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

When the ten kneeling boys and girls saw Fang Han's gentle smile, they clapped toward Fang Han like puppets.

"Hey, hey, don't blame us, Han, for being ruthless. This is a world of the jungle and the strong. The so-called man who doesn't work for himself will be destroyed by heaven and earth!"

Fang Han's eyes flashed fiercely, and he stretched out his left and right hands to grab one person each. Without hesitation, he used the Five Elements Soul Seizing Technique to seize the spiritual root in the person's body.

In the past few dozen breaths, ten more boys and girls with bleeding from their orifices appeared at Fang Han's feet.

"Jie Jie Jie, although you ghosts are weak, mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are. Waste is not our style, Fang Han!"

As soon as Fang Han finished speaking, he took out the soul-eating flag and stripped the souls of the ten dead people from their bodies and put them into the flag.

With a flick of his finger, a fireball flew away from his fingertips and landed on ten corpses. In an instant, the ten corpses were reduced to ashes. Fang Han put away the soul-eating flag and opened the door to the house with a wave of his hand.

"Next group!"

When Chen Tianlong saw the door reopened, he opened his mouth and shouted to everyone.

Just like this, after a stick of incense, Fang Han had devoured all the spiritual roots of more than 300 people. Naturally, none of the people whose spiritual roots were swallowed were alive, and their ghosts were also collected by Fang Han into the Soul-Eating Banner. It can be said that these people There is not even a chance for reincarnation.

"Swallow the spiritual roots of more than 300 people, and each of my five element spiritual roots has a single attribute."

"They are all equivalent to the cultivation speed of three spiritual roots. The five added together are five times the cultivation speed of three spiritual roots."

Fang Han felt very satisfied with the changes in the spiritual roots in his body. He stood up and walked out of the house. When he saw Chen Tianlong who was still waiting nervously at the door, Fang Han waved to him slightly.

"Master Fang!"

Seeing Fang Han waving, Chen Tianlong ran up to Fang Han and bowed respectfully.

"I am very satisfied with your performance over the years. This is a bottle of elixir that I personally refined as a reward for you."

Fang Han casually took out a bottle of elixir and handed it to Chen Tianlong.

"I wonder, Master Fang, what does this pill do?"

Chen Tianlong excitedly took the elixir handed out by Fang Han, and then asked with some confusion.

"This elixir is a good thing. Taking one pill can extend the life of a mortal by one year. There are ten pills in the bottle and taking them all can extend the life of ten years."

Fang Han looked at the elixir that he heard could extend life, and Chen Tianlong, who was very excited, said meaningfully.

What Chen Tianlong was holding was the last time he got only one bottle of blood pill from an evil cultivator. However, this bottle of blood pill was only made by a mortal. To Fang Han, it was just a bottle of garbage.

Therefore, Fang Han did not hesitate to give this bottle of rubbish blood pill to Chen Tianlong. If Chen Tianlong knew that the life-extending pill in his hand was made by a mortal, I don't know what his expression would be.

"I wonder if Master Fang still has this elixir in his hand!"

After Chen Tianlong heard that the pill in his hand was a life-extending pill, his eyes glowed with golden light, and North Korea, who was breathing rapidly, asked.

"Gang Leader Chen, you are a little greedy..., but I like it."

When Chen Tianlong heard what Fang Han said, he came back to his senses and his face was full of panic. When he heard the next sentence, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Gang Leader Chen, as long as you serve me well, I will certainly not treat you badly!"

Fang Han changed his tone and continued to Chen Tianlong with a smile on his face.

"Master Fang, don't worry. I, Chen Tianlong, will work harder for you in the future to find someone who can lift the Immortal Talisman."

Chen Tianlong's face was full of flattery and he promised Fang Han repeatedly.

"Very good. Now I'll leave first. If you need to crush this talisman, I will come to find you!"

Fang Han took out the Nether Soul Reaper Blade and jumped up, throwing a yellow talisman to Chen Tianlong.

"Thank you, Master Fang!"

Chen Tianlong knew very well that as long as he had this talisman with him, he was doing things for the immortal master. Anyone in the secular world must consider whether he can withstand the anger of an immortal master before touching him.

As Chen Tianlong watched respectfully, Fang Han quickly turned into a black dot and disappeared into the distant sky.

"Now, there are still about twenty days before the Qixia Secret Realm opens. Now I am not far from the Yin Demon Sect, so I don't need to be in such a hurry."

At this time, although Fang Han had the spiritual power to instantly recover from the centuries-old spiritual milk, Fang Han was still very exhausted from flying at full speed for more than 20 days day and night.

In this way, every time Fang Han flew hundreds of miles, he would lower his escaping light, sit cross-legged, close his eyes, regulate his breathing and practice.

"There is a cottage down there. It just so happens that we can spend the night in this cottage tonight."

At this time, Fang Han, who was flying with his sword, saw a mountain stronghold at his feet and planned to go down and rest for the night.

"Hurry up, hurry up, today is the king's happy day, don't think about fishing or you will be beheaded by the king, don't say that I, Liu Erhu, didn't warn you."

On the mountainside, there are now more than a dozen fierce-looking bandits, struggling to carry boxes of goods. One of them, the leader with a mustache, is constantly urging the bandits to carry the boxes.

"Third Master, these goods are too heavy. My brothers want to move them faster, but there is no way!"

One of the bandits who was carrying goods said helplessly to the man with a mustache who called himself Liu Erhu.

"Everyone, do you need any help?"

"Nonsense, can't you see that we are exhausted? Hurry up..., who are you?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind the bandits. The bandits were naturally eager to hear someone taking the initiative to help move the goods. They suddenly came back to their senses, looked at the person behind them and asked warily.

"Hey, hey, hey, of course I'm a good person!"

The person behind the bandits was Fang Han, who was looking at the bandits with amusement on his face.

"Brothers, don't talk nonsense with him and just chop him!"

Li Erhu felt vaguely uneasy when he saw the handsome young man suddenly appearing behind him, so he directly ordered Fang Han to be killed.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Boy, grandpa is going to chop you into pieces!"

The mountain bandits all vented their anger on Fang Han for carrying the goods. After hearing the order from the mustached Li Erhu, they put down the wooden box in their hands and took out the machete behind them. Dozens of them swarmed up and killed Fang Han.

"What a bunch of stupid ants!"

Fang Han put away his smile, and each of his ten fingers condensed a fireball emitting terrifying heat, and threw it directly at the charging bandit.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The mountain bandits who rushed towards Fang Han were frightened to death when they saw Fang Han condensing a fireball. However, they could not stop for a while and could only hit the fireball coming towards them. At the moment of contact with the fireball, these mountains The bandit only had time to let out a scream before he was reduced to ashes.

"Pfft, Master Immortal, spare your life!"

When Li Erhu saw that his men were killed by Fang Han at will, he made a loud noise, knelt down and kowtowed to Fang Han.

When he saw Fang Han condensing a fireball, he knew that Fang Han was an immortal cultivator and was not something a mortal like him could provoke.