The villain is always flirting with me

Chapter 10

However, Fang Qingheng had only taken a few steps when he suddenly trembled and fell to the ground.

Fang Qingheng closed his eyes, and he could feel a swirling wind appearing at the alchemy.

This gust of wind produced a strong suction force, and the spiritual energy scattered around suddenly gathered together and turned into a slender spiritual thread.

This spiritual thread slowly extended towards the sky.

Introduce the aura of heaven and earth, and form the root of the sky.

"It's... a spiritual root?" Madam Bai screamed.It has been ten years since she entered the tenth level of entraining qi, but she has been unable to break through this barrier.

Root formation is the first level of Taoism and the key to entering the Light Condensation Realm.

The longer the spiritual root, the more profound the communication with the heaven and the earth, and the purer the heaven and earth aura that can be aroused.

The mountain wind howled, mixed with bursts of ice cold.

Before I knew it, two hours had passed.

Everyone looked up at the spiritual root above Fang Qingheng's head. This spiritual root still had no intention of dissipating, and was still extending towards the boundless sky.

Fang Bailie lowered his eyes, a look of struggle flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Fang Qingheng's aptitude was so heaven-defying - his spiritual roots stretched into the sky, and he would definitely be able to enter the Thousand Lamp Realm within five hundred years of age.

I believe that as long as tonight is over, all the sects will get the news and come to Fangfu to accept disciples.

Fang Bailie's eyes froze, and he pressed his hand on the Dengxian Token in his arms.

If Qing Heng is allowed to recognize the master of the ascending immortal order before the arrival of other sects...

Fang Bailie pushed aside the crowd and smiled loudly: "Okay!"

He patted Qing Heng on the shoulder, and said: "You are only fifteen now, it is a blessing to my Fang family to have such good luck!"

"Qingheng, come here." Fang Bailie took out the ascending immortal token from his bosom.

A stern look flashed in Madam Bai's eyes, and she shouted loudly: "Bai Lie, what are you doing! It's not yet the day to test your cultivation."

Fang Bailie ignored her, and said calmly: "Haven't you seen Qingheng's realm? No one in the clan can surpass him, so this immortal order is naturally his."

"Father..." Fang Qinghong murmured, he has been cultivating hard these days in order to win his father's breath, so that people will know that he took away the immortal decree by his own ability, not the identity of the son of the head of the family.

But Dad, he didn't even think about him!

Fang Qingheng's aptitude is against the sky, even if he doesn't have the immortal order, he can still join a good sect, why does his father insist on giving Fang Qingheng this immortal fate?

Could it be that in the future Fang Qingheng will be able to take care of today's kindness when he becomes a fairy?

Feeling his son's gaze, Fang Bailie's heart felt bitter.

He only hoped that the death order would be sent away quickly, but he couldn't tell anyone the truth.

Fang Bailie undid the restriction on the Immortal Ascension Order, and the soft brilliance dispelled the cold night.

"Needless to say. Qing Heng, I give you this Token of Immortal Ascension. After you recognize the master, you will formally join the Dongyang Sect. I only hope that you will enter the immortal path, and don't forget Fangfu."

Fang Qingheng stretched out his hand, intending to receive this Token of Immortal Ascension, he just needed a sect to improve his strength.

boom.

Madam Bai's expression was indifferent, she made a tactic with one hand, and a wind blade made of spiritual energy roared towards Fang Bailie.

Fang Bailie's heart was shaken, he never thought that his beloved wife would attack him.

He dodged and dodged, but the Ascension Token in his hand flew out.

Bai Cuiwei's eyes flickered, she saw the shock in Fang Bailie's eyes, she felt guilty, but when she thought of her son, her eyes turned cold again.

Bai Cuiwei's cultivation exploded, and he slammed his palm towards Fang Bailie.

Turning her head, Bai Cuiwei shouted loudly:

"Hong'er, go and recognize the Lord—"

Fang Qinghong was stunned for a long time, he couldn't believe that his mother would attack his father.

At this time, he couldn't allow him to think too much.

Fang Qinghong went straight to the Ascension Token, trembling slightly, he held the Token of Ascension into his arms.

"Hong'er, don't—" Fang Bailie yelled uncontrollably, but it aroused hatred in Bai Cuiwei's heart.

Bai Cuiwei grabbed Fang Bailie violently——

But before her hand dropped, Fang Bailie's eyes were wide open, dead.

