Proficiency is fixed at 100, I am invincible!

Phew~

The three-pointed two-edged gun in Fang Hong's hand pierced Song Shizhao's heart directly.

Song Shizhao, who was still begging for mercy, suddenly stopped.

He looked down at the gun blade on his chest that pierced his heart.

"Ahem~"

Song Shizhao spit out a mouthful of blood.

Looking up at Fang Hong, Song Shizhao's eyes were a little dazed.

"Am I wrong?"

"I just don't want to die, what's wrong with me?"

Song Shizhao looked at Fang Hong and asked with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Facing Song Shizhao's questioning, Fang Hong's face was no longer as angry and annoyed as before.

Extraordinarily calm!

Fang Hong would be angry with his enemy and wanted him to die.

But after killing the opponent, he will not worry about the enemy who is already dead.

That's a waste of your brain cells.

For Fang Hong, this word is inexplicably appropriate and consistent.

You plotted against me, so I killed you and silenced your whole family.

Isn't this a very reasonable thing?

Why do you still want to remember him after he is dead?

So when faced with his question, Fang Hong looked very calm.

"You are wrong, I don't know."

"But judging from the results, you must have made a mistake by provoking me."

Fang Hong said very calmly.

Hearing this, Song Shizhao smiled, not sure whether he was laughing at himself or expressing something.

"I think I'm right."

"I just misjudged your strength. I didn't expect you to be so strong."

Speaking of this, Song Shizhao's eyes were filled with brilliance.

"And I can truly step into the Dharma and experience the beauty of the Dharma."

"Even if it's only for a short time."

"I have no regrets."

Song Shizhao said with a smile, this time his smile was full of relief and freedom.

Hearing this, Fang Hong's eyes changed.

"Yeah, then congratulations."

As he finished speaking, a stream of three-color Qi surged out of Fang Hong's hand.

Along the three-pointed two-edged spear, it spread to Song Shizhao's body.

His body, bones, blood, spirit, soul, thoughts, true spirit, and all other fundamentals of existence must be eliminated.

I have been searching for the place where the turtle sleeps for hundreds of years, and I have worked so hard to achieve it.

Abandoning his dignity and scheming against Fang Hong, he finally succeeded in entering the place where the turtle sleeps.

He even got his wish, successfully transformed into a demon, and stepped from the peak of the heavenly realm to the realm of Dharma.

But now, in the face of death.

Under the dissolution and obliteration of the three colors of true energy.

None of this makes sense anymore.

Watching Song Shizhao completely die under his own Qi, leaving no residue.

Fang Hong's eyes narrowed slightly.

Although he was angry at Song Shizhao's calculations, what Song Shizhao did did make him a little emotional.

The road to martial arts is really cruel.

In Fang Hong's view, Song Shizhao's approach was absolutely correct.

I'm going to die, I don't care about you.

No matter how he entered the place where turtles sleep, it was not a matter of calculation.

How to fight for that glimmer of hope?

If he didn't strike first, he would honestly follow Fang Hong into the turtle's resting place.

He still can't survive.

Because if it were some other little treasure, it would be okay for him to drink the soup along with it.

But Fang Hong couldn't give up such a precious treasure as the turtle's remains to him.

This is the treasure, and this is the only treasure that can keep him alive.

So he has to fight!

As for Fang Hong, he gave him the huge turtle shell.

Just kidding, Fang Hong is not a saint, why should he give it to you?

Just because you're going to die?

What does it have to do with me whether you die or not?

So Song Shizhao always had and had only one choice.

That is to strike first and take a gamble.

If you lose the bet, you die.

If you win the bet, you will not only live a long life, but also your strength will increase dramatically.

And now, obviously, he lost.

He lost because Fang Hong was too strong.

At this time, the old turtle on the mountain in the distance looked at Fang Hong with horror in his eyes.

"Inhuman, inhuman."

"This kid is too fierce."

