monk family

Chapter 736
"Oh!"

A blast.

The two wooden doors of Tian's ancestral hall were blown to pieces.

A blood man was thrown into the air.

"Cough cough cough."

When the blood man opened his mouth, a large cloud of blood spewed out.

The blood man wore a Huanglun hat on his head. He was the ancestor of the Tian family, and he was also the only late Jindan cultivator of the Tian family. He is now the only panting survivor of the Tian family.

He was full of indignation.

Glaring left and right.

Almost hysterical:
"Who are you?"

"My Tian family has never had any grievances with you, why did you want to destroy my Tian family!!"

"A manly man dares to be brave, show his body if he has the ability, don't be that shrinking turtle! I Tian"

The ancestor of the Tian family hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly felt his body lighten up. Looking down, he found that everything below his neck had turned into a puddle of blood. , sneered:
"I know what you want to keep my head, but you can't achieve your goal, I"

The ancestor of the Tian family.

Originally thought of detonating his head.

suddenly.

There was a little frost on his face.

Xueshuang quickly clung to his entire head, his eyes and thinking were all frozen.

An invisible hand in the air carried the frozen head of the ancestor of the Tian family to the backyard of the ancestral hall.

Layers of gates shattered automatically with "bang bang bang", leading directly to the place where the ancestors of the Tian family were buried. The crow squatting here realized that a strong enemy was coming, and "croaked" a few times, and suddenly became bigger. Climb to the fifth level in a few breaths, which is equivalent to the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

Obviously.

This crow is the real background of the Tian family.

"Who is coming?!"

The crow flew into the air.

Eloquent.

however.

next moment.

The originally invincible crow trembled suddenly, as if seeing something terrifying, it quickly shrunk to the size of a palm, and flew to the ground tremblingly, with a trembling voice:
"Senior, spare me! The younger generation was cast a spell by the ancestors of the Tian family, and had to stick to this tomb of the dead. I also ask the seniors to have a large number, and bypass the small ones once, and the small ones must be taken care of."

The crow finished speaking halfway.

suddenly.

There was a burst of explosions behind him.

But the tombs of the ancestors of the Tian family were blown into powder one after another.

After half a column of incense.

A dark cloud condensed on the Henglian Mountains, and thunder rolled down, and the entire Tian family was like a sea of ​​thunder, obliterating all traces of the past.

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The Tian family was wiped out.

The Fu family did not receive the news until the third day.

at that time.

They are discussing the distribution of Congealing Pill distribution.

Ningling Pill is a fourth-level elixir. If you take one, as long as you don't have too poor aptitude, you can advance to the golden elixir stage.Nowadays, there are many peak monks in the foundation building of the Fu family, but there are only eleven Condensing Spirit Pills.

In the chamber.

Fu Zixu and Fu Zhihong sat on the left and right sides of the head.Fu Shiyi and Sixth Sister sat on the left side of the lower head, and they were the only ones who were qualified to discuss the Ningling Pill.
The old man Fu Zixu pondered for a while, then said:

"Eleventh, Mo Lan, you were the ones who made the Ningling Pill, and it should have been all distributed by you, but now that the clan is in danger, we have to consider the overall situation. What I can do is to freely allocate two quotas to you , you can give it to whoever you are willing to do. The premise is that their cultivation base is able to take pills to form pills within half a year."

The voice did not fall.

Sixth sister didn't even think about it, she opened her mouth and said

"I'll leave it to my mother and Siyuan."

Thirteenth Aunt has already reached the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment.

but.

Liu Wanzhen's son, Fu Siyuan, was only at the seventh level of foundation building, so it would still be a bit risky to forcibly form an alchemy right now.

(End of this chapter)