Chapter 1177

The first generation of the supervisory hall turned into nothingness and completely disappeared, and has contributed its last strength to the supervisory hall.

Although he was old and strong, he was not the opponent of the magic puppet after all, and could not prevent the destruction of the monitoring hall.

At this moment, Fang Lin's eyes have been fixed on situ Zheng and Ding Yulong.

The two people were stared at by Fang Lin's eyes, and immediately fell into an ice cellar, cold from head to foot.

Even the first generation of the Lord of the monitoring hall is not the opponent of the dragon family devil, and the two of them are even more unable to face the dragon family devil.

"Fang Lin, you have committed a great crime, don't you stop?" Situ Zheng suddenly drank.

Fang Lin's face was expressionless: "I don't think I did anything wrong. This monitoring hall is not the original monitoring hall anymore. It has been corrupted from top to bottom and needs innovation."

"Even if the monitoring hall needs innovation, it's not your turn to do this. If you destroy the monitoring hall, even if your master is Tiankui Su Lao, he can't protect you!" Situ Zheng said, looking extremely ugly.

Fang Lin smiled: "it doesn't matter. What I do has made great contributions to Dan Meng. Dan Meng will not punish me, but also greatly appreciate me."

Situ Zheng and Ding Yulong's eyes completely changed, looking at Fang Lin as if they were crazy.

A group of monitoring envoys also looked at Fang Lin in disbelief. Is this guy really crazy? Can you say such shocking words?

You burned the monitoring hall and seriously injured the three main hall owners. I'm afraid no one has gone too far than you since ancient times. If this Dan Meng doesn't punish you severely, it's simply unreasonable.

"Demon puppet, kill both of them." Fang Lin said faintly.

Seeing the empty body moving, the black dragon appeared in front of situ Zheng and Ding Yulong in an instant with a dark evil spirit.

"You even want to kill me and others?" Situ Zheng drank a lot, but he was not afraid.

Bang!

Fang Lin didn't speak, and the magic puppet wouldn't stop. A palm hit, and the violent magic gas immediately patted situ Zheng and Ding Yulong out.

Ding Yulong, who had only half of his body left, was shot dead on the spot, and his head was forcibly smashed.

However, situ Zheng used the treasure at a critical moment. The purple light condensed on his body and blocked the magic puppet's palm, which barely saved his life.

Seeing this, the magic puppet continued to chase situ Zheng away.

The hall monitors the hall Lord, but he has broken an arm, and the chased one has no way to heaven and no door to the earth. How miserable and embarrassed.

Situ Zheng gnashed his teeth and his face was ferocious. He didn't expect that he would end up in such a field.

Originally, he was the high Lord of the monitoring hall, who was in charge of the conviction and punishment of countless alchemists in the Dan League, but now he can't even control his own life.

The shadow of death hung over situ Zheng's head. He had not felt this sense of crisis that suffocated him for many years since he became the Lord of the temple.

If there was a choice, situ Zheng would never allow Tian Gangsu to put Fang Lin under house arrest. He had known that Fang Lin was a madman, so he shouldn't take this hot potato.

Now, not only was his monitoring hall burned badly by a fire, but his life was about to end.

If he had known this, situ Zheng would not have put Fang Lin under house arrest in the monitoring hall. It would be nice to send out the plague God as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, the big mistake has been made. Even though situ Zheng has endless regrets, it is difficult to change the current situation.

When the magic puppet came, situ Zheng trembled and suddenly threw out the treasure in his hand.

This is a purple spar, which seems to be sealed with a drop of blood, with a very strong breath.

The magic puppet's palm smashed the purple crystal stone, and also released the purple blood in the crystal stone.

Situ Zheng saw this and was delighted. This drop of purple blood was a precious thing at the bottom of his box. If it hadn't been for this purple blood to play a role just now, situ Zheng had been killed by the magic puppet together with Ding Yulong.

Purple blood floats in the air, and the breath released immediately makes the magic puppet feel threatened.

Obviously, this purple blood is definitely from the strong, and it is not an ordinary strong. Maybe the owner of this drop of purple blood is not much weaker than long Jiankong.

Hum~

I saw this drop of purple blood shining brightly, and the purple light shone everywhere, and there was a faint violent breath penetrating out.

Suddenly, a finger emerged from the purple blood and went towards the demon puppet with a vast breath.

This finger is also purple, which is the condensation of all the power of this drop of purple blood, and it is the embodiment of the will of an absolutely strong person.

A drop of purple blood can evolve into a martial art of one kind.

The magic puppet felt threatened from the purple finger, and his magic Qi surged, and a startling punch suddenly burst out.

The next moment, purple fingers and black * * fists collided.

The fierce demon gas spread everywhere, and the purple finger suddenly collapsed after being supported for a moment by the strong fist strength of long Jiankong.

The purple blood light was dim, and its breath weakened, which obviously consumed its own little power.

Long Jiankong is long Jiankong after all. It can be called a peerless strong man in contemporary times. There is no doubt about its strength.

Although the purple blood is extraordinary, it is only a drop of blood. No matter how extraordinary it is, it has little power after all.

Except for the level of the ancient super strong, a drop of blood also has great power.

Obviously, this drop of purple blood has not reached that level.

Purple blood dissipated and completely lost strength, while situ Zheng lost his registration card.

Seeing empty, the magic puppet dragon didn't forget Fang Lin's order and killed situ Zheng who fled in a hurry again.

A palm fell, and situ Zheng's mouth gushed blood. He fell down suddenly, and he was expected to die.

At this time, figures galloped from the distant sky.

Fang Lin narrowed his eyes and saw the flying figures. There was no surprise. On the contrary, he smiled.

"Now that it's already in trouble, make it bigger and turn the Dan League and the nine countries upside down!" Fang Lin murmured. With a wave of his hand, the magic puppet returned to his back, just like Fang Lin's shadow.

Those figures finally came close, not others, but masters of several elders and Dan Meng.

Tiankui Su Lao was also among them. When they came to the top of the monitoring hall and saw such a scene below, their faces changed dramatically, and they breathed coldly. They couldn't believe what they saw.

Even if a few old people are used to seeing the ups and downs, they are still shocked to see this scene in front of them.

The monitoring hall is gone? And it looks like it was burned by a fire, scarred and scattered.

"My God, what happened here?" A strong danmeng man's lips trembled and his face was shocked.