Fang Xing rushed up angrily. In order to prevent the Prisoner Cliff Lord from finding him, he made a special detour and copied up from the void next to him. With his current speed, even if his injuries had not recovered, he could It is not comparable to those Mongolian people. They chased the wind and the moon directly for more than a thousand miles, and then surrounded them back. The huge skull flashed with strange green flames and dived into the deep sea with a "plop". From here, he calmly waited for the clansmen who had escaped from Prison Heart Cliff.
Soon, a large group of figures appeared in front of them, a group of people, coming from the sky, like scattered birds, looking at the panicked appearance of each of them, but who is it if they are not the descendants of the Mongolian tribe in the Prison Heart Cliff? Fang Xing immediately beamed with joy, and when most of them were within his controllable range, he shouted loudly and broke through the waves directly out of the sea.
"The defeated general, where else do you want to escape? Hand over everything you have hidden on your body!"
He yelled loudly, extremely proud, but frightened those Mongolian people who were already terrified.
Just as he was running for his life in a hurry, suddenly such a big green skull jumped out of the sea, and even made a sound, yelling to grab something, who wouldn't be surprised? fell into the sea...
"Yes...the human scum who led the army to attack me on Xinya Cliff!"
Soon someone realized that this was Fang Xing's magic weapon, and after a startled cry, they all shot.
"Shh!" "Shhh!" "Shhh!" "Shhhh!"
In an instant, I don't know how many arrows rained down, almost forming a dark cloud.
The divine arrows of the Mongolian tribe have their own special features. Even if these monks are not good enough, the power contained in the arrows cannot be underestimated. It's just that Fang Xing is in the middle of a skull, and even the divine arrows of Prisoner Heart Cliff Master can hurt him No, let alone these small tribesmen, all the arrows of the gods hit the skull of the skull, "ding ding" sounded, but there was no trace left, and fell into the sea with a crash, Fang Xing But it was also a little annoyed. On the skull, the green flame suddenly rose sharply, extending out piece by piece.
Suddenly, the void seemed to form a cloud of fire. I don’t know how many Mongolian people were sucked in, but they didn’t even make a scream. They turned into dust and were blown away by the strong wind on the sea. There is not even a speck of ashes gone...
"I told you to hand over the things in your hands, don't you understand what the old man is saying?"
Fang Xing's domineering voice rang out, and his fierce gaze swept around from within the skull.
"Run... run..."
A dozen people were burned to death by a green flame, and the remaining Mongolian children finally realized that the strength of their own people was far inferior to Fang Xinglai's. Whoever yelled, everyone reacted, gave up resistance at all, made a mess, shouted and started running around.
"Still want to escape?"
Fang Xing sneered, clasped five fingers, and pressed down.
For a moment, the void of heaven and earth seemed to freeze at this moment. Within a thousand feet around him, all the Mongolian children who wanted to escape froze in the void, as if time had been frozen by him, and they still maintained the posture of fleeing, Can't move a cent.
"receive!"
Fang Xing's five fingers pinched again, and the power of heaven and earth suddenly changed in many subtle ways. These things, in his arms and on his hands, were bound by the power of heaven and earth to the Mongolian children in the field. Bags, storage rings and other things flew towards the skull one after another, it seemed like it was raining for a while, it looked so pleasing to the eye, even the eyes of the little princess of Yaochi lit up, and she hurriedly picked up a few One, I opened it casually, but the more I looked at it, the more excited I became, and I looked like a money fan...
However, Fang Xing also glanced at it, but he was a little disappointed, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
There are really no good things, mostly elves and magic weapons and so on.
But to be honest, at his level, there are really not many treasures that can be seen.
Now robbing has almost become a sport that he can do to eliminate condemnation!
"Go away..."
Fang Xing waved his hand lazily, ready to withdraw his supernatural powers and let them go. Although a thought flashed in his mind, thinking whether to kill them all, but he was not a good person to kill after all, and he was angry from the heart In the beginning, he was merciless, but usually he would just laugh and rob, and Zhao Hongying died in front of him before, so he was really full of anger at that time, and wanted to destroy Prisoner Cliff, but later made Prisoner Cliff the master If it is solidly pitted, the anger will disappear, and the killing will not be so great.
At this time, the idea of killing people just turned around in my heart, and I wondered if I could just let them go, and see if they could escape their fate.
