Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

Bang bang bang! As soon as he appeared, he had not yet taken action.

The terrifying thunder and sound waves blasted the concubine and the three foundation-building disciples until their flesh and blood flew everywhere, and their bones flew everywhere.

"No, don't kill me!"

As for Tong Qing'er, who faced Fu Huairen directly, her face was as pale as paper with fright, her legs were shaking as if she had seen a demon, and her pants were instantly soaked with urine.

She had only stepped into Foundation Establishment not long ago, and facing this kind of god-turned-demonic god, she was simply not enough to fill her teeth.

"Uncle just wants to talk to you about life and ideals. Don't cry, don't be afraid! It's okay to join the army to kill the enemy, but don't suppress bandits!"

Fu Huairen bared his teeth and roared strangely, stretched out his big hand, swung away a dozen small flying swords released by the sword servant, grabbed Tong Qing'er like an eagle catching a chicken, opened his mouth and roared, blasted through the space, and flew away.

"Fu Huairen, after all, is an incarnation of a god. What's the point of bullying a little girl?"

The sword servant roared, his beard and hair spread out, his robe sleeves bulged, and the kendo fragments exploded wildly, forcing Fu Heishui to retreat step by step, and he dodged and chased Fu Huairen.

"I just bully the little girl. What's wrong? You bite me if you have the guts?" Fu Huairen flew through the air and flew into the distance.

"Do you dare to fight with me?"

The sword servant was furious, knowing what would happen to his great-great-granddaughter if she fell into his hands. The sword light broke through the void and stopped him.

"Are you kidding? If you fight with a bad old man, you'll have one foot in the coffin. I have no interest in fighting with you!"

Fu Huairen turned around and ran away, tearing the space between his fleshy wings and his tongue. His tongue licked Tong Qing'er's face, and the barbs scratched her tender skin till blood dripped.

Everyone was speechless.

Fu Huairen is indeed a bad guy. Judging from the longevity of a strong man who transforms into gods, the sword servant is still very young, with black hair and few wrinkles. He has nothing to do with the bad old man, but Fu Huairen teases him.

The sword servant was so angry that he almost went crazy. He was so famous in the Immortal Market. Who dared to be so disrespectful to him? He was so angry that he was furious.

But with his great-great-granddaughter in his hands, he could only exercise extreme restraint, and said solemnly while chasing him: "Fu Huairen, you are of the blood of ancient gods and demons, extremely noble. Don't you feel ashamed to run away without a fight and kidnap a girl like this?"

"I don't think so." Fu Huairen said it nonchalantly and lightly, making people feel that it was too powerful to fight. It flapped its wings and flew wildly, non-stop for a moment.

"I'm challenging you!"

The sword servant said forcefully, stepping into the void, and like the lower realm of the sword immortal above the nine heavens, fragments of the sword continued to erupt.

"I reject!"

Fu Huairen raced furiously and spoke righteously.

"I am seriously challenging you."

The sword servant went crazy, the opponent's space speed reached the transformation level, and he couldn't hurt him at all.

"I am also refusing very seriously, please don't doubt my attitude." Fu Huairen said seriously.

The sword servant was in a daze.

The shameless gangster is really shameless. He even said so righteously that he didn't dare to fight. He didn't feel embarrassed at all and looked proud. Where did he get his sense of superiority?

They chased him for more than a hundred miles in an instant.

"That's it. If you have the guts, kill me!"

Fu Huairen stopped in front, smiling triumphantly, as if waiting for the sword servant to come and kill me.

"Today, I will kill you to avenge my descendants! Let my great-great-granddaughter go!"

The sword servant was so angry that he cut through the air with his sword and chased away.

Whoosh whoosh!

Both of them are gods, and they are extremely fast, like a meteor chasing the moon. They pull out two rays of light in the sky, and drag out their long tails, like two streaks, one black and one green, tearing apart the sky, reaching hundreds of miles in an instant.

"You think I can't kill you if you get into the Demonic Corpse Mountains!"

The sword servant was fierce, breaking through the air between the laws, rich in Tao Yun, tearing the void, and heading towards Fu Huairen like a violent storm.

