The Strongest Qi Refiner

The sudden situation caused the three customers next to them to scream in surprise, and ran out of the store as if they were running away.

Fang Yu stood up, glanced at the wall that had been smashed through in front of him, turned and walked towards the kitchen in the store.

Sure enough, he saw a dead body.

This corpse should be the real owner of this noodle shop.

The reason why Fang Yu walked into this noodle restaurant was because when he passed by the door, he sensed a familiar aura.

It was the subtle aura of the magic array that he had sensed when he entered the Falling Immortal Valley.

The corpse of the owner of the restaurant in front of him had a distorted expression, his eyes protruded, and his skin was as pale as paper.

The method of death is exactly the same as the death of those warriors who have been drained of their blood and souls in the Falling Immortal Valley.

The little boy was obviously someone from the Witch God sect.

When Fang Yu first stepped into this noodle restaurant, he knew almost everything about it.

After that he just pretended not to know, just to see what the little boy was going to do to him.

It's a pity that there is nothing new in the little boy's move.

It is nothing more than adding ingredients to that bowl of noodles and that glass of water.

Fang Yu didn't know what the poison he used, but he didn't need to know either.

Anyway, his body has long been invulnerable to all poisons.

Fang Yu turned back to the store and walked out of the wall that was smashed through.

There was an alley outside, and the little boy fell here.

However, at this time, his appearance was no longer the same as before.

After being punched by Fang Yu, the bones on his face were completely shattered, and a large piece was dented.

Therefore, his disguised face was also beaten back to its original form.

Not a little boy at all, but an old dwarf man with wrinkled skin.

At this point, the dwarf old man was not dead, but he was almost there.

He lay on the ground, blood dripping from his mouth and nostrils.

His body twitched slightly, and there was a whimper in his throat, obviously in great pain.

Fang Yu walked up to him and looked at him condescendingly, his eyes indifferent.

The dwarf old man was only able to move his eyeballs all over his body.

He looked at Fang Yu with only fear in his eyes.

how is this possible?

He obviously added a large dose of Soul Breaking Powder to that bowl of noodles, and added Thousand Poison Powder to that glass of water!

They are all poisonous things in the world!

If the average person ingests even a tiny bit, he will die instantly!

But Fang Yu ate the whole bowl of noodles and drank the glass of water at the same time.

Two kinds of poisons are swallowed into the stomach, how can there be nothing at all! ?

This situation is beyond his understanding!

"If you want to kill me, can you be creative?" Fang Yu said.

The dwarf old man lay on the ground, unable to speak at all.

He stared at Fang Yu, longing for the poison to explode at a certain moment, killing Fang Yu violently.

Fang Yu took another step forward and asked, "It should be your leader who ordered you to kill me?"

"Instead of sending people to die one by one, I might as well take the initiative to go to your lair."

"Tell me, where is the headquarters of your Witch God Cult?"

The dwarf old man's heart skipped a beat.

Fang Yu looked at the dwarf old man and frowned slightly.

The old man's entire face was sunken, and his mouth was obviously unable to open.

The punch just now was too hard.

"Forget it, come on by yourself." Fang Yu crouched down, stretched out a finger, and touched the old dwarf's forehead.

He wanted to despisify the old dwarf and search for his memory.

But just as his divine consciousness penetrated into the soul of the dwarf old man, a certain mark on the dwarf old man's soul suddenly erupted.

"Snapped!"

In an instant, the soul of the dwarf old man collapsed.

Sure enough, the souls of everyone in the Witch God Sect have been left imprinted.

This also means that the highest authority in the Witch God Cult can control the lives of everyone in the Witch God Cult.

Whoever he wants to die, all in one thought.

And it also helps him control everyone under him.

Fang Yu stood up and looked at the corpse under his feet, expressionless.

"Wizard God Cult... I will bring your nest sooner or later."

...

In an uninhabited suburb in the west of Huaibei, there is an abrupt building.

Its architectural style is very retro, like a church.

At the top of the church, there is a statue, a monster with wings and the face of a devil.

