son-in-law returns

Chapter 399

The young man in black grinned grinningly, and then directly slapped Fang Ze with his palm.

He didn't even want to let his men do it.

He wanted to personally torture this brat who mocked him as a minor role to death.

As he slapped his palm, there was a strong fishy smell in the air, and black smoke rose from that palm, which was obviously poisonous.

Fang Ze just stood there motionless.

Seeing that he didn't move, the young man in black felt as if he had been frightened, secretly proud of himself, and even saw Fang Ze rolling all over the ground begging for mercy in front of him.

Because his palm is full of Yin evil poison, as long as the person hit by his poisonous palm will feel pain like ten thousand ants piercing the heart, and then the skin of the whole body will rot every inch of it, and finally turn into a pile of white bones.

It can be said that countless people have died under his poisonous palm.

Mo Yizhou watched from a distance, feeling a little anxious, why didn't Mr. Fang hide, or just use the flying sword.

At the Mo family's ancestral grave that day, he only saw Fang Ze sacrifice the flying sword, so he only thought that Fang Ze's greatest skill was being able to use the flying sword.

Now it is obvious that he can also feel the horror of the palm of the young man in black. If this is shot, will Mr. Fang still be alive?
In comparison, the Mo sisters are calmer.

Especially Mo Jiayin, it can be said that she is not worried at all, and her small face is still proudly raised.

Dare to start a fight with Big Brother Fang, he simply doesn't know how to live or die.

At this moment, the palm of the young man in black had already touched Fang Ze.

He also smiled coldly, as expected, he was just a frightened fool, and it was a shame that he was so angry with such a fool.

But the next moment, his expression changed.

Because he felt that his palm was like being slapped on cotton wool, and he felt like a stone sinking into the sea.

Moreover, he also discovered that the black energy on his body was drilling into this person's body uncontrollably.

How is this possible, these black qi are the poison of evil spirits he cultivated, and ordinary people are afraid to avoid them, how could this guy dare to take the initiative to absorb them.

He looked up at Fang Ze in surprise.

I saw that Fang Ze just looked at him with a half-smile, and even that look made him feel like he was looking at an idiot.

He also wanted to withdraw his palm suddenly, but found that it was as if stuck with super glue, and he couldn't get it out no matter how he pulled it.

My heart was also terrified.

His subordinates also realized that something was wrong at this time.

He wanted to rush towards Fang Ze.

However, as soon as their footsteps moved, Fang Ze just glanced at them coldly, and they suddenly heard the crackling sound from their own bodies.

Then, with shock on his face, he fell down bleeding from his seven orifices.

The young man in black was also shocked at this time.

"You, who are you?"

He even started to panic, because at this time the evil spirit in his body was about to be absorbed completely, which was the result of his years of practice, and once it was gone, it meant that he was useless.

And he also felt that death was very close to him.

But he himself has no ability to resist.

"Do you want to live?" Fang Ze just asked with a playful smile.

The eyes of the young man in black froze. He had no doubt that this person would kill him, so he nodded hurriedly.

He knew that in front of this person, he no longer had half a ounce of confidence. Of course, survival was his greatest expectation.

"Well, I can let you go."

As Fang Ze spoke, the young man in black staggered back a few steps, and his palm finally left Fang Ze's body.

Then he fell straight to the ground.

He looked at Fang Ze with lingering fear.

It seemed that he still didn't believe it, but Fang Ze let him go so easily.

"Remember, my surname is Fang, Mr. Jiangcheng Fang. When you go back, bring my words to your sect master. If he is not convinced, you can come to Jiangcheng to find me!"

Fang Ze had already turned around at this time, and did not take another look at the young man in black.

The eyes of the young man in black flickered for a while, then he got up from the ground and fled away in a flash, as if he was afraid that Fang Ze would go back on his word and let him go.

"Mr. Fang, if you let him go, what if he finds more people to cause trouble?" Mo Yizhou was a little worried at this moment.

"He didn't dare anymore, and he won't." Fang Ze just smiled lightly, and walked up to Mo Jiayin.

"In the future, people who practice pylorus should not dare to approach you again, so you don't have to worry about it anymore."

At this moment, Mo Jiayin suddenly felt that Fang Ze was going to leave, so he couldn't help asking, "Brother Fang is going back to Jiangcheng?"

Mo Yun's expression also changed at this moment, looking at Fang Ze.

Fang Ze nodded lightly, "Well, if you have a chance in the future, you can come to Jiangcheng to play."

After saying this, Fang Ze also left Mo's house directly.

He intentionally let go of the young man in black because he was going to give Lian Pylor a gift. If Lian Pylori saw this gift and dared to make a mistake, then he would personally destroy Lian Pylor.

Besides, he had already revealed his identity in front of the young man in black, if Lian Pylori was looking for it, he would only look for him.

Now that the matter here has come to an end, it is time to go back.

Sister Mo Jiayin just stared blankly at his disappearing back, although she was reluctant but didn't say anything.

Because they also know that Mr. Fang does not belong here.

It's just that Mo Jiayin tightly twisted the corners of her clothes with her fingers, trying her best not to let her tears fall out.

……

In a certain deep mountain in the southwest region.

A bluestone hall is hidden in the deep mountains.

It is the main altar where the pylorus is refined.

A three-zhang tall statue of ghosts and gods stands directly above the bluestone hall of Lianyoumen.

Worshiped by the refined pyloric masses.

That ghost statue wears a ferocious mask, its body is pitch black, and its eyes are red. It is the founder of the Pylori Gate, and later generations call it the Patriarch.

Under the statue, there is a blood-colored pool, which is full of bright red blood flowing.

At this moment, a young girl struggled and was thrown into the pool of blood by several disciples.

The blood in the pool immediately rolled up, quickly submerging the girl in it.

Before the girl could even utter a scream, she had already melted into one body with the blood in the pool.

The red light in the eyes of the ghost and god statue also immediately flourished, making it look even more ferocious.

The members of Lianyoumen knelt deeply under the statue, and chanted strange incantations.

It took a long time for the ceremony to end, and everything returned to calm.

In the main hall, only a group of old men in black robes were left, sitting around under the statues. The bodies of those old men were surrounded by a cold aura, and they obviously possessed profound mana.

At the top is an old man with a withered face and skin like orange peel, who is holding a ghost head and a handcuff. He is the master of the pyloric sect.

"Has Heiwei not come back yet?" The Sect Master of the Lianyoumen asked slowly at this moment.

Hei Wei is the young man in black, his youngest disciple.

(End of this chapter)