"What level of magical power is that ray of light? It can actually explode with such terrifying power?"

"Even the remaining dharma of Handan'er can be completely disintegrated. It's incredible!"

The old turtle man was a little distracted and kept marveling.

Whenever he thought of the mysterious beauty of the stream of light just now, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

And just when he was in a daze.

The entire secret realm trembled again.

Especially the speed of space collapse at the edge of the secret realm has accelerated again.

The old turtle suddenly came back to his senses.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that it was Fang Hong who was cutting off the connection between the huge turtle shell and the secret realm and collecting it.

"Boy from Zhou Tianxian Sect, stop now!"

The old turtle shouted and then disappeared directly.

"Um?"

At the same time, this voice sounded directly around Fang Hong.

Fang Hong suddenly looked around cautiously.

Then a hunched old man's figure appeared in front of him.

"I told you to stop first!"

When he saw Fang Hong looking at him warily, but he didn't stop picking up the turtle shell in his hand.

The old turtle suddenly shouted again with a black line on his head.

"Huh? Are you talking to me?"

Fang Hong pointed at himself with an innocent look on his face, with a puzzled look on his face.

Well, the movements of my hands still haven't stopped.

And looking at this suddenly appearing illusory old man, Fang Hong's mind instantly emerged with countless thoughts.

His body is illusory, is it a spirit? Soul? Or something else?

Using the Moon Seal and the Star Seal should be able to cause damage to him.

A series of thoughts on how to kill the other party kept circling in Fang Hong's mind.

And looking at Fang Hong's actions that still did not stop.

And his familiar dangerous eyes looking at him.

The face of the old man Shengui became darker.

"Otherwise, I'm not talking to you, but to the ghost?"

"You people of Zhoutian Xianzong still don't know the etiquette at all!"

The old man Shengui scolded very dissatisfiedly.

Hearing this, Fang Hong raised his eyebrows slightly.

It seems that he is not here to cause trouble.

And Zhoutian Xianzong?

Hearing this name that he had never heard of, Fang Hong's eyes flashed with a subtle doubt.

But the action of his hand stopped.

"Aren't you a disciple of Zhoutian Xianzong?!"

Although the doubt in Fang Hong's eyes was not subtle, it was still seen by the old man Shengui.

He asked in surprise.

Hearing this, Fang Hong did not hide it anymore.

"Senior, I am a disciple of Xinghe Sect. As for the Zhoutian Immortal Sect you mentioned, I have never heard of it."

Hearing this, the old man Shengui looked very surprised.

"Never heard of Zhoutian Immortal Sect?!"

"That's strange, but the technique you practice is indeed the sect-stabilizing technique of Zhoutian Immortal Sect?"

"I practice the fundamental method of our sect, not the immortal sect technique that senior said."

Fang Hong answered very honestly, but he already had a guess in his heart.

He said that the origin of Xinghe Sect is not simple.

Otherwise, why would the techniques of the three veins automatically merge into an incomplete Zhoutian Xuanyuan Immortal Sutra.

Hearing Fang Hong's words, and thinking of the place where he fell, it was an extremely remote place.

In addition, the sect where this kid was was called Xinghe Sect.

The old man Shengui soon guessed what was going on.

It is estimated that a disciple of Zhoutian Xianzong drifted here and then established the sect.

"I said it, no matter how careless Zhoutian Xianzong is, it is impossible to let such a monstrous and talented disciple like you drift away."

"You should be one of the branches of Zhoutian Xianzong that drifted away."

A branch of Zhoutian Xianzong that drifted away?

Fang Hong heard this, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"I wonder who the senior is?"

The old man Shengui heard this, his expression was a little complicated and surprised.

"My name, I am already a dead person, there is no need to mention it again."

"But when I first arrived here, someone gave me a new name."

Looking at Fang Hong, the old man Shengui smiled.

"They call me, the old man Shengui!"