Villain: Can I see what's wrong with the life script?

"boom!"
The two figures collided instantly.

"Boom!"
The violent energy raged everywhere, and the place where the two fought just now was instantly reduced to ashes.

After a round of fighting, the figures of the two flew to both sides.

"Fang Hongtu, today, I will kill you first, and then I will kill everyone in your Fang family."
The Master of the Nether Altar shouted loudly, his tone full of killing intent.

"Nether Altar Master, today, you will definitely die!"
Fang Hongtu roared, his voice full of determination and anger.

"Ha ha"
Hearing Fang Hongtu's words, the leader of the Nether sect suddenly burst into laughter, his face was full of jokes, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Ghost Scythe, unsheathed!"
The Nether Altar Master stretched out his right palm, and a black sickle appeared in his hand.

"Wow!"
The moment the scythe appeared, the space was instantly cut.

A strong ghostly death energy emanated from the sickle.

"call!"
A gust of wind blew, and the scythe danced lightly in the void, making a low hum, like whispers from the ghostly hell.

Looking at the scythe, Fang Hongtu's heart skipped a beat and his eyes narrowed. An extremely dangerous feeling appeared in Fang Hongtu's mind.

"Huh!"
The Nether Altar Master held the sickle, aimed at Fang Hongtu, and swung it fiercely.

"Om!"
The scythe in the hand of the Nether altar leader spun rapidly, and an incomparably powerful force swept towards Fang Hongtu.

Feeling the power of the scythe, Fang Hongtu's face showed a look of horror.

But at this moment, he not only has the essence and blood of the false emperor, but also has the will to die.

Therefore, seeing such an attack, Fang Hongtu did not retreat but advanced, and rushed directly towards the Nether Altar Master.

"Boom!"
The two sides collided instantly, making a violent collision sound.

"Crack!"
A crisp bone breaking sound rang out.

Fang Hongtu's wrist was severed by the Nether Scythe of the Nether Altar Master.

The Nether Sickle, once out of the sheath, will see blood, and its power is extremely powerful.

As the exclusive weapon of the Nether Cult, the Nether Scythe's attack power is extremely extraordinary.

"Puff!"
Fang Hongtu's arm was cut off by the Nether Scythe, and a mouthful of blood spewed out immediately.

However, there was no trace of pain on his face, and his face was full of madness and ferocity.

There was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

His other intact palm was slapped forward fiercely, and blood-red rays of light emanated from the palm, twisting and twisting in the air.

These blood-red rays of light absorbed the blood scattered everywhere, and transformed into long blood-red dragons in the air.

After the blood-red dragon took shape, it opened its teeth and claws and rushed towards the Nether altar master, exuding a strong and ferocious aura.

"Gathering dragons with blood?"
Seeing the blood-red long dragon, the master of the Nether altar narrowed his pupils slightly, his eyes flickering with surprise.

He didn't expect that Fang Hongtu would know such supernatural powers.

However, he wasn't afraid.

The Master of the Nether Sect gave a cold snort, waved the Nether Scythe, and greeted the bloody dragon.

"Bang! Boom! Boom!"
The Master of the Nether Church and Fang Hongtu once again had a fierce confrontation in the air.

"Boom!"
The two fought fiercely, and the sound of explosions continued to sound.

Ripples visible to the naked eye quickly spread around.

Outside the Fang Mansion, many monks turned pale with fright when they heard the series of explosions, and fled in panic.

But in the confrontation between Fang Hongtu and Fang Hongtu, Fang Hongtu would always be sent flying, spilling blood.

But every time, Fang Hongtu would immediately stabilize his body and attack the Nether Altar Master again, as if he would never tire.

The leader of the Nether sect did not show any weakness, and pursued Fang Hongtu closely.

Two people, you chase each other, the speed is extremely fast.

"boom!"
At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly sounded.

Fang Hongtu was once again knocked into the air by the master of the Nether altar, and fell heavily to the ground.

"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spat out from Fang Hongtu's mouth, and his face turned pale instantly.

This time, Fang Hongtu no longer had the momentum he had before.

Fang Hongtu struggled, trying to get up, and confront the Nether Sect Master again.

However, as soon as he got up, he fell to the ground again,
His chest heaved and his body trembled, and he seemed to be struggling, and it was difficult for him to fight again.

"Fang Hongtu, it's useless, just give up!"
Looking at Fang Hongtu who was lying on the ground, the Altar Master of the Netherworld had a sarcastic look on his face.

Hearing these words, Fang Hongtu's face became even more ugly.

However, he still didn't give up.

"Do not!"
Fang Hongtu shouted hoarsely.

How can he be willing?How can you admit defeat?

He is not willing!

He is not willing to fall like this!
"Not reconciled? What if you are not reconciled, you are still going to die in the hands of this seat!"
The Nether altar master said indifferently, and stabbed Fang Hongtu's neck fiercely with the Nether sickle in his hand.

Seeing that Fang Hongtu was about to die in the hands of the master of the Nether sect, suddenly several extremely strong momentum flew towards him from a distance.

"stop!"
These powerful auras approached quickly, and then an angry shout resounded throughout the Fangfu.

Hearing the voice, the Nether altar master, who was about to kill Fang Hongtu in one fell swoop, suddenly became ugly.

But his hands kept moving, and he continued to stab at Fang Hongtu.

"Thief, dare you!"

Seeing that the hands of the master of the Nether altar kept moving, a roar of anger sounded.

Hearing this angry shout, the Master of the Nether Church's expression moved slightly, but he still stabbed Fang Hongtu's neck without hesitation.

In the end, before a few people arrived, Fang Hongtu's throat was directly pierced, and blood flowed down the Nether Scythe, staining the entire ground red.

The head of the Fang family, Fang Hongtu, has fallen!
"Fang Hongtu!"
"Master!"
Seeing this scene, everyone present exclaimed in shock.

No one thought that Fang Hongtu would actually fall into the hands of the Nether Sect Master!

Fang Hongtu actually died!

"Master!"
"Master!"
Many of the remaining clansmen in the Fang Mansion cried out in grief, their expressions extremely painful.

"The Nether Cult thief, court death!"

At this time, several strong men who spoke out to stop the Nether world from taking the initiative to attack also arrived.

"You want to take care of my Nether Sect?"
The Master of the Nether Altar frowned slightly, staring at those old men, and asked in a deep voice.

"The Nether Cult dares to attack Fang's family, they should be punished!"
An old man with white beard and hair said coldly.

"Who are you, how dare you meddle in the affairs of the Nether Sect, believe it or not, I also killed you together?"
The Master of the Nether Altar glanced at the old man's face, his face was gloomy, and he said in a cold voice.