Fang Yi was also responsible for his actions. He wrapped the explosion space with a ball of spiritual power, and even the blood that exploded from Zhi's body did not splash out. Then, flames ignited from the ball of spiritual power, burning the fragments into ashes. The flames kept evaporating, and even the ashes completely evaporated.

During the confrontation, no matter how Lian Zhi made a sophist, Fang Yi was not in a hurry at all, because Fang Yi had already made up his mind, and whether Lian Zhi admitted it or not, he could not escape death.

Fang Yi made a very quick move, until Lian Zhi's body exploded, and Yan Jinglun's three supreme elders reacted. Yan Jinglun was even more angry and embarrassed: "Fang Yi, no evidence, slaughter my former sect leader of Zixiao Palace. Even if Zheng Lin comes in person today, Yan will seek justice..."

Although Yan Jinglun also felt that Lian Zhi had a problem, Fang Yi was so unfounded and even attacked him in front of him. In particular, Liao Qiu and Lei Gangyi were there and spread it out. Not only did he lose all his face, he could not explain to his disciples.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he could not swallow this breath. He flipped his palm and a three-inch sword burning with black flames was suspended in his palm. The black flame lingered and the spiritual power was about to exhale.

"Report to the Supreme Elder, Guiyuan Zong Qin Xiu asked for a visit."

Just then, the voice of a disciple came from outside the sect.

"No." Yan Jinglun shouted angrily, his eyes seemed to be about to spew out of fire, and he was about to take action.

"Stop and stop..." Seeing Yan Jinglun's tense look, Liao Qiu quickly stood up to smooth things over and stopped Yan Jinglun and said, "It's almost two thousand years old, calm down. Qin Xiu asked for a meeting at this time. I guess there must be important things. You can let go of your personal grudges first."

Liao Qiu stood on Fang Yi's side. Seeing Lian Zhi rushing to answer the conversation and describing a blood-colored sword, he understood which is right and wrong. However, Lian Zhi said it himself. Fang Yi's introduction was not considered evidence. However, Liao Qiu did not expect that Fang Yi would do so simply that he would not leave any face for Yan Jinglun.

"Come in quickly." Liao Qiu ordered Yan Jinglun to his disciples to come to Guiyuan Sect, but Lei Gangyi couldn't say anything.

The disciples outside the sect did not dare to disobey Yan Jinglun's orders, but they did not dare to openly disrespect Liao Qiu. When they were in a dilemma, Yan Jinglun pondered and said, "Please."

He glared at Fang Yi, put away his flying sword, swayed his robe sleeve and sat on the chair, humming and panting.

Qin Xiu stepped into the room with one foot and felt the atmosphere in the room a little nervous. In addition to the Supreme Elder of the three major sects, Fang Yi, the successor of the Taoist Sect, was also there. What surprised him even more was that he could no longer see Fang Yi's cultivation at this moment.

"Greetings to the three masters." After Qin Xiu came in, he saluted the three Supreme Elders, and then faced Fang Yi and asked tentatively: "Would I call Uncle Fang?"

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"You are polite to Master Qin." Fang Yi smiled and said, "It's better to call us Fang Yi."

"No." Hearing Fang Yi say this, Qin Xiu is sure that Fang Yi's cultivation has reached the level of the Nascent Soul, so he ceremonially follows the rules: "Qin Xiu has met Uncle Fang."

After performing his salute, Qin Xiu couldn't help but sigh in his heart that when he saw Fang Yi a few years ago, he was only in the late stage of foundation building. Now he has broken through to the Nascent Soul realm. This speed of practice is almost as fast as storytelling.

"Qin Xiu, what's the matter when I came to Zixiao Palace?" Before Yan Jinglun could speak, Lei Gangyi asked on his behalf.

"Oh..." Qin Xiu was amazed when he saw Fang Yi, and almost forgot about his work. He bowed and bowed to Yan Jinglun: "Senior Yan, I wonder how Senior Brother Lian is injured? Tan wants to ask Senior Brother Lian for help if you have something to do."

"Look for Lian Zhi again?" When Yan Jinglun mentioned Lian Zhi, he didn't even get angry, and he had no good expression on Qin Xiu: "If you have anything, tell me first."

