Returning Soul Eighteen Claws!

As soon as this person took action, everyone present had confirmed that he must be the third master of the Demon Sect, the leader of the Demonic Ceremony, Zhao Deyan undoubtedly!

Zhao Deyan did not do it to attack Fang Ming, but to escape.

Therefore, after one move of "Zuqueque Reject", his left claws of his hands turned into a straight and rapid rushing shot, and his turbulent anger sounded! His other hand became bent and bent, melodious and slow, and transformed into thousands of killer moves.

These are the two most fierce styles of the eighteen claws of the soul, Xuanwu Crying and Qinglong's jealous Lord! They actually used them at the same time!

Such claw techniques are not witnessed with your own eyes, and no one can believe them.

"Okay, very good!"

Even though he was shrouded in the sky, Fang Ming's expression was still slow, and the wind was light and clouds were light. Suddenly, he chanted: "Xuanwu is water, and the decline is related to the form. The crooked mysterious is sentient being. If there is such a form, there is such response. ... The dragon lies in the coil without being shocked, which is auspicious form. The left mountain is squatting and will not be subdued. If it is a squid, it is like a jealousy. Therefore, the tiger is squatting and holds a corpse, and the dragon is jealous of the master."

Everyone present had a strange feeling in their hearts.

At this time, Fang Ming was like a poet strolling in the garden, looking for inspiration.

No matter how hard Zhao Deyan tried, his fingers could not even hook a corner of Fang Ming's clothes.

Such a gap is enough to make people despair!

In an instant, Zhao Deyan had already attacked 18 times, but Fang Ming avoided them all.

At this time, Zhao Deyan screamed wildly, and never dared to stop anymore. He reached out and stretched out his hand to explore his waist, shaking again, and the ever-changing diamond gun immediately pierced out straight, causing a bad wind, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

This is the weapon of his name Demon Sect and the two domains. It is dark all over. Its head is a diamond-shaped cone, and it is not afraid of the sharp weapons and sharp weapons. It is also the nemesis of swords. It can be soft or hard, with endless changes, and there is an unpredictable opportunity for ghosts and gods.

After the shot was stabbed, Zhao Deyan never looked at the result again, so he soared and fled in panic.

"What? Zhao Deyan, your master in the north doesn't want you anymore?"

Fang Ming laughed loudly, and the famous Tiandao was unsheathed again.

clang!

The tip of the Tiandao seemed to have life, and he found the weak point in Zhao Deyan's series of diamond guns and picked it out with one knife.

Zhao Deyan's body was shocked, and he felt that all the true energy he had poured into the spear was defeated and then backfired.

The breath in his body was turbid, making him unable to take advantage of the force to soar, and his body immediately fell.

Even when Fang Ming took action, Zhao Deyan felt that the gun in his hand was dead!

Although his ever-changing diamond gun is not afraid of the sharp cutting of magic weapons and is still the nemesis of swords, when the opponent becomes a heavenly sword, the ever-changing diamond gun becomes defeated instead!

"If the Demonic Success has a next life, remember not to surrender to the Turks again!"

Fang Ming shook his wrist.

The tip of the Tiandao suddenly made a complicated and incredible change, falling down along a perfect arc.

The diamond gun in Zhao Deyan's hand was broken into several pieces, his face changed and he shouted: "Wait, I'm willing to surrender..."

But before he finished speaking, Tiandao had already arrived in front of his chest and slightly lowered his heart.

The tip of the knife was about to return, and even Zhao Deyan's clothes were not pierced, but Zhao Deyan's face turned red, covering his heart, and making a sound in his mouth. Suddenly, the breath disappeared and he fell down.

The observers all knew that Song Que's sword just now, although it seemed that he did not hurt anyone, his fierce sword aura had already cut off Zhao Deyan's heart.

The heart veins were broken, and even the gods of Daluo could not be saved.

"I hope you will find the successor early, otherwise, after I kill the Liang Shidu, the Daotong of the Demonic Cemetery Sect will probably be cut off!"

Looking at Zhao Deyan on the ground with his eyes closed, Fang Ming put his knife into the sheath and said lightly.

Of course, he is not a pity to the classics of the Demon Xiang Sect.

However, if the Demonic Xiang Sect is dug, where should Meng Chixing, the Demonic Sect of the Mongyuan in the future, and the Demonic Master Pang Ban, come from?

Although Fang Ming knew in his heart that judging from his own stirring of history, the Tang Dynasty was gone, and Mongolia and the Yuan Dynasty were very likely to be extinguished by him in a cradle.

Even if Zhao Deyan left behind his inheritance, whether Meng Chixing and Pang Ban would appear in the future will be different.

"How are you thinking about the queen of Yin?"

Fang Ming kept his back to Zhu Yuyan and suddenly asked.

He used to fight against Zhao Deyan in front of Zhu Yuyan, Wuya and a group of experts from the Demon Sect. Now he turned his back to these witches, showing his unparalleled confidence in his martial arts.

"The Lord's Divine Power can kill Zhao Deyan, what else can I say?"

The dignified leader of the Demonic Sect and the third master of the Demonic Sect, he died just by saying that, which made Zhu Yuyan feel a little sad from the bottom of her heart.

"It's so good, otherwise it would be unbeautiful if the Demon Sect had fewer two factions a day!"

Fang Ming put on his robe, like an ordinary passenger, floating away like this.

