This person is too strong!
Fang Xing has seen countless masters in his life. There are old monsters like Genbo who are unfathomable but seem to show no mystery, and there are people like Liannu who have mysterious origins and cannot describe how strong they are. It was a fierce battle between saints, but no matter how strong these people were, his cultivation base at that time was weak, so he couldn't deeply feel the terror of the opponent. Until now, standing at this end of the bone bridge, watching the other end slowly A creature that crawled up, but he couldn't help jumping up in shock, holding a small thing in his hand, and the other hand was already raised to his waist calmly, ready to use defense at any time to avoid being rushed by the opponent...
The one who came was also a relic of the wilderness, and it was a standard royal family. It had two horns on its head, and it was ferocious in appearance. Feeling terrifying and ferocious, it slowly crawled over the wide bone bridge. The bone bridge made of white bones, which was stronger than fine steel, made an overwhelmed "squeak" sound at this time, and the nostrils Just breathing out a faint fire, drifting to the distance, forming a strong wind hundreds of meters away...
It was only after seeing it that Fang Xing finally realized that on this flat wasteland, there is a terrible gust of wind blowing all the year round, sweeping everything and everywhere, it seems that the root cause of this gust of wind is here, it is this old monster caused by breathing!
too strong!
With just one glance, Fang Xing concluded that this old man might have the strength beyond the tribulation!
He even vaguely recalled that when he was in Baiyujing, there was a battle between the saints, and the pure land sage, Yang Mo, rode a relic of the wilderness to fight, and his fighting power was astonishing, almost killing the saint. …
"Roar… "
The different dragon came in heavy steps, and wherever it passed, all the remnants of the wilderness turned around and bowed to the ground, roaring in a low voice to show their respect.
"Should I call you the God King, or the Great Desolate Dragon King?"
In the huge field, only Fang Xing and the little thing he held in his arms did not bow down. Compared with these huge prehistoric remnants around them, the two of them were not much bigger than ants, but Fang Xing faced Without fear, he carefully observed the surrounding environment, then unscrupulously sized up the alien dragon, and asked with a half-smile, his tone seemed a little mocking.
"Fang Daoyou should have seen it, we invite you here, there is no malice!"
The alien dragon was uttering words, with a dignified expression, and glanced at Teng Snake, who was thumping to the shore in the big lake, and seemed a little helpless: "Little Teng Snake seems to have an old grudge with you, and he insists on scaring you. But it wasn’t the old man’s instruction!”
"Perhaps you can ask your daughter. Although she is young, we have discussed these matters with her!"
Next to him, the little silver dragon king also smiled and said calmly.
"Daddy, although the golden-horned dragon king grandpa and the silver-scaled little dragon king uncle are ugly, they are both good. At that time, bad guys fell from the sky and killed many people. It was they and Xiao Tengteng who rushed out of the devil's abyss and killed They killed a lot of bad people, and then brought me here. They also went out to help me inquire about my mother and you. Until a few days ago, they said that you would pass by here, and there was danger. I begged them to help you, and they agreed. and then said that when you pass by, I will definitely bring you over... "
The little thing held Fang Xing's face in his fleshy little hands, and seriously told what he knew.
Of course, these words made the faces of the old golden horn king and the little silver scale king a bit ugly...
What do you mean by "although you are ugly"...
After hearing this, Fang Xing asked a few more words in a low voice, but he also understood that when he was preparing to duel with Fuyao Palace Shao Situ, Longnu and others were worried and wanted to come to watch the battle, but the little thing was too small. But she didn't want her to see such a scene, so she stayed in the palace of Dujiexianhui and arranged for someone to take care of her. But later, the gods descended, the world was in chaos, and Dujiexianhui was also hit. The little thing was terrified, and could only escape under the protection of Jie Dao disciples, but the gods came, and the people around her were all killed. Fortunately, at that time, the flying snake in the demon abyss brought Hong Huang The Remnant Seed appeared and rescued her.
And this Soaring Snake was originally obtained by Xiaodongxi's biological mother from Xuanyu, but was snatched by the Lingqiao Sect in the Northern Region of Shenzhou. Fang Xing destroyed the Lingqiaozong and snatched back the Soaring Snake. Dongxi also inherited her mother's Dao source, and has a blood brand with this Teng Snake. She is its little master. After Fang Xing snatched the great tripod of Fengchan Mountain and fled, Longnv also brought Xiaodong to the South China Sea. Living in seclusion, it was inconvenient to carry this flying snake, so under the guidance of the Dragon Lord, he sent it to the Demon Abyss Honghuang Bone Hall to practice.
During this period, Soaring Snake and Little Thing hadn't seen each other for more than ten years, but the blood relationship would not be affected. Therefore, when the gods descended, it was the first to sense Little Thing's crisis. Rush out to save people.
Of course, this Teng Snake was loyal to the little thing, but it was different to the other side.
