Four hundred and sixtieth chapters a blessing in disguise
Boom!
The violent sound waves rolled in all directions, turned into a bloody mountain peak, condensed, and suppressed Fang Luo fiercely.
The extremely ferocious air wave stabbed and exploded with power that exceeded the peak of the Martial Emperor.
The void roars.
The air is rolling!
The aura that seemed to be as real as a substance fell directly.
For a moment, Fang Luo felt that his energy was blocked, and he felt like he was out of breath.
The unyielding voice in my heart roared crazily: "I can't kneel!"
Bang!
The ferocious air waves accumulated on his body, and the ferocious power made the clothes on his body roar, and tiny cracks burst out uncontrollably.
Fang Luo only felt that the bones all over his body were roaring in pain at this moment.
If this happens, if he kneels down, everything will stop, but he can't kneel down! He doesn't accept it, he didn't do anything wrong, why should he plead guilty? Is it true that Ling Yunhe is allowed to kill people, but he is not allowed to fight back?
roar!
He raised his head and roared, and Fang Luo's magical powers and secrets were instantly superimposed on his body.
The billowing flames blasted towards the suppressed bloody mountain peak!
Bang!
At this moment, the bloody mountain peak suddenly shook.
But the power it contained was too great, and had exceeded the limit of Fang Luo's strength. The next moment, Fang Luo's magical power and secret method suddenly collapsed. The falling blood-colored mountain peaks landed directly on his back.
The pressure caused his back to sag suddenly.
My legs were squeaking and screaming in pain, which was a clear sign that I couldn't bear it anymore.
The look in the middle-aged man's eyes became even more serious.
The other execution hall deacons had different expressions. Some had a look of pride, some had a look of deep hatred, and some had a look of helplessness.
Snap!
The floor under Fang Luo's feet finally couldn't withstand the pressure of gravity and cracked numerous times.
Lines of fine dust jumped up for free.
At this moment, Fang Luo's entire body became shorter by several inches, and his entire feet were about to be suppressed.
It was at this time.
Fang Luo suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.
He felt that his cultivation had the feeling of eliminating the dross and removing the false while retaining the true.
This is?
Fang Luo was surprised and happy.
This is clearly what he is planning to do, to refine his cultivation, stabilize his cultivation, and get rid of all the impetuousness that he dare not have in his cultivation. If he practiced hard in seclusion according to his own practice, without a few months of hard work, he would not be able to get down.
But now, under this extreme pressure.
His cultivation actually changed on its own.
Even though his body was in severe pain, Fang Luo's heart was extremely happy.
This is simply a blessing in disguise!
Perhaps in the eyes of the middle-aged man in blood robe, Fang Luo could only be suppressed. But now in Fang Luo's own eyes, this was an opportunity that only belonged to him.
Where are you willing to let it go?
Invisibly, he dissolved his own power and allowed his body, soul, and cultivation to accept the baptism of this ultimate power.
Boom boom boom!
After just a few dozen breaths, all the impetuousness of Fang Luo's cultivation was eliminated by this ultimate power.
For a time, his cultivation level went further.
We have already reached the edge of the fourth level of the Martial Emperor, and there is only one step left to cross it.
How did the middle-aged man in the blood robe know this?
Just looking at Fang Luo's face becoming more and more relaxed, his face became even more gloomy.
For a time, the power of the third beat accumulated again.
A deacon in the hall finally couldn't help but said: "Deputy Hall Master, that's about it."
"Shut up! This little bastard despises the execution hall so much. If he continues to tolerate it, what else will the punishment hall have to restrain his disciples?" the middle-aged man in blood-robed shouted.
Boom!
Add a little more strength and suppress it directly.
roar!
Fang Luo's cultivation, which was originally on the verge of a breakthrough, relied on this power
The impact of power flew directly out.
A dense roar erupted from Fang Luo's dantian.
Bang bang bang!
The level of cultivation has increased, reaching the fifth level of the Martial Emperor!
