There was a bang, the sky and the earth were dark, and the mountains were flattened...
Even Fang Xing and the others in the small world felt a thrilling shaking, and they just prayed that this small world must be stronger, so as not to be destroyed by the turbulent demonic energy outside. However, the accident did not happen. Although in the small world, I also felt the trembling feeling, but after a period of violent shaking, the outside finally calmed down. After it was confirmed that it was safe, Fang Xing and others jumped out of it in a hurry, looking around, looking for Xiao Xue's trace.
Outside, there is a messy scene after a large area of demonic energy raged. There are large groups of gunpowder smoke filling the void, and the surrounding cliffs, earth and rocks hundreds of miles away have been flattened, turning A huge void was opened, and in this void, only the Zhuxian Formation and the stone bridge behind it were still suspended in the air, turning into an extremely majestic place...
The God Son of the Hades has disappeared.
In the middle of the big cloud of gunpowder smoke, only a quiet figure can be seen.
A white dragon with two horns and four claws hovered in the void. On the dragon's head sat a white-haired woman. White socks and white boots, and even the bone sword buckled around her waist are all white, but now, on her white skirt that is so white that it is almost dazzling, there are nine black lines strangely falling down at this time, which is strange and unusual, the first day of junior high school It looks like a dead thing, but if you look at it with your divine sense, you can feel the terrifying magic contained in the black thread...
"Senior Sister Xiao Xue... Besieged?"
Fang Xing still remembered what he heard before he hid in the small world, his mind tensed, and he walked forward slowly.
He was really worried.
Obsession is not terrible, what is terrible is complete obsession!
Just like the devil ancestors in his consciousness, or himself, all have the name of devil head, but it is more added to them by others, because their actions are full of evil spirits, so they are not in line with the Dao , Others are not used to seeing it, so they call it a devil!
But if Xiao Xue is completely possessed, she will become that kind of ruthless existence...
Fang Xing was afraid of this!
"Hoo!" "Hoo!"
Fang Xing came over to stir the void, bringing up gusts of breeze, which disturbed Xiao Xue who was in deep thought.
She turned her head slightly and looked into Fang Xing's eyes.
At this moment, Fang Xing's mind was brought to the peak, his eyes were extremely strange, but he soon let go of his mind.
"Brother Fang, hello!"
Xiao Xue saw him, suddenly smiled slightly, and opened her mouth lightly.
"… Scared me!"
Fang Xing suddenly put his heart back into his stomach, and patted his chest, obviously really scared.
"What are you afraid of?"
Xiao Xue smiled lightly, full of tenderness, and asked a question.
Fang Xing looked at her intently again, and said, "I thought you were really possessed!"
Xiao Xue smiled and said, "I am indeed possessed!"
Fang Xing was stunned for a moment, and his eyes became suspicious again.
Xiao Xue smiled softly: "I was originally one of the three successors selected by the demon, and I have the qualifications to inherit the demon's heart, but I still made a choice after all, inheriting the "Supreme Heavenly Art", but gave up Inheriting the demon heart, in this way, although it may not be possible to reach the sky in one step, and there are many hardships and twists and turns on the road of cultivation, but at least it still retains its own spirituality, so that it will not kill everything!"
No one knows how much abandonment Xiao Xue's lightly tapped "Giving up the devil's heart" represents, and she herself did not point it out, and Fang Xing didn't even bother to think about it, and directly echoed with a smile: "This is the only way to get rid of it." Yes, that's good, that's very good..."
"Truly desperate people may inherit the devil's heart, I don't!"
Xiao Xue didn't explain, just smiled lightly, looking calm and calm.
"The three descendants of Heavenly Demon..."
On the other hand, Song Guichan, after hearing this sentence, his eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtful.
If the Heavenly Demon has three descendants, there is no doubt that only one can become the real Heavenly Demon!
The fairy on the Tianchi lake gave up the inheritance of the demon heart, maybe it is equivalent to giving up the chance to become a demon, right
That being the case, wouldn't the chances of the remaining two Heavenly Demon heirs be great
Are those two people predestined in the dark, or are they choosing the right one
"It's time to clean up the mess..."
Without saying much, Zhu Xiu quickly regained his focus, looked around, and was about to clean up the mess, but Fang Xing suddenly found a person under the induction of his spiritual sense, flew up in a hurry, and rushed in one direction. Then she stopped, and her eyes fell on him fiercely. Just ten feet away in front of him, there was a figure sitting cross-legged. This person looked extremely miserable, his body was tattered, his bones were already exposed in many places, and there was demonic energy entrenched in the wound. Even though his physical body was wriggling and trying to recover, under the erosion of devil energy, the wound became deeper and deeper, unable to gather.
"Whirring whirring!"
All the Fengtian League monks who flew over held their bodies, and their eyes fell on him.
He is not dead yet...
The descendant of the Little Immortal Realm said fiercely, Tai Yuan, the descendant of the Ming Clan, blew himself up just now, triggering a huge wave of demonic energy. Except for Xiao Xue, the descendant of the Heavenly Demon, everyone else, including Buddhist disciples and Shenxiu, hid in the small world. Heirs from the fairy world don't want to be accepted, and the land doesn't want to be accepted, which is equivalent to forcibly resisting all the power of the raging demonic energy, thinking that he will be smashed to pieces, but he is still alive!