This guy has grown up a lot, but he still holds grudges, but he always remembers that Fang Xing beat him half to death when he was young, and he was pinned to his belt as a dead rat, so when he asked Fang Xing, he started Narrow minded, wanting revenge...
Of course, the result was another hard meal!
"The situation was so chaotic at the time, it scared you!"
Fang Xing squeezed the little thing's face, and looked at the silver-scaled little king solemnly: "I saw that you didn't intend to kill, and I saw this strange snake and felt the breath of this little girl. I just came here with you, but if you really have no malicious intentions, why didn't you directly explain the reason, but deliberately acted like that in front of Fuyao Palace?"
"I did that because I didn't want Fuyao Palace to know the true attitude of our Honghuang Bone Palace, and secondly..."
The silver-scaled little king smiled faintly, and said: "I have never liked human races, and I also wanted to take this opportunity to see the ugly appearance of those women..."
"Oh, there's one more question..."
Fang Xing nodded, looked at Old King Jinjiao, his brows were frowned, and he said slowly: "According to what you said before, the relics of the wilderness have received the decree of the God Lord and have been named the Twelve Gods." Wang, is this matter true or false?"
He has always been very suspicious, and he didn't believe that the Great Desolate Bone Hall was a friend rather than an enemy because of the little things and the Teng Snake. After all, they were fierce when they forced him to come here, but they treated each other with courtesy when they arrived here. He couldn't understand this group of people. What the monster was planning? The situation was very complicated. Even he couldn't distinguish friend from foe for a while, so he simply asked this question in principle.
But after hearing his question, it was the Golden Horn Pharaoh who laughed and said, "This matter is true!"
"Um?"
Fang Xing frowned, and looked at its face like a sword.
The surrounding atmosphere also suddenly became serious, with invisible wind gathering and dispersing, drifting endlessly.
"The god lord issued a decree to enshrine this old man as the god king of the prehistoric world, guarding the millions of miles of magic abyss. This is true!"
The Golden Horn old king said in a low voice: "This old man has accepted his divine decree, and this matter is also true!"
Fang Xing raised his eyebrows, but he heard something different from what it said.
Sure enough, when the Golden Horn Old King said this, there was a little mocking in his big eyes, he sneered, his body slowly lifted up, like a mountain rising into the air, Fang Xing's eyes dimmed But the light was blocked by it, the deterrent power is almost indescribable, and the old king of Jinjiao looked down at Fang Xing quietly, with a kind of kingly majesty in his voice: "But the Great Desolate Bone Palace betrayed Tian Yuan is a fake, and it is also a fake to prepare to devote one's life to God..."
"Are you pretending to be effective?"
Fang Xing raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.
"Hehe, it's hard to tell whether it's true or not!"
The silver-scaled little king gave a low laugh, took up the conversation, and said lightly: "The Protoss has shown great sincerity and confidence in the matter of enveloping our Honghuang Bone Palace. Persecuted, huddled in the corner of the demonic abyss, survival is becoming more and more difficult, and when it comes to the hatred with the human race, it is probably deeper than those three thousand gods who were slaves of the immortals. To a certain extent, we are natural allies. 10,000 reasons to join forces with the Protoss to kill all the humans... "
"Even I agree with what you said, but why didn't you do it?"
Fang Xing took the words lightly, and the expression on his face did look a little puzzled.
Coexisting on the Tianyuan Continent, the hatred between the various races is beyond words to describe. The human cultivators and the monster race, and the relics of the prehistoric, and even the same lineage as the Canglan Sea Dragon Clan, even have different cultivation philosophies. If it is said that there is blood feud, there is blood feud between any two major races. For millions of years, I don’t know how many killings and fierce battles I have experienced, and I don’t know how many bones and blood have been laid down. , Haoshou Poor Sutra, it is difficult to describe...
"For survival!"
The little silver-scaled king answered without any hesitation, and was very serious. He glanced at Old King Jinjiao, and after getting his permission, he said in a low voice: "In order to gain the loyalty of my Great Desolate Bone Palace, the gods even promised to When they achieve their goals, they will even withdraw from Tianyuan, and let my Great Desolate Bone Palace guard the entire Tianyuan Continent. In the eyes of others, this is probably my long-cherished wish for tens of thousands of years, but unfortunately, they are all wrong. This Tianyuan Continent is no longer suitable for our race to prosper... "
When he said this, he was silent for a while, left some words unsaid, then looked at Fang Xing, and said, "In short, you only need to trust us. You can't help us!"
Fang Xing didn't break the casserole to ask the end, but just smiled strangely: "Then what are you looking for me for?"
Hearing the words, Old King Jinjiao slowly moved forward, his huge eyes fixed on Fang Xing, looking extremely dignified, his voice seemed to come from all directions, mysterious and profound: "We need you to do one thing, to save Our people, save the human race too!"
What it said were too heavy and serious, which stunned Fang Xing.
After a long while, he opened his mouth with an extremely firm voice: "Hehehehe... I won't do it!"