Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 266 Killing All
In front of the desert island, Fang Qingyuan faced more than a dozen monks alone. However, in terms of momentum, Fang Qingyuan's side was stronger.

"Soul Palace? Please forgive me for being ignorant. I have never heard of it. Fellow Daoist Xiao is so aggressive. It seems that he is very confident in his own strength. We respect the strong ones in the outer sea. If you can make us worship, then we will naturally obey your orders. Otherwise, you will never leave here today."

The person who said this was one of the two foundation-building monks among the other monks. He looked to be about forty years old and had a gourd on his waist.

The other foundation-building monk was younger, but his face was gloomy and a little ghostly.

Most of the monks who can settle on this deserted island are not good people. Although they are not pirates, when they encounter an empty island, they will sometimes play a role as a robber cultivator.

Fang Qingyuan glanced at everyone. The powerful power of the soul formed a substantial sense of oppression. Affected by this, only the two foundation-building monks on the opposite side dared to look at him. The rest of the Qi-refining monks lowered their heads. Don't dare to face each other head on.

"What you said makes sense. Come on together, I'm in a hurry."

Fang Qingyuan said this proudly. In order to maintain the fictitious persona of the soul palace elder, he decided to use the full power of soul-extracting magic.

Ever since he started practicing Soul Dao techniques, he has never made an honest and full-out move against an enemy over the years. Now in this land outside the sea, he no longer has to worry about anything.

Hearing Fang Qingyuan's tone, the two foundation-building monks opposite did not get angry, but their expressions became more solemn.

Someone like Fang Qingyuan who suddenly came to call for help was either a lunatic or someone with real strength, and a foundation-building monk was obviously not a lunatic.

The two looked at each other, each understanding the other's thoughts and wanting to strike hard from the beginning.

"excuse me."

The middle-aged foundation-building monk reminded him, then reached out to untie the gourd at his waist. He pulled out the stopper of the gourd. In an instant, countless fire crows flew out of the gourd and surrounded Fang Qingyuan.

When the sky was full of fire crows, the young monk with a gentle face recited the mantra, then closed his eyes tightly, and his whole body trembled. In an instant, a dark wind blew by, and a shadowy figure in court clothes appeared. Get away from it.

'Three Thousand Fire Crow Technique?Sacrifice to gods and impeach ghosts? '

Looking at the methods used by the two foundation-building monks across from him, Fang Qingyuan raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, he must have a few brushes in his hands when hanging out in the sea.

The Three Thousand Fire Crow Technique is a fire-moving Taoist technique that is more powerful than the Jiuyao-level magic. A fire gourd contains the essence of three thousand fire crows. Each one is comparable to a Qi-training monk, and some of them have Once an elite-level leader is released, he will cover the sky and the sun and become invincible.

This gourd cannot be put into a storage bag, and requires the monk's mana to keep it warm at all times. Each fire crow in the gourd requires a hundred crow souls to be refined. At present, these fire crows have consumed an unknown number of innocent crow lives.

The main attack of three thousand fire crows created a huge momentum that covered up the ghost-killing technique used by the feminine monk.

Sacrifice to gods and ghosts is a very dangerous side secret technique. Those who practice this technique need to sacrifice part of their own flesh and blood to the ghosts and gods summoned, so as to gain the opportunity to sign a contract with the ghosts and gods.

Ghosts and gods parasitize on monks and rely on practitioners to worship them. Their strength is one level higher than that of practitioners.

Fang Qingyuan sensed that the ghost emitted by this person obviously had the strength of the middle stage of foundation building.

The fire crow and the ghost shadow, one light and one dark, cooperated tacitly. Although it was only a method used by two monks in the early stage of foundation building, it was almost the same as, or even exceeded, compared to the middle stage of foundation building in Baishan, southern Xinjiang.

But these two methods, in front of Fang Qingyuan, can only be said to be just a trick.

Not to mention that Fang Qingyuan's soul surpassed that of the monks in the late stage of foundation building, but the Black Law of the Yin City Soul Binding Spell that he was currently practicing also had a very strong restraint effect on the situation in front of him.

When the three thousand fire crows broke through Fang Qingyuan, Fang Qingyuan snorted coldly and said:

"It's a small trick, let's see how I break it."

Before Fang Qingyuan finished speaking, there was a dull sound of clattering chains as they stretched around Fang Qingyuan. This sound was like muffled thunder, resounding in the hearts of all the monks present.

Dark chains, dyed with jumping black flames, suddenly stretched out from behind Fang Qingyuan, like a peacock spreading its wings, spreading instantly, and rushed out a hundred feet away in an instant.

Thousands of black flame chains as thick as fingers, like spiritual snakes, swooped towards the incoming fire crow.

The fire crows are originally soul bodies, and they are obviously no match for this soul-destroying chain that is designed to defeat souls. When the chains were swept away, except for some relatively large fire crows who escaped, the rest of the fire crows were covered by black flame chains. penetrate.

Seeing this scene, many of the monks who were watching were all shocked. The three thousand fire crows had magical powers, but their leader's guarantee was that they could not fall behind in the face of late-stage foundation-building monks, but now it was broken with just one move. .

Compared with the shock of the Qi Refining subordinates, the feelings of the middle-aged monks who used the Fire Crow Technique were the most accurate.

Three thousand fire crows were connected to his mind. Each fire crow was penetrated by a black flame chain, and he felt as if someone had stabbed him.

Especially when the black flames ignited on those chains began to burn the fire crow, the pain he felt was amplified more than ten times.

Suddenly, the man's face turned pale as paper. He ordered the remaining fire crows not to dare to move forward. They could only stay away from Fang Qingyuan and kept flying to avoid the sweep of the chains.