This appearance blinded all the black-robed disciples.
The blood-robed deacons also stood up.
The middle-aged man in the blood robe was even more confused. When he came back to his senses, an angry look appeared on his face, and he roared angrily: "How is this possible!"
"This kid is simply a freak!"
"Others, under the prestige of the gavel, wish they could kneel on the ground and bear all the blame. Fortunately, he actually used this power to achieve a breakthrough in cultivation!"
The person who spoke out before had a heavy light in his eyes, and laughed loudly: "A genius! This is simply a genius! This kid's mind, cultivation, and strength are all first-rate.
The existence of one.”
It was also at this time.
The third shot, which was originally impossible for Fang Luo to fight against, suddenly collapsed as if the ice and snow were melting.
After just a few breaths.
Fang Luo, who was covered in sweat, looked at the middle-aged man in blood robe and said, "Deputy Hall Master, do you dare to ask me what exactly did Fang Luo do wrong?"
The middle-aged man in blood robe had a sinister look on his face: "You only need to answer one sentence to this hall master: Ling Yunhe, did you kill him?"
Fang Luo said: "Not bad."
The middle-aged man in blood robe said: "This is the crime you have committed! You are good at killing your fellow disciples and you are ruthless. Why do you still want to make excuses?"
Fang Luodao: "Why didn't the deputy hall master ask why I killed him? Or why did he show up where Fang was doing the mission?"
The middle-aged man in blood robe said: "Strong words and plain sophistry! There are so many reasons why. If you kill a fellow disciple, you will be punished by death!"
Fang Luo burst out laughing: "What a capital crime, the execution hall! Hey, is this the sect's execution hall? Unfair rewards and punishments, confusing right and wrong, it's simply ridiculous!"
"Bastard!" the middle-aged man in blood robe was furious.
"You dare to yell at the execution hall, Anlu, you should be punished with a hundred sticks."
A blood-robed deacon below stood up, grabbed a red iron stick in his palm, threw it towards the ground, and said sternly: "Left and right, capture this traitor for me, with as much as a hundred sticks!"
The walking stick used by the Nine-Nine Supreme Sect’s Punishment Hall is not the stick strike used by ordinary public servants.
At this moment, two peak-level Martial Emperors, who were over nine feet tall, had huge shoulders and round waists, and boundless strength, walked out from among the black-robed disciples.
In their hands, each held a stick that was one foot long and as thick as a bucket, made of unknown materials.
With a roar, it hit the ground, and a huge roar suddenly erupted.
The weight of this stick is probably no less than several thousand kilograms!
The two men also laughed ferociously and rushed towards Fang Luo.
The manic storm broke out all at once.
Fang Luo had unconsciously grabbed the talisman Xu Ruo had given him.
Do we have to alarm the Master?
At that moment, the old man in blood robe who had been forcing his eyes open and had been treated as a living dead for more than ten years suddenly opened his eyes. Two rays of blood spurted out from his eyes and landed on two sticks that were falling towards Fang Luo.
Poof!
The two sticks exploded immediately, turning into billowing smoke and dissipating without a trace.
These two people were startled. When their eyes fell on the opened eyes of the old man in blood robe, their faces suddenly turned pale. They slumped down on the ground and said in a voiceless voice: "Hall Master!"
He shouted this.
Fang Luo's eyes also fell over.
He saw the old man in blood-robed eyes also falling on him.
At this time, everyone in the torture hall noticed that the old man in blood robe had "awakened".
Several blood-robed deacons had strange expressions on their faces, and they knelt on the ground one after another, shouting: "Lord Hall Master!"
"I've met the hall master!"
"Lord Hall Master, have you finally come out of seclusion?"
The one with the ugliest face was the middle-aged man in blood robe. He never expected that the old man in blood robe would open his eyes at this time. You know
In the past ten years, the old man in blood-robed clothes had not even moved, not to mention opening his eyes. But now, his eyes are open.