"That's right." Qin Xiudao: "Guiyuan Sect caught a detailed work that specializes in doing things for the demon cultivators. I would like to ask Senior Brother Lian to use the technique of searching the soul to find out some details."

"What did you say?" Yan Jinglun suddenly stood up, his eyes shot at Qin Xiu like lightning: "Tell me clearly, who has practiced the soul searching technique?"

"This... Master Yan doesn't know?" Qin Xiu asked tentatively: "When the devil's cultivators were calmed down from all sects in the world of cultivators, even the senior brother used the soul search technique to break the conspiracy of the demon's cultivators."

Looking at Qin Xiu, then Fang Yi, Yan Jinglun sat down dejectedly, feeling hatred in his heart, gritted his teeth and said, "Rebellious..."

Qin Xiu didn't understand why, and was about to ask, but Lei Gangyi said, "Qin Xiu, we already know the matter, you can go back first."

"Yes." Seeing that something was wrong with the people in the room, Qin Xiu was also tactful and left the hall as he said, leaving Zixiao Palace. He came and went quickly, as if he was here specifically for Fang Yi to testify.

"I offended many words just now, I hope Junior Brother Fang forgives me." Yan Jinglun's eyebrows were lowered, as if he had grown ten years old at this moment. Although he had doubts about Lian Zhi, there was no evidence after all. Now the truth was revealed, but it was extremely cruel.

A single wisdom is not worth jealous, but the sect leader of Zixiao Palace openly practices the soul-searching technique. If such a thing is spread, Zixiao Palace will definitely be discredited.

"Mr. Fang only cares about aggrievance and hits Senior Brother Yan, and there is something wrong with it." Yan Jinglun took the initiative to make concessions, and Fang Yi also took a step back. Yan Jinglun, who is nearly two thousand years old, is still full of passion and is determined to compete with the demon cultivator. Fang Yi only admires such a person and will not have any opinions on Yan Jinglun because of Lian Zhi's affairs.

"Senior Brother Liao, the demon cultivator, what is the distribution now?" Lian Zhi's matter was settled, and Fang Yi began to ask about the demon cultivator.

"There are nineteen known demon cultivators, one of them has just been killed by you, and there are eighteen, and there are twenty strongholds in total." Liao Qiu's hand shook, and a map of the cultivator realm floated in the air, marked with red places, all of which were occupied by demon cultivators.

"We are just discussing that the three sects have all their strength to attack the demon cultivators according to this route. The nine people took action at the same time. Even if they encounter three or four demon cultivators on the other side, we are sure to kill them."

Yan Jinglun regained his spirit and reached out to draw a clearing route on the map that had been designed.

Fang Yi nodded and asked again: "What is the situation of the monster beast clan? Where are the peak demon kings distributed?"

"The Monster Clan?" Liao Qiu didn't understand why Fang Yi asked about the distribution of the Monster Clan, but he still pointed out the distribution of the Monster Clan for Fang Yi, and there were still twelve peak demon kings.

Fang Yi closed his eyes, recalled every mark on the map in his sea of ​​consciousness, and then opened his eyes after confirming that it was correct.

"Junior Brother Fang, what are the countermeasures?" Lei Gangyi was quite anxious. Seeing Fang Yi frowning and thinking, he couldn't help asking.

Three Nascent Soul Cultivators who were nearly two thousand years old were surrounded by Fang Yi, who was only over fifty years old, and they were looking forward to what Fang Yi could do, which seemed a bit weird.

However, neither Liao Qiu nor Yan Jinglun nor Lei Gangyi felt that there was anything wrong. The successor of the Taoist sect was originally the key to leading the cultivators from the difficulties. Before, Fang Yi's cultivation was low and he did not enter their eyes. Now that Fang Yi's cultivation reached the Nascent Soul, his true strength is probably above any Nascent Soul Soul cultivator in the Cultivator Realm.

"There is a solution." Fang Yi still frowned and thought carefully. With his current strength and the Five Elements Locking Empty Formation, if there are two or three Nascent Soul cultivators to assist, he will definitely be able to sweep all Nascent Soul cultivators at the Nascent Soul realm.