At this time, on the highest seat in the church, there was a man in a red robe.

This man wore a golden crown on his head, and a veil was still covering his face, except for a pair of eyes.

Those eyes are quite weird. The left eye socket was pitch black, without the white of the eye. The right eye socket was pure white, and no trace of black could be seen.

One yin and one yang, separated left and right.

This person is sitting on a seat that symbolizes dignity, quietly looking at the group of people who are kneeling on the ground below.

There were nearly eighty people in total, kneeling on the ground in an orderly manner.

Kneeling in the front row were five people in black robes.

In the second and third rows, there were twenty people in purple robes kneeling.

Further back, there are a large number of people wearing white robes and gray robes.

This is the strict hierarchy within the Witch God Cult.

Except for the archbishop, the layers go down.

Everyone just knelt down on the ground without making a sound.

The whole church was eerily quiet.

After dozens of seconds, the person sitting on the high seat suddenly made a hoarse sound.

"He is dead."

Hearing this sentence, a black-robed man kneeling in the front row raised his head and said, "Archbishop, this son's strength is far beyond our imagination. I don't recommend sending someone to assassinate him."

The archbishop on the high seat was silent for a moment and said, "Speak your mind."

"To kill this son, we should use the spell to kill! Doing so can not only reduce our losses, but also completely execute this son!" said the black-robed man.

"Curse kill..." The archbishop seemed to be lost in thought.

"We can use the most extreme bloodline curse to kill him completely, including everyone who is related to him!" The man in black robe said in a ruthless tone.

"To carry out the bloodline curse killing, you must get the blood and hair on his body. In the end, don't you have to send someone to attack him at close range? Otherwise, how to get these two items?" The person next to him questioned.

"There are many ways to get his blood and hair, and it doesn't have to be a sneak attack." The black-robed man said with a chill in his eyes.

"Since you are sure, I will leave this matter to you. As long as I can see Fang Yu's body, I will give you the supreme reward." The Archbishop said.

"Thank you, Archbishop!" The black-robed man looked happy and lowered his head again.

...

Throughout the afternoon, Fang Yu spent the entire afternoon studying the Spirit Pressure Formation in his room.

He tried to combine the Suppressing Spirit Formation and the Spirit Devouring Art, but after the calculation, he found that it was almost impossible.

The principles of the Spirit Pressing Array and the Spirit Devouring Art are basically similar, but it is quite difficult to really integrate them into the spells.

From absorbing infuriating energy to absorbing spiritual energy.

If Fang Yu was really allowed to research this technique, there would be no solution.

He only needs to find a place where the warriors gather, and then use the Spirit Devouring Art to absorb the spiritual energy in the dantian of all the warriors around him.

Now he is only thirty-five floors away from the 10,000-layer Qi refining stage.

If this large-scale spirit-devouring art can be researched, the thirty-five layers are no problem at all!

Thinking of this, Fang Yu became more and more excited and focused.

It wasn't until after ten o'clock in the evening that his cell phone rang, pulling him out of the state of ecstasy.

The call was from Li Bingyan.

"Boss, you're so awesome, really! You're so awesome, 750 points! Oh my God, do you know how I reacted when I first heard your score? I threw my phone out. It's over..." Li Bingyan spoke excitedly for a long time as soon as he answered the phone.

"What are you looking for from me?" Fang Yu interrupted him and asked.

"Boss, are you still in the southern capital?" Li Bingyan asked.

"Yeah." Fang Yu replied.

"That's good. Tomorrow is Friday. Let's take a cruise from Nandu Pier to Kowloon Island for two days." Li Bingyan said.

"I still have something to do, I don't have time to play." Fang Yu said.

"Oh, boss, the college entrance examination results are out, why are you so busy? Why don't you go out and relax after getting such good grades? I also called Yu Yueyue, she really wants to go, but I want you You should take Yu Yueyue out to play." Li Bingyan said, "Dragon's family in Kowloon Island is holding a dragon's breath party in the past two days. It's good to open your eyes in the past."