Seeing the smile on Fang Yu's face, the surrounding monks of the Yangtian lineage were so frightened that their faces turned pale and their bodies trembled.
Seeing with their own eyes that their leader Wan Jia and the eldest lady Xue Lian were killed in such a brutal way... their courage had already been shattered.
At this moment, they didn't even dare to move!
"Go back, go back and report, report! This is an enemy attack! An enemy attack!"
Some monks still came to their senses, shouted loudly, turned around and tried to escape.
However, at this time, Fang Yu slashed forward with his right palm.
"Whoosh!"
Although there is no sword in his hand, the sharp aura that comes out is no less than the sword aura!
"Boom boom boom..."
Under the bombardment of this terrifying aura, these monks were unable to escape, and their bodies collapsed one after another, turning into blood flowers all over the sky, scattering in all directions.
"Ahhhh..."
Screams spread everywhere, but stopped abruptly in just a few seconds.
In the end, the surroundings returned to a state of dead silence.
"Ta-ta-ta..."
There was only the sound of blood raining from the sky splashing onto the ground.
In front of Fang Yu, eight chariots were still hanging in the air, glowing with light.
But before the eight chariots, there was only one monk left.
The monk stood there, stunned, with a large amount of blood splattered on his clothes.
He opened his eyes wide and looked at Fang Yu, already frightened.
"call out!"
Fang Yu's figure flashed, came to the monk, and stretched out a finger.
"bass!"
The monk didn't even dodge and allowed Fang Yu's fingertips to touch the monk's forehead.
With a flash of light from his fingertips, the monk lost consciousness.
After doing this, Fang Yu turned his head and looked back.
Hong Yaozu had already stood up, took out a pill and swallowed it. His injuries were obviously much better.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Yu took the unconscious monk back to Hong Yaozu.
"Let's go." Fang Yu said.
"Okay, okay, brother." Hong Yaozu came to his senses and agreed immediately.
"call out!"
The next second, Fang Yu and Hong Yaozu disappeared from the place with the monk.
…
Not long after Fang Yu and Hong Yaozu left, a large group of monks came to the eight suspended chariots.
Seeing the situation of the gyro-shaped chariot at the head, and seeing the blood stains all over the ground...the faces of these monks changed drastically.
"Something happened! Something big happened! This is Miss Xuelian's motorcade!"
"Miss Xuelian was going to Jiquan Villa to attend the wedding banquet today, how could this happen..."
"Report back to the territory headquarters quickly! Hurry!"
This group of armored, guard-looking monks were like ants on a hot pot, their faces were all changed with fright, and their voices were trembling!
This is Miss Xuelian!
The most beloved daughter of the leader of the Yangtian lineage, Miss Xuelian!
And the place where the accident occurred was within the territory of their Yangtian lineage!
Even if it belongs to a relatively marginal position, such a thing will never be allowed to happen!
This is a big deal! Something big enough to make them lose their heads!
Who is it!?
Who dares to invade the Yangtian lineage and attack Miss Xuelian in the territory of the Yangtian lineage!?
At this time, all these guards were panicked and hurried back to the territory headquarters to report.
They knew very well that if this matter reached the ears of the Great Meridian Master... it would definitely cause a bloody storm!
…
"Brother, just now, those great masters of the Holy Pattern Tribe...were just killed like this?"
After leaving the territory of the Yangtian lineage, Hong Yaozu swallowed his saliva and asked in a dry voice.
"Otherwise?" Fang Yu turned his head and glanced at Hong Yaozu and said.
"That woman seems to have a high status in the Yangtian lineage... If she is killed like this, will it have any impact on our subsequent actions?" Hong Yaozu licked his lips and asked.
"Didn't I tell you before that this operation is to wipe out the Holy Pattern Tribe." Fang Yu said lightly, "So, no matter how high the status of this Snow Lotus is, it will be killed. As for whether it will
It will have an impact on us in the future... No matter what, our face and appearance can change at any time. If necessary, we can just change our face."
"Yes..." Hong Yaozu nodded and said nothing more.
After continuing to fly forward for a while, Fang Yu fell from the sky and woke up the unconscious monk of the Yangtian lineage in a small forest.
Seeing Fang Yu in front of him, the monk was so frightened that he screamed repeatedly, his legs went weak, and he collapsed on the ground.
"Let me go, let me go..." the monk shouted in fear.
"Snapped!"
Hong Yaozu slapped the monk on the face and said viciously: "Stop blathering. As long as you obey and answer the questions my brother asked you truthfully, you will have a chance to survive! Otherwise, you will die without rebirth!"
The monk was so slapped that he woke up, took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, nodded repeatedly and said: "I said, I am willing to say anything, as long as you leave me alive..."
"Where did your convoy originally plan to go?" Fang Yu squatted down and asked.
"I, we, miss..."
As soon as Xuelian was mentioned, the monk recalled the scene where Xuelian was trampled to death by Fang Yu. His tone of voice changed and he was shaking very hard.
"Snapped!"
Hong Yaozu slapped him again and said angrily: "Speak clearly! Why are you shaking?!"
These two slaps were full of anger, and the force was so strong that blood flowed from the corner of the monk's mouth.
"I, we were going to Jiquan Villa to attend a wedding banquet. Young lady is the representative of our Yangtian lineage..." the monk replied.
"Wedding banquet? Whose wedding banquet?" Fang Yu asked with a slight frown.
"Yes, it is a wedding banquet for the marriage between the young master of Lanqing lineage and the princess of Yuanshan lineage... The entire southern lineage sent representatives to attend this wedding banquet..." The monk replied in a trembling voice, "We
Just one of those things.”
Hong Yaozu turned his head and glanced at Fang Yu.
"Are the Lanqing line and the Yuanshan line very powerful? What is the Southern line? Explain all these clearly!" Hong Yaozu patted the monk's cheek and said in a cold voice, "Otherwise, I'll give you your head
Landing."
"Say, I'll say anything, don't kill me, don't kill me..." The monk's courage had long been frightened, and he kept saying.
…
Almost half an hour later, the monk passed out again and lay motionless on the ground, as if he was dead.
At this time, Fang Yu had already obtained all the information he wanted.
The so-called Southern Lineage is one of the two major forces within the Shengwen Clan that are separated by geographical boundaries.
Correspondingly, it is the northern vein system.
The southern and northern genealogy groups hug each other and are in opposition to the other major genealogy, so they have a bad relationship.
But on top of the two major lineages, there are four great saints who sit in charge and are considered the masters of the holy pattern tribe. Therefore, both the southern lineage and the northern lineage have to obey the orders of the four great saints.
And the two bloodlines, Lan Qing and Yuan Shan, who are going to hold a wedding banquet at Jiquan Villa today... are considered the two top bloodlines among the southern bloodlines, and their strength and background are at the forefront.