Chapter 85: One Man, One Snake, and One Sect! [Seeking Monthly Votes]

As more and more Qingchan Valley monks jumped out of the mountains and forests in all directions, a huge poisonous fog rose in the mountains and fields. Wherever it passed, flowers, plants and trees withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fang Wang stood on the hillside and looked up. He was completely surrounded.

He didn't

Countless poisonous insects flew from the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and the mountains and rivers gradually fell into darkness.

"Even if it's a sea of ​​fire, I will accompany you. Don't worry, I have been in the Great Sage Cave for so many years, and I have learned a lot of skills!"

Xiao Zi lay on Fang Wang's shoulder and trembled. Although her tone was weak, she had already exuded her own demonic aura and was ready to fight.

Powerful breaths burst out, and even many huge poisonous insects crawled out of the woods behind Fang Wang, including beetles, spiders, scorpions, moths, ants, long worms, etc.

A figure emerged from the rolling poisonous fog, looking down at Fang Wang who had his back to him. The man was wearing a red robe, had a burly figure, a full beard, and black and white long hair coiled under a black centipede. The two long whiskers of the centipede fluttered like phoenix wings. The poison gas around him was the most powerful.

"Fang Wang, you killed my disciple Li Hongshuang, do you admit it or not?"

The red-robed man asked coldly, his eyes full of greed.

Fang Wang tilted his head slightly, looked at him with his peripheral vision, and said, "Who are you from Qingchan Valley?"

"The master of Qingchan Valley, Pang Tuntian!" The red-robed man replied, his tone unable to conceal his murderous intent.

Fang Wang laughed sarcastically, "I didn't expect that the dignified Green Cicada Valley Master would mobilize so many troops to kill a junior like me!"

Pang Tuntian raised his right hand, blood-colored poisonous mist gushed out from his palm, and a long whip like a tentacle emerged. He said with a cold face, "Blame it on you for having the Tianyuan Treasure Spirit. If you want to live, you still have a chance."

"Kneel down and beg me to spare you. After I take over your body, I will find a new body for you and work for Green Cicada Valley in the future. How about it?"

After hearing this, Fang Wang laughed out loud.

More and more Green Cicada Valley masters approached, all of whom were in the Xuanxin realm, with a total of two or three hundred. The Green Cicada Valley disciples below the Xuanxin realm were setting up formations in the distance, all with solemn expressions.

Although they were numerous, they did not dare to take Fang Wang lightly. They believed that Green Cicada Valley could take down Fang Wang, but Fang Wang, who could kill the Great Demon King and defeat the Sword Sect, would definitely make them pay a heavy price. Who doesn't want to be dead?

"Since you don't want to, then wait for me to pull out your tendons and drain your blood. When you are extremely weak, I will forcibly take over your body!" Pang Tuntian said coldly. After that, he threw the whip and hit Fang Wang.

The strong wind tore through the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, making a harsh sound.

Fang Wang did not retreat but advanced, holding the Tiangong Ji and killing Pang Tuntian.

The battle was about to start!

The great monks of Qingchan Valley took out their own life treasures and rushed towards Fang Wang one by one.

Facing Pang Tuntian's long whip, Fang Wang ran eight steps and threw the Tiangong Ji fiercely.

Boom!

The Tiangong Ji burst out with terrifying power, breaking the long whip along the way, and killing Pang Tuntian unstoppably.

The great perfection of sword control!

And the blessing of Douzhan Zhengong!

Between the steps, Fang Wang had already activated Douzhan Zhengong. At this moment, he had put aside all distractions. He wanted to kill as many demon cultivators of Qingchan Valley as possible!

That's right, he didn't want to escape!

Pang Tuntian's face changed drastically. Facing the galloping Tiangong Ji, he instinctively raised his hands and condensed a spiritual shield.

However, the Tiangong Ji hit him strongly, directly dispersing the spiritual shield, cutting off his arms, piercing his chest, blood splattering, and pressing him to fall into the woods behind.

Fang Wang stopped almost at the same time, turned around and killed, and drew the Qingjun Sword with his right hand.

With a small number of enemies, he didn't want to consume spiritual power directly, so he decided to kill the powerful in the simplest way.

"Kill!"

Seeing Pang Tuntian being injured in one fell swoop, the great monks of Qingchan Valley changed their faces, but they still used their own unique skills to besiege Fang Wang.

Countless spells flooded Fang Wang from all directions. Fang Wang ran to the edge of the cliff and jumped up. At this moment, his eyes were so cold and firm, only the enemy.

Xiao Zi, who was lying on Fang Wang's shoulder, opened his snake mouth. The picture froze. One person and one snake fought against the demon cultivators in the sky. There was no fear on their faces.

…

In the woods.

Fang Yin walked in the middle of the team, his brows furrowed, and he felt inexplicably uneasy.

Fang Meng, who was walking beside him, noticed his expression and criticized him, "What? Are you tired already? I told you to practice more on weekdays, but you didn't listen!"

Fang Yin smiled bitterly and said, "How can I calm down if I don't achieve any results from my practice? Besides, I'm not tired, I always feel that something big is happening."

"Humph, you're talking nonsense."

Fang Meng shook his head and hummed, and continued to move forward.

At this moment, the children of the Fang family in front stopped one after another, all looking up. Fang Yin and Fang Meng looked up. The woods in this area were sparse, and they could see them when they looked up. They saw that the sky was darkening, as if thunderclouds were about to sweep in, which was very depressing.

But they didn't hear any thunder.

Fang Meng thought for a moment and said, "Okay, stop, set up a formation nearby, and prepare to rest."

