Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

Chapter 300

Si Konglian looked at Wei Chitu, who stood up shakily, his face livid.

Damn, what kind of freak is this guy, obviously he is a four-fold cultivator of the Yuan Master Realm, and he is even more difficult than the guy in the Yuanshi Realm Ninefold!

You must know that the punch you had just made, even the ordinary cultivators of the Yuan Master Realm Nine Heavy did not dare to hard connect, but this guy in front of him seemed to be fine.

No way.

Can't fight anymore.

Sikong Lian swept away the afterlight, and if he continued to fight, his flying boat would have to be completely scrapped.

Although I don't care about a small flying boat, but....

Si Konglian subconsciously glanced at the dark cabin in the distance, his expression gloomy.

"Boom!"

In the next second, Si Konglian's whole person flew out upside down.

"Hmph, fighting with Lao Tzu and daring to lose your mind, it's really unbeatable!"

Wei Chitu shook his fist at Sikong Lian on the ground and snorted coldly.

"You!"

Sikong Lian covered his face and glared viciously at Wei Chi Tu.

"What are you, little bald head, eat Lao Tzu's punch again!"

"Wait!"

At a critical moment, Si Konglian raised his hand and interrupted Wei Chitu, who wanted to strike again.

"Well? Scared by Lao Tzu?

Wei Chi Tu looked at Si Konglian suspiciously.

Hearing this, Sikong Lian's face turned livid, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the emotions that were about to erupt.

"Today I confess, stop here, quickly disappear from me."

Sikong Lian said coldly.

"What?"

Wei Chitu was slightly startled, and some did not react.

"Little bald head, are you being beaten stupidly by Lao Tzu?"

Hearing this, Si Konglian clenched his fists and stared at Wei Chitu deadly, without saying a word.

This bastard, if he didn't have his own scruples, he would kill this guy today if he said anything!

"You'd better think about it, otherwise the consequences are not something you can bear!"

Si Konglian gritted his teeth and looked at Wei Chitu, his voice full of threats.

"Lao Tzu considers your ancestors! Death to Lao Tzu! Wei

Chitu swung his casserole-sized fist and smashed it at Si Konglian.

Seeing this, Si Konglian's face was ugly.

He had never seen such an inch-reaching fellow.

I have already admitted that this guy is still unforgiving, it is simply too deceptive!

"Enough."

Just as Si Konglian was about to give it a go, a faint voice came from above the pit.

As the voice fell, Wei Chitu's offensive came to an abrupt end.

Seeing this, Si Konglian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked up.

I saw that next to the pit, an expressionless cold handsome man appeared.

"Lord!"

Wei Chitu looked respectful.

Hearing this, Sikong Lian's pupils on the side shrank sharply.

Lord?

This freak actually called this cold handsome man lord...

"Who the hell are you?"

Si Konglian stared at Fang Mo closely and said in a deep voice.

He found that not only could he not sense any breath from Leng Junman, but also a strong palpitation surged in his heart.

This made Si Konglian a little uneasy.

"Who we are, you don't need to know, Honza is very interested in you."

"Oh no, to be precise, this seat is interested in your righteous father."

Fang Mo looked at Si Konglian condescendingly and said with a smile.

"Hmph, a guy who doesn't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth, dare to mention my righteous father!"

Sikong Lian said coldly.

"Oh, yes?"

Fang Mo glanced at Si Konglian lightly, and his five fingers opened slightly.

In the next second, Sikong Lian's face changed greatly.

He only felt a terrifying power descend, imprisoning his whole body and unable to move.

Immediately afterwards, his body was like a puppet, rising up the pit little by little.

"Yuan King Realm!"

Si Konglian's eyes finally showed a trace of panic.

He never expected that this young man in front of him would be the Yuan King Realm.

"What the hell are you?!"

"You dare to move me, you are not afraid that my righteous father will kill you!"

Si Konglian looked at Fang Mo in front of him and asked sharply.

"Noisy."

Fang Mo flicked his fingers, and a slender blood-colored tentacle suddenly wrapped around Si Konglian's neck.

The tighter it gets.

"Ho... Ho..."

Si Konglian's face turned red, and a painful moan came out of his throat.

"This..." The

Heavenly Operator in the distance looked at this scene, his mouth slightly open, and his face was full of incredulity.

The famous Sikong Lian had no power to resist in Fang Mo's hands...

"Now, Honza gives you two options."

Fang Mo looked at Si Konglian who was struggling with a smile.

"To live or to die."

"Live... Live..."

Si Konglian looked at Fang Mo with horror on his face, and spoke with difficulty.

"Well, good, you made a good choice." A smile of appreciation appeared on Fang Mo's face.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-colored tentacle disappeared.

"Ahem..."

Si Konglian gulped in the air, his face full of expressions of the aftermath of the disaster.

At that moment, it was the first time in his life that he was so close to death.

"I... I was wrong, I was willing to give all my wealth, please... Please let me go!

Si Konglian looked at Fang Mo with fear, his voice full of begging.

It was not that he had never encountered a Yuan King Realm cultivator, because of the fierce name of his righteous father Si Kongzhen, those Yuan King Realm cultivators he had encountered in the past did not dare to take what to do with themselves, and even those sects turned a blind eye.

How could he have encountered such a murderous Yuan King Realm as Fang Mo, and his righteous father's reputation was not good.

Knowing this, he would never come to provoke this terrifying guy.

At this moment, Si Konglian's intestines were repentant.

"Honza is not interested in your net worth." Fang Mo smiled and shook his head.

"That... So what do you want?

"You don't have to speak, as long as I can do it, I will do it!"

Si Konglian looked at Fang Mo eagerly.

"Honza wants your soul fire."

Fang Mo said softly.

As soon as these words came out, Si Konglian's face changed abruptly.

"You... Too much deception!

"Are you really not afraid that my righteous father will kill you?!"

Si Konglian's eyes were full of anger when he looked at Fang Mo.

To give one's soul fire means to lose one's freedom and be subject to others.

This was simply a great shame for Sikong Lian.

"Since you don't want to, then you go to die."

Fang Mo waved his hand expressionlessly, and Si Konglian fell into the pit again, and the whole person smashed heavily at the feet of Wei Chitu.

"Wei Chitu, give you thirty breaths, and this seat will see a pile of mashed meat."

There was not a trace of emotion in Fang Mo's voice.

"Lord, it won't take so long, twenty breaths will be enough! Hehe..."

Wei Chitu twisted his wrist and looked at Si Konglian on the ground with a sinister smile.

Looking at Wei Chitu's terrifying smile, Si Konglian's face turned pale and he sweated coldly.

"Wait! I... I am willing to give my soul fire!

After all, unable to bear the fear of death, Sikong Lian raised his head and shouted at Fang Mo.

...

Next to the pit, Fang Mo stood with his hands in his hands.

Beside him stood Wei Chitu, Si Konglian, and the demon boy who had just woken up from his coma.

"Honza will go to Rock City next, I won't need you for the time being, and when you need it, Honza will transmit to you."

As he spoke, Fang Mo took out a transmission note.

"Lord... Lord.

Si Konglian's voice was a little awkward, obviously not used to this kind of title.

"Well?"

Fang Mo's gaze fell on Si Konglian.

"Lord, in fact, his subordinates are also going to Rock City..."

said Si Konglian and glanced at the dark cabin below.