As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

"Fellow Taoist of the Song family, I think your head was damaged by the door!"

When Fang Han heard what Song Qianzhong and Song Tingyu said, he rolled his eyes speechlessly and looked at Song Qianzhong and Song Tingyu as if they were mentally retarded.

"you wanna die!"

"Song Qianzhong, you three, go and destroy this boy's limbs. I will take him back to the Song family in Ling'anling and torture him."

Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, Song Tingyu angrily ordered Song Qianzhong and the others.

"As you command, miss!"

Song Qianzhong and the others gave Song Tingyu a slight clasped-fist salute, and then looked forward, as if nothing had happened to Fang Han.

"Fellow Taoist, you are toasting and drinking as a penalty. If that's the case, don't blame us for being rude."

"A lot of nonsense!"

Turning his head, Fang Han showed an impatient look. This direct action made Song Qianzhong and the others very angry.

Song Qianzhong and the other two didn't say anything more. They saw the three of them sacrificed their own spiritual weapons together, floating around them.

Song Qianzhong's spiritual weapon is a disc-shaped knife wheel. The aura on it suddenly appears, giving people a very powerful force of oppression. Huang and Zhang, two monks in the early stage of foundation building, have white jade flute spirit weapons respectively. The weapon and the silver-gray bell spiritual weapon.

When Fang Han saw the three people sacrificing their spiritual weapons, a look of solemnity appeared on his face. This duel was his first since establishing the foundation, and he felt a little excited in his heart.

As soon as Song Qianzhong and the other three people sacrificed the spiritual weapon, they poured spiritual power into the spiritual weapon. In a few breaths, Song Qianzhong's golden sword wheel spiritual weapon exploded to a size of several feet.

The golden sword light flashed on it, Song Qianzhong smiled coldly, and pointed his hands together in a stroke towards Fang Han. In an instant, the golden sword wheel hit Fang Han with terrifying destructive power.

In addition, the monk surnamed Huang controlled the silver-gray bell and sent out white sound waves, sweeping towards Fang Han's location.

Wherever the white sound wave passed, the mountains, rocks and trees were all turned into powder.

Seeing that Song Qianzhong and the two had already taken action, the monk surnamed Zhang was also not idle. He was seen holding a white jade flute spiritual weapon, putting it to his mouth and playing softly, turning into afterimages between his fingertips.

Suddenly, a white mist continued to float out from the white jade flute. As soon as the white mist floated out, Fang Han felt that his consciousness was faintly suppressed.

"It's quite interesting!"

Fang Han faced the three attacks without any fear. As he chuckled, Fang Han's entire figure exploded into a line of blood, and he easily dodged Song Qianzhong's golden sword wheel spiritual weapon.

"What, what kind of spell is this!"

Song Qianzhong and the other three were extremely surprised when they saw Fang Han's figure suddenly turning into a line of blood. They couldn't help but scan the surroundings with their spiritual consciousness, looking for Fang Han's figure.

"No, get out of the way!"

Song Qianzhong suddenly rushed towards Huang Zhuji and shouted, but before Huang Zhuji could react, a finger shadow surrounded by a purple thunder dragon passed through the center of Huang Zhuji's eyebrows in an instant.

"what!"

There was no earth-shattering movement. Huang Zhuji only let out a scream, and his figure turned into a pile of white powder flashing with purple thunder arcs, which was then blown by the wind and scattered all over the sky.

"Swish!"

Three feet away from Huang's foundation, a line of blood flashed like lightning, and Fang Han's figure soon condensed.

I saw him with a smile on his face, retracting his right hand that was still shining with purple lightning.

"Are you surprised, are you surprised?"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Faced with Fang Han's provocation, Song Qianzhong was not angry this time, but locked his consciousness nervously on Fang Han.

"This guy is so evil. Could it be that he is a disciple of the Yin Demon Sect?"

Song Qianzhong secretly wondered about Fang Han's origins, and looked at Fang Han with increasing fear.

"Fellow Taoist, are you a monk of the Yin Demon Sect?"

Seeing that Fang Han did not rush to take action again, Song Qianzhong forced an ugly smile on his face, and Fang Han clasped his fists and asked loudly.

"So what if it's a Yin Demon Sect monk?"

Fang Han raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Qianzhong with a half-smile, wanting to see what he could do, but he simply didn't do anything again.

"Oh, what a misunderstanding. I, the Song family, have always had a good relationship with your sect. If I had known earlier that you were a disciple of the Yin Mo Sect."

"Even if you give me ten courages, I still won't dare to fight you!"

From Fang Han's words, Song Qianzhong had determined that Fang Han was really a monk of the Yin Mo Sect. His attitude changed 180 degrees. When he looked at Fang Han, there was still a hint of flattery on his old face.

When Zhang Zhuji and Song Tingyu heard that Fang Han was a monk from the Yin Mo Sect, they were so frightened that their lips trembled. Without realizing it, they slowly moved towards where Song Qianzhong was.

"But you have already attacked me. I have always had a habit of killing anyone who attacks me, unless your strength or background is stronger than mine."

"But I see that the three of you are not willing to accept these two conditions. In that case, I have to do it reluctantly and send you three on your way. Jie Jie Jie!"

Fang Han stared at Song Qianzhong and the others with playful eyes, slowly raised his right hand, and in an instant, a finger formed by purple lightning formed in front of his right index finger.

Although the purple lightning fingers did not exude a breath, when Song Qianzhong not far away saw the purple lightning fingers, fine beads of sweat appeared on his face.

"No, this Yin Demon Sect monk's spell will definitely kill me even if I fight against him."

The monk's spiritual sense is very sensitive, and Song Qianzhong's heart was already ringing with alarm.

"Purple Thunder Xuanyin points!"

As Fang Han finished speaking, the Purple Thunder Xuanyin finger condensed on the index finger of his right hand turned into a purple electric light, and shot towards the Zhang foundation in an instant.

"Hoohoho!"

After the thunder dragon roared, Zhang Zhuji, who was still beside Song Tingyu, had no time to dodge and turned into dust.

"Miss, please wish yourself well!"

Song Qianzhong saw that Fang Han was determined to kill him, so he directly controlled the golden sword wheel spiritual weapon, turned into a golden sun, and carried unparalleled power, and chopped off Fang Han's head.

After this blow, Song Qianzhong headed in the opposite direction without looking back, and fled at high speed on the emerald green spirit boat.

"Song Qianzhong, if you dare to leave me behind, my father will never let you go!"

At this time, Song Tingyu reacted and cursed Song Qianzhong who ran away, as if she had forgotten Han's fear.

Facing the golden sun that was attacking him, Fang Han did not dodge. He just fired a purple thunder black yin finger and easily knocked it away dozens of feet away.

"Haha, even you, an old guy in the middle stage of foundation building, want to escape from our hands."

"A line of blood and sky!"

Looking at the spirit boat that was about to disappear into the sky, Fang Han's figure flashed on the spot and exploded into a line of blood. When the figure condensed again, Fang Han was already standing in front of Song Qianzhong.

"Please, let me go!"

"As long as you are willing to let Lao Chan go, Lao Chan is willing to be your dog and be driven by you for life."

Seeing Fang Han suddenly appear on the plywood spirit boat, Song Qianzhong was already frightened. He knew that even if he tried his best, Song Qianzhong would not be Fang Han's opponent.

With a "pop", he knelt down in front of Fang Han and kowtowed desperately.