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Chapter 212

A moment later, Fang Mo walked out from behind the hall, followed by Yi Shui'er, who was blushing a little.

"Lord!"

"Master!"

Everyone saluted respectfully.

"Well."

Fang Mo waved his hand lightly and sat down on the blood chair.

"Subordinate Wu Mo, meet the Lord!"

Wu Mo knelt on one knee, his face full of excitement.

In just one year, Fang Mo not only gathered a group of Yuan Realm powerhouses, but also beat the Heavenly Sword Sect to the point where he couldn't fight back.

This proves that he made the right choice! Although he was forced to hand over the soul fire at the beginning.

But none of this matters anymore.

"Good."

Fang Mo looked at Wu Mo with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

All along, Wu Mo has provided himself with great help and proved his worth.

"This is Wu Mo, a third-grade alchemist." Fang Mo turned his head and introduced Wu Mo to everyone.

Wei Chitu and Yi Shui'er were no strangers to Wu Mo, and their faces were as usual.

The Five Poisonous Rakshasa and the Demon Tong changed their faces slightly, and their eyes stared at Wu Mo in surprise.

Third-grade alchemists are rare, and there are only five fingers in the entire cultivation world.

Unexpectedly, the person in front of him turned out to be a third-grade alchemist, and he was still so young.

With this third-grade alchemist, wouldn't there be a guarantee for high-level pills in the future....

As soon as he thought of this, the eyes of the Five Poisonous Rakshasas and the Demon Tong became hot, and even the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch on the side narrowed his eyes.

Looking at the many fiery eyes, Wu Mo smiled indifferently.

"Wu Mo, this is the alchemy resources collected during this time and some Dan Dao techniques, handed over to you."

Saying that, Fang Mo threw the three storage rings in his hand towards Wu Mo.

The three storage rings were all loot from scavenging those cities during this time.

"Thank you, Lord!"

Wu Mo took the storage ring with an excited look.

Fang Mo bowed his head slightly.

"Delicate."

Fang Mo looked at the girl in black dress standing beside Wu Mo and called softly.

"Master."

Linglong's little hand nervously grabbed her sleeves, looking at Fang Mo with a slightly cramped look, her eyes full of excitement.

She hadn't seen her master for months, and she knew that there was no shortage of confidantes around her master, and she was so afraid that her master would forget her.

Fang Mo looked at this somewhat cramped beautiful girl, and there was a softness in his eyes.

I haven't enjoyed a delicate massage for a long time.

"Come here."

Fang Mo said lightly.

"Yes..."

Linglong's little hand gently opened the black skirt, stepped out of the snow-white and delicate calf, and carefully walked towards Fang Mo.

That kind of look that I saw pity made people feel pity.

Even the five poisonous rakshas who were women showed a trace of softness.

The demon boy on the side was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly shifted his gaze from Linglong, and secretly exhaled.

It is worthy of the Lord, and the women around him are all in the shape of the city, and they are superb in the world.

Even demon women....

"Shhh..."

Linglong was pulled into her arms by Fang Mo, her little face blushing.

Fang Mo felt the fragrant soft body in his arms, and couldn't help but knead the furry cat ears with his hand, and the corners of his mouth rose.

"Huh, it's actually the Yuan Realm?"

Fang Mo raised his eyebrows, only then did he discover the Linglong cultivation realm.

"Well, master, Linglong just broke through two days ago..."

Linglong's tone carried a little pride.

"Well, good."

Fang Mo bowed his head slightly.

Hearing Fang Mo's praise, Linglong's big eyes narrowed into a crescent moon.

"How many cities are left in the territory of the Heavenly Sword Sect now?"

At this time, Fang Mo turned his head to look at the demon boy.

"Back to the Lord, because the aborigines of many cities have poured into the seven main cities to seek refuge, there are not many remaining cities except for the seven main cities."

Speaking of this, the demon boy paused, glanced at Fang Mo, who was expressionless, and continued to speak:

"Within three days, the subordinates guarantee that there are only seven main cities left in the territory of the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

"Okay, Honza gives you three days."

...