The Three Thousand Fire Crow Technique was severely damaged just after being used, which made this person's heart filled with fear of the other party Qingyuan.

This person is absolutely invincible. The black flame chain is really too strong, and judging from its performance, it doesn't look difficult at all. Obviously, this is not his limit.

Fang Qingyuan narrowed his eyes and did not focus on the fire crows. The three thousand fire crows were now considered useless.

What he focused on was the ghostly shadow of the mid-stage Foundation Establishment released by the feminine monk.In this world, ghosts are rare, and every ghost is very troublesome, and this one seems to be the same now.

But in the face of Fang Qingyuan's Soul Dao practice, things like ghosts will naturally be restrained.

A shadow appeared behind Fang Qingyuan, which was the shadow escape magical power of the foundation-building ghost, and then a ghost claw stretched towards Fang Qingyuan's throat.

There is a cold sheen on the ghost claws, which have condensed into real objects. The ghosts are transforming between reality and reality. Most monks are very passive in dealing with it.

But the next moment, as the sound of the Void Chain being pulled away sharply increased, a black flame chain as thick as an arm rushed towards the ghost claw.

'Imperative, bind the soul! '

Fang Qingyuan's mind was turning, and all kinds of soul-binding techniques were flowing in his heart. He drove the black flame chain, and with just one turn, it passed through the ghost's body in an instant and locked the core of the ghost.

The chain reached his body and the ghost's claws fell apart. Only then did Fang Qingyuan see the face of this ghost clearly.

The middle-aged monk in Confucian robes has his hair disheveled and has never been crowned. Even if he becomes a ghost and loses his mind, he does not look evil.

After being held by the black flame chain, the ghost became quiet and no longer reacted no matter how much the feminine monk drove it.

Fang Qingyuan's current Soul Dao cultivation is stronger than that of monks in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. When dealing with a ghost in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, he is still able to capture it with restraint. However, the moment he catches the ghost, Fang Qingyuan feels a little regretful. .

The ghost figure in Confucian robe is simply a slap in the face of Dazhou Academy. If it is discovered by Dazhou Academy, it will definitely result in death.

Therefore, Fang Qingyuan's eyes turned cold, and he pointed suddenly at the feminine monk who had given up in the distance. In the next moment, the feminine ghost monk's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he fell to the sea below without any breath. .

A god-killing stab, which consumed ten years of Fang Qingyuan's innate vitality, instantly killed the ghost cultivator in the early stages of foundation building from a thousand feet away.

After killing the ghost's attendant, the ghost instinctively went into a rage, but Fang Qingyuan just shook the chain, and the ghost in Confucian robes calmed down.

Fang Qingyuan took out a second-level soul-nurturing tree and took the ghost into it. During this period, the ghost did not dare to resist.

Then Fang Qingyuan quickly flew in front of the group of monks, black flame chains flying all over the sky, killing the group of bewildered Qi Refining monks in front of him.

As for the foundation-building monk who used the Three Thousand Fire Crow Technique, he saw something was wrong. He didn't understand why the man in front of him suddenly went on a killing spree, but that didn't stop him from running away.

The remaining fire crows quickly turned around and surrounded him. The man turned into a streak of fire and flew quickly into the distance.

As for the remaining Qi refining companions, in this person's heart, they are all dead.

But just as the man flew several miles away, sensing that Fang Qingyuan had not caught up, and secretly feeling lucky, a strange black and white bear was waiting for him in front with its head tilted.

Then the black and white spiritual beast roared at him and then rushed towards him quickly.

After a long time, Fang Qingyuan looked at the many corpses scattered in the sea, and said gently to the only surviving Qi Refining monk:
"I kill people and always leave one alive. After you leave, I will tell everyone my name. Do you understand?"

The surviving Qi Refining monk had a look of panic on his face. He nodded quickly, fearing that he would be slapped to death by the demon in front of him if he nodded too late.

Seeing the monk in front of him being so frightened by him, Fang Qingyuan shook his head.

I wanted to recruit some subordinates, but something unexpected happened. In order to avoid being implicated, I had no choice but to kill people and silence them to avoid contamination on myself.

Confucians have never believed in ghosts and gods. It would be great fun if they knew that their companions were refined into ghosts for others to control.

Although the outer sea is lawless, it is because Dazhou Academy is too lazy to take care of it. If it takes it seriously, the previous demon sect will serve as a warning.

At this time, Fang Qingyuan waved his hand to let the Qi Refining monk in front of him leave as he sensed that the foundation-building monk who was running away was rushing towards Jin Baoti.

After the lucky guy ran away, Jinbao flew to Fang Qingyuan's side and presented the foundation-building monk in his palm like a treasure.

Looking at the unconscious middle-aged monk with his limbs broken, Fang Qingyuan sighed, stretched out his hand and touched the man's forehead to send him away.

Taking off the fire gourd that the man was holding tightly, Fang Qingyuan buried this man, together with the corpses of the monks who had died before, into the Immortal Mansion.

Within ten days, the bodies of these monks will be absorbed by the black soil of the Immortal Palace and turned into nutrients for the Immortal Palace.

Looking at the piled storage bags and various magic weapon trophies, Fang Qingyuan sighed, it was really not my intention to kill you.

Jin Bao was stunned at the side, feeling that his master seemed a little abnormal. Why was he still sighing after killing the other party?

After taking Jinbao into the Immortal Mansion, Fang Qingyuan took out the sea map, found another place, found the location, and flew away quickly.

There was nothing wrong with the original plan, it was just a deviation in the execution, but it didn't matter. There were the most casual cultivators like this in the outer sea, and according to my current strength, as long as I was not a Golden Core cultivator, there would be no obstacles.

(End of this chapter)