Xiao Jianming didn't make a move, he had already realized that Fang Xing was not really injured at all, and he was not sure to kill him with a single sword at this time. If he shot at him, Xu Lingyun would definitely come back to rescue him. Not only would he not be able to kill him, but he would also Thinking of going against Xu Lingyun directly, he said sternly: "Little devil, since you took the initiative to attack me just now, why didn't you fight me openly? If you have the courage, how about I let you do ten tricks? Hmph, hide behind the woman, What's the deal?"
But he wanted to provoke Fang Xing to make the first move, so that he could logically destroy him.
Fang Xing was not fooled by this, and said disdainfully: "A woman has the ability to hide me, are you not convinced?"
Xiao Jianming froze for a moment, then said in a hateful voice: "You won't be crazy for too long, within a year, I will kill you!"
After finishing speaking, he gave Fang Xing a hard look, turned around and rushed towards the altar, pouring in spiritual energy like everyone else.
After all, he gave up his plan to make a move. The altar was in danger at this time. If he didn't rush over to help activate the magic circle, but shot at Fang Xing instead, Xu Lingyun would report him to the sect, and he would definitely suffer a great deal of trouble. But at this time, he was really irritated by Fang Xing, and he didn't even bother to do superficial efforts, so he directly issued a death threat.
"One year? Then it will be my turn to kill you!"
Fang Xing was full of disdain, and resentfully "poohed" on the ground, his eyes flickered coldly, and he muttered to himself.
Although the slap he gave Feng Qingwei just now was also due to the fact that he really hated this woman, it was more because he wanted to provoke Xiao Jianming to make a move and probe his bottom. At that time, he deliberately fought for his green centipede demon pill. In terms of considerations, now that Fang Xing has tried several times, he has almost touched Xiao Jianming's strength. The answer is that this fellow is indeed very strong, far surpassing ordinary monks.
But if he kills him, it is not without a chance.
Of course, it is still a little bit worse now, and it will take at least a year or two to reach the level of being able to kill him.
Seeing that all the disciples had gone to the altar, Fang Xing didn't intend to join in the fun, because the altar always gave him a feeling of insecurity. He glanced around, but found that Feng Qingwei didn't go up, but just sat there blankly. On the ground, he suddenly gave a wicked smile, and said, "Stinky bitch, you stole my uncle's obscene pants, and you haven't asked me to search you. Come here, and I will check it out for you..."
"You...don't come here..."
Feng Qingwei was taken aback, and ran away scrambling.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Fang Xing felt a little disappointed, so he wanted to kick her ass, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a deafening loud noise, and at the same time, an old voice laughed wildly and desperately. However, it was a black smoke from the altar that once again hit the nine iron chains at the entrance of the altar. However, this time, he did not retreat and tried his best to break through.
The nine iron chains above the altar were obviously under great pressure. Countless runes competed to burst out a dazzling light, and then dimmed instantly. In the chain.
"Three hundred years... I have been trapped for three hundred years... Do you want to continue to be trapped?"
Amidst the billowing black smoke, a sorrowful voice roared, like an ancient mantra, shaking people's hearts.
It was only at this time that the disciples of the Qingyun Sect suddenly saw that there was a huge fierce bird hidden in the black smoke. With endless ferocity, all the black smoke is emitted from its body, and it seems that as it rushes outward, the black smoke emits faster.
"Oh my god... yes... it's that demon king, is it going to break out?"
"It... it's the demon king of the Golden Core Stage... it's about to break the seal and come out..."
Among the disciples of Qingyun Sect, several people screamed in panic and lost their position in an instant.
"Silence!"
Suddenly, Xiao Jianming yelled: "Disciples keep their minds and activate the magic circle. This demon king has been sealed for three hundred years, and there is not much left in his cultivation. There is only a trace of true spirit left. Come..." His voice woke up many panicked Qing Yunzong disciples, forced himself to keep his mind, and desperately poured spiritual energy into the magic circle.
"Hahahaha... It's better to be broken than to be whole. Even if I die today, I want to be free again..."
The demon king roared sadly, the black smoke emitted from his body was ten times thicker in an instant, his body retreated a little, and then he used all his strength to bump into the nine iron chains with a bang, the violent impact directly shocked his cultivation base. The weaker Qingyun Sect disciple spurted blood, and everyone else's faces were ashen. Seeing that the nine iron chains were lifted by it, it seemed that they had reached their limit and would be broken in the next second.
"Junior Sister Lingyun, let's join forces!"
