The Tiannan Sect monks looked at each other, wondering why a monk like Zhou Yiseng could recognize a mortal warrior.
"You recognize me."
Fang Chen walked to Zhou Yiseng and stopped.
"Five years ago, thanks to you, our Blood Spirit Cult was able to refine six Blood Spirit Pills in one fell swoop."
Zhou Yiseng looked sarcastic: "It's a pity that even if you die, you won't understand what all this is about. The gap between you and me is too big.
In the eyes of mortals, you are the number one military god of Great Xia, but in my eyes, you are just a chess piece in my hand, and you have never even seen me."
"You really can't take action."
Fang Chen smiled.
"What do you mean?"
Zhou Yiseng narrowed his eyes slightly.
"If you could take action, you would have taken action against me a long time ago, instead of accompanying me to talk nonsense here. They were right.
You are condensing the ninth immortal vein, and if you take action at this time, it will cause the immortal veins to fail to condense, and thus... lose the opportunity to advance to the ninth level of Qi Refining."
Fang Chen smiled.
A flash of surprise flashed in Zhou Yiseng's eyes. For the other party to say these words, he clearly knew something about cultivation, but where did a martial artist learn this knowledge?
"I can feel that you are confused, but you will never know the truth of all this until your death."
Fang Chen smiled lightly and slowly raised his palm.
"Little brother, since you know something about the way of cultivation, leave here quickly and pass the message to us!"
A Tiannan Sect monk said anxiously: "You are no match for him at all. No matter what methods you use, you can't break his spiritual power!"
"He's right, you can't hurt me. Even if I can't free my hands to deal with you now, after I get promoted, I will go to Kyoto to find you. If you die, your family will die too.
I will drain their essence and blood one by one in front of you, and you can only watch but have no ability to help them. This kind of despair will make you unforgettable even after you die."
Monk Zhouyi raised the corners of his mouth.
"Xu Hui has already set off on the road, Granny Jinhua is on the way as well, Taoist Xue is the first to go on the road, it's time for you to accompany them."
Fang Chen chuckled lightly, and the Dragon Mace suddenly appeared in his hand and struck Zhou Yiseng's head hard.
What!?
Zhou Yiseng was shocked by Fang Chen's words. Xu Hui and Granny Jinhua were both dead? But after the shock, he felt the terrifying aura of Kang Long Mace.
One way, two ways, three ways...
There are twelve soul seals!
The other party actually possesses such a magic weapon!?
It was too late for Monk Zhou Yi to take action, and the spiritual power in his body surged out on his own, trying to protect the host, but unfortunately, these spiritual powers immediately collapsed as soon as they touched the Dragon Mace!
Without any surprise, Kanglong's mace struck Zhou Yiseng hard on the forehead.
The next moment, Monk Zhou Yi's physical body instantly disintegrated, and the eight formed immortal veins and the unformed ninth immortal vein in his body also collapsed one after another.
Countless spiritual powers surged out and fed back to the heaven and earth. Where Zhou Yi Seng stood, there was only a lonely long sword left, with the aura of Zhou Yi Seng still remaining on it.
The red light that shrouded the Tiannan Sect monks immediately dissipated without a trace as Monk Zhou Yi was reduced to ashes, but they still didn't come back to their senses and looked at Fang Chen blankly.
A person who was at the peak of the eighth level of Qi Refining and was about to be promoted to the ninth level of Qi Refining was actually knocked to death by the Dan Qi martial artist the other party called him?
"The magic weapon of twelve soul seals... even our Tiannan Sect... doesn't have many..."
Someone muttered to themselves.
"Not even a storage ring?"
Fang Chen frowned slightly. It seemed that the storage ring was indeed a scarce resource in the cultivation world. He picked up the long sword on the ground and threw it into the storage ring, then turned to look at the seven Tiannan Sect monks.
"Are you okay?"
"Your Excellency, we can't survive. The essence and blood have been drained by Monk Zhou Yi. I have described the whole story in this jade slip. I hope you can send it back to the Tiannan Sect. The Tiannan Sect is located in the southern region of the Fire Nation.
I am very grateful…”
The seventh-level Qi Refiner took out a jade slip and placed it beside him. Then, before Fang Chen could speak, he slowly closed his eyes and lost all his vitality.
The same was true for several other monks. It was obvious that they had just reached the end of their strength and were just holding on for a breath.
"That's...that's fine."
Fang Chen whispered to himself.
If they had not died, he would have felt very embarrassed. They had seen Kang Long's Mace, and they also knew that he had killed Zhou Yi Seng.
From his perspective, he did not hope that these Tiannan Sect monks could leave alive.
After simply cleaning up the place, Fang Chen threw everything into the storage ring. Then Fang Chen dug a big hole and buried the Tiannan Sect monks.
"There will definitely be flowers and grass here from now on."
Fang Chen muttered to himself, then turned and left.
It can be predicted that where the seven monks are buried, the spiritual energy that escapes from their bodies after death will cause great changes in the valley.
Two hours later, Fang Chen returned to Tianjian Villa.
With a gentle sweep of the sleeve robe, the contents of the storage ring appeared on the ground.
First, there is the long sword of Monk Zhou Yi, which has eight soul seals on it. It is a good magic weapon. It can be sold for a lot of spiritual stones, or it can be kept for personal use.
Then came the belongings of the Tiannan Sect monks. The total number of spiritual stones they left behind was about two hundred, all of which were of low grade.
A few magic weapons and a few practice books, these are what Fang Chen needs now.
"In the future, in the world of spiritual practice, you must not trust others easily."
Fang Chen felt a little emotional.
Just after such a journey, his net worth has increased significantly. There are now more than 400 low-grade spiritual stones. If those magic weapons can be realized, they will be worth a lot of money.
"Purple Qi Jue, this method can be tried by my parents."
Fang Chen picked up a classic and flipped through it. This method followed an upright path, which was different from the demonic methods like Blood Spirit Dafa.
"Fireball? Ice arrow?"
Fang Chen picked up the other two classics and found that the fireball technique was very similar to the one practiced by Grandma Jinhua. It seemed that it was a universal technique.
"When I go back this time, I can try out the fireball and ice arrow techniques."
After putting away his things again, Fang Chen took out the talisman paper and began to make the purple electric talisman. For him, this was a process of cultivation.
The next morning.
Jue Panshi came to ask Fang Chen for instructions as soon as possible, hoping that Fang Chen would give instructions to search for the murderers of the Extinct Tianjian Villa.
"He is already dead."
Fang Chen said calmly.
"Dead!?"
Jue Panshi had a look of shock on his face. In just one night, the murderer of the Exterminating Tianjian Villa had already died in Fang Chen’s hands? This is unbelievable!
"Yes, so I will leave here today, but Yuan Sizhi and the others will stay and govern Xiannan County together with Jueqianhu. Some small sects rely on the support of a few warriors to oppress the people. This trend cannot be tolerated.