Wen Yiru, as a writer and Taoist genius, once entered the world of mortals at the age of twenty, took the imperial examinations, entered the imperial court, led the army to fight in the wilderness, dismounted to rule the world, understood the laws of the mortal world, and finally stole the true meaning of a country , Turned into these three natal innate talismans, his physical body is not strong, and his alchemy has two methods, which is not surprising, but with these three talismans, he can be regarded as the top son of God in the Northern Territory.
A talisman floated over and was hanging in the void above Fang Xing's head. The talisman was full of energy, and it turned into a phantom of the kingdom.
In that illusory country, there are cities, mountains, emperors, generals, merchants, and common people...
Great Power!
It is really a lifelike country, and it also carries the weight of a country.
When this talisman approached, it was like the weight of a country, suppressing it on top of a person, turning Fang Xing into a mortal in this country.
The second talisman turned into a battlefield.
The battlefield is boundless, the fighting is fierce, the blood is surging, covering the sky and the sun, and Fang Xing is trapped in it.
battle array.
The third talisman turned into a bodhisattva, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, drooping eyelids and pinching seals, sitting upright in the void, making people feel like kneeling and worshiping.
Bodhisattva.
A symbol of suppression cultivation.
A talisman imprisoned the flesh.
One symbol transcends the soul.
A great talisman master revealed his true background.
"Are these grandchildren so difficult?"
When Fang Xing saw these three talismans, his eyes also froze. He intuitively felt the terrifying aura of these three talismans, he didn't take the liberty to forcibly resist the suppressing force, but closed his eyes slightly to calm down, after a long while, the two pairs of pupils suddenly opened again, closed He raised the black giant sword, stepped on the void, and pinched the seal with both hands at the same time.
"Let's not talk about a country, so what if we move the whole world? Look at the young master messing up this world and this place!"
Amidst the thunderous roar, he had one hand above and the other below.
One positive, one negative, slowly draw a circle.
And around him, a stream of Yin Qi and a stream of Yang Qi reversed and became stronger and stronger.
Until the end, it has turned into a yin and yang mill, towering like two mountains, suppressing the void, and slowly rotating.
The big grinding disc of yin and yang.
Rebelling against the yin and yang of the world, and even the qi mechanism, messing up the appearance of all beings within the three talismans.
The benevolent Bodhisattva rolled up his sleeves, jumped into the battlefield, and cut off people's heads with a big knife. The people of the people entered the temple, vying for incense, intrigues, and chaos. The evil spirit on the battlefield came to the world. You kill me, I kill you, blood The sky is monstrous, there is a country, there is a world, the atmosphere is disordered, the atmosphere is smoky, where there is still a little bit of clarity, it is like a hell.
"How...how could it be like this..."
Wen Yiru was connected with the three divine talismans, and when the talisman was messed up, his mind was also in turmoil, and he staggered back with a strange expression.
"You... you rebel against the world... you are a traitor... you are a murderer... you are a curse... you are..."
Looking at Fang Xing, already full of horror and hatred, he pointed at Fang Xing and cursed.
"...it's your uncle Fang!"
Fang Xing sneered, and jumped out from among the three talismans with a gap in the aura, and stomped towards Wen Yiru like a shadow. Responding at the last moment, with a swipe of his finger in the air, a talisman was drawn in the air. Fang Xing's lightning-like kick was blocked in mid-air, and he just stepped on the void in front of Wen Yiru. Above the runes, although his foot was not solid, his strength was too heavy. When he stepped on the runes, even the tens of feet of space around Wen Yiru trembled. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell into the lake like a paper kite. With a "plop", a splash of water that wasn't too high was made, and then there was a long silence.
"Hahahaha, tenth!"
Fang Xing laughed loudly, his figure soared into the sky, floating above the mirror lake, and was about to say a few words with a smile, when he suddenly heard a cry of a child in his ears, he was slightly startled, and hurriedly glanced over , suddenly startled, anger exploded in his eyes.
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"Catch that demon crow..."
"Get me that damn little thing on its back..."
When Fang Xing and Wen Yiru were fighting fiercely, Shi Yinyuan didn't have the slightest intention of watching the battle. He was standing on the top of the mountain, shouting frantically, instructing his minions to chase after the big Golden Crow, They all jumped up in a hurry.
But the big golden crow screamed "quack" in anger, and ran away like a grandson, but there was a little baby who couldn't stand up on his back, and he only restrained her with spiritual power so as not to fall off, but It tied its hands and feet, unable to let go of fighting with others, and could only run away while yelling: "Damn it, when Da Jinye is free, I will let you taste my tearing crane claws..."
"Wow… "
Although the little thing on its back was protected by the spiritual power of the Great Golden Crow, it also cried out in fright in this dangerous environment.
"Be sure to catch it, and bring me the little bastard on its back..."
Shi Yinyuan was almost desperate, his voice was hoarse, and his voice was almost hoarse.