Xiao Jianming yelled loudly, and jumped up. At this moment, Xu Lingyun also flew up. The two swords, one silver and one black, intertwined and twisted down. Both of them used the strongest Qingyun Nine Swords. It fell on the demon king.
"Old man... unwilling..."
It was as if a needle had been pierced on the taut swim bladder, and the two sword lights shot down, and the body of the demon king, which was filled with power, suddenly exploded with a "bang", deafening, endless pieces of minced meat splashing, strong Black smoke spewed out from the mouth of the altar, and in an instant, billowing black smoke filled the entire altar, as if a strange thick fog suddenly appeared in a radius of ten miles.
At this moment, the nine iron chains lighted up at the same time, and the magic circle had been reactivated.
All the disciples of Qingyun Sect breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at each other in blank dismay: "What happened?"
"Is the demon king dead?"
"It seems that the demon king vainly tried to break out of the seal, but in the end his body collapsed and his body disappeared..."
Amidst the discussions, no one noticed that in the strange thick fog, a very faint shadow swept towards Fang Xing.
At this time, Fang Xinggang was attracted by the loud noise, and turned his head to look at the altar.
Suddenly, he felt a chill on his face, as if a cool wind was blowing towards his face, and he sat down slumped.
"Hahahaha... That white-haired monster was underestimated after all, and this seat finally came out..."
A voice of insolent laughter rang in his ears.
Fang Xing slowly opened his eyes, only to see that he was sitting cross-legged in a vast expanse of blue ocean, with a small altar under him, giving him the feeling that this altar was part of this vast ocean. The most central, eternal and unmoving.
"This is... my sea of consciousness?"
Fang Xing soon realized where he was. This is the place where the sea of consciousness manifests. It belongs to a person's most private place. He will not be disturbed in any way in his life unless he has reached the foundation building level. environment, otherwise it is difficult to enter here automatically. Unless it is a coincidence, a powerful cultivator guides in with his spiritual sense, or if his spiritual sense is in danger, he enters automatically.
With a glance, he quickly understood why he entered the sea of consciousness.
My own consciousness is indeed in danger!
The Sea of Consciousness is originally a private place, but an unexpected visitor came here, a mighty old man wearing golden feathers.
This old man was tall, about ten feet tall, with an eagle nose and fine eyes, and his eyes were dark and sharp. He was wearing a golden feather cloak, standing on top of the sea of consciousness, laughing loudly, full of hopes of regaining hope. Happy.
"Who are you?"
Fang Xing opened his mouth and looked at the old man in surprise, without any fear on his face.
"Ha ha ha ha… "
The old man laughed loudly, his voice was filled with earth-shattering coercion, shaking the space of the sea of consciousness with faint signs of collapse.
"This seat is the evil king of the Flying Roc. It was sealed off in 321 years. Today, I fought hard to break my body and finally escaped from the seal with a trace of true spirit. You are very lucky, little devil. This seat has taken a fancy to your body." , then give this body to me! Before you are annihilated, you can tell me your wish, if it is not difficult, then it will be fine for me to fulfill it for you in the future... "
The old man said in a cold voice, leaning forward and looking down at Fang Xing.
Compared with him, Fang Xing's body was like an ant facing a mountain.
Fang Xingzhuo blinked and realized what the demon king was trying to do, but he sneered in his heart.
"Are you the bird that was sealed by the elder of our Qingyun Sect?" He asked bluntly.
The old man was furious and shouted: "Nonsense, I am the Flying Dapeng Evil King, what kind of bird? Just relying on the Jindan master of Qingyun Sect, even if there are ten more people, how can it be injured?" My seat? If it wasn’t for that white-haired monster that came out of nowhere, even if the old man was seriously injured at the time, with my speed beyond the nine heavens and ten places, they would have nothing to do with me…”
Fang Xing rolled his eyes: "Anyway, someone sealed it, what kind of bullshit is this?"
"Wow... I'm so angry!"
The old man roared angrily: "Three hundred years of siege, how dare even such an ant-like brat despise me?"
Amidst the howling sound, he waved his big hand and grabbed Fang Xing, wanting to catch him and swallow him.
This is the space where the sea of consciousness manifests. Fang Xing here is the true spirit of the body. If he swallows it, the old man's true spirit can occupy the dove's nest and take Fang Xing's body as his own. This is in the world of practice. , there is a well-known trick, which is "Duoshe".
"etc… "
Fang Xing suddenly stretched out his hand to prevent the old man from grabbing it.
His seemingly calm appearance made the old man startled slightly, and his palm eased.
"Aren't you afraid of the old man?"
Fang Xing sighed, chuckled, and said, "To be honest, it's not good for you to choose anyone, why did you choose me?"