Quick Wear: The Crazy Host is the Paranoid's Treasure

Song Fangle suddenly laughed at himself.

He then raised the hilt of the sword, interrupting the voices of everyone around him who were cursing Shang Qianyu for refusing to let go.

His eyes were light as he looked at the people pouring into the world and asked, "Do you remember the last time Junior Brother cried?"

Yun Ling: "Why are you asking this? Now is not the time to reminisce about the past!"

Song Fangle suddenly shouted: "Answer me!"

Those who were not from Yue Dao Sect suddenly stopped and looked at him in silence.

People who know Song Fangle know that he is a little mean, but he is always cheerful and no one has ever seen him with a really cold face.

Yun Ling was silent, and after recalling for a long time, she whispered, "The last time he cried was when he was a child and accidentally fell from a tree, scraped his knee, and cried for a long time."

Song Fangle's eyes were filled with mixed emotions: "Yeah, I cried for so long just because I scraped my knee."

Her eyes were red from crying, as if she had suffered a great injustice, and no matter how hard the master tried to comfort her, she wouldn't stop.

The other peak masters of Yuedao Sect suddenly realized something and looked at their leader Song Fangle in a daze.

Song Fangle raised his head and looked at the black hole that had already gushed out the Spirit Severing Stage. "We can't expect our Junior Brother to handle everything just because he is so powerful. He is our Junior Brother, and we are his Senior Brothers and Sisters."

As he finished speaking, the aura of the late Dongxu stage emanated from around him.

He was only one step away from reaching Mahayana, but he was stuck at this step for a full thousand years.

The sword energy around him suddenly surged. Song Fangle tilted his head slightly and looked at his fellow junior brothers and sisters, as well as other people from the sect.

The leader of Yueming Sect patted Song Fangle on the shoulder:

"Old buddy, you are right. Shan Xuan killed a blood-flame python and helped the world avoid a disaster. We should also move our bones. But I want to refute you on one point."

Song Fangle looked at him.

The leader of Yueming Sect said: "You are at least two thousand years older than Shanxuan, right? It is enough for him to call you great grandfather. Don't be so shameless as to call yourself his brother."

Song Fangle rushed up angrily: "You!!"

The people from other sects behind him laughed out loud.

Song Fangle glared at him, then turned his head to look at Shang Qianyu who was drawing something: "Hey!"

Shang Qianyu tilted his head slightly.

Song Fangle: "If we all die in battle, you must take good care of my junior brother for me. He is most afraid of pain."

He knew that Shang Qianyu's strength was definitely not worse than what he showed. It could even be said that the strength he showed was definitely just the tip of the iceberg.

Perhaps, even if this world was destroyed by those people, he could still live well with his junior brother.

Without waiting for Shang Qianyu to answer, Song Fangle raised his sword and led the people behind him to fly into the sky to kill anyone coming out from there.

The people below were also fighting, and they would not let go of any enemy even if their veins were bulging.

One of them, who was in the Spirit Severing Stage, fought his way out of the encirclement and ran quickly towards the villa in the distance, but before he had taken two steps, he was stopped by two people in the Nascent Soul Stage.

The man in the Spirit Severing Stage did not take the two people in front of him who were two levels higher than him seriously at all. He swung the sword in his hand vigorously and stabbed the two people in front of him with deadly murderous intent!

The two men resisted with great difficulty, but unconsciously took several steps back and spat out a mouthful of dark blood.

The Immortal Master was right. Even if there was only a small difference, there was a huge gap. Not to mention that they were in the Nascent Soul stage at the moment, while the enemy in front of them was in the Spirit Severing stage, two levels higher than them.

The two of them wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, then looked at them viciously: "If you want to destroy this place, you must step over my dead body first!"

The Spirit Severing Stage was even more impatient, and used a more ruthless sword energy to chop at the two of them. His eyes were sinister and he roared, "Ignorant low-level humans!"

In an instant, the two Nascent Soul Stage cultivators turned into blood mist and completely disappeared from the spot, without even leaving their bodies.

The Spirit Severing Stage cultivator was complacent for a moment, then immediately picked up his sword and walked towards the nearby small village.

The Lord has said that no one from this plane can be left alive.

However, he had only taken two steps when he was stopped by three people in the Nascent Soul stage.

The man in the Spirit Severing Stage looked at the weak people who were rushing forward, and the impatience on his face became more obvious. He then raised his sword and rushed towards the three people. In just one minute, he had killed the three people in front of him.

He just took a step forward when several more appeared in front of him. He raised his sword to kill them, and after he killed them, more appeared...

After a few rounds, he was holding his knees and panting, but before he could rest enough, another person rushed in front of him.

The man raised his sword and slashed down with full hatred.

The person in distraction stage opened his eyes wide, and in the instant of shock, his head and body separated!

However, after killing the man in the Spirit Severing Stage, he still did not stop, and looked at the other man in the Spirit Severing Stage who had just fought with him with a cold look.

He rushed forward without any hesitation, but was turned into blood mist by the man's sword...

818’s eyes were swollen from crying when he saw this.

[Why don’t they run away? Run away quickly. They clearly know that they can’t defeat these people, so why do they still rush forward one after another? ! So stupid! ! ]

Ji Bai watched the screen in silence, with blood rising into the sky, endless blood-colored mist lingering, and broken limbs everywhere. He moved his thin lips slightly, but said nothing.

As time went on, more and more people came out of the black hole, and their strength became stronger and stronger, while the number of people in this plane became fewer and fewer. In the end, there were no more than five Nascent Soul stage people left alive!

Song Fangle and the others were covered in blood, and it was hard to tell whether it was their own blood or the enemy's. Their hair was disheveled and their faces were hideous, completely losing their former immortal demeanor and pride.

More and more people died, and the corpses even piled up into several mountains!

A large number of people in the fusion stage poured out of the black hole. This plane, which originally had a slight advantage, completely collapsed when they appeared!

Despair appeared in everyone's eyes, but they still did not give up. They gritted their teeth and rushed forward to kill immediately!

Some people reached the critical point of their lives, but they did not choose to fall down. Instead, they rushed into the crowd of enemies and blew themselves up!

"Protect my home to the death!!"

"kill!!!!"

In the distance of Jinlin Terrace, there were sudden roars, and the next moment, countless people rushed towards this side!

Ji Bai paused slightly, then turned his gaze to look at the people who had rushed into the battlefield.

They are a group of Jindan stage cultivators.

Ji Bai frowned.

Their strength is simply not enough to face the fusion stage.

It can even be said that a large number of them can be killed if they just blow a breath during the fusion period.

The young man at the beginning looked at the people in the distance and couldn't help laughing: "Yes, almost all of them are here. This way we don't have to look for them one by one."

The young man looked at the woman beside him and saw that she was looking at somewhere, so he followed her line of sight.