I can sweep the heavens

The sudden situation made the three customers next to them scream in shock, and ran out of the store as if fleeing.

Fang Yu stood up, glanced at the smashed wall in front of him, turned and walked towards the kitchen in the store.

Sure enough, he saw a dead body.

This corpse should be the real owner of this noodle shop.

The reason why Fang Yu walked into this noodle restaurant was because when he passed by the door, he sensed a familiar atmosphere.

It was the subtle aura of the power of the magic circle that I sensed when I entered Falling Immortal Valley.

The corpse of the restaurant owner in front of him had a distorted expression, bulging eyes, and skin as pale as paper.

The way of death is exactly the same as the death of those warriors whose blood and soul were drained in Fallen Immortal Valley.

That little boy was obviously sent by the Witch God Sect.

When Fang Yu first stepped into this noodle shop, he knew almost everything about it.

After that, he just pretended not to know, wanting to see what the little boy was going to do to him.

It's a pity that there is nothing new about the little boy's attack.

It's nothing more than adding ingredients to that bowl of noodles and that glass of water.

Fang Yu didn't know what poison he used, but there was no need to know.

Anyway, his body has long been invulnerable to all poisons.

Fang Yu turned around and returned to the store, and walked out through the smashed wall.

Outside is an alley, where the little boy fell.

However, at this time, his appearance is no longer what it used to be.

After being punched by Fang Yu, the bones on his face were completely shattered, and a large piece was sunken.

Therefore, his disguised face was also beaten back to its original shape.

Not a boy at all, but a dwarf old man with wrinkled skin.

At this time, the old dwarf was not dead, but he was almost there.

He was lying on the ground, blood kept flowing from his mouth and nostrils.

His body twitched slightly, and there was a whimper in his throat, obviously in great pain.

Fang Yu walked up to him and looked down at him with indifferent eyes.

Only the eyeballs of the dwarf old man could move.

He looked at Fang Yu with only fear in his eyes.

How can it be?

He obviously added a large dose of Pohun powder to the bowl of noodles, and added thousand poison powder to the glass of water!

They are all poisonous things in the world!

If ordinary people ingest even a little bit, they will die suddenly!

But Fang Yu ate the whole bowl of noodles and drank the glass of water at the same time.

Swallowing both types of poison into the stomach, how could nothing happen! ?

This situation has exceeded his cognition!

"If you want to kill me, can you be more creative?" Fang Yu asked.

The old dwarf lay on the ground, unable to speak at all.

He stared at Fang Yu, longing in his heart for the poison to explode at a certain moment, causing Fang Yu to die suddenly.

Fang Yu took another step forward and asked, "Should your leader order you to kill me?"

"Instead of sending people over one by one to die, why don't I take the initiative to go to our lair."

"Tell me, where is the base camp of the Witch God?"

The dwarf old man's heart skipped a beat.

Fang Yu looked at the dwarf old man and frowned slightly.

The old man's entire face was sunken, and his mouth was obviously unable to open.

That punch just now was too hard.

"Forget it, let's do it by ourselves." Fang Yu squatted down, stretched out a finger, and tapped the dwarf old man's forehead.

He wants to perform soul-stirring on the dwarf old man and search for his memory.

But at the moment when his consciousness penetrated into the soul of the old dwarf, a certain imprint on the old dwarf's soul suddenly exploded.

"Snapped!"

In an instant, the soul of the dwarf old man collapsed.

Sure enough, the souls of everyone in the Witch God Cult were imprinted.

This also means that the highest authority in the Witch God Cult can control the lives of everyone in the Witch God Cult.

Whoever he wants to die is all in one thought.

And it helps him control everyone under his command.

Fang Yu stood up, looked at the corpse under his feet, expressionless.

"The witch god taught me that sooner or later I will take over my lair."

In a desolate suburb in the west of Huaibei, there is an abrupt building.

Its architectural style is very retro, like a church.

