"What Little Sage Lord Tongtian has done is quite in line with Shenting's intentions. Your Highness Twins seems to have objections?"
The old slave in the gray robe of Shenting dare not ignore the attitude of the Son of the Ye Clan. After all, he has gone deep into the pure land and is surrounded by enemies. He relies on the God of the Ye Clan to ensure his safety. He was above himself, so when he heard that there seemed to be displeasure in his words, he hurriedly asked. Such a question also attracted the attention of others.
"Hehe, you said that his nonsense is quite in line with Shenting's intentions, so what exactly is it?"
Shenzi Yezu's face was gloomy, and he didn't answer directly, but asked indifferently.
The gray-robed old slave was slightly startled, and said: "Isn't our trip here just to negotiate with the Pure Land and quell the Tianyuan war as soon as possible? Appeasement is the first, and the second is deterrence. These Tianyuan monks are all low bones. So, it may not be obedient and obedient, occupying a pure land, and clamoring to expel the gods from Tianyuan, so our trip originally meant to show the power of the gods and let them retreat in spite of difficulties. Isn't it just in line with the intention of deterrence to defeat many masters in the Pure Land by one's own strength?"
"Oh, deterrence rather than provocation!"
The Ye Clan god son smiled coldly, and said coldly: "If you want to show off your strength and intimidate you, it's fine to let any god son take action to defeat the Pure Land Tianjiao, but like him, directly defeating the Pure Land alone, is this a deterrent? He was clearly provoking the blood and anger of the Pure Land cultivators. Now that he is showing off so much, the entire Pure Land has almost been beaten into a mourning soldier by him alone. His aura has been exhausted to the extreme. What's the next step? Hehe, he has fallen to the bottom. I'm afraid the next step will be a violent and unpredictable rebound, right?"
As he spoke slowly, the face of the Yezu god son became more and more dignified: "There are still two days left in the challenge he set, and I am afraid that it will lead to a real counterattack from the pure land. The outcome is unpredictable, and the pure land will also There are bound to be many people who are truly aroused by him... Let's take a step back, this devil is also born in Tianyuan, no matter how strong he is, how can he represent my god clan's abilities?"
The words of the Ye clan's god son expressed another opinion, and even the old slave in the gray robe of the god court pondered.
But at this time, the son of the Ye Clan lowered his voice suddenly, and said coldly: "Besides, we are not really here to deter the Pure Land!"
"this… "
Hearing the words of the God Son of the Ye Clan, the gray-robed old slave was slightly taken aback, and his face gradually became serious.
He knew, however, that this group of little sages came to the Pure Land to find something at the command of the God Lord.
Even he didn't know the specific reason, only the Ye Clan God Son knew the specific plan.
The so-called envoy to the Pure Land to negotiate with the Immortal League is just a cover, and that matter is the real top priority.
"About that matter, I don't know if His Royal Highness Twins has..."
After the old slave in gray robe froze, he hurriedly asked in a low voice, not daring to have any more opinions.
"I know it in my heart!"
The Son of the Ye Clan answered lightly, then glanced at the descendants of the Little Immortal Realm, turned and entered the city.
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"It's still a bit short of heat!"
But at this time, Fang Xingyi defeated nearly a hundred masters in the Pure Land, and his aura was almost at its peak. His eyes were coldly swept away, and no one dared to look directly into his eyes. It is only the fifth day now, and he has such an impressive record, which is enough to make him famous all over the world. If the Protoss has not come, I am afraid that he will be able to show off just because of this battle. The legend of a freak sweeping the Pure Land can't compare to him, after all, he is the real sweep, sweeping all opponents...
It's just that he himself is still frowning slightly, a little dissatisfied.
There are many reasons for challenging the Pure Land. One point is to arouse the blood of the Pure Land cultivators, and the other point is for oneself.
He wants to comprehend all kinds of supernatural powers through these fierce battles, and refine the demon body into a hundred-fighting soul soldier!
Use the method of refining soldiers to refine your own demon body!
But now, he has indeed fought against hundreds of masters, and he has also seen countless kinds of extraordinary supernatural powers, which have benefited a lot from the growth of the strength of the demon body, but after all, his starting point is too high, and the demon body is extraordinary , so even if he got benefits from these pure land monks, these benefits are not enough to make his demon body have essential changes, just like forging a magic weapon, no matter how much mortal firewood is added, No matter how many techniques are used, it is still not enough, and a flame that transcends the world is needed!
"It would be great if there were a few more real masters..."
Fang Xing turned expressionless and turned back to the city, but he was thinking in his heart.
Fortunately, on this day, he deliberately showed off and fought Baixiu alone, suppressing the aura of the Pure Land to the extreme.
Presumably, those masters who are more secure can't sit still, right
Now he has two days left in his seven-day challenge, and he needs to use these two days to attract the real big fish!
"Pure Land, oh Pure Land, I hope you won't disappoint me too much..."