The children of the Fang family had no objection, but they could not help but turn their heads to look at the sky while they were doing things.

The strange phenomenon was really terrible and made people panic.

Fang Yin stood there, looking at the horizon, and his uneasiness intensified.

For some reason, he thought of Fang Wang.

"It shouldn't be. That kid is so powerful, how could he get into trouble?"

Fang Yin thought silently, trying to comfort himself, mainly because he couldn't do anything.

At this moment, he suddenly regretted it. Shouldn't he also work hard to practice, even if he didn't have the talent, he could become stronger as much as possible?

...

The dark clouds rolled, and the sky and the earth were shrouded in endless poisonous fog. Looking around, the forests all over the mountains and plains had withered, and there were blood and corpses everywhere.

Countless demon cultivators and poisonous insects traveled in the poisonous fog, various spells bombarded the surface, gravel flew everywhere, and the poisonous fog surged violently.

Looking carefully, there was a golden figure flashing rapidly in the direction they were facing!

Boom!

The forest exploded, and a huge purple python as big as a mountain range was like a dragon emerging from the abyss. A golden figure stood on its head. It was Fang Wang.

Fang Wang condensed a golden scale white feather robe, and golden dragon energy surrounded his body. He held the Tiangong Ji in his right hand, and he was domineering, like a god from heaven descending to the earth.

There were bloodstains on the golden scale white feather robe, and Xiao Zi was also covered in wounds at this moment, but their momentum became more and more violent.

"Ten Thousand Poison Formation! Quickly raise the Ten Thousand Poison Formation!"

An old monk from Qingchan Valley stood on the head of a giant ant and shouted hoarsely. As soon as the voice fell, a sound of breaking through the air came from the dark poisonous fog in front, and a cold light flashed. The Qingjun Sword directly smashed his head.

The old corpse is not cold yet, and a new corpse is added!

Xiao Zi crushed all the way, and sword energy spurted out of his mouth, killing the demon cultivators of Qingchan Valley along the way. Wherever he passed, dust flew, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams were heard.

Fang Wang leaped up, his figure was like an eagle, holding the Tiangong Halberd in both hands and smashed down angrily. A middle-aged demon cultivator facing him raised his knife to resist, but his arms and shoulders were numb and his face was horrified.

He looked up in horror and met Fang Wang's cold eyes.

Without any harsh words, Fang Wang suddenly exerted force and directly cut off half of his body. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the middle-aged man let out a shrill and painful scream.

"Stop him!"

Pang Tuntian shouted hoarsely, his face was covered with blood, his arms were made up of countless tiny bloodworms, his right hand held a long whip, and his left hand held a large flag. While speaking, he quickly gathered, and the surging blood-colored poisonous mist killed Fang Wang like a tornado.

Fang Wang landed and rushed straight towards him, unstoppable.

While running, he quickly waved the Tiangong Ji to disperse the spells coming from all directions. Nine fireballs floated behind his head, forcing the surrounding poisonous fog to be unable to get close to him. With this rush, he directly tore a crack in the ocean of poisonous fog in the mountains.

Seeing Fang Wang coming to kill him, Pang Tuntian didn't care about being frightened. He immediately swung his long whip and smashed it on the ground. The ground broke, and wisps of blood-colored flames surged out of the surface and extended all the way to Fang Wang.

Protected by the Xuanyang nerve, Fang Wang ignored all the flames and forced through, which made Pang Tuntian extremely panic.

"This guy..."

Pang Tuntian was full of fear. He brought the power of the half sect of Qingchan Valley, but he couldn't kill Fang Wang.

How is it possible!

In the battle with the Sword Sect, didn't Fang Wang consume any energy?

No matter how strong the Tianyuan Baoling is, there must be a limit to his spiritual power!

Pang Tuntian thought of this and his eyes became fierce. He had no way to retreat and had to kill Fang Wang.

He roared angrily, and his flesh and blood body exploded, turning into countless bloodworms and killing Fang Wang with overwhelming force.

Fang Wang jumped up, and the energy around him suddenly condensed into a green dragon head. He turned into a green dragon and killed the mighty bloodworms head-on.

The sea of ​​bloodworms was directly torn apart. Fang Wang's eyes condensed, and he stabbed forward with the Tiangong halberd in his right hand.

Puff!

The halberd blade pierced Pang Tuntian's chest. It turned out that Pang Tuntian did not turn into a swarm of insects, but just hid in it.

"You..."

Pang Tuntian's eyes widened, and he looked like a ghost with blood all over his face.

Fang Wang's right arm shook, and the Tiangong halberd directly cut off his head. The endless bloodworms wanted to get close to him, but they were all burned to ashes by the nine fireballs behind his head.

The next second, Fang Wang grabbed Pang Tuntian's head and jumped out of the bloodworm storm. He took out a piece of cloth from the storage bag with his left hand, quickly wrapped his head, and then put it into the storage bag.

He turned around and rushed towards Xiao Zi with the Tiangong Ji in his hand.

The bloodworm storm dissipated, and Pang Tuntian's body fell down without a head.

"The Valley Master is dead, kill! We must avenge the Valley Master!"

A skinny man shouted angrily. His status was obviously not low. He stepped on a toad as big as a hill, surrounded by four poisonous flags, and was condensing a formation.

All the monks of Qingchan Valley who heard this had red eyes. At this point in the battle, they had forgotten their fear and only had Fang Wang and Xiao Zi in their eyes.

Fang Wang must be killed, otherwise there will be endless troubles!

Boom boom——

The earth trembled violently. The poisonous fog in the sky surged violently, condensing into a deep red sky curtain that rose up. An indescribable sense of oppression filled the sky and the earth.