But he didn't expect that just when he was about to put away his magical powers, a few hundred meters away from him, someone suddenly let out a low growl, suddenly jumped up, punched and broke the void, and from that position, a In the chaos, everyone ran away in a panic, and Fang Xing didn't use his mana again, but looked forward with interest, with strange eyes.
Imprisoning the void with the power of heaven and earth is just a slight extension of his Dao method. Although it was cast casually and does not contain too much divine power, it is not broken by ordinary monks. The Mongolian broke free from the confinement himself. , and he can shake his fist to shatter the confinement of the void. From this point of view, he at least has the strength of the Nascent Soul realm, otherwise he would not be able to do this at all!
"Devil, you broke the cliff of my prison and beheaded my people. Today I will fight you to the death!"
The man who broke Fang Xing's emptiness shouted loudly, and there were more than a dozen people following him, all of whom were of good cultivation, and seemed to be the children of the Mongolian nationality with good status. Then, he rushed towards Fang Xing in a shuttle shape.
"Huh? Is there really someone who is not afraid of death?"
Fang Xing sneered, looked through the skull's eye holes, and looked at those people.
Most of those people's cultivation bases are Yuanying realm or Jindan Mahayana, and they have no chance of winning against themselves. It is considered courageous to dare to challenge themselves, especially when other tribes around them are in a mess , They seemed to have a posture of "even though there are tens of thousands of people, I will go", Fang Xing also sighed in his heart, seeing the death will in their eyes, and he was ready to fulfill them.
"Hey, that's not right..."
When the divine power was about to surge out, Fang Xing was startled suddenly, thinking of a question.
"Hehe, how can there be so many people in this world who are not afraid of death?"
He raised his head and glanced in the direction of Prisoner Cliff, thinking that even the master of Prisoner Cliff is such a coward. When he saw the King of Gods coming, he went there to discuss the matter of surrender. If he failed to surrender, he decided to fight to the death. What the hell could it be
And there is no murderous intent on him, those people shouldn't be unable to see it!
Don't take a good escape route, but why do you want to die by your own hands
Are they fools
Or is it that the Mongolian people are so capable, even a fool can cultivate to the Nascent Soul realm
If there is a purpose for them to take the initiative to die, then it would be interesting...
With a slight movement in his heart, he guessed this possible Fang Xing, and immediately glanced at those people, only to find that although they had the will to die in their eyes, they were ready to die under his hands, but But not everyone is so resolute, they seem to be forced, and following his eyes, they find that not everyone is looking at him firmly, but many people look behind him intentionally or unintentionally. I glanced in one direction, and my eyes were full of surprise or fear or concern...
"These bastards are trying to get my attention so others can get away..."
Fang Xing immediately realized this in his heart, and simply ignored them, looking behind him with all his spiritual thoughts.
In the chaos, there are all Mongolian children fleeing and crying. These people are not important enough to make so many masters risk their lives in exchange for their chance to escape. Someone must have taken advantage of the chaos to hide in these people to escape. Fang Xingshen I read it several times, and soon my eyes narrowed, and I locked on an old man in a black robe. The man's cultivation was obviously stronger than those of the clansmen who rushed towards him, but he desperately suppressed his own strength. Breath, it seems that he is afraid that he will notice him, and he will run away among the ordinary people...
What attracted Fang Xing was not his cultivation, but the jar in his arms!
The jar was black, at first glance it looked no different from a wine jar, and it didn't have any amazing spirituality, but it was hugged tightly by the old man. Through that jar...
"There is a baby!"
Fang Xing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he wanted to catch up immediately.
But at this moment, on Prisoner's Heart Cliff, a fierce gaze suddenly looked at him.
Fang Xing was terrified for a moment, knowing that it was the Prisoner Cliff Lord who was fighting with the God King, staring at him, and eagerly defended himself with all his strength, but he waited for a few breaths, but nothing happened. Really just glanced at myself inadvertently.
"He is really disheartened, and he knows he can't kill me, so why don't he just ignore me?"
Fang Xing was also slightly startled, and then laughed lowly: "Or maybe he is worried that I found that jar?"
Thinking in this way, Fang Xing suddenly laughed, deliberately driving the skull with incomparable ferocity, and rushed forward fiercely towards the Mongolian warrior who rushed in front of him, while the green flame was soaring, he rampaged and struck fiercely, After a few moves, those people had been killed so helplessly that they were in danger, but they were on the Cliff of Prisoner's Heart, but they didn't even look over at all.
At this time, Fang Xing had also determined the importance of the jar, and during the fierce fight, he quietly threw a relic into the sea.