At the top of the church stands a statue, a monster with wings and a devil face.

At this moment, on the highest seat in the church, sat a man in a red robe.

The man wore a golden crown on his head, and a veil on his face, revealing only a pair of eyes.

These eyes are quite strange.The left eye socket was pitch black, with no white.And the right eye socket is pure white, not a trace of black can be seen.

One yin and one yang, separated left and right.

This person sat on a seat symbolizing dignity, quietly looking down at a group of people kneeling on the ground.

There were nearly 80 people kneeling on the ground in an orderly manner.

Kneeling in the front row were five people in black robes.

In the second and third rows, twenty people in purple robes were kneeling.

Further back, there are a large number of people wearing white robes and gray robes.

This is the strict hierarchy within the Witch God Sect.

Except for the archbishop, go down layer by layer.

Everyone just knelt on the ground without saying a word.

The entire church was eerily quiet.

After dozens of seconds, the person sitting on the high seat suddenly made a hoarse voice.

"He is dead."

Hearing these words, a black-robed man who was kneeling in the front row raised his head and said, "Archbishop, this son's strength is far beyond our imagination. I don't recommend sending anyone to assassinate him."

The archbishop on the high seat was silent for a moment, and said, "Say what you think."

"To kill this son, we should use the curse killing technique! This can not only reduce our losses, but also completely execute this son!" said the man in black.

The Archbishop of "Cursed Kill" seemed lost in thought.

"We can use the most extreme bloodline curse to kill this son, including everyone who is related to him by blood!" the black-robed man said ruthlessly.

"To perform the Bloodline Curse Kill, you must get the blood and hair from his body. In the end, don't you have to send someone to attack him at close range? Otherwise, how do you get these two items?" The person next to him questioned.

"There are many ways to get his blood and hair, and it doesn't have to be a sneak attack." The man in black said with a chill in his eyes.

"Since we are sure, let this matter be handled. As long as I can see Fang Yu's body, I will give the supreme reward." The archbishop said.

"Thank you Archbishop!" The black-robed man beamed with joy, and lowered his head again.

Fang Yu spent the whole afternoon studying the spirit pressure array in his room.

He tried to combine the spirit pressing array and the spirit devouring technique, but after calculation, he found that it was almost impossible to do.

The principles of the spirit pressing array and the spirit devouring formula are basically similar, but it is quite difficult to integrate them into the magic technique.

From absorbing true qi to absorbing aura.

If Fang Yu was really allowed to research this technique, there would be no solution.

He just needs to find a place where warriors gather, and then use the spirit devouring technique to absorb the spiritual energy in the dantians of all the warriors around.

Now he is only 35 floors away from the [-]th floor of the Qi refining period.

If this kind of large-scale spirit devouring art can be researched, the 35th floor is not a problem at all!

Thinking of this, Fang Yu became more excited and focused.

It wasn't until after ten o'clock in the evening that his cell phone rang, which pulled him out of his ecstasy.

The call was from Li Bingyan.

"Boss, it's awesome, really! It's awesome, 750 points! Oh my god, do you know how I reacted when I just heard the score? I threw my phone out" and answered During the phone call, Li Bingyan spoke for a long time in an excited tone.

"What do you want from me?" Fang Yu interrupted him and asked.

"Boss, are you still in Nandu?" Li Bingyan asked.

"Yeah." Fang Yu replied.

"That's good. Tomorrow is Friday, let's take a cruise ship from Nandu Wharf to Kowloon Island for two days." Li Bingyan said.

"I still have work to do, so I don't have time to play," Fang Yu said.

"Oh, boss, the results of the college entrance examination are all out, so why are you so busy? Why don't you go out and relax after getting such good grades? I also called Yu Yueyue. Just go and take Yu Yueyue out to play." Li Bingyan said, "The Dragon's House on Kowloon Island happens to be holding the Dragon's Rest in the past two days, so it's good to open your eyes in the past."