Just a moment ago, seeing that Fang Qinghong was about to recognize the master and ascend the immortal decree, Fang Bailie couldn't bear to hurt Bai Cui in the slightest.In desperation, Fang Bailie subconsciously wanted to tell everything about Deng Xianling, but when he thought about it, he felt a pain in his head, and then lost all consciousness.

"Bai Cuiwei killed the Patriarch!"

"Take her down—"

Second Elder Fang Yuan was the first to strike, and slapped Bai Cuiwei with his palm.

Bai Cuiwei didn't hide, she just felt that her whole body was frozen.

She... killed Bailie?

A palm wind suddenly fell.

It was Fang Yuan, the Second Elder.

"Father, mother..." Fang Qinghong opened his mouth in a low voice, feeling the blood flowing backwards all over his body.

The second elder gave another palm.

For so many years, Fang Bailie's cultivation base has always dominated him.Bailie is dead, and the position of Patriarch is his.

Bai Cuiwei's body suddenly tilted and she lost her breath.

The second elder turned his head to look at Fang Qinghong, his gaze was like a swimming snake.

He understands the truth that weeds need to be eradicated.

Fang Qinghong took a step back.

One step, two steps, the second elder walked slowly towards Fang Qinghong.Everyone in the Fang mansion, but no one dared to speak out.

Seeing that the second elder was getting closer and closer to him, Fang Qinghong's fear rose to the extreme.

The crisis of death hit his face, his face was pale, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth.

The Immortal Token in his bosom boomed, and a wave of warmth swayed from Fang Qinghong's bosom.

"Teacher, don't be afraid." A pleasant voice came into Fang Qinghong's ears.

Fang Qinghong opened his eyes, and in the bloody light, he saw a figure in nothingness.

The figure slowly reached out to him.

Fang Qinghong trembled and murmured, "Who are you?"

The phantom swayed slightly, and the voice revealed a bewitching meaning: "You are my apprentice, so I naturally cannot allow others to bully you. From now on, I have set up restrictions within one meter of your body. Here In the domain, the aura is sealed."

Fang Qinghong nodded awkwardly.The next moment, a narrow gap suddenly opened on his palm, and a bloody light shot out from the Ascension Token and sank into his palm.

A strong wind hit Fang Qinghong's neck, Fang Qinghong raised his arm to block the blow.

Blood was spilled, Fang Qinghong's eyes flashed strangely, and he looked at Fang Yuan coldly.

Fang Yuan's pupils shrank, he used ten percent of his strength for this blow, but for some reason, the moment he got close to Fang Qinghong, the spiritual energy in his whole body froze, and he couldn't move anymore.

Fang Yuan's breathing became rapid all of a sudden, and he could feel that the spiritual energy from the outside world disappeared in an instant.And the spiritual energy in his body was also sucked by an inexplicable force, trying to rush towards his body.

no no!

Fang Yuan thought of a possibility, his eyes suddenly widened.

bang bang.

The aura in Fang Yuan's body finally broke through the shackles of flesh and blood, and was completely sucked away by Deng Xianling.

There were bloodstains all over Fang Yuan's body in an instant, and he could even hear his internal organs shattering and exploding, making a puffing sound.

Despair spread in his soul, almost tearing his entire soul apart.

The aura in his body was still being withdrawn continuously, and Fang Yuan's whole body became bloody.

Fang Qinghong stared blankly at everything in front of him, he squeezed Deng Xianling's hand tightly, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

He raised his head, sniffed the blood energy vigorously, suddenly grabbed Fang Yuan's body forcefully, and began to bite.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

"The elder is dead... run away..."

"There are restrictions in the meeting hall, which can block the monks in the condensed light state, hurry, hurry—"

The sound of panic filled Fang Qingyu's eardrums, his hand was held by Shen Baixiao, and he followed the flow of people towards the meeting hall.

Fang Qingyu couldn't help but glance back, and with just one glance, horror and fear burst into his heart.

Fang Qinghong kept chasing the crowd, as long as he got close to anyone, that person's body would explode and blood would overflow.Fang Qinghong, on the other hand, would grab that person's flesh and put it in his mouth, making a wicked laugh.

More than 200 people, when they ran to the meeting room, there were only more than 50 people left.

"Qingheng, you have the highest cultivation level, you come to break this restriction—" someone shouted, and everyone turned their attention to Fang Qingheng.

Fang Qingheng nodded, sat cross-legged, raised one hand suddenly, waved it up and down, and wrote a rune with spiritual energy.