"Your great-great-great-granddaughter is in my hands, be careful of accidentally injuring her!"

Fu Huairen used sound waves to break open the space, appearing and disappearing, always maintaining a distance of fifty miles from the sword servant, appearing extremely relaxed, and even kindly reminding him.

Finally, the two entered the depths of the mountains.

Fu Huairen suddenly stopped and hung upside down on a golden hook, his head and feet hanging on a towering ancient tree.

"Fu Huairen, why don't you run away?"

The sword servant thought he had run out of mana, and sneered in his heart. The law sword light flew wildly, completely covering Fu Huairen, and shouted in a cold voice: "Let my great-great-granddaughter go!"

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"Didn't you say that the big bandits were murderous and vicious? Why are they so shameless, like thieves?"

Many guests in the courtyard were also speechless, thinking that the crisis was over, and just wanted to leave.

"Haha. I am the one who kills people so much and is so evil. Come and give it a try!"

At this time, an unusually tall, wild and domineering man with a tiger stripe on his forehead suddenly appeared in the sky above the front yard carrying a formation disk the size of a millstone.

"Tu Fei!"

"King of Explosion Tu Fei!"

“Wherever the slaughter flies, no chickens or dogs are left, and no grass grows!”

Everyone was horrified, stampeding on their swords, leaping up and down like grasshoppers in a fire, and running away quickly.

"Aha. You all know my name! It is your honor to die in my hands!"

Tu Fei's eyes flashed, and he was extremely ferocious and terrifying. The exploding crystal formation disk volleyed down and exploded with a bang.

Boom!

A huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, the palace was torn apart like a sand sculpture under a heavy hammer, the rocks were ground into powder, countless protective formations and prohibitions were torn to pieces like pieces of paper, and everyone within a hundred miles trembled. .

This is a formation disk for a quasi-Taoist weapon. The manufacturing process was guided by Jiang Tian, ​​but when it exploded in one go, its lethality surpassed that of the Taoist tool and directly caught up with the holy weapon.

It is equivalent to at least ten great gods attacking together, and they attack with all their strength to burn the gods.

Most of the monks in the courtyard are building foundations, and none of them have even half-stepped into the gods. How can they withstand it?

It was like an ordinary person facing a nuclear weapon, turning into flying ash and powder in an instant. Even the soul, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, and even the body protective clothing and magic weapon were destroyed and shattered into the tiniest particles.

"Whoever dares to intrude on my Yujian Villa is seeking death!"

Tong Qing'er's third uncle, who had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes and an extraordinary bearing, just flew out of the retreat and cursed angrily.

It was torn into pieces, and he didn't even have time to use the ice glass sword.

Before he died, his face was full of shock and unwillingness. He could not understand how Yujian Villa could offend such a terrifying existence.

At this moment, the entire Danzhou City was shaking violently, like a hurricane passing through, destroying everything.

Some of the monk defenders who were observing in the air from ten or dozens of miles away were knocked upside down by the airflow, with blood spurting from their mouths.

When the sound stopped, the smoke and dust fell, and the thousand-foot-high Wenjian Peak and Yujian Villa disappeared. Not only was it razed to the ground, there was also a huge bowl-shaped pit with a radius of ten miles.

The sword servant's powerful spiritual consciousness has already sensed all this, and the soul card around his waist is beeping, and the bright spot that represents the vitality of the descendants' souls has been extinguished and dimmed, leaving only Tong Qing'er's bright spot still flickering.

Seeing this scene, the sword servant burst into tears and cried out in pain, "Despicable and shameless. You guys, you actually led the tiger away from the mountain, destroyed my foundation, and wiped out my whole family! I will wipe out all your big bandit families!"

This is a great destruction, the entire Yujian Villa has been wiped out, and not a single monk among them has slipped through the net, and their coefficient has fallen!

Here, there were the descendants of Sword Servant, all of whom were blown to ashes, which was equivalent to wiping out Sword Servant!

Fu Huairen smiled and said nothing, very calm.

"No, I've been ambushed!" The sword servant was suddenly frightened, warning signs appeared one after another, and his face changed wildly.