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

Seeing Xie Jinsong's expression, Mo Daokong also understood that it must be because of the presence of the foundation-building senior beside him that he did not dare to speak.

"Senior, this junior is Mo Daokong, the leader of the Mo Clan's Immortal Clan!"

"I don't know why senior came to our Mo family in Qingniu Mountain. Why do we need our Mo family's help for senior?"

"Senior, no matter what you say, as long as we, the Mo family, can do it, we will use the strength of the whole family to complete the task entrusted to you by senior!"

In response, Mo Daokong could only grit his teeth and step forward respectfully, facing Fang Han with a smile on his face, waiting for his ancestor to come.

"There's no rush. It's better to wait for your ancestor to come. You can't make the decision yet."

As if he had read through Mo Daokong's thoughts, Fang Han waved his hand casually, and Mo Daokong exhaled a long breath after hearing what Fang Han said.

"Looking at how easy-going this senior foundation builder is, he should have no hostility towards our Qingniu Mountain Mo family."

Mo Daokong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Why did Xie Jinsong appear next to Fang Han? He simply ignored it.

"The ancestor of the Mo Clan's Immortal Clan has arrived!"

As a loud shout rang out from behind the courtyard, the eyes of many monks in the field were involuntarily attracted by the loud shout and looked back.

Behind the crowd, an old man with white hair and a ruddy face appeared. Beside this old man were two middle-aged men holding swords who were in the late stage of Qi refining.

The person who just opened his mouth to shout loudly was a middle-aged man holding a sword who was in the late stage of Qi refining beside the old man like a bodyguard.

"I'll wait to meet fellow Taoist Yuanhai!"

Seeing the old man appearing, everyone hugged him.

"The ancestors of the Mo family in Qingniu Mountain are really impressive when they appear on the stage. They are really comparable to the Yin Mo Sect and the good-looking outer sect elders, Ze Zeze!"

Fang Han had a playful smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth were raised with disdain clearly visible.

Mo Yuanhai, the ancestor of Qi Refining and Perfection of the Mo family, never stopped smiling like a chrysanthemum.

"Fellow Taoists, thank you all for coming to attend my concubine's wedding in three days."

Mo Yuanhai was seen waving his dry and wrinkled arms at the monks around him, walking slowly towards Fang Han's location.

Just when Fang Han was impatient, Mo Yuanhai finally walked up to him. With a hint of flattery on his wrinkled old face, he cupped his hands and said to Fang Han:

"Senior, why did you come to Mo's house?"

Fang Han had an intriguing expression on his face. He ignored Mo Yuanhai and glanced at the audience playfully, and then said loudly:

"Everyone, I have something very unfortunate to announce to you!"

All the monks in the field were confused when they heard what Fang Han said. They looked at Fang Han with a confused expression.

Fang Han simply didn't keep them waiting for a long time. He paused and continued:

"Then you are going to hell with the Mo Clan of Qingniu Mountain today, Jie Jie Jie!"

As soon as Fang Han finished speaking, the expressions of both Mo Yuanhai, the ancestor of the Mo family, and the monks who came to attend his concubinage ceremony changed drastically.

Although Mo Yuanhai's face was full of fear, he still had the courage to step forward, bow to Fang Han, and asked tremblingly:

"Senior, I wonder if the old Mo family has any misunderstanding with you?"

"You will naturally know when you go down there to meet the King of Hell!"

Fang Han had no intention of explaining the reason to Mo Yuanhai, so he slapped his hand on the storage bag on his waist and directly pulled out the Ten Thousand Soul Banner that had been upgraded to a mid-grade spiritual energy.

As soon as the Ten Thousand Soul Banner appeared, the temperature of the entire Mo Clan's Immortal Clan's mansion suddenly dropped, as if ice was about to condense.

"No, everyone run away, this foundation-building monk is a demon cultivator!"

A knowledgeable monk recognized the Ten Thousand Souls Flag in Fang Han's hand. He shouted at the many monks who were still in a daze and ran towards the exit of Mo Mansion.

As soon as the monk finished shouting, all the monks in the Mo Mansion courtyard reacted and started running around like headless flies. In an instant, there was chaos in the field.

"You are very smart!"

"But, do you think you can escape safely by causing a commotion? What a joke, hehehe!"

Fang Han casually glanced at the person who had just spoken, with a strange smile on his face, which made Xie Jinsong beside him feel horrified.

"Ten Thousand Soul Banners, chi!"

As Fang Han pressed his hand, a stream of pure demonic energy was injected into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. The moment the demonic energy entered the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the entire Mo clan's Immortal Clan mansion was instantly blocked by the Yin Qi pouring out of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner also floated away from Fang Han's palm and flew to the sky above the Mo Clan. The banner turned into a three-hundred-foot-large mass of ferocious ghost faces.

The monk who ran towards the exit of Mo Mansion ran directly into the Yin Qi wall that suddenly appeared in front of him, and then a grimace with green face and fangs condensed on the Yin Qi wall.

I saw the green-faced ghost open its huge mouth that reached to the ears, and swallowed the monk who was trying to escape in one mouthful.

"Puff, ah!"

Not long after the green-faced ghost swallowed the monk, the sound of cracking bones came from his mouth, which was also accompanied by a shrill and inhuman scream.

In just an instant, the residence of the Mo Clan's Immortal Clan turned into a purgatory on earth. Ghosts filled with fear were torn out of the body by the ghosts floating out of the Ten Thousand Soul Flags and then eaten completely.

Mo Yuanhai, the ancestor of the Mo family, was given extra care by Fang Han. He was surrounded by more than 1000 resentful ghosts with ferocious expressions.

Although Mo Yuanhai looked embarrassed, his life was not in danger for a while. These resentful ghosts seemed to be afraid of him, and they held out a red seal-like magic weapon suspended beside him.

"Smash the Cang Yuan Seal for me!"

I saw the crazy look on his old face, manipulating the blood-red seal that turned into the size of a millstone, and smashed into the group of resentful ghosts surrounding him with bursts of thundering sounds.

Whenever the blood-red seal strikes down, a blood-red electric light will erupt within a range of several feet, and at the same time, the nearby resentful ghosts will be blown away.

"Old man, it seems you still have some ability, but that's about it."

Fang Han condensed, and then the coercion belonging to the foundation building stage was released from his body without reservation.

"Bump bump!"

Suddenly, many monks in the field who were still struggling to support the siege of the resentful ghosts were pressed to the ground by Fang Han like dumplings.

Even Mo Yuanhai, who was fighting against thousands of resentful ghosts and never lost any chance, was no exception.

Although Fang Han is only in the early stage of foundation building, Fang Han's spiritual pressure is not inferior to that of ordinary monks in the middle stage of foundation building.

After seeing all the monks lying on the ground, Fang Han muttered words to control the resentful ghosts who wanted to come forward and devour flesh and blood to stop their actions.

After these resentful ghosts stopped moving, Fang Han looked down at the many monks who were staring at him with fear on their faces.

"Don't be afraid, you will soon end this sinful life, Jie Jie Jie!"

Fang Han took out a stack of talismans from his storage bag. As soon as he thought about it, these talismans glowed with dark purple talismans in Fang Han's hands.

Instantly floated away from Fang Han's palm, forming a strange formation in the air like an altar.