Bits of light fell into the runes, and a gas mask slowly condensed.

boom.

Fang Qinghong's body bumped into the air mask, and his eyes were full of anger.

Seeing that the restriction could not be broken, Fang Qinghong's eyes flashed, and he slowly retreated out of the conference hall.

He just inadvertently sucked Fang Yuan's flesh and blood, and found that his realm has improved a lot.Thinking of the broken corpses outside, Fang Qinghong sneered.

He wants strength.

Seeing Fang Qinghong's body disappear outside the house, Fang Qingheng said in a low voice: "The Zhuo Lingzhu is gone, this restriction can last up to four hours..."

"Four hours?" Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

"Just now... I saw Fang Qinghong eat and eat flesh and blood, and it seems that his cultivation has greatly increased..." After a moment of hesitation, a young man from the Fang family said in a low voice.

"Could it be that he retreated outside the house at this moment to suck flesh and blood?" Another person asked.

Everyone's complexion changed and they stopped talking.

There was already a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood outside the house. Perhaps within four hours, Fang Qinghong's cultivation was enough to break through this restriction.

"I don't want to die..." Someone began to cry, with a sad voice.

"Qingheng, only you have the best aptitude, please save us..."

"Save us."

Cries one after another, mixed with prayers, filled the entire room.

Fang Qingheng raised his head, his gaze passed over Fang Qingyu, his lips trembled slightly: "I won't die."

Fang Qingyu's mind was not in the room.He closed his eyes tightly, recalling everything he had seen before.

Just now, suppressing his nausea, he witnessed Fang Qinghong's murder in order to find a way out of trouble.

Recalling carefully at this moment, Fang Qingyu found that everyone seemed to have died of a spiritual explosion.

This death... is very similar to the demon wolf he killed before.

Fang Qingyu's eyes lit up, and he understood that the aura in those people's bodies was sucked away by a force.

Confused in his mind, Fang Qingyu thought to himself: Does Fang Qinghong also have space?

"Cultivation." A cold voice came into Fang Qingyu's ears, he turned his head, only to see Shen Baixiao leisurely meditating with his eyes closed, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Fang Qingyu exhaled heavily, but couldn't restrain his disturbed thoughts.

Shen Baixiao stretched out a hand to cover his eyes: "Do you still remember Fang Qingheng's spiritual root? When the spiritual root is born, Heaven will protect you until the spiritual root merges with your primordial spirit."

Fang Qingyu was taken aback for a moment, and the image of Fang Qingheng knotting the spirit root appeared in his mind again.

He still felt strange at the time, when Fang Qingheng formed the spirit root, neither Mrs. Bai, the second elder, nor Fang Qinghong did anything to interfere with him. It turned out that it was because of the protection of heaven.

Fang Qingyu's thoughts sank, and he began to practice.

Looking at him, Shen Baixiao felt a bit of anticipation in his heart, wondering what would happen to Fang Qingyu's spiritual root?

After an hour passed, the gas mask suddenly trembled and became much thinner.

The panicked crowd burst into tears.

Outside the house, there were occasional cracking sounds of flesh and blood being torn apart, which was even more frightening.

Fang Qingheng looked down at his hand, showing a wry smile.

So what if his aptitude was extremely strong, he knew clearly that he couldn't kill Fang Qinghong.As long as the gas mask disappears, everyone will die.

Fang Qingheng raised his head to look at Qingyu again, looking at Qingyu's back, Fang Qingheng's eyes dimmed.

He stood up abruptly and walked out of the house.

"Qingheng, where are you going?" Immediately someone noticed his movement and screamed.

Fang Qingheng sneered and said, "I don't want to wait here to die."

"Fang Qingheng, are you crazy? It's impossible for you to kill Fang Qinghong. Even the second elder would die immediately if he got close to Fang Qinghong, you..." Someone stepped forward and stopped Fang Qingheng.

Fang Qingheng snorted coldly: "Why should I kill him?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone came to their senses.When this Fang Qingheng was in the cave, he seemed to have acquired a strange power that could rebound his attacks. Presumably that Fang Qinghong did not dare to attack him lightly.

In this way, Fang Qingheng can escape from this place safely.

But, once he leaves, who else can protect them?

Thinking of this, everyone in Fang Mansion sweated coldly, but looked at Fang Qingheng with hatred and jealousy.

