All the people watching the formation at the foot of Fengchan Mountain were shocked. Although the clouds and fog made outsiders unable to see the specific situation inside the formation, no matter who they were, they had already noticed that the fifth formation was full of murderous aura. The blood was shining in the sky, and it was obvious that the situation had changed drastically. From the roars and screams that came from the formation from time to time, it was not difficult to guess that the little devil had already controlled the main formation and was killing wantonly.
"Boom..."
Fang Xing held the blood-drinking mad knife, ruthlessly turned towards Huarong who was not far away, and was screaming, Wen Yanxin, who completely forgot to resist, rushed over, full of fierceness, almost frightened Wen Yanxin had hallucinations in front of his eyes, A seed of fear, deeply rooted in her heart, she was used to being the eldest lady of the Wen family in the Northern Territory, and she always felt that everyone should pamper and let her by nature, and developed a spoiled temperament. Until this time, she Only then did he suddenly discover that there were really some people who didn't take him seriously at all, who dared to kill and fight without mercy.
"Brother Song, save me..."
Wen Yanxin, who was terrified by Fang Xing's murderous aura, subconsciously shouted.
In desperation, she subconsciously appealed to the gods in her mind for help.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Xing's knife had already rolled towards Wen Yanxin, who was almost limp in the void, but at this moment, a little greenness flew like lightning from the highest formation of the ten Feng Chan formations. The sound of "Dang" bumped into Fang Xing's blood-drinking knife, which actually made the knife condense slightly, and the savage energy that poured into the sky like a horse was restrained, wrapped around himself, and condensed in the air like a Yuan stopped and Yue Zhi.
Looking closely, that little bit of greenness is a pine needle, which has been turned into powder and scattered in the void.
A pine needle, flying from the tenth formation, could stop Fang Xing's saber without losing the magic weapon, and even made him feel a sense of crisis.
"Fellow Daoist, if the little sister of the Liuwen family dies, how about forming a good relationship with me?"
In the tenth formation, there was no smoke and no one showed up, but there was a gentle but majestic voice, which was thick and majestic, like the voice of all the cultivators, and it not only reached Fang Xing's ears in the fifth formation In the middle, it even spread to the foot of Fengchan Mountain, so that all the people watching the battle at the foot of Fengchan Mountain heard this sentence. It seemed that there was a trace of divinity in the words, which could dissolve the anger of people.
It is no exaggeration to say that some monks with weak cultivation bases heard this voice and even felt that their cultivation bases were improving.
Song Guichan!
Everyone recognized who the voice was, and it was Song Guichan, the Daoist of the Song family, the son of the Taoist of Chunyang.
The number one golden elixir in the Northern Territory!
The so-called bloodline of the Song family, which is rare in a thousand years, first became famous in the Song family, and then worshiped in Chunyang Dao. After ten years, it showed its prominence and became the son of Chunyang Dao. Shocked the Northern Territory, until seven years ago, he sighed that he was invincible under the Yuanying, so he retreated to Chunyang Dao to practice. For seven years, most of them were retreated in Song Guichan in the Xianxian Cave.
Now, it was his first shot after the battle seven years ago!
For a moment, the eyes of all the cultivators were both awed and surprised. They didn't expect Song Guichan to make a move at this time to stop the killing in the fifth formation. They also felt that there was a divine light hidden in Song Guichan's words, which made people baptized. How deep is the cultivation
Especially Wen Yanxin, she escaped from Fang Xing's knife, and it seemed that it took a long time before she recovered, her eyes gradually became more lively, and a strong look of joy bloomed, and the corners of her eyes were full of tears. Tears, I took a deep look at Fang Xing, I don't know what I thought of, I looked at Fang Xing with complicated eyes, there was fear, but also the hatred that was too obvious but couldn't be concealed, and even A little subconsciously feeling grateful and self-satisfied, stumbled away from Fang Xing.
"What good relationship do you want to have with the young master?"
Fang Xing carried the blood-drinking mad knife, without chasing Wen Yanxin, turned to the direction of the tenth formation, and shouted loudly.
Song Guichan, who only heard his voice, said in a faint voice: "If you put down the butcher knife, you can go straight to the ten battles. If you win, let you stand up!"
As soon as these words came out, Feng Chan Mountain went up, down, left, and right, and there was a loud noise.
Although Song Guichan's voice was soft, the content of his words was too sensational. Could it be that the number one person under the Nascent Soul in the Northern Territory wanted to open the door for the little devil to jump straight away? Can't pass the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth four big formations? This is simply a great thing. Although the little devil came all the way, although he was ferocious, Feng Chan Ten Formation is not a joke. Until now, almost no one thought that he could really make it all the way to Feng Chan Ten formations, but there is a possibility of perishing at any time...
But now, Song Guichan spoke out loudly, giving him a chance to directly enter the tenth formation.
The gazes of all the cultivators had already focused on the faces of the Taoists of the North Three Ways.
It's just unexpected, Song Guichan made this promise, but even the high-ranking and influential Taoist leader of the Northern Three Ways didn't say much.
The three of them seemed to acquiesce to Song Guichan's power.
"God Son Chunyang didn't want this little devil to rush all the way and do more evil, that's why he made this decision!"
