Seven hundred years ago, the Yuan family's rebellion reappeared and blocked the third round. Not only did Yuan Lao Shen and Yuan Lingxiao shocked each other, but even the cultivators watching the battle were shocked. The atmosphere was so depressing that it was terrible. Fang Xing, after seeing Uncle Eleven appeared, seemed to have figured out a lot of things. He nodded with a smile, then turned calmly, holding a magic sword in his hand, and walked over to Master Fusu, who had been beaten up by him and had completely lost the power of resistance at this time, and easily wanted to cut off his head...

"Lao Jiu, get out of here quickly!"

Yuan Lingxiao was worried that Fusu, whose life was hung in someone else's hand, could no longer hold back. He roared and swung his fist towards Bai Qianzhang. As the endless fist wind roared, his eyes were also gray and purple. In the void, countless strange power men appeared, roaring towards Bai Qianzhang, making his punch seem to have swung a battlefield at the same time. Countless unjust souls appeared, holding halberds and swinging forward in a mighty manner. Not to mention the divine power in it, just that scene was extremely terrifying.

What he used was the Hunyuan Du Demon Sutra among the three great immortal arts of the Yuan family!

Faced with this terrifying scene, Bai Qianzhang's robe flew up, setting the void, without any intention of getting out of the way. Instead, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, slowly raised his finger, and many phantoms appeared in the air, quickly drew a rune, and then pressed it down!

Once you point it out, it seems that the world has slowed down!

All the unjust souls who rushed towards him seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, moving slowly and slowly!

Only his finger, as if it was slow and fast, pointed out, drew a talisman on the heads of all the souls. Then, countless purple auras suddenly appeared in the voids of the heavens, intertwined, and formed a huge cage. All the evil spirits whose runes were pointed on their eyebrows were all covered in the same time and rumbled to suppress them.

Even Yuan Lingxiao, who swung that punch, was shocked and his body instantly retreated a hundred feet before he could escape this disaster!

Bai Qianzhang just glanced at him lightly and said softly: "It's been seven hundred years, but you still haven't really understood the Hunyuan Demon Sutra. You can only use some evil means to bless your magic power. How can you really understand the original intention of sealing immortals?"

"you……"

Yuan Lingxiao's face had turned ashen, and his eyes were filled with anger.

Bai Qianzhang's voice was not loud, but in front of everyone, his scars were uncovered, making him extremely embarrassed!

He is the head of the Yuan family and is well-known as the descendant of the Hunyuan Demon Sutra, but he actually taught himself a lesson in front of everyone, just as if no matter how hard he practiced seven hundred years ago, he would tell him that the direction of his cultivation was wrong...

It would be fine if I was not as talented as him at that time!

Now that seven hundred years have passed, he has become the head of the Yuan family, and he has to teach himself this lesson!

Why is he still so annoying?

When the evil king of Dapeng, who was watching the battle from afar, saw this finger, his face turned pale and recalled a very bad past...

This person is still so strong!

It is said that the Yuan family was a freak seven hundred years ago, but after all, I have never seen it before. But this guy with white hair really looks like a freak. Three hundred years ago, he made a big fuss in Qingyun Sect and was invincible. Who can stop him?

But this guy appeared and sealed himself with one finger. He didn't know how he did it for three hundred years!

Now that I really saw his move again, I could feel the huge and mysterious realm. It is worthy of being the most mysterious method of sealing the immortal among the three great immortals of the Yuan family. It is said that even a true immortal can be sealed. The head of the Yuan family borrowed the wronged soul wielders he sealed in his daily life. He could get the power of countless strong men by punching them. But Bai Qianzhang broke his magic with just a slight finger and sealed all the wronged soul wielders. I think if he hadn't escaped quickly, even Yuan Lingxiao himself would not have escaped the sealed end...

When the old immortal Yuan saw this scene, his expression became even more lonely.

This is the younger generation I was most optimistic about back then...

At that time, the Yuan family had nine sons, shining brightly and had a bright future...

But what I value most is the innate Taoist body and the talented and intelligent Lao Jiu in front of me. In terms of talent, the freak is naturally far better than others. However, he is too proud, so proud that he is not even willing to follow the path of cultivation taken by the ancestors of the Yuan family, but he is determined to create his own path. Therefore, in terms of his own favor, he still prefers the sensible and wise old Jiu Yuan Shaobai. Even his magic of sealing immortals was personally guided by him, and he taught his own insights...

But who later expected that what would happen?

As the ancestor of the Yuan family, of course I have to consider it for the Yuan family. That may be wrong, but is it good for the Yuan family?

What made me, an old monster who had lived for thousands of years, couldn't understand is that it was the right choice, but why did such a change happen? When I saw this junior whom I loved again, his style was as clear and quiet as before, and it showed amazing talent and intelligence. Even Yuan Lingxiao was so vulgar that he was inconsistent with and could not bear the guidance...

