In ruins.

Fang Che jumped up: "Kill!"

Seven directions simultaneously became a sea of ​​blood.

Fang Che has stopped and will no longer continue the massacre. Almost all the masters of the Guangming Sect have died in his hands.

He stood high up, with calm and cold eyes, watching streams of blood flying through the air and entering the blood bucket.

The entire old site of the Guangming Sect was transformed into a hell on earth in an instant.

Watching the waves of blood rising, Fang Che's eyes were cold and sharp. At this moment, he just knew that the Guangming Sect was gone. But he himself didn't know that the last message left by the Blood Demon in the world was cut off at this moment!

Not long after...

Long Yikong flew over: "Cult Leader, the rest are family members, old, weak, women and children... Look..."

Snap!

A hard slap fell on Long Yikong's face.

"Do I need to say my order a second time?!"

Fang Che's whole body was filled with murderous aura: "Long Yikong, do you want to be the leader?!"

Long Yi spat out blood, rolled out, and knelt on the snow trembling: "My subordinate is wrong!"

"roll!"

"yes!"

Long Yi stood up in the air, holding a bloody sword, and rushed into the crowd fiercely.

Ding Juran was also following the massacre, and his sword was even sharper.

However, when he killed the old, weak, women and children, he couldn't help but stop, but the next moment he saw Long Yikong, who had gone to ask for instructions, was slapped and almost killed!

Suddenly my heart trembled.

I once again gained a new understanding of the ferocity of the Night Demon.

Swinging his sword, he also joined in the new killings.

Anyway, they are people from the Demonic Sect. As one of the five southeastern religions, the Guangming Sect has been entrenched in the southeast for thousands of years. In these thousands of years, I am afraid that billions of people have died because of the Guangming Sect.

Nowadays, there is nothing wrong with killing their women, children, the elderly and the weak.

A full three hours later.

Seven people covered in blood returned from seven directions.

"Lecturer, I'm waiting to come back to you."

"There is no one left alive in the Guangming Sect."

Fang Che put away the blood bucket and said calmly: "Statistics, clean the battlefield, search for treasure houses and warehouses, pick out the important supplies and take them away, pile up the rest, and come here to get them!"

"The entire Illuminati Sect and all buildings were destroyed!"

"Anything, as long as it has value, is what our Night Demon Cult needs!"

"Yes, leader."

The four guides were so frightened that they collapsed on the snow, feces and urine flowing out!

Although they are from Jianghu, when have they ever seen such a super massacre? Where tens of thousands of people gathered, they were killed so directly!?

The seven people began to collect continuously. First, they collected all the belongings and weapons on the corpses and piled them up into a mountain.

Then start looking door to door.

We are all masters. With just a push, the house will be turned upside down and all the valuable things will come out.

With one move of your hand, it flew into the big pile.

After finishing tidying up the bits and pieces, I started to tidy up the warehouses of various departments of the general helm, and then gathered them all together again, and finally tidied up the main warehouse of the entire teaching.

I have to say that this time I really made it happen.

The Guangming Sect has accumulated thousands of years of foundation, which is like a whole golden mountain to the Night Demon Sect. And this time, not even a single golden hair escaped.

Catch them all in one go!

Except for the branch helmsman outside, there was not even a dog left at the chief helmsman.

There is a huge pile of gold and silver.

Fang Che searched Gu Shanfeng's body for a long time before finding a space ring.

I knew this existed.

Although Yinshen Palace does not exist, it does not necessarily mean that Gu Shanfeng does. After all, it is one of the five southeastern religions, and Fang Che feels that Yinshen Palace does not have upper-level connections, but there is an 80% chance that Gu Shanfeng does. Now... As expected.

This is a personal space ring. Gu Shanfeng is dead. Fang Che easily erased the mark of spiritual thoughts and then openly made it his own.

Divine consciousness comes in and takes a look.

He was immediately disappointed: "I have never seen such a small space ring! What the hell...what is this enough for?"

Mo Wang was a little curious: "How old is the leader?"

"The roof reaches half the house."

Fang Che held it in his arms with disgust.

"Is this still young?"

Mo Wan was shocked: "Half a house is still small?"

Aren’t most space rings the size of a cube?

Looking at the family treasure on my finger, I... should be... less than half the size of a house. It is already considered top-grade, and usually it is as precious as life.

As a result...the leader was so disgusted.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. If you have space rings, hurry up and collect them. Pick up the good ones first. Take away the best ones. The rest will be piled here. Then wait for the next time. Find opportunities to come and pretend to go."

Fang Che made some calculations and looked at the wealth, weapons, etc. covering several mountains... He waved his hand with a headache.

There are so many things, even if all the human space rings are filled up, it is not bad to only take away one-twentieth.

Others...

That is absolutely impossible to take away.

So he has already sent a message to Fang Yunzheng.

"...Black Mist Peak, the chief helmsman of the Light Sect, I have killed all the Light Sect, and there is a lot of wealth inside... One day later, I will send someone to pick it up. A few more people or a few more rings will be brought. It's really

It’s too much…”

"But it can't be publicized to the outside world... It'll be fine if the Night Demon Cult takes the blame. It's not convenient for me to speak now."

Fang Che finished sending the message.

Then follow the previous operation and delete the message. Only the usual greetings to my father are left.

"How are you doing lately?"

"good."

"Is everything okay at home?"

"good."

"I got you some wine."

"good."

"And that flower, how did my mother feel after eating it?"

"good."

This is forward.

Then it's the other way around.

"How is your inspection work? Are you tired outside? Pay attention to your health."

"good."

"Come back when you have time, your mother misses you."

"good."

"Be careful during the recent blizzard."

"good."

"..."

It fits the image of a father and son who have no feelings in the eyes of outsiders and try their best to chat awkwardly with each other.

Fang Yunzheng didn't reply as usual.
To be continued...