A violent momentum rose from his body.
This is an aura that surpasses the Martial Lord, and even reaches the level of the Martial Saint above the Martial Lord!
Just one glance destroyed two walking sticks.
This shows how fierce this person is.
The facial muscles of the middle-aged man in the blood robe trembled crazily. Over the years, he has accepted orders from certain forces overtly and covertly and done some stupid things, but the old man in the blood robe has never woken up.
If not, he wouldn't dare to confuse right and wrong so blatantly.
For a moment, the middle-aged man in blood-robed felt extremely bitter in his heart, and his resentful eyes involuntarily fell on the blood-robed deacon who had been clamoring to hit Fang Luo with his cane.
This person’s surname is Ling!
It was Ling Tianxiao who secretly found him, an elder of the Ling family.
After being stunned for a few breaths, the middle-aged man in blood robe finally bowed down and said: "I have met the hall master!"
Even though he was the second-in-command of the execution hall, he was nothing compared to the old man in blood robe.
The old man in blood-robed snorted heavily: "Jin Chi, you really disappointed me."
The middle-aged man in the blood robe knelt on the ground, trembling with fear. Cold sweat rolled down his body.
The old man in blood robe said: "I don't care about the past things. This time, you have gone too far! It seems that you are not qualified for the position of deputy hall master. From today on, you will be serving as the execution hall leader."
Leave."
The frightened middle-aged man in blood robe trembled violently.
After leaving the Punishment Hall, he is nothing. You must know that over the years, he has helped the Punishment Hall overtly and secretly for many years, but he has also offended many people. Now that he is in trouble, will the people he helped back then help him?
He said, but those who have been suppressed by him will definitely attack him like crazy.
When he thought of that situation, even though he was a middle-aged man in blood robe and had reached the level of martial master, he was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Hall Master, you, you can't drive me away!"
"Get out!" The cold voice of the old man in blood robe burst out from his mouth.
It turned into a violent sound wave and directly blasted away the middle-aged man in blood robe!
Strong and domineering!
Fang Luo's eyes widened and he was shocked. Is this the power that surpasses Wu Zun? It's so powerful!
Then the old man in blood-robed eyes fell on the deacon in blood-robed surnamed Ling, and sneered: "Are you from Old Ghost Ling? Hehe, you are doing well in the torture hall! I really didn't expect that the old man has been in seclusion for these years,
The execution hall has actually been sneaked in by Old Ghost Ling's people."
"It seems that the old man has not appeared for a long time, and some people have forgotten that I am a blood demon."
The blood-robed deacon’s facial muscles trembled crazily, and he wanted to say something else.
But the old man in blood robe didn't give him any chance to speak, and said: "I'll give you a choice, get out of here immediately!"
The blood-robed deacon suddenly became angry and said loudly: "You are the master of the hall, but I am also the deacon of the execution hall. I am the deacon of the punishment hall who accepts the sect's fate. You have no right to let me leave here..."
The last word was not finished.
A scarlet palm came down with a roar and hit the blood-robed deacon directly on the face.
puff!
The violent force shattered half of the blood-robed deacon's face.
A mouthful of blood, mixed with countless broken teeth, spurted out from his mouth.
The bloody-robed deacon was like a kite with its string broken, flying upside down and falling out of the hall.
The heavy voice of the old man in blood robe rumbled and vibrated: "So what if the sect accepts its fate, this is my execution hall! If you are not convinced, just go to the sect! Hehe, for the sake of Old Ghost Ling today, I will not
If I kill you again, I will kill you even if the leader is in front of me."
This blood-robed deacon had long been slapped by the blood-robed old man and all his energy had been drained away.
He didn't dare to say more than a word. He was like a bloody gust of wind, hugging half of his face and running away.
Although Fang Luo was a little unhappy with the execution hall, he couldn't help but yearn for him when he saw the domineering old man in blood robe. This is the real strong man!