At this moment, the old immortal Yuan, who had practiced for thousands of years and cultivated a heart of a rock, had a moment of loss of consciousness. If he hadn't done that back then, after losing the first innate Taoist body, there was a second innate Taoist body to look forward to. Even the second innate Taoist body could not grow up. If this second genius of the Yuan family at that time was well trained, it would be enough to take on the main rank of the Yuan family. After his death, he would safely protect the fortune of the Yuan family and flourish for thousands of years, right?

While the old immortal Yuan was slightly distracted, Fang Xing had already walked to Young Master Fusu and picked up the magic sword in his hand.

"I can't help but kill you. If you don't kill you, you'll be exposed. Fortunately, Uncle Eleven appeared very soon..."

He muttered, stepped on Young Master Fusu's chest and wanted to wield the sword in his hand to cut off his head.

"I...I am an immortal baby...How dare you insult me ​​like this?"

Until this time, Young Master Fusu still stared at his bloodshot eyes, as if he was unwilling to admit his failure.

"Until now you don't know how you lost?"

Fang Xing suddenly became serious and looked at Mr. Fusu's eyes full of reluctance coldly.

With such a serious look, even Fusu was slightly stunned and looked at him with a steady look.

Although he didn't speak, judging from that expression, he clearly wanted to know the answer.

"Because I'm so much better than you..."

But after a serious look, Fang Xing suddenly returned to his smirk and swung his magic sword.

When Mr. Fusu was fooled by him, his expression also condensed. After a while, endless anger emerged, and a roar from his chest was heard, like a desperate beast, shocking the world. At the same time, he squirted out a mouthful of blood, but it was directly angry. From his forehead and deep into the sea of ​​consciousness, a faint "crack" sound came from...

"Um?"

Fang Xing felt something was wrong and was slightly stunned. The next second, he saw the divine light flashing in Young Master Fusu's forehead, and a strange aura was heard. He subconsciously thought Fusu was unwilling to die and wanted to fly out of the Dharma image to resist, but he didn't take it seriously. But after looking at it, he suddenly realized that it was not the case. Young Master Fusu's Dharma image flew into the air and did not attack him. Instead, he struggled in pain. Suddenly, there was a breath that was about to split, and it was about to collapse...

"Can the Nascent Soul explode itself?"

Fang Xing was startled and retreated dozens of feet in an instant, but when he looked closely, he found that it was not the intention of self-destruction.

In the Nascent Soul of Fusu Young Master, there seemed to be a force that was struggling in pain and was about to split out...

Feeling this breath, his fearful expression gradually disappeared, and a surprise appeared, and then he burst into laughter.

"Is this the secret to your immortal baby?"

He suddenly jumped forward and slashed at Fusu Yuanying with a sword, and laughed loudly: "Good thing..."

"not good……"

When he felt this breath, Old Fairy Yuan was suddenly shocked, reacted from a slight loss of consciousness, and stepped forward in one step. The terrifying aura spread around like a tide, suppressing the heavens. He himself showed a big hand and grabbed the ring like a sky and rushed to stop Fang Xing from slashing towards Fusu...

At this critical moment, he had no choice but to spare no effort, even if he destroyed the ancient rifle in Yaochi!

The old god of the Yuan family took action personally, and the power of the tribulation was overwhelming. Who could resist it?

But just before his big hand, the white shadow flashed and Bai Qianzhang, the figure like a legitimate immortal, appeared...

Faced with the full force of the old immortal Yuan, he seemed so small, like a mantis arm blocking a car!

But even if the mantis arm blocked the car, he had no intention of getting out of the way. Instead, he raised his magic power and pushed it forward fiercely, supporting the sky with both hands, holding the big hand that the old immortal Yuan descended. At the same time, his voice was filled with endless sadness and anger, and he shouted at the old immortal Yuan: "It's been seven hundred years, you are still like this, you are still so partial! You are still so unfair in your actions!"

Forcibly resisting the big hand of the old immortal Yuan, Bai Qianzhang roared angrily, his white hair fluttering, like white silk in the wind...

"He is also your descendant, why are you so unfair?"

"Why do you sacrifice my baby every time?"

"Why have you never been willing to give him a fair chance?"

This sad and angry roar came into the ears of the old immortal Yuan, making his mind beat wildly.

Looking at Bai Qianzhang's sad and angry expression, his heart seemed to be pinched hard and stopped beating.

At the same time, I felt endless guilt rising in my heart, like a tide, rushing thousands of miles...

This guilty feeling caused the old immortal Yuan to pause for a moment. Fang Xing flew to the front of Mr. Fusu in this rare opportunity and slashed his Nascent Soul with a sword. Then, he heard a "click" sound. Mr. Fusu's Nascent Soul looked miserable. He looked at Fang Xing in despair, and then gradually appeared many cracks, and then a "bang" sound exploded. A ray of divine light escaped from the Nascent Soul, colorful and brilliant, shaking the heaven and earth, and rushed towards the nine heavens!

"return!"

Fang Xing was full of ecstasy and chased towards the divine light. His six arms spread out at the same time and hugged them towards the divine light.
Chapter completed!