Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

At this time, the few people alive in the blood mist all felt a bloody aura that swept through the sky.

Fu Qing looked at the pile of corpses in front of him with dull eyes.

From the blood mist to the surrounding cultivators being mercilessly harvested by blood-colored tentacles, in a short period of time, Fu Qing did not react at all, and the surrounding crowd had become cold corpses.

What those blood-colored tentacles that suddenly appeared, Fu Qing didn't know.

But Fu Qing could clearly sense that those tentacles contained terrifying Yuan Power, and that Yuan Power aura made a trace of fear emerge in his heart.

Thinking of this, Fu Qing took a deep look at Wu Mo beside him.

When this strange blood mist first appeared, this Wu Mo had an expression of ecstasy, and stuffed him with a pill, as if he had expected it for a long time.

And when he saw that the people around him were constantly being hunted by that terrifying blood tentacle, this Wu Mo's eyes actually showed fanaticism, yes, it was fanaticism....

Fu Qing wanted to ask, but Wu Mo just shook his head slightly, reminding him to wait quietly again.

Wu Mo's various abnormal reactions made Fu Qing more and more puzzled in his heart.

Could it have something to do with his own junior brother?

No.

As soon as this idea appeared, it was rejected by Fu Qing, junior disciple Fang Mo had just been promoted to the seventh level of the Yuan Spirit Realm, how could this strange and terrifying blood mist have anything to do with him now...

As soon as he thought of this, Fu Qing's brows furrowed deeper.

...

"It's worthy of being a sword idiot, and it's not poisoned."

A soft sigh, from far and near.

"Dare to poison and secretly calculate several major sects, who are you?"

The sword idiot looked at the mysterious man in front of him indifferently.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

"Xu Fei was killed by you, right?"

The sword idiot said slowly.

"Huh..."

Fang Mo raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that this sword idiot could guess that he killed Xu Fei.

"Well, yes, I killed it."

Fang Mo nodded in acknowledgement.

"Do you think that if you kill Xu Fei, you can kill me?"

The sword qi on the sword idiot began to condense.

Fang Mo smiled lightly, "If it was me before, I really wasn't enough to be your sword idiot's opponent... But now... Hehe. The

sword idiot was silent, the mysterious man in front of him was as imposing as an abyss, and the endless bloody aura around his body was pervasive, even if he was in his heyday, he did not dare to say that he could take it.

Moreover, after a big battle with Zhou Xie, his Yuan Power had long been exhausted.

"You can't kill me."

The sword light in the eyes of the sword idiot flickered, and he slowly spoke.

"Then try it."

Fang Mo's tone was cold.

The next moment, the space shook, and two huge blood-colored tentacles attacked the sword idiot like a dragon going out to sea.

Facing the two blood-colored tentacles of terrifying power, the sword idiot narrowed his eyes.

"Boom"

the sea of blood churning, the great earthquake trembling.

The sword madness was drowned in a field of blood.

"Well?"

Fang Mo's brows frowned slightly, he actually lost the aura of a sword idiot.

The smoke and dust dispersed, and a huge crater appeared on the ground, and several pitch-black cracks spread around the pit, but there was no sword idiot inside.

Looking closely, there were faint ripples in the air above the crater.

"It turned out to be a spatial teleportation..." Fang

Mo looked at the pit and frowned and whispered.

He didn't expect that this sword idiot had space to teleport such a life-saving means.

You must know that only the space scroll can carry out space teleportation, and the space scroll is extremely precious, and its forging method has long been lost thousands of years ago, even with the background of the five major sects, it is estimated that there are not a few pieces left.

"It seems that this Heavenly Sword Sect really doesn't value sword idiots in general."

Immediately, the corners of Fang Mo's mouth rose, and he didn't intend to really kill the sword idiot.

He needed someone to help him divert his attention, and if everyone died and he went out alive, several great sects and Sifang City would definitely not let him go.

There were also some scattered cultivators who had not rushed to Tianzhu Mountain, and he did not plan to pay attention to them anymore.

Zhou Xie looked around with a frown at this time.

Just now, there was a wave of earth-shattering fluctuations of Yuan Power in the depths of this strange blood mist, and even he was secretly frightened, obviously there was a strong battle.

Dare to calculate several great sects and Sifang City together, I have to say that at this time, even Zhou Xie admired the other party's boldness in his heart.

Which force dares to be so bold?

Zhou Xie racked his brain and couldn't figure it out.

At this moment, a dark red figure appeared in Zhou Xie's line of sight.

"Your Excellency is really daring, you dare to calculate the three major sects and the Sifang City at the same time."

Zhou Xie's eyes narrowed slightly.

In the entire western part of the Tianbei Region, the five great sects represented the heavens of the cultivation world, and now someone dared to offend the three major sects at the same time, plus a neutral Sifang City, which made Zhou Xie very curious.

"Hehe, what about offending the three major sects?"

Fang Mo's tone was slightly disdainful, his target had never been the three major sects and the five major sects, these could only be stepping stones on his path to being strong.

The contemptuous tone made a trace of surprise flash in Zhou Xie's eyes.

The bloody aura around the mysterious man in front of him was like substance, and there was a sea of blood looming behind him, and the power was monstrous, obviously killing countless demon cultivators.

But such a powerful demon cultivator, he had never heard of it before.

Could it be a disciple of some hidden old demon?

"Who the hell are you?"

Zhou Xie's tone was solemn.

"Dead people don't need to know."

Fang Mo spoke lightly, he was a little annoyed by the question.

"Arrogant."

Zhou Xie snorted coldly, although he acknowledged Fang Mo's strength, it did not mean that he was afraid.

As a top ten on the corpse list, he is known as the Little Evil Monarch and has his own pride.

Fang Mo said no more, his gaze froze, and two huge blood tentacles appeared, sweeping towards Zhou Xie with terrifying power.

"Hmph, carving insect trick."

As soon as Zhou's evil words fell, the evil corpse beside him was like an ancient corpse beast awakening, and suddenly burst out with monstrous corpse qi, rushing towards those two blood tentacles.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two loud noises resounded like thunder through the blood mist.

That terrifying evil corpse was directly pumped away by the tentacles, and it fell heavily on the ground like a meteorite falling, and several cracks spread on the surrounding ground.

"How is it possible!"

Zhou Xie exclaimed, knowing that his evil corpse can match the existence of the Yuan Realm, although only half of his body remains, and he was cut off by the sword idiot, but it can't be easily pumped away like a plaything...

At this time, the evil corpse seemed to be enraged, and roared up to the sky, and the corpse qi around it was churning, and the anger was raging, dispersing the blood mist around it.

Fang Mo waved his big hand, and four blood-colored tentacles popped out from the deep blood mist, and the six blood tentacles were like a python dragon coming out of the abyss, stirring the wind and clouds, intertwining with each other and rushing towards the evil corpse.

"Impossible!"

Zhou Xie's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed.

I saw that at this time, the evil corpse was tightly entangled by the blood tentacles, and the monstrous corpse qi seemed to be cut off by the waist, and it was no longer as vast as before.

The evil corpse let out a heaven-shaking roar from its mouth, but to no avail, it could only watch as the body was imprisoned by the blood tentacles.

Fang Mo looked at his masterpiece with some satisfaction, and the blood-colored tentacles condensed by him who had broken through the nine layers of the Yuan Spirit Realm, under the blessing of the blood domain, were like divine weapons and indestructible.

Now he finally has the strength to compete with all the Tianjiao sects and even crush them.