A senior senior cultivator sighed, as if expressing Song Guichan's original intention, and immediately made all the cultivators respectful.
"That's right, God Son Chunyang really possesses the Buddha's nature, and his righteousness is awe-inspiring. Logically speaking, it's the most sensible way for him to sit in the tenth formation, wait for this little devil to charge up all the way, consume his spiritual power, and wait for work at leisure, but he I can't bear to see the monks of Shenzhou prepare to subdue this little devil directly in order to prevent this little devil from causing further casualties.
Admiration, gratitude, admiration, all of a sudden, Feng Chan Mountain was full of praise.
Even Fang Xing, after hearing Song Guichan's words, was slightly startled, his brows were frowned, and his heart seemed a little moved, but after thinking about it for a while, he suddenly laughed in a low voice, and then raised his head , smiled and said: "Please!"
His voice activated his spiritual power, and also sent out a large formation, suppressing the commotion up and down the mountain.
Hearing this, all the cultivators watching the battle were stunned for a moment, their brows furrowed.
For a moment, they didn't even understand what Fang Xing meant!
Fang Xing's voice sounded again, a little joking, with a rascal and ferocious air: "Please beg my lord, maybe I will promise to spare the life of this bitch and these Wen family monks, and go directly to the first place. Ten formations!"
Too much!
The cultivators in the northern region near Fengchan Mountain could hear clearly, and there was an uproar.
Is this kid simply crazy
It was clearly taking advantage of him, yet he dared to utter wild words, asking God Son Chunyang to beg him
This is so cheap, so obedient, so disgusting!
At this moment, even Song Guichan didn't speak for a while, as if he didn't expect Fang Xing to say that!
At this moment, Fang Xing suddenly shouted again: "Please!"
This shout was like thunder, suppressing the noise of all the cultivators around Fengchan Mountain.
"Little devil, you are so bold, you dare to be so disrespectful to Senior Brother Song..."
At this moment, a sharp voice echoed, and Wen Yan yelled at Fang Xing full of anger.
Fang Xing, on the other hand, gritted his teeth and smiled, and suddenly drew his knife, striking out violently.
"Pfft..."
Wen Yanxin flew his head up for a long time, and there was even a frozen look of anger on his face.
"Young master said, I want to kill you, even gods can't protect me!"
Fang Xing lifted Wen Yanxin's head, and shouted in a cold voice, as if he was explaining to Wen Yanxin, then he raised the head and shouted in the direction of the tenth formation: "You are not willing to ask me, and here again What are you pretending to be? If you can make my young master jump from the fifth to the tenth formation with a single word, why did you force five old men to break into the useless tenth formation?"
Fang Xing's voice rolled like thunder, bringing a depressive atmosphere between heaven and earth. Amidst the loud shouts, he waved the formation flag, ended the fifth formation, dispelled the clouds of smoke that pervaded the formation, and held the Wen Yan heart The severed head, the stiff expression and dull eyes on that beautiful face, and the miserable appearance of the Wen family cultivators in the fifth formation stung the eyes of the cultivators in Fengchan Mountain.
It's really dead!
Miss Wen's family and the youngest great talisman master were killed in this battle at the same time.
After the first round of Ku Haiyun's entire army was annihilated, this fifth round became the most tragic one.
All of a sudden, the shock in the hearts of the monks in Shenzhou was almost indescribable, and even the Taoist masters of the North Three Ways were shocked. They knew in their hearts that Yun Du was abolished before, and the Yun family would last at least thirty years without a suitable junior person to replace them. The Yun family came forward to compete for luck, but now that Wen Yiru and Wen Yanxin died, the Wen family lost at least three hundred years of luck, and lost a generation of people.
In their heavy state of mind, Fang Xing continued to speak, like a heavy hammer hitting the heart, and shouted in the direction of the tenth formation: "Today, my lord, I really broke the wasteland and kept the rules once, and I will definitely kill from the first formation The tenth battle, if you want me to stop, then you beg me, if you beg me, I will go straight to the battle and not kill anyone, if you don't beg me, then I will kill, until all of you bow your heads to me!"
"Boom!"
At the end, he suddenly swung the knife, and a bloody evil spirit surged towards the tenth formation, violent as a demon.
"Son, how dare you do that?"
In the tenth formation of Fengchan, the Daoist of the Song family and Song Guichan, the godson of Chunyang Taoism, also yelled angrily at this time. Amidst the shouting sound, a forceful palm fell down, almost a god's hand, and went straight to cover the fifth formation below. Fall down and block out the sun.
Boom!
The bloody saber intent collided with the palm force that spanned dozens of miles, triggering a howling air all over the sky, washing away half of Fengchan Mountain, and the two violent forces collided together, making even Jindan Mahayana feel terrified and strong. Even the clouds that had lingered on the mountainside of Fengchan Mountain for tens of millions of years were shaken away, revealing the jagged strange rocks and crisp ancient pines all over the mountain...
However, this astonishing palm was not as shocking as the words Fang Xing just yelled out, which shocked all the cultivators in Shenzhou.
If you don't bow your head, I will kill you until you bow your head!
Did this little devil want to kill him until all the sects in the Northern Region of Shenzhou begged him for mercy