However, this method also has flaws. The twenty strongholds occupied by the magic cultivators are not piled up together. As long as one stronghold is broken, the magic cultivators in other strongholds will have enough time to hide and even temporarily retreat to other small worlds. As the saying goes, cutting grass without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze blows, Fang Yi does not want to leave any trouble, it is best to eradicate them in one go.

Or maybe Fang Yi himself did not come forward, and mainly focused on the nine Supreme Elders of the three major sects, and followed the route designed by Yan Jinglun bit by bit. This would definitely attract more Nascent Soul cultivators. However, in this way, the cultivator world would inevitably suffer losses, and it would be difficult to attract the demon cultivator at the level of the God-Distraction Stage. It is not a good idea.

"Try it." After a long time, Fang Yi only said three simple words.

"How many people are needed?" Yan Jinglun said: "If someone needs to be used as bait, we can start with our older age."

"No need." Fang Yi waved his hand and said, "Rong Fang would try it first. If it doesn't work, I'll bother several Supreme Elders."

"No man is needed?" Liao Qiu, Yan Jinglun and Lei Gangyi looked at each other, not understanding what Fang Yi was thinking.

Fang Yi left Zixiao Palace and moved instantly to a mountain range occupied by the monster clan according to the marks on the map.

"Golden Python King..." Fang Yi stood on the top of the mountain, condensed his spiritual power into a sound, spreading around.

"Damn it, who is calling me?" The Golden Python King is more than two meters tall, naked with a golden upper body, full and strong muscles, exuding a metallic luster. The pants on his legs are also golden, with messy hair and beard, looking like a strong man in grass.

The Golden Python King looked up and down at Fang Yi and sneered: "Little guy, you are the Nascent Soul who has just been promoted. Today, Grandpa, I am in a good mood. Let's go quickly. Grandpa, I will let you have a way out."

"A python, I'm so arrogant." Fang Yi smiled arrogantly, but his spiritual sense quietly attacked the Golden Python King.

After being despised by Fang Yi, seeing Fang Yi's arrogant appearance again, the Golden Python King seemed to feel that his majesty was being provoked, and he immediately said angrily: "Little guy, seeking death."

As soon as the word "seeking death" was called out, the Golden Python King suddenly felt his spiritual consciousness was in a daze. Although it was only a moment, when the spiritual consciousness woke up, he felt a hint of chill on his neck. As the peak demon king, he knew that there was a hole in his neck without having to observe it specifically.

Looking at Fang Yi again, he stood there with his hands in his arms from beginning to end, and seemed to have never moved too much.

A drop of cold sweat was left on the forehead, and the wound on the neck had also recovered. The Golden Python King retreated nearly a thousand meters, looked at Fang Yi like a monster, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

Just now, the Golden Python King saw that Fang Yi's bone age was not long, and it was less than a hundred years. Therefore, he concluded that Fang Yi was a new Nascent Soul cultivator, but he did not expect that the other party had not moved at all, which had hurt him. Moreover, it seemed that the other party was still showing mercy, otherwise his body and head would have been separated.

"The successor of the Taoist sect, Fang Yi." Fang Yi said: "I'll send a message to Bai Ze. Tomorrow, in Shen, Fang will wait for the big horse on Liusu Mountain to decide the outcome."

"The successor of the Taoist sect?"

When he heard the successor of the Taoist Sect, the Golden Python King couldn't help but be scared. As the peak demon king, he naturally knew the meaning of the four words "The Successor of the Taoist Sect". It was the nemesis of the monster clan. The Golden Python King was even a little scared. He actually called the successor of the Taoist Sect one by one. Fortunately, the other party was not angry and let him go, as if he was afraid that Fang Yi would regret it. The Golden Python King immediately tore the space and left.

Liusu Mountain has no tall trees, most of which are grass about a foot long, covering the low mountains. Fang Yi closed his eyes and sat cross-legged among the grass, allowing the breeze to blow.