"Qingheng, don't leave... If you leave, we..." Suppressing the hatred in their hearts, everyone pleaded.

Fang Qingheng raised his eyes and said lightly, "What do you have to do with my life?"

As soon as these words came out, he stepped out of the meeting room without looking back.

There were voices of yelling and cursing immediately in the meeting hall, and some people put their ears on their ears to listen to the movement outside, wishing that Fang Qingheng and Fang Qinghong would both suffer from the fight.

Fang Qingyu also opened his eyes, just in time to see the back of Fang Qingheng leaving.

He frowned slightly, for a moment he couldn't understand this person.

Fang Qingheng tricked him into the forest, hoping to bury him in the mouth of wild beasts.After coming back, he repeatedly showed remorse, and even cried bitterly an hour ago.

And at this moment, he abandoned everyone and ran away by himself?

****

Outside the chamber.

Fang Qingheng walked cautiously until he confirmed that Fang Qinghong was not around, then turned around slowly and looked towards the meeting hall.

Knowing that it was impossible to see his brother again, he still wanted to take a look.

As if seeing this one glance, the lost courage will return to my heart.

Fang Qingheng bowed his head, he had already thought of how to break through this predicament, but he didn't dare to think about the price he would have to pay.

Letting out a breath, Fang Qingheng summoned his spiritual energy and flew up the mountain.

After walking for a while, Fang Qingheng suddenly stopped under a tree.

He pushed aside the weeds under the tree, and there was a strangely shaped red mushroom growing among the weeds.

There are three black dots on this mushroom, which looks like a human face.

"Ghost-mask mushroom..." Fang Qingheng murmured, this mushroom was discovered by accident when he was gathering herbs.Ghost-faced mushrooms are highly poisonous, and after ingestion, the poison enters the bloodstream, causing death within fifteen minutes.And this poisonous blood will become a kind of natural poison, called ghost blood.

A sense of crisis suddenly spread over my heart.

Fang Qingheng slammed to the side, turned around and saw Fang Qinghong with murderous intent in his eyes.Fang Qingheng covered his mouth with his sleeve and swallowed the ghost-mask mushroom.

At this moment, Fang Qinghong's face suddenly became much older. The originally smooth skin and flesh were wrinkled, like an old man who is dying.

Fang Qinghong let out a strange laugh, and rushed towards Fang Qinghong.

Almost the moment the two got close, Fang Qingheng felt a loud roar coming from his body, and a majestic aura erupted from his body, almost piercing his flesh.

It was difficult for him to move his limbs, but his face was calm.

A sharp pain pierced through the soul, breaking Fang Qingheng's mind almost instantly.

He raised his eyes and watched Fang Qinghong bite his shoulder hard, blood spilled from his shoulder and flowed into Fang Qinghong's mouth.

Ha ha.

Hearing Fang Qingheng's low laugh, Fang Qinghong scolded angrily: "What are you laughing at! I'll kill you—"

But before he could finish his words, they got stuck in his throat.

Fang Qinghong's hands were bent into claws, the veins on his face were bulging, and he let out a shrill cry of pain.

The severe toxicity made him distracted.

Fang Qinghong fell to the ground, his face contorted, but he remained silent.

Almost at the moment of Fang Qinghong's death, the originally imprisoned aura surged again, and Fang Qingheng's hands and feet were free again.

Fang Qingheng stretched out his hand tremblingly, squeezed Fang Qinghong's neck and twisted it. He wanted to confirm that Fang Qinghong was dead.

The night melted, and a round of red sun slowly climbed up the mountain.

Fang Qingheng knew that after four hours, the air mask should disappear.

But it doesn't matter anymore, Fang Qinghong is dead, and his brother is safe.

Fang Qingheng fell to the ground, and his eyes finally fell on Fang Qinghong. At this moment, Fang Qinghong gradually turned into a puddle of blood.

Fang Qingheng slightly hooked his lips.

The poison of ghost-faced mushrooms rots bones and flesh. After a person dies, it only takes a moment to turn into a pool of blood.

Just let my brother think that he ran away. From now on, whether you hate it or not, you will always forget it.

thump.

Fang Qingheng fell to the ground.

The next moment, the originally peaceful Deng Xian Ling bloomed with soft brilliance again.

A phantom appeared in the air, reaching out to grab Fang Qingheng.

The author has something to say:

QAQ has been a bit stuck these two days, mainly because the map is changing soon, so there is no update.5000 more chapters today, don't hit me.