After Fang Ling took Zhang Long's brother and sister away, he rushed directly to the Central God Realm.
It was only after entering Biyou Mountain at the junction of the two realms that we stopped.
Since he has fled here, the Murong family will probably not be able to catch up and they are temporarily safe.
He raised his hand, and a magic bead appeared in his palm.
Murong's family had stolen the chicken but lost the rice. Not only did they not get any benefit, but Fang Ling got the treasure.
To him, the quality of this magic bead can be compared to the seventeen forbidden magic weapons.
Although the Demon Bead only has a sealing effect, it cannot directly cause damage to the sealed target.
But combined with his invincible advantage, its value far exceeds that of Yang Pearl and Canglong Pei.
With a thought in his mind, he immediately disappeared and appeared in the inner space of the magic bead.
At this time, Patriarch Murong, Murong Jie looked solemn.
Even if he is a veteran strong man, he dare not say that he can be Fang Ling's opponent under the suppression of the Magic Pearl Law.
He looked at Fang Ling who appeared opposite him and said, "Little friend Fang Ling, it was my Murong family who was at fault earlier. I would like to apologize to you."
"For the sake of being both monks in the South Dou Domain, why don't you and I shake hands and make peace?"
"I, the Murong family, promise not to cause trouble for you, and will also give you the nine-leaf crabapple flower you want."
Fang Ling sneered and said: "Ancestor Murong, do you think I am a three-year-old child?"
"You, the Murong family, dare to bully me like this, and you will have to pay the price for it."
"Starting from you, the Murong family will soon cease to exist."
When Murong Jie heard this, his old face darkened: "He is a young man after all, he is too impulsive."
"In that case, I won't be polite!"
Murong Jie waved his big hand, and three daggers shot out from his sleeves.
This is the secret skill of his Murong family, the sword in his sleeve!
They feed the sword with their own essence and blood, allowing it to become one with themselves.
The longer the sword in the sleeve is cultivated, the more powerful it becomes.
And these three daggers are all fourteen forbidden magic weapons, and they have great power in themselves.
Fang Ling also condensed the natal blood sword in his hand, and used the dragon-slaying sword among the three sword demon moves.
The Dragon-Slaying Sword kills decisively and has astonishing power.
Murong Jie's three swords in his sleeves, in front of Fang Ling's sword, showed his petty spirit.
These three sleeve swords were no match for Fang Ling's dragon-slaying sword and were instantly defeated.
The power of the sword energy remained unabated and he reached Murong Jie.
Murong Jie knew that Fang Ling was not a good person, but he did not expect that he was so powerful.
He made a secret with his hands and formed a picture in front of him: "Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains!"
The scroll unfolded, and the wind of ink swept out, swallowing up all the sword energy.
"Very good magical power!" When Fang Ling saw this, he raised his eyebrows and praised.
This Patriarch Murong is quite capable, and he can fight him back and forth.
Murong Jie chuckled and held the scroll tightly in his hand.
"Ancestor, I have been practicing for so many years. Although I dare not say that I am invincible in the same realm, I was also the number one genius in the Southern Dou Territory back then." He said.
"I am a man of rare talent. I ask again, are you willing to give up?"
"If you are willing to make peace with my Murong family, I will not make any next move and spare your life."
"What a waste!" Fang Ling snorted coldly and took action again.
His sword strike just now was without any assistance, it was just an ordinary sword strike.
But after seeing his strength, he didn't dare to be careless anymore.
He immediately used the Dragon Slaying Technique and locked Murong Jie.
At the moment when he was locked by the Dragon Slaying Technique, Murong Jie was panicked and had a feeling of impending disaster.
Only then did he realize that Fang Ling had not used his true strength just now.
"Reincarnation Finger!" Murong Jie immediately used the decisive move and did not dare to delay it any longer.
He pointed at Fang Ling. This finger was completely different from the previous move, and the power of the law was particularly powerful.
Fang Ling struck out with his big yin and yang hand and met his finger.
With the blessing of killing power and dragon-slaying skills, the power of the Great Yin Yang Hand increased more than ten times, and it had the momentum to overturn everything.
But Murong Jie's expression changed and he was frightened by Fang Ling's palm.
"This kid is really a monster!"
"If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed that this was actually a magical power displayed by a Yaoguang realm monk."
With a bang, his whole body was pressed by the big Yin Yang hand, and his body was instantly turned into a meat pie.
However, Fang Ling did not fare well either. His lifespan declined rapidly, and this finger actually cost him a hundred thousand years of life!
"This old boy is really good at it. No wonder he was able to trick Xiaoyao Shangxian." Fang Ling's heart trembled.
If he hadn't eaten a lot of flat peaches before, which can increase longevity, the spiritual wine in the gourd can also extend his life.
Otherwise, he might have died under Murong Jie's finger.
He looked at Murong Jie's body and felt a slightly familiar aura from it.
"Creation bone?" He looked at Murong Jie's right index finger.
His reincarnation finger just now was also performed with this finger.
"It turns out to be a magical art of creation. No wonder it is so powerful." Fang Ling murmured.
"This old boy claims to be the number one of his generation, but he's not bragging."
He quickly stepped forward to absorb the essence of this creation bone!
Back then, the fat master not only taught him how to plunder companion spiritual treasures, but also taught him how to transplant the created bones.
He immediately cut off his right index finger, hoping to graft it onto Patriarch Murong's finger of creation.
But after grafting, he felt that this finger of creation was different from what he had imagined, and was far less than his creation bone.
Moreover, there are no Dao patterns on this finger of creation, and he has not obtained Murong Jie's magic of creation.
"This finger of creation is far inferior to my creation bone, but the Tao charm on the bone finger still exists, so it is not useless."
"At least using this finger to perform fingering techniques can greatly increase the power of fingering techniques."
Fang Ling discovered this when he used this finger to run the fragrant finger.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
A ball of black energy suddenly jumped out from Murong Jie's body and penetrated into his body.
"Boy, you have a nice body."
"It's a pity that it will soon be mine!"
Murong Jie laughed wildly, as if he was convinced by Fang Ling.
This aura felt familiar to Fang Ling. He had seen it in the Great Buddha Temple. It was the aura of an extraterrestrial demon!
The ancestor of the No. 1 family in the South Dou Territory has been taken away by the devil from outside the territory!
Murong Jie's dark soul was about to attack Fang Ling's soul, but was suddenly blocked by a golden light.
"What the hell is this?" Murong Jie's dark soul shouted that something was wrong and wanted to run away.
But at this moment, the golden light exploded, directly melting his dark soul, not even a trace was left.
It was the golden soul curse of the old monk with white eyebrows that was so powerful that he took the initiative to kill the invading soul before Fang Ling could take action.
Fang Ling took a deep breath and squeezed Murong Jie dry in an instant.
As a veteran ninth-grade Jade Immortal, Murong Jie is truly a great tonic!
The blood evil energy of the blood sword increased dramatically, and Fang Ling's physical body was greatly strengthened.
The killing power of the Killing God Seal has increased even more gratifyingly.
The reward from killing a strong person is much more than killing a group of weak people.
He did not rush to leave the inner space of the magic bead, but sat down cross-legged and began to practice.
He had just transplanted the bone finger of creation. Because it was a foreign thing, he needed to spend more time getting used to it so that it could truly become a part of him.
Although the creation magic was lost after the transplantation of this good fortune bone finger, it could enhance his fingering skills, which was not bad.