"Fang Yi..." In the afternoon, a 12 or 3-year-old boy appeared out of thin air. He was wrapped in a dress woven by grass leaves, and his bare feet were on the grass leaves. The weak grass leaves supported the boy's body fluttering in the wind, as if he had no weight.

This young man is the leader of the monster clan, Bai Ze.

"Speaking of it, I should call you senior." Fang Yi opened his eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Fang Yi's words are not wrong. Bai Ze's previous opponent is his master, Zheng Lin Zhenren. In terms of this, he is indeed Fang Yi's senior.

"Now is not the time to get close." Bai Ze said: "I didn't expect Fang Yi, you will reach the Nascent Soul Realm so quickly. I saw you a few years ago, so it's better to be the late stage of foundation building."

"Things before are not important." Fang Yi's robe floated: "But no matter what, I have to say thank you."

"No need." Bai Ze waved his hand and returned the original words: "The things in the past are no longer important, let's do it."

"Are you not tired after fighting for more than 10,000 years?" Fang Yi did not take action and continued: "It's better for us to change the battle."

"Oh?" Bai Ze seemed to be interested and asked, "What are you going to fight?"

Fang Yi stretched out his finger and pointed to the sky: "What do you think of the spiritual energy of the world in the world today in the cultivator world?"

Bai Ze frowned, not knowing why Fang Yi asked this, but he still replied: "The situation is getting worse and worse."

"Around the New Year, there may be no spiritual energy." Fang Yi asked: "Does the monster clan want to occupy such a world? I'm afraid it's not as good as a 100,000 mountains at that time."

"What do you want to say, don't beat around the bush." ​​Bai Ze was a little impatient. As a monster, he liked simpler and more direct things.

"Whether the cultivators in the world of cultivators or the monsters in the 100,000 mountains."

Fang Yi said: "If you want to practice, whether you are a cultivator or a monster, you cannot do without the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. But now the demon cultivators are destroying all this and gradually transforming the world of cultivators into a world that is more suitable for their survival. They are our common enemies."

"What then?" Bai Ze smiled and said, "You want to convince me to join forces to kill those demon cultivators?"

"No, no, no..." Fang Yi waved his hand: "Now, the demon cultivators occupy twenty sects in the cultivator world, a total of nineteen cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm. I killed one of them a few days ago, and there were eighteen left. Let's bet on one, who can kill more Nascent Soul Cultivators, how about it?"

Bai Ze tilted his head and looked at Fang Yi, like an idiot: "There is a word among humans called Yelang's arrogance, which may be someone like you."

"I can feel that there is a strong man in the divine stage among the demon cultivators. Just as I can feel him, he can also feel me. If I take action, the breath will lead to that divine stage. At that time, whether it is the monster clan or the human cultivator, they will probably be destroyed."

"I also know that the other party has a divine stage. I want you to take action, but it is also to lure him out." Fang Yi made a frank statement: "Fang might as well say that I have the means to kill these magic cultivators with one blow, but this method consumes too much and there is only one chance. Therefore, someone must help me lure the divine stage cultivator out of me."

Bai Ze raised his eyebrows after hearing this: "Take it serious?"

If you have the opportunity to eliminate the demon cultivators, Bai Ze will naturally be happy to do it. Without Fang Yi's reminder, Bai Ze can also understand that the demon cultivators are their biggest enemy, but if the monster clan had devoted his efforts to attack the monster clan, there would inevitably be a lot of losses. In the game between the three parties, it is necessary to preserve their own strength as much as possible to be the king.

But if Fang Yi had the means to kill all these demon cultivators, especially the powerful man in the God-Distraction Stage, Bai Ze was willing to cooperate.

"Take it seriously!" Fang Yizheng pointed: "It depends on whether you believe it or not, or whether you dare."

"I believe." Bai Ze was surprisingly without any doubt about what Fang Yi said. Seeing Fang Yi's doubts, Bai Ze said: "The ancestors of all generations have no one who speaks nonsense. You and Lord Immortal Beasts are friends, and it will not be so, so I believe in you."

"But." Bai Ze changed his tone: "After the demon cultivator was killed, there was still a battle between you and me, and the trump card was exposed in advance, so I would not be polite."
To be continued...