Just looking at his appearance, he was already extremely miserable, almost exhausted.
After all, when the demonic energy was raging, it was close to the terrifying power of the Immortal Burying Demon Cloud, even a true immortal might not be able to resist it!
It was already an astonishing miracle that he survived.
"It is said in the Little Immortal World that you are a tiger's minion, and you deserve death!"
All the cultivators looked at this person fixedly, there was a silence, Kong Konger raised a big stick, and was about to go up and beat him to death.
Ji Dao, the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm, obviously sensed the danger, quietly opened his blood-soaked eyes, looked at the Zhuxiu with extremely complicated expressions in front of him, but didn't say anything, as if he had resigned himself to his fate, and was too lazy to say anything again. Say one more word.
"Wait first!"
Fang Xing suddenly stopped, and Kong Kong'er put down the big stick in his hand with a hesitant expression, a little puzzled, how could this devil be so soft-hearted at this moment? Fang Xing didn't have time to explain, he took a fixed look at the descendant of the little fairy world, and suddenly raised a move, the skull was sacrificed again, his mouth opened wide, and the little princess of Yaochi walked away with the help of an unconscious woman come out…
Fairy Qingling!
Fairy Qingling, who was deprived of her soul by the heirs of the Little Immortal Realm because of practicing the Heavenly Art of Forgetfulness!
"Cure her!"
Fang Xing pointed at Fairy Qingling, and said in a crisp voice, "If you dare to say that it can't be cured, I will immediately chop you into meat paste!"
"I... can return the true spirit to her!"
The descendant of the Little Immortal Realm opened his mouth softly, and made a sound with some difficulty. When he spoke, blood rolled down from the corner of his mouth.
Fang Xing and the others immediately tightened their expressions, and locked their brows tightly on his body.
The heirs of the Little Immortal Realm clearly had something to say, and probably waited for Fang Xing to make this request before he was willing to put forward his own conditions. All the cultivators felt a little depressed. This son was able to survive the raging demonic energy , is really terrifying, now that he seems to be seriously injured, it is unlikely that he will stand up and attack, but the conditions that these characters have to put forward may not be easy to deal with!
The descendant of the Little Immortal Realm did put forward a condition, but the condition was unexpectedly simple.
"Can you answer a few questions for me?"
His eyes fell on Fang Xing's face with some difficulty, and he spoke softly.
Fang Xing was also obviously taken aback for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "If you fart, let it go!"
The descendant of Xiaoxianjie didn't take it seriously, just smiled helplessly, and then sighed softly.
"Is it possible for Tianyuan to defeat the Protoss?"
The descendant of the Little Immortal Realm opened his mouth, and the question he asked was surprisingly simple.
Fang Xing replied without thinking: "Of course I can win..."
The smile on the face of the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm was a little bit bitter, and it sounded that Fang Xing's answer was not distracted at all, but he still asked seriously: "Why do you say that? The court of God is powerful, and there are ten kings of gods who rule the world , there are countless clansmen, all of them are tyrannical, and there is even the divine master, whose strength is unfathomable, probably enough to rival the immortal king... But today's Tianyuan, even a real immortal, is above the realm of the soul, enough to rival the creatures of the gods. The people fighting for the front are full of victories, how many are there? You...why do you think you can win?"
This question directly turned Fang Xing upside down. How did he know about this kind of question that involves the analysis of the overall situation and strength? He didn't even think about it, but his thoughts turned very quickly, and his answer was very unreasonable : "Because I'm here!"
This answer can be said to be nonsense, but the descendants of the Little Immortal Realm listened and thought about it...
"Because 'I' is there?"
"With the presence of 'I', Tianyuan will have someone to resist, and with every additional 'I', Tianyuan will have more defense power!"
"As for our Little Immortal Realm, we put this 'I' on the side of Shenting..."
"If there is more Tian Yuan in our Little Immortal Realm, will we really have a better chance of winning?"
"..."
A seriously injured and dying person sat there chattering, the scene was very strange, no one spoke, and his eyes were complicated.
Fang Xing, on the other hand, became a little impatient and said, "I've answered the question, let's save people!"
"Not yet..."
The descendant of the Little Immortal Realm refused and shook his head slightly.
Fang Xing was furious immediately, and was about to go forward to persecute him forcefully, but the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm quickly said the next sentence: "I understand your answer, but it still can't solve the doubts in my heart... Faith is one thing, But the disparity in strength is another matter. Even if there are countless you in Tianyuan, so what? If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. Why do we in the Little Immortal Realm accept our fate, but you have been insisting on going like fools? Going against Shenting? By doing so, are you saving Tianyuan, or are you bringing about a catastrophe?"
How could Fang Xing have the heart to discuss it with him, with a cold face, his ten fingers pinched "slap", and he was ready to do it.
The descendant of Xiaoxianjie suddenly said: "If you want to convince me, just make a bet!"
His expression looked extremely haggard, but his eyes were unusually bright: "If you win, I will give you a great fortune!"