Fang Ling holds a blood sword in his hand and is killing like crazy.
Everyone in the Blood Depression is fighting fiercely, and there are only a few good people.
If he wants to turn such a place into private property, he must be more ruthless and kill to the point of chilling everyone.
The millions of people in front of them are elites from all major cities and forces.
If they were all wiped out here, everything would be much easier, and he wouldn't even need to come forward.
Seeing Fang Ling slaying some of the top masters with his sword, some people could no longer hold their nerve.
"Your Excellency, please spare your life! I am willing to lead my Jiuzhonglou to surrender..."
The beautiful woman kneeling under Fang Ling at this moment is the owner of Jiuzhong Tower.
Jiuzhonglou is a first-rate force in the Blood Depression, with a great reputation and has existed for many years.
Seeing that even she was kneeling down to beg for mercy, more and more people put down their weapons and knelt down under Fang Ling.
Fang Ling ignored them and slashed them with his sword.
Except for a few masters at the head level, everyone else died violently.
"Gentlemen, this guy is an out-and-out lunatic."
"Today either he dies or we die. Let's fight with him!"
The owner of Jiuchong Building roared angrily, but as soon as he finished speaking, he was beheaded by Fang Ling with a sword...
The sunset was originally a vast green grassland, but now it was completely dyed red.
Fang Ling was like a monster who only knew how to kill, waving the bloody sword in his hand all the time.
In less than an hour, millions of elite monks from all over the Blood Depression were all reduced to bones.
The white bones cover the blood-red grass, which is particularly strange and desolate.
Over the grassland, Fang Ling's natal blood sword hung upside down, continuously emitting black energy.
These black Qi bodies were murderous intent that had completely materialized. Because too many people had been killed in a short period of time, the blood sword could not be restrained, so Fang Ling had no choice but to leave it like this.
He looked at his body, and some black lines had begun to appear on his red skin.
It's just that these lines are intermittent and incomplete. This is a manifestation of the development of the devil's body.
He had seen Master Manzi displaying the complete body of the Demon Prison. After these lines are formed, they will form a magic circle, the so-called physical body formation.
However, there is no definite formula for these formations, because everyone's situation is different, and the final evolved results are also very different.
Master Manzi's physical formation is called [Open Sky], and when activated, it can increase his strength tenfold!
Therefore, Fang Ling is also looking forward to what formations his physical body can evolve in the future.
After a while, he took the blood sword back into his body and waved his hand to dissolve the world of Salami.
He looked up at the sky above Tianqing City, then his figure flashed and he immediately returned to the study room of Fentan.
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In the sky above the Sunset Plain, Master Zizhu looked at the bones all over the ground with a solemn expression, holding the Snow Jade Heavenly Purity Vase tightly in his hand.
After stopping for a moment, she left angrily and appeared in Fang Ling's study.
"Why are you so vicious?" she yelled angrily.
"There are millions of monks on the Sunset Plain, but not a single one is left..."
"If you commit such evil today, you will be repaid with disaster in the future!"
"This has nothing to do with you." Fang Ling said calmly.
Master Zizhu wanted to say something else, but suddenly stopped.
She had completely seen through the man in front of her and felt that Fang Ling was hopeless.
The only way to save him is to send him to see the Buddha.
"If I don't kill you, I don't know how many innocent people will die in vain at your hands in the future."
"The day the demons in my heart are lifted, it will be the day I send you to hell!" she thought to herself.
She held her breath inside and immediately walked away.
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The battle at Sunset Plains cast a layer of gloom over the entire Blood Depression.
The vicious criminals who originally regarded this place as a hiding place were frightened and left overnight.
For a moment, the blood depression was a mess, as if it had returned to the way it was when it was first born.
A few days later, in Qingtian City.
One hundred and eighty thousand monks knelt down in front of Fang Ling.
"Greetings to the leader!" Yun Shuiqing said sonorously and forcefully, and other disciples quickly agreed.
The blood depression is so big that eight hundred demon soldiers alone cannot contain it.
So Fang Ling ordered all the believers to move over and completely abandon Nanyang Kingdom.
Next, we plan to let them settle in the thirty-six cities of Blood Depression in batches, build separate altars, and completely control Blood Depression in their own hands.
Although the 180,000 disciples transferred from Nanyang Kingdom are not strong in combat power, with his current power, no one will dare to stop the troops wherever they come. Everything is a foregone conclusion.
During the period when he left Nanyang Kingdom, Emperor Tiao did not suppress the believers who stayed in Nanyang.
Therefore, the number of believers has grown from the original 120,000 to the current 180,000.
"The rest is up to you." Fang Ling nodded and motioned for them to get up.
Yun Shuiqing and the others stayed in Nanyang Kingdom and had been working hard for a long time.
In the next few days, she and Hu Yue and others acted quickly.
Immediately, they captured all thirty-six cities and established branches.
From now on, the separatist situation among the heroes in the Blood Depression has completely disappeared, and the Tianluo Sect has become the dominant one.
However, Fang Ling did not leave in a hurry, but stayed here for a while longer.
After everything stabilized, we were ready to head south.
But before going south, he left the Nether Beast behind.
Although the blood depression has stabilized, there is no guarantee that nothing unexpected will happen during his trip to Miao territory.
That's why he chose to keep the Netherworld Beast. If an accident occurred, it could probably be resolved with its current strength.
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"Master, are you looking for me?" Mr. Mo walked into the study and asked respectfully.
Fang Ling rolled up the regional map of Miao territory on the table and put it into the storage ring.
Then he looked up at him and said, "I will be going south soon, and I will leave you and them to take care of the affairs of the church."
Mr. Mo had long known that Fang Ling had plans to go south to Miao territory, so he was not surprised.
"My subordinates will do their best!" he replied.
"There is something I want to give you before I leave." Fang Ling made a move with his hand, and the Cone of Death appeared in his hand.
"This is the seven-level forbidden magic weapon, the Cone of Death."
"This treasure is extremely powerful, I will give it to you."
"While I'm away, if a powerful enemy attacks, I might be able to use this thing to reverse the situation!"
The Cone of Death is the magic weapon of the Blood Demon Ancestor, and its quality is quite good.
But it was of no use to Fang Ling.
This is just an acquired magic weapon, but he has an innate companion spiritual treasure like the Hyunjin Potian Spear in his hand.
"Thank you, Master!" Mr. Mo did not refuse and felt extremely honored.
He knew that Fang Ling did this because he wanted to leave some backup.
In order to prevent the Tianluo Sect from being bullied by others when they are away.
The fact that Fang Ling could choose to hand this treasure to him shows that he is already considered a confidant in Fang Ling's heart.
After explaining everything that needed to be explained, Fang Ling left the Blood Depression.
The Blood Depression is separated from the Miao border by a barren land.
After traveling for several days, he finally set foot in this place where demons gathered.
Beside the mountain stream, he picked up a handful of water and drank it happily.
The wild land is full of spiritual energy, and even the mountain spring water is better than the water in Nanyang Blood Depression.
After drinking the water, he turned around and looked at a certain big tree.
"If you still want to practice, just show up." He said.
"If you don't want to practice anymore, don't follow me anymore."
A beautiful figure slowly walked out from behind the tree, Master Zizhu stared at Fang Ling with a cold and pretty face.
She has not appeared again since the sunset.
But Fang Ling knew that she was still by his side, just out of anger.