Fang Xing thought in his heart, turned his head and glanced at the mourning Pure Land cultivators, and laughed in his heart.
When the pressure reaches the extreme, there should be a rebound, right
After thinking about it carefully, he felt that everything was still largely under his control, so Fang Xing was a little relieved.
Today, I just go back and take a good rest. Tomorrow, I wait for the real master of Pure Land to show up!
However, even he didn't expect that not long after returning that night, and before he had tempered his demon body with fairy flames, several guests suddenly ushered in. Hua Mi'er, son of the clan god, and the others came hand in hand and went directly to visit his shrine. This surprised Fang Xing, who was devoted to refining the Hundred Wars Soul Soldiers, and his expression was displeased.
"You should stop!"
The son of the Ye clan entered the shrine, sat cross-legged on the futon, and spoke directly, his tone unquestionable.
"Stop it? What kind of hand?"
Fang Xing was stunned when he heard this, and tilted his head to look at the son of the Ye clan.
"After you came to the Pure Land, no matter how you messed around, I didn't care about you, but now you have gone too far, especially today, defeating the ancient Baixiu by one person, I am afraid that it has aroused the dissatisfaction of the Pure Land Immortal Alliance, so Our itinerary this time is extremely unfavorable, as the head of the little saint, I have a heavy responsibility, so I can only come to you, and accept your farce, it can't continue!"
The Son of the Ye Clan had no expression on his face, his speech was rigid, and he looked like he was doing business.
"Hehe, I've already let go of the words. Five out of seven cities have been fought. If you tell me to stop, they have to agree!"
Fang Xing listened, sneered in his heart, and spoke lazily.
But the Ye clan god son said indifferently: "If you lose, they will naturally not be entangled in this matter!"
"What do you mean?"
Fang Xing frowned slightly, his eyes were like swords, and he looked straight at the Ye Clan God Son.
The Ye Clan God Son met his gaze, unmoved, and said lightly: "You have won the past few days, and you have already figured out that you have enough limelight, so you can find a reason to lose tomorrow, or lose to the Gu Clan God Son, a Buddhist master!" That’s fine, anyway, there’s no need to win anymore. As long as you lose, I’ll have my own way to save your life, and the Pure Land Immortal Alliance’s resentment towards you won’t be that heavy, so it’s easy for us to act!”
"Find an excuse to lose?"
When Fang Xing heard this, his entire face darkened.
This son of the night tribe likes to play surprise attacks the most. On the issue of Baiduan Mountain, it is the same way, and now it is still the same way. , Everyone understands the importance of resource creation, but Fang Xing is extremely annoyed by what he has done now. Isn't he laying the groundwork for the past few days just to wait for the explosion in the last two days? The matter was about to be completed, but he suddenly came over and intervened!
What does it mean to just find an excuse to lose? When did this guy have the qualifications to point and point at himself
As Fang Xing's face turned down, the temperature in the entire shrine seemed to drop.
Even Ji Dao, the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm, Shen Zi of the Bull Demon Clan, Shen Zi, and others couldn't help but tighten their expressions at this moment.
The atmosphere in the venue was suddenly chilling, and everyone was quietly waiting for Fang Xing's answer.
And Fang Xing was also silent for a while, and then suddenly he laughed a few times, and looked up at God Son of the Ye Clan.
"Why do you think I'll listen to you?"
One answer, straight to the point, without any cover-up or euphemism, straight and unceremonious.
The son of the Ye clan didn't expect him to answer so directly, a flash of anger flashed on his face, but it disappeared soon, but the evil spirit on his whole body became stronger, lowered his voice, and replied coldly: " I am the head of the Little Sage!"
"I'm still a popular person in front of the God Lord..."
Fang Xing replied with a sneer, and looked at God Son of the Ye Clan provocatively.
Everyone in the room choked when they said a word, thinking that it was too direct and shameless.
But if you think about it carefully, it really makes sense...
Especially negative Shanzi, his eyes are about to burst into flames!
Back then, this bastard beat himself up just because he was a celebrity in front of the God Lord!
"I've already tried to persuade you with good words. Could it be that you really don't know what's good?"
After a long time, the son of the Ye clan squeezed out a few words from his teeth, and looked at Fang Xing with extremely unfriendly eyes.
"Yo drink, do you still want to do it?"
Fang Xing's heart trembled, but on the surface he seemed to be following a rascal, he jumped up directly, and with one move with one hand, the pressure in the entire shrine suddenly increased several times, and he ruthlessly covered the heads of the Yezu Shenzi and others. After passing by, it was like a sharp knife hanging over their heads.
If he was in other places, he would really be a little afraid of the god sons of the night clan, but now it is different. Body, these people can't easily hurt themselves, they can be easily driven out, but they may not be able to kill them, so it's no problem to protect themselves!
On the other hand, the son of the Ye Clan, with a sneer and sneer on his face when he heard the words, said lightly: "I won't fight with you!"
As he said that, he looked at the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm, and said softly, "I just want to introduce you to a few friends!"