"How do you know that the old dragon has never survived the thunder tribulation?"
Fang Chen smiled faintly.
Wang Chongsong smiled, "If he really succeeded in overcoming the tribulation, how could Lu Qingshu run away?"
"That's true."
Fang Chen whispered to himself softly.
"I really didn't expect that you would put such an important person in Daxia. You know that today is in the sea of immortals and demons, and the Spirit God Sect is going to attack you, you really ignore your own safety?"
The Jade Fairy frowned slightly.
"People are like this, they are prone to being arrogant and arrogant. Maybe he thinks there will be no danger today."
Yan Haoran chuckled and led everyone out of the void.
As soon as he appeared, Ouyang Xuanzhen also led many Dayan monks to appear slowly in the distance.
The Dayan monks beside Xu Qingsong looked at each other and secretly gasped in their hearts. It turned out that it was not a coincidence that they came here today...
"That day, a thief appeared in Wandao Building and stole the realm gourd and the cold daffodil flame. Is it you?"
Yan Haoran looked at Fang Chen with a smile on his face.
Before Fang Chen could speak, he said to himself: "The world gourd contains the dragon girl and others, and she has a good relationship with the old dragon dragon in Longyuan. No wonder he will take action for you this time. I guess, he
Is it because the thunder disaster is coming, and I can't live long, and I've given up on myself?"
"You guessed it wrong. He didn't take action for me, but your Spirit God Cult hit the old dragon and tried to plan Chen Qianlong. The old dragon just gave you the Spirit God Cult a lesson."
Fang Chen smiled.
Yan Haoran smiled slightly: "Is that so? Then I have learned this lesson from the Spirit God Sect. I will naturally return it ten times later."
Nangong Yuanzhen looked at Fang Chen with a long look, "My brother Nangong Yuancheng, is he dead in your hands?"
"yes."
Fang Chen nodded.
Everyone thought Fang Chen would make a few words of excuses, but they didn't expect that he would admit it so decisively.
Nangong Yuanzhen was silent for a while and glanced at Yan Haoran: "Don't let this son die too easily."
“This is nature.”
Yan Haoran nodded slightly.
Xu Qingsong felt chill in his heart, and the dialogue between the two sides revealed a lot of key information.
It was hard for him to imagine what Fang Chen did in Prisoner Land some time ago.
Will he make direct enemies with these sect ancestors and even kill one of the sect ancestors?
"You brought a few sect ancestors by your side this time? Why don't you let them show up."
Yan Haoran smiled faintly.
"I didn't bring any of them."
Fang Chen Dao.
"Do you think I should believe your words?"
Yan Haoran only found it funny.
At this time, Wang Chongsong suddenly took back the Xuantian Mirror and looked at it a few times, frowned and said:
"He may not have brought anyone here. Several unidentified immortals appeared in the world and killed many people in the Heavenly Demon, Feixing, and Holy Puppets."
Wang Chongsong looked at Fang Chen with a strange look on his face: "You have never believed it. I don't want to let this place fall into civil strife, so I transferred people away in advance just to stop us from planning?"
But you should know that this can only stop it for a while. There are still many people who have not taken action. Just say Li Wuwang. If he takes action, the old dragon dragon in Longyuan will have blood splattered on the spot."
"Li Wuwang? How dare he take action easily? Have you forgotten that there are two anomalies here that have never appeared?
If he fights with the old dragon, he must be on guard behind him at all times."
Fang Chen smiled.
He paused, "Not to mention that Li Wuwang really wants to show up, I plan to clean up the portal."
"Arrogant!"
A loud shout sounded from the void, and a second-turn sword cultivator who had been hiding here for a long time finally couldn't listen to Fang Chen's arrogant words.
In the words of the other party, he was full of contempt and disdain for Li Wuwang, a senior Jiandao who changed the status of Jian Cultivator in Prison Wind by his own strength.
As a sword cultivator, he received a lot of favors from Li Wuwang, so he didn't want to listen to this person's words anymore.
The terrifying sword intent changed the color of the world, and the coldness of the world enveloped tens of thousands of miles.
The sea surface was pressed by this sword intent out of thin air, and during this period, countless fish and shrimp exploded and died.
"Stop, this person is useful!"
Wang Chongsong and Yan Haoran shouted loudly.
But this second-turn sword cultivator still ignored it and saw a sword light coming from the void.
The next moment, Wang Chongsong, Jade Fairy, Yan Haoran and others immediately retreated a hundred miles with the rest!
Among them, no one can stop this sword move.
Looking at the treacherous waves of air, Wang Chongsong and Yan Haoran looked ashen.
With Fang Chen's strength, it is impossible to survive this move, let alone be firmly held by the Ding Shen Needle.
But the other party is a cultivator in the divine stage after all. I don’t know how many divine people are hidden in the dark. When his original deity dies, he can be reborn from the divine body.
"Sword cultivators are all reckless men."
Yan Haoran gritted his teeth.
When things happened today, he would definitely report to Song Zhili in detail and ask him to go and ask Li Wuwang to question him.
At this moment, a faint layer of clouds suddenly appeared out of thin air, but ordinary people could not see the layer of clouds.
It comes from the underworld.
Along with the clouds and mist appearing, a figure walked out of it.
Everyone was slightly stunned. Someone subconsciously rubbed his eyes. Even the rolling sword intent in the sky was also stagnant because of the appearance of this figure.
This person is in a gangster, wearing blue armor, and each of his feet is stepping on a candle dragon, and he is surrounded by candle dragons.
A total of nine masters!
What shocked everyone was that this person's face was exactly the same as Fang Chen!
He reached out to the point where Fang Chen was, and a flying sword swept out from Fang Chen's body, turning into a stream of light and landing in his hands.
Then, he swung his sword and slashed at the rolling sword intent.
The first sword of the Supreme Sword Sutra of the Eight Desert Immortals.
The sword intent like a wave was forced to rewind madly.
The second-turn sword cultivator looked shocked, and then waved his sword again regardless of the situation.
Fang Chen's eyes were faint and he slashed out the second sword again.
In this sword, the sword intent in the sky was instantly eliminated.
Then there is the third sword.
Everyone vaguely heard a muffled groan from the void.
Then there is the fourth sword.
puff--
Blood like waves sprinkled out of thin air, just like a flood in the sky. The blood kept scattering in the sea, dyeing the dark black sea water into a dark red!
Immediately afterwards, some broken meat fell down piece by piece, and someone with sharp eyes saw one of the broken arms holding a flying sword tightly.
And the flying sword seemed to have dissipated like a sandy sword because of the death of the owner.
"Only catch my fourth sword."
Fang Chen whispered softly, stretched out his hand again, and the stabilization needle on his body flew into his hands one after another, and gently pinched it and turned into ashes.
"Are you Fang Chen?"
Wang Chongsong's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.
Everyone felt their scalp numb, and that second-turn sword cultivator was slaughtered so easily?
"I am Fang Chen."
Fang Chen nodded with a smile.
"No wonder... you don't have to arrange people around you."
Wang Chongsong smiled bitterly.
Even the second-turn sword cultivator can kill...what else should I arrange someone to protect myself?
He made great calculations, but fundamentally ignored Fang Chen's own methods.