那是一位年轻的和尚,衣着朴素,很可能是某个小宗门的弟子.
这真是寻死啊!
张明阳眼中闪过一丝不屑.就算是他这样的身份,也要逃命,这个微不足道的人竟然不敢留在这里?
但面对生死,他来不及多想.飞梭没有减速,继续向洞口冲去!
至于挡住去路的年轻人,他随手抬起胳膊,准备一挥手就照顾他.
然而,当他靠近那个人影时,他惊恐地意识到自己的想法是多么愚蠢!
陌生的黑衣青年神色平静,黑发在飞梭制造的风中狂舞.
更令人震惊的是,围绕着少年的巨大血气,深邃如海洋,压倒性的存在,让张明阳汗毛竖立——这分明是真正的武圣!
"野武圣从哪里来?!"
张明阳在心里咒骂着,连忙想:"等一下,这可能是我活下来的机会了!
在目睹了两位长辈的功法后,他已经成长了一些,当即决定模仿他们.他对着远处的年轻人影喊道:
"江少爷,您来得正好!快帮我挡住后面的魔主!
喊完这句话,张明阳根本不在乎年轻武圣的反应,试图从他身边飞过!
这*彩虹拉*是他父亲送给他的最强救命神器.以他所有的实力,就算是武圣也追不上他!
这个倒霉的家伙来得正是时候.让这位奇异的武圣帮他抵御魔主吧!
However, what was imagined to be a good situation turned out to be cruel reality!
The next moment, Zhang Mingyang saw the young man's originally calm eyes suddenly shoot out a chilling gleam!
Swish!!!
Zhang Mingyang felt a flash of golden light in front of him, and the figure appeared right in front of him at an unimaginable speed!
This completely overturned his understanding—he had already fully activated *Rainbow Pull*, how could someone intercept him so easily?!
The young monk sneered, clenched his five fingers, and struck out with a fist like thunder, as if a massive iron fist was bursting in Zhang Mingyang's horrified gaze!
Boom!!!
The violent fist strength suddenly erupted, and a howling hurricane swept through the area!
The *Rainbow Pull* protecting Zhang Mingyang shattered, and his bones cracked with a sickening sound, blood pouring from his seven orifices!
His body was hurled like a kite with its string cut, crashing deep into the mountain rocks!
As he neared unconsciousness, a cold, mocking voice came to his ears:
"Bastard, you like to use people as shields, huh? Then I'll reward you by having you die with this Demon Lord!"
As the young master of the Sun and Moon Sect, Zhang Mingyang had always been confident in his sect's heritage.
He was sure that with the *Rainbow Pull* in place, no Martial Saint could harm a single hair on his body.
But who knew... this Martial Saint in front of him was so powerful that he didn't play by the rules!
Not only did the opponent easily catch up with his escape speed, but one punch shattered his protective treasure!
The feeling of death was closing in, and Zhang Mingyang's breathing grew more erratic, his mind foggy. Hearing the young man's cold words, an uncontrollable fear spread through him.
He hurriedly begged:
"Senior, wait! I am..."
"No matter who you are, you must stay here today!"
Fang Yuan coldly interrupted his words. He had originally wanted to kill this guy with a single punch, but unexpectedly, the treasures on Zhang Mingyang's body were unexpectedly tough. One punch didn't kill him, and it seemed like he'd need a second punch!
Thinking quickly, Fang Yuan flashed before Zhang Mingyang in an instant, his overwhelming aura completely enveloping him!
"Stop!!"
At this moment, a violent shout suddenly erupted—it was the Demon Lord, the poison enemy!
The Demon Lord of Poison was completely stunned, unable to comprehend the situation before him.
At first, when Zhang Mingyang had shouted for Master Jiang, he had believed it and planned to deal with Fang Yuan first.
But who knew this new young monk would immediately knock Zhang Mingyang down, and now he was on the brink of death!
Aren't you supposed to be a sect elder? Why are you more ruthless than our demon race?
Just as the Demon Lord was filled with confusion, he saw the young monk relentlessly attacking the severely injured Zhang Mingyang, seemingly intent on killing him completely!
Now, the Poison Demon Lord could no longer sit still. Its entire body exploded with demonic energy as it charged toward Zhang Mingyang with full force!
It hadn't forgotten its mission—to rescue Zhang Mingyang!
The scene was extremely strange—one of the most feared demons was desperately trying to protect a human cultivator!
And the one chasing after this human cultivator was another human!
"Boom!"
The Poison Demon Lord's crocodile-like claws tore through the air but were still a step too slow.
Fang Yuan paid no attention to the "stop" and casually lifted the dying Zhang Mingyang from the deep pit with a grip like an iron claw.
The young monk's pale fist gleamed with blinding golden light, rapidly enlarging in Zhang Mingyang's terrified eyes—
"Boom!!!"
A muffled explosion, and the fist pierced through the void. The body of the Sun and Moon Sect's young master exploded into a bloody mess!
[Slay the Demon Sect's Young Master, Good Deed Value +110000]
Seeing the text from the *Scripture of the Good*, Fang Yuan unconsciously raised the corner of his mouth in satisfaction.
Good, very good. Although the actions of that guy, Ruan Tianhe, cost him some Good Deed Value from a Martial Saint, today's gains still exceeded expectations.
This first day in the Upper Realm had already made him feel fulfilled.
It couldn't be helped, this Upper Realm was too chaotic—demons and demonic sects everywhere. It really needed someone like Fang Yuan, a great benefactor, to purify this world thoroughly.
"..."
The Poison Demon Lord's demonic eyes were fixed on the broken body in the pit, its crimson pupils contracting violently.
It stood silently, not knowing what to say. It never expected its target to die at the hands of another human.
It had tried, but still failed to save Zhang Mingyang...
What's going on? Why does it feel like it's the righteous one in this situation?
"You bastard..." The Poison Demon Lord's fury surged like a volcano, its demonic energy erupting, "Didn't you hear me tell you to stop?!"
Fang Yuan leisurely wiped the blood off his hands, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "What? Is he your father? Why are you protecting him so much?"