At the same time, Ling Xiaozi was heading towards the Five Poisons Mountain Range with countless disciples of Xiaoyaomen.

"What's that about?"

Ling Xiaozi stood on the flying boat, looking at the countless people in the field below with a look of trepidation, hurriedly, frowning and asking.

"Alas... Sect Master, those people all escaped from the territory of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"In the past few months, the territory of the Heavenly Sword Sect has almost been turned into a purgatory by the Blood Lord, and countless people will be slaughtered every day."

"In order to survive, the rest of the people all hid in the Seven Main Cities, and some simply escaped directly from the Heavenly Sword Sect region, just like these people below..."

A Daoist elder behind Ling Xiaozi spoke solemnly.

"This Blood Lord is simply a human demon! The old man will kill him with his own hands and eliminate harm for the world! Ling

Xiaozi's face was full of anger and said indignantly.

The current Ling Xiaozi regretted that he hadn't stopped that blood lord earlier, allowing him to kill so many lives.

As a result, countless people have been displaced.

"Speed up!"

Ling Xiaozi's face was livid, and he said in a deep voice.

...

Two hours later, the speed of the flying boat dropped sharply.

I saw that the sky directly in front of the flying boat became pitch black, the wind surged and the thunder flashed.

The divine thunder roared, and the sound shook Jiuxiao, making people tremble.

Seeing this scene, Ling Xiaozi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stood with his hands in his hands.

"Sect Master Ling, don't come unharmed."

In the depths of the thunder, a flying boat slowly sailed out, and on it stood a middle-aged man with a majestic face.

"Lei Shengyu..."

Ling Xiaozi whispered, his expression gloomy.

"City Lord Lei, what do you mean by this?"

Ling Xiaozi said in a deep voice.

As soon as the words fell, a powerful and invisible Haoran righteous qi swept out from Ling Xiaozi's body, filling the heavens and the earth.

"Sect Master Ling, Lei Mou just came to save you." Lei Shengyu said lightly.

"Save me?"

Ling Xiaozi was stunned, and then instantly looked at Lei Shengyu with a livid face.

This is an insult to one's own red fruit!

And in front of the disciples of the entire sect.

"Lei Shengyu, you are excessive!"

Saying that, a white streamer hit Lei Shengyu.

The white streamer was filled with a vast ethereal meaning, like a divine light, cutting through the pitch-black firmament and directly hitting the thunder holy feather.

Seeing this, Lei Shengyu's pupils shrank.

I saw that his right hand was slightly raised, and the thunder light flashed on his fingertips, and in an instant, a brilliant thunder that ran through Jiuxiao was formed.

Looking at the terrifying thunder mixed with a trace of heavenly power, the faces of countless Xiaoyaomen disciples changed greatly, and their hair stood up.

With the light finger of Lei Shengyu, that azure thunder was like a thunder dragon going out to sea, facing the white streamer.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The terrifying aftermath caused the flying boat in the air to shake violently, and a group of Xiaoyaomen disciples lay on the deck in panic.

"Sect Master Ling, you misunderstood! Listen to Lei finish speaking. Lei

Shengyu saw that Ling Xiaozi wanted to strike again, and hurriedly stopped it.

"Well?"

Ling Xiaozi stopped moving and looked at Lei Shengyu with a slight frown.

Seeing that Ling Xiaozi no longer struck, Lei Shengyu's face relaxed slightly, and he slowly said: "Sect Master Ling, do you know that not long ago, the Immortal Ancestor was born!"

"What! The immortal ancestor was born?! Ling

Xiaozi's pupils shook violently.

The Immortal Old Ancestor was a powerhouse of the same era as himself, and he was also the only Yuan Master Realm dispersal cultivator besides the five sect masters!

It's just that the immortal ancestor didn't disappear hundreds of years ago?

How did it suddenly come out?

Lei Shengyu looked at Ling Xiaozi, who was full of shock, sighed slightly, and said in a deep voice: "

The Immortal Old Ancestor was not only born, but also entered the Five Poisons Mountain Range some time ago, and his whereabouts are still unknown!"