Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

Chapter 205

"You... You are presumptuous..." The

corpse immortal glared angrily at Fang Mo.

He was a corpse immortal, an ancestor, the strongest existence in the cultivation world, and he had been so humiliated.

"Junior... Do you know who I am? The

corpse immortal spoke in a calm tone.

"Hehe, Corpse Immortal, the founding ancestor of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect thousands of years ago, infinitely close to the existence of the Yuan King Realm."

"Junior, since you know my identity, don't you hurry up and release me... I promise that I will send you a great creation, a great creation leading to the Yuan King Realm! The

corpse immortal's tone was full of temptation.

"Oh, old fellow, do you know who this seat is?" Fang Mo smiled indifferently.

"You... Who is it? The

corpse immortal looked at Fang Mo suspiciously.

"This seat was a disciple of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect a year ago, so after this calculation, this seat still has to call you an ancestor..."

Fang Mo looked at the corpse immortal playfully.

"You..."

the corpse immortal looked at Fang Mo in amazement.

He never expected that this hateful guy in front of him turned out to be a junior of his own sect!

It was this sect junior who dug himself out of the grave in order to absorb blood qi and assist him in cultivation?

"You... You are deceiving the ancestors! Great contrarian!! The

corpse immortal roared, and the temple shook.

"Old thing, this seat not only deceives and destroys the ancestors, but also razes the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect to the ground... Hahahaha..."

Fang Mo laughed.

"You... You scumbag! The

corpse immortal scolded angrily.

"Old thing, don't challenge the patience of the main seat, otherwise the main seat will turn you into a thoughtless corpse, just like him..."

Saying that, Fang Mo's right hand shook the void against Qin Feng, the previous generation sect master of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect.

In the next second, Qin Fengxie was brought to Fang Mo.

"Any idea who he is?"

Fang Mo pointed at Qin Fengxie in front of him.

"He is the sect master of the previous generation of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect, hehe."

Without waiting for the corpse immortal to speak, Fang Mo answered to himself.

When the corpse immortal heard this, he glared at Fang Mo viciously.

Fang Mo ignored the corpse immortal's anger and instead put his hand on Qin Fengxie's head.

Immediately afterwards, he saw countless bloodshots spread out from his hands and burrowed into Qin Feng's evil body.

As the blood entered his body, Qin Fengxie's body began to tremble violently.

A moment later, Qin Fengxie's body returned to calm and no longer trembled.

"Go to the corner and stay."

Fang Mo said lightly to Qin Fengxie's corpse.

As soon as the words fell, 'Qin Fengxie' suddenly opened his eyes, but his eyes were extremely empty, and then slowly walked towards the corner of the wall.

"You..."

the corpse immortal glared at Fang Mo, speechless.

There was a hint of shock in the angry gaze.

As the founding ancestor of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect, how could he not see that Qin Feng Evil had been refined into a corpse puppet at this time.

Moreover, what shocked the corpse immortals was that Qin Fengxie was a corpse of the Yuan Master Realm, and this young junior in front of him could refine it into a corpse puppet so easily!

Thinking of this, the corpse immortal finally woke up from his boundless anger and carefully looked at the junior gangster in front of him.

A moment later, the corpse immortal's pupils shook violently, and his heart was shocked.

I couldn't see through the junior in front of me, I could only see the boundless bloody qi, and the terrifying corpse mountain and blood sea scene....

This junior is too weird.

"Have you seen enough?"

A faint voice made the corpse immortal suddenly come back to his senses.

As soon as the corpse immortal raised his head, he met Fang Mo's cold gaze, and his heart tightened for no reason.

"You... You let go of the old man, the old man can teach you high-level exercises, and can break through the high-level exercises of the Yuan King Realm! The

corpse immortal's tone was not as strong as before, and there was a hint of begging in his eyes.

"No need."

Fang Mo shook his head slightly.

"You say, what do you need??"

The corpse immortal's tone was eager.

"Honza only needs you."

Fang Mo said lightly.

"You... You deceitful and ancestor-destroyer! Too much deception!! The

corpse immortal roared, and his shriveled face became more and more hideous.

In the next second, a terrifying corpse qi coercion surged out of the corpse immortal's body.

Above the entire Blood God Temple, the corpse qi condensed, pitch black, and there was a faint thunder roar inside.

Such a shocking vision made countless blood-robed demon cultivators tremble in their hearts.

Inside the main hall, the corpse was filled with qi and the air froze.

Yi Shui'er and Wei Chitu had blood in the corners of their mouths and struggled to hold on.

Even Xuan'er's eyes showed a trace of panic.

This is the coercion that belongs to the Yuan Master Realm, not the ordinary Yuan Master Realm, but the Yuan Master Realm that is infinitely close to the Yuan King Realm.

"Okay, that's it."

As Fang Mo's indifferent voice sounded, several hideous tentacles pierced straight into the body of the corpse immortal.

"Ugh!"

The corpse immortal screamed and fell to his knees.

The terrifying coercion in the hall disappeared instantly, and the terrifying vision outside the hall also dissipated.

"It is your honor to assist in the practice of this seat."

Fang Mo looked condescendingly at the corpse immortal kneeling on the ground, and said lightly.

"You..." The

corpse immortal looked at Fang Mo, his eyes full of horror.

The next moment, four long pitch-black chains penetrated the limbs of the corpse immortal, pulled it up directly into the air, and unfolded in a large shape in mid-air, firmly fixed.

"You... You deceive people too much!! Yes! The

corpse immortal looked sad and indignant, constantly struggling in mid-air.

He didn't expect that his ancestors would end up like this thousands of years later.

In the distance, Yi Shui'er and Wei Chitu looked at the corpse immortals who were constantly struggling and roaring, and swallowed their throats in unison.

The host is also too terrifying....

Even the corpse immortals were tortured like this, how strong is the master now?

"Jiu'er, you're looking at this old guy here, and you smoke him if you disobey, understand?"

Fang Mo said, handing a smaller version of the blood-colored tentacle to Jiu'er, which was covered with barbs, and blood flowed.

"Well, Jiu'er understands."

Xuan'er took the blood-colored tentacle and nodded obediently towards Fang Mo.

Fang Mo rubbed his little head and turned his head to look at Wei Chitu.

"Wei Chitu, you go to the demon boy and let him take you to familiarize yourself with the environment."

"Yes."

Wei Chitu got up and walked towards the outside of the hall.

"You come with me."

Fang Mo glanced at Yi Shui'er indifferently, turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall.

Yi Shui'er was slightly startled, and then followed with a small blush.

...

Yi Shui'er followed Fang Mo to another side hall, but the scene inside made Yi Shui'er blush with shame.

A large round bed was placed in the center of the side hall, and some women's clothes were scattered on it.

There is a hint of a beautiful smell in the air.

In other places, there were some stone tables and chairs, and some spirit fruits were placed on them.

But what puzzled Yi Shuier was that there was a swing not far away....

Why is there a swing in the room?

Isn't it supposed to go outside on swings?

Just when Yi Shui'er was puzzled, Fang Mo was already sitting on the stone chair.

"Come here."

Fang Mo hooked his finger towards Yi Shui'er, with a trace of burning in his eyes.

"Hmm."

Yi Shui'er walked in front of Fang Mo a little shyly.