted it with air fire, which could not burn him, but other flames came in turn.
The Taoist robe resisted him many times, accumulated too much firepower, and began to slowly heat up.
Fang Dou sighed, took off his Taoist robe and threw it aside, unable to bear to see it burning.
However, the body is exposed and it is even more unstoppable.
As mentioned earlier, Fang Dou's physical strength has the golden body condensed by the Golden Rooster's inner alchemy, and some people have the improvement brought by the Immortal Sword.
It is no exaggeration to say that Fang Dou's body is both indestructible and sharp as an immortal sword.
But at present, the magic weapon of Fire Dragon Urn is tailor-made for him.
The flames were surging around, burning all the time, trying to refine him.
Chapter completed!