Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

Chapter 183

I saw the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch stretch out his flame giant palm and firmly strangle that blood-colored tentacle.

Looking at the blood-colored tentacles that were constantly struggling, the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch's brows frowned slightly.

What the hell is this?

The whole body is scarlet, the blood is curled, and it exudes a bloodthirsty aura that makes people palpitate; It looks smooth, but it has the strength of gold, stone and iron!

Moreover, the flame attached to his Flame Giant Palm could burn even the air, but it failed to leave a trace on the blood-colored tentacles.

Weird, weird.

The Burning Heaven Demon Monarch looked at Fang Mo again and said coldly: "No matter how weird you are, this is the end of today."

After that, the flame giant palm suddenly exerted force, and that blood-colored tentacle instantly turned into a blood mist in the sky.

"Provoke Benjun, you will not be able to survive, and you will not be able to seek death!"

The voice of the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch was like nine cold ice.

"Noisy."

Fang Mo's face showed impatience, and he gently waved his hand.

In the next second, the face of the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch showed horror.

"NO!!"

The heaven-shaking roar was drowned in countless blood-colored tentacles.

...

For a long time, the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch, who was covered in blood, was rolled up in front of Fang Mo by a blood-colored tentacle.

At this time, the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch was already dying.

"You... What the hell are you... Who? The

Burning Heaven Demon Monarch spoke with difficulty, his tone full of fear.

The powerhouse of the ninth layer of his own Yuan Realm, the ceiling of the cultivation world, was actually crushed by someone!

Moreover, the other party's cultivation is obviously also the Yuan Realm Ninefold, but why is it so powerful? ?

"My name is the Blood Lord."

Fang Mo looked indifferent.

"Blood... Host? The

Burning Heaven Demon Monarch's tone was a little puzzled, obviously he had not heard of this name.

"Surrender, or die."

Fang Mo coldly interrupted the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch's thoughts.

"You..."

As soon as these words came out, the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch's face was ugly.

His own famous Heaven Burning Demon Monarch, even the Heavenly Sword Sect gave him a few points, He had suffered such humiliation.

"It seems that like the corpse king, he would rather blow himself up than surrender, then I will give you a ride."

"Slow down!!"

The Burning Heaven Demon Monarch looked panicked and roared.

What did you just hear?

Corpse-kun?

The corpse monarch was forced to self-detonate by this son??

That's a strong man of the same era as himself....

"Ben... Benjun is willing to submit...,"

the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch said tremblingly.

He didn't want to die.

He wants to live for a long time.

"Soulfire."

Fang Mo said lightly.

Hearing this, the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch offered his soul fire in a slightly humiliating manner.

Watching Fang Mo put away the soul fire, the Burning Heaven Demon Monarch's face was miserable, and he completely confessed his fate.

...

"Rakshasa, what do you say is going on in the battle above?"

The demon boy looked at the top of Heavenly Flame Mountain, his tone a little worried.

The earth-shattering flames that appeared on the Heavenly Flame Mountain just now made both of them frightened.

"The master is invincible."

The five poisonous rakshasa's tone was firm, and a flash of heat flashed in his beautiful eyes.

"That's what I said."

The demon boy spread his hands and spoke in a light tone.

After all, the Lord is a terrifying existence that can force the corpse monarch to self-detonate.

At this time, Fang Mo's figure appeared in the sight of the two, followed by a majestic man wearing a fire cloud suit.

"Master!"

"Lord!"

The five poisonous rakshas and the demon boy both knelt on one knee.

"Well."

Fang Mo bowed his head slightly.

The Five Poisons Rakshasa and the demon boy secretly used the afterlight to steal a glance at the majestic man behind Mo, and the terrifying burning sensation shocked the two of them.

Burning Heaven Demon Monarch!

The demon boy's heart was once again refreshed for Fang Mo's horror, and his gaze towards Fang Mo became more and more respectful.

And the Five Poisons Rakshasa, not to mention, Fang Mo was already fanatical and obsessed.

Not long after, a purple light cut through the sky again.

...

Half a month later.

Five poisonous swamps, blood temples.

Hundreds of blood-robed demon cultivators stood proudly, without saying a word, and the entire hall was silent.

At the top of the hall, there is a blood jade dragon chair, on which there is a faint flow of blood, strange and noble.

It's just that at this time, there is no one on the Blood Jade Dragon Chair.

Not long after, Fang Mo walked out of the inner hall in a dark red robe, followed by the beautiful Five Poisonous Rakshasa.

"Whew..."

Fang Mo's robe flicked and slowly sat down on the Blood Jade Dragon Chair.

"Lord Blood Lord, the Yuan Power is boundless!"

"Slaughter God and destroy demons, only I am respected!"

Hundreds of blood-robed demon cultivators knelt on one knee, their faces full of fanaticism.

The sound is like thunder, resounding through the sky.

"Well."

Fang Mo looked at the demon cultivators, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Take control of everything.

This is the right of the strong.

It's a wonderful feeling.

"Lord, this is the Blood Yuan Pill refined during this time, please take a look."

A blood-robed demon cultivator carefully brought up a jade box.

Fang Mo looked indifferent, slowly opened the jade box, and a huge blood qi instantly filled the entire hall.

Twelve Blood Yuan Pills, neatly and neatly.

"Good."

Fang Mo's eyes showed a hint of satisfaction.

Although they are all small cities for sacrifice, they are indeed more efficient than themselves.

As for those magic cultivators consumed during the refining process, Fang Mo did not consider them.

Seeing that Fang Mo was satisfied, those demon cultivators secretly sighed with relief in their hearts and looked happy.

"Lord, the reaction of the Heavenly Sword Sect during this time is a bit strange."

The demon boy standing in front of the demon cultivators suddenly spoke.

"Oh?"

Fang Mo raised his eyebrows.

"Lord, we frantically slaughtered the cities in the territory of the Heavenly Sword Sect during this time, but the Heavenly Sword Sect did not go all out to eliminate us, but passively defended, only increasing the number of inspectors and garrisons."

"The subordinates think this is very suspicious, and I am afraid that the Heavenly Sword Sect is brewing some kind of conspiracy."

The demon boy's tone became solemn.

When Fang Mo heard this, his face was indifferent.

Now in the entire cultivation world, there are not many who can threaten him, it may be those guys from the Yuan Master Realm.

Shangguan Hong, the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, was in retreat and could not appear.

Then there are a few people left.

Thinking of this, Fang Mo looked at the demon boy and spoke, "What is the reaction of the other major sects?"

"Back to the Lord, everyone is watching."

"En..."

Fang Mo nodded slowly, his eyes deep.

"By the way, Lord, many Demon Dao scattered cultivators have come here during this time, how to deal with this?" The demon boy spoke again.

"Do you still need to ask me about such a trifle?"

Fang Mo looked at the demon boy coldly.

"But... But as soon as they heard that they were going to hand over the soul fire, they all turned and left.

The demon boy said with a worried face.

"You let them go?"

Fang Mo stared at the demon boy tightly, his tone grim.

"Didn't... No, the subordinates did not dare to make any claims, but just imprisoned them.

The demon boy hurriedly said.

"From now on, all demon cultivators who enter the Five Poisons Swamp are unwilling to sacrifice soul fire and kill."

Fang Mo said expressionlessly.

"Yes!"

As soon as these words came out, all the demon cultivators present trembled in their hearts.

...

PS: Yesterday a reader commented on my book Our Lady, which made me angry in the middle of the night. You can criticize me for poor writing, poor stories, etc., all right, I accept it humbly. However, I can't bear to say that I have this book of the Virgin, which I wrote because I didn't like the text of the Virgin....