Just after he left, Dugu Feng and other masters snorted provocatively and left one after another. Then they were musketeers of the Iron Armored Army and the Divine Fire Camp.

Wen Caiting and other masters of Yin Gui Sect looked at each other, knowing that with the other party's careful preparation, if they finally started, they would definitely be beaten up in one go.

"metropolitan!"

After the army left, a woman with heavy makeup but still quite colorful hurried in and saluted Zhu Yuyan and said, "Just just now, the officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty and the whole city were arrested, almost sweeping our apparent strongholds!"

Zhu Yuyan's face suddenly became gloomy.

The disciples of the Yingui Sect are also humans, and they need food and clothing, and even rouge and water, which cost even better than those of ordinary officials.

How can you cultivate a stunning talent without investing so much?

If Fang Ming cut off their financial path, it would be difficult to deal with. The Xiang family was removed before, and the wealth was gone, and the entire Demon Sect was greatly damaged.

If you do it again in the north now, Zhu Yuyan can be sure that the future expenses of the Yingui Sect will be a problem, and even the sect leader, she, had to show up in public, go to plunder and select disciples in person.

Only when the world is in chaos can there be a soil for the prosperity of the Demon Sect.

Once it is unified, even if it is transferred underground in time, it will inevitably be encircled and attacked day and night, and it will be miserable.

Not to mention, the Yingui School’s open business needs to be maintained by manpower.

Zhu Yuyan and Wuya looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

...

"This is the Evil Emperor's Relic?!"

After the Yingui Sect completely surrendered, their "sacred relics" were naturally also given to Fang Ming as spoils.

At this time, what was placed before Fang Ming was a huge copper jar.

There is also a thick layer of mercury in the copper jar. Only in this way can the waves emitted by the evil emperor's relics be completely eliminated and not sensed by the people in the Demon Sect.

From this we can see that even the Yingui School is quite lacking in confidence in protecting the holy relics.

After all, as soon as this relics appear, Shi Zhixuan will be attracted immediately.

After Zhu Yuyan and Cihang Jingzhai made a deal, they kept it secret. They must have wanted to set up a trap based on this and then lure Shi Zhixuan out after confirming that everything is safe.

If it weren't for the collapse of the Yingui Sect today, she would never have surrendered so easily.

"Evil Emperor's Relic!"

However, the Yingui Sect needs to be careful, but Fang Ming has no fear at all.

Even if everyone in the world knows that the evil emperor's relics are in his hands?

Want to trek into the palace and snatch things from him? Even if Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin join forces, they dare not say such big talk!

With a casual move, the mercury separated from the air, and a yellow crystal ball appeared at the bottom of the copper pot.

Fang Ming held the relics of the Evil Emperor, and a terrible battlefield scene seemed to be heard in his ears. These were all illusions brought about by the residual energy left by the Evil Emperors of all dynasties.

However, in front of him, the great master, this little evil spirit can only be considered to be supplemented at most.

"Good guy... the Yuan Jing accumulated here is almost the sum of my possession several times!"

Close your eyes slightly and feel the majestic Yuan Jing inside the evil emperor's relics, Fang Ming murmured.

As long as he is willing, he can absorb all the essence in the Evil Emperor at any time, thus creating an unparalleled perfect body with a majestic foundation.

"It's a pity... the essence of other people is the other people's after all!"

Even if there is no matching essence possessed by Yanwu Ling, Fang Ming would not have the idea of ​​such an alien thing.

What pure things are the essence, energy, and spirit of a human being? How can it be accepted by outsiders?

"But... with this thing in hand, you can create a few masters at will!"

Although he looked down on the Evil Emperor's relics, Fang Ming knew that for those masters who had no hope of breaking the void for life, the essence of the Evil Emperor's relics was also an extremely precious wealth.

Not to mention, Shi Zhixuan has to rely on it to cure his illness!

Although the result is even more pitiful.

"Your Majesty... Shi Zhixuan is looking for a meeting!"

Sure enough, Fang Ming had just played with the Evil Emperor's relics for a while, an internal supervisor came to report it.

"Prince!"

Fang Ming smiled.

"Your Majesty, the little minister has captured Yin Zuwen!"

Shi Zhixuan came in to salute, but his eyes were focused on the relics of the Evil Emperor, without any concealing his greed.

...

When Fang Ming showed his strength in Chang'an and suppressed him and refused to accept it.

The Song army and the Turkic war, as well as the results and influence of the Chang'an battle, were also constantly expanding and spreading out.

Tongguan.

"Mr. Ling, guess what news did I bring?"

Kou Zhong found Xu Ziling, and his face was so bitter that he seemed to eat a coptis chinensis: "Song Que defeated the Turks, beheaded 200,000 yuan, Li Yuan surrendered, the whole world's surname is Song!"

Xu Ziling was shocked, and confusion appeared rarely in his eyes.

After all, the reasons Shi Feixuan had been telling him before were that if he could not unify the world as soon as possible, he would inevitably fall into the terrible result of the Turkic invasion.

But now, the Turks have been turned over by Song Que, and the premise of all these assumptions no longer exists.

"What do you say on my dad?" Xu Ziling asked after a long time.

"What else can I say?"

Kou Zhong waved his hand and said, "Anyway, I don't want to be the emperor. I just took the opportunity to disband the Young Marshal's Army and surrender to the Song family. I will go back to Yangzhou with you to study and farm..."

A smile appeared on Xu Ziling's mouth: "I'm afraid you can't stand this temperament!"
Chapter completed!