Now he really has no other way, the Zhenzong treasure brought from the Lingqiaozong has been snatched by the little devil, but for him, he has to snatch it back no matter what, and he has to rely on Otherwise, even if other people beheaded the little devil and got this door back, it would be a very troublesome thing for the Smart Sect to get it back.
Moreover, if this treasure returned to the Lingqiaozong through someone else's hands, no matter whether the Lingqiaozong paid a big price for it, he would never want to touch this treasure again. Because of this, he thought of the only way left, which was to take advantage of the battle between Fang Xing and Wen Yiru, who were inseparable, and order the minions that came with him to take down the Yaoya or Xiaoqiaoer, and then to The little devil redeemed this treasure.
This is the only way he can deal with Fang Xing.
However, he did not expect that the fierce battle between Fang Xing and Wen Yiru would end so soon.
And Fang Xing, who just happened to see this scene, also felt a surge of anger in his heart, and a murderous look filled his brows.
"It's really not a thing. The young master abides by the rules and fights with you here. Are you still playing tricks like this?"
Fang Xing let out a low growl, directly cast the technique of teleportation, jumped onto the back of the big golden crow, picked up the little thing with one hand, and pointed it out with the other hand. , Those monks of the Lingqiao sect who were chasing after him were frightened by the evil spirit all over his body, and they even held down the cloud head one after another, causing people to turn their backs on their backs and become a mess for a while.
"Little devil, this is China, how can we allow you to act fiercely?"
There was loud shouting in the oblique stab, and a strong sword energy enveloped one side. A sword cultivator who was born in a bitter sea stopped Fang Xing in front of him.
"Don't think that if you win Senior Brother Wen by chance, you will be able to live forever, it's just a practice of restraint!"
A young man with a white face and red lips rushed forward holding a silver gun, and stopped Fang Xing. He was a disciple of Song Guichan, the Taoist son of the Song family and the son of Chunyang Dao, and also Song Guixin, a well-known Tianjiao in the northern region. Can come here, eager to try.
"Fellow Daoist Nan Zhan came to kill people indiscriminately. It's really over..."
In the void, a man with an unsophisticated face and a large robe stepped on the void, and came to the vicinity with a step of three feet.
One of the seven sons of the Three Dao, Xie Linyuan, a master of Talisman Artifact Dao, also came.
In the surrounding void, there are shadows and shadows, and many people are rushing here in silence.
For a moment, more than a dozen young monks with unusual auras stopped in front of Fang Xing. Although they were silent, they were murderous.
"The Guardians are almost here, right?"
Fang Xing was expressionless, glanced at all the Xius, and spoke in a cold voice.
No one among the cultivators around opened their mouths, but their eyes were gloomy. Although they surrounded Fang Xing, no one dared to step forward and call for a fight.
After defeating Wen Yiru, no one among the cultivators in the field dared to underestimate Fang Xing. They are not fools. Even Wen Yiru was defeated. You also have to measure it carefully, and just now, Fang Xing killed Wen Yan, the eldest daughter of the Wen family, half to death with a sword. The evil spirit has come out, and the bloody smell of this body also makes people tremble.
"The Daoist League, the Daoist League... what kind of Dao are you protecting?"
Fang Xing hugged the little thing in his arms tightly, and spoke again.
Still no one spoke, as if they could hear the sarcasm in his words, the eyes of several people had become cold.
"There are quite a lot of people, I'm afraid it will take some time for the young master to pack them up one by one, how about this..."
Fang Xing took a deep breath, looked up at the mountain top in the distance, pointed at Shi Yinyuan from a distance, and said, "It's three hundred feet from here to there. I'm going to kill that bastard right now. It doesn't matter whether you attack alone or together, just greet the young master, but the young master wants to see, I'm going to kill someone today, who among you can protect him?"
As he spoke, he raised his knife and pointed at Shi Yinyuan on the top of the mountain in the distance, with a murderous aura: "Young master will kill you within ten breaths!"
"Shua!"
At this moment, Shi Yinyuan's face suddenly turned pale, and he didn't think about the bronze gate any more, so he turned his head and fled.
At this moment, Fang Xing let out a long howl, and the Great Golden Crow understood, his wings stretched out like golden clouds, and the strong wind blew under his wings.
"I don't believe that a Nanzhan monk can act recklessly in Shenzhou!"
In the crowd, suddenly there was a stern roar, Song Guixin, the young son of the Song family, raised his gun to kill, with a cold expression on his face, the gun shot out like a dragon, directly towards Fang Xing's right chest, this move was very hot, straight He pointed at the little thing in Fang Xing's arms, but he had already figured out that Fang Xing was holding a child in his arms, and only one arm was left, and he couldn't even hold the seal, so he didn't believe that he took a shot with one arm.
"Wow… "
Because of the loss of Daoyuan, the little thing was more sensitive, and when he sensed the murderous aura, he burst into tears immediately.
But Fang Xing touched her little head, and said in a low voice: "Don't cry, I will take you to kill people!"