Boom!
Among various speculations, the cloud of smoke that covered the eighth formation suddenly dispersed at this time, revealing the scene in the formation. The cultivators immediately looked up, no less than thousands of divine thoughts glanced in that direction, and then, At the same time, he took a deep breath, his eyes were full of shock, the Talisman Dao Master suddenly flew into the air, and his mana fluctuated like a tide...
shocked!
In the eighth position at this time, Nan Zhan's disciples are on the left, only twelve or three people are still alive, and the Talisman Dao disciples are on the right. There were originally a hundred of them, but now it seems that there are only fifty or sixty people. , and in the middle are Fang Xing and Zhao Changhe, son of the Talisman of Talisman. Both Fang Xing and Zhao Changhe looked seriously injured, but Zhao Changhe was nailed to a stone tablet, and Fang Xing stood in front of him, After the smoke cleared, all the monks saw their scene and realized that Zhao Changhe had lost, they were extremely shocked.
But what was even more shocking was yet to come.
"Are you convinced?"
The little devil suddenly yelled, and stretched out his hand to grab the void, a thunder whip manifested, and slapped Zhao Changhe hard.
"Kah..."
Zhao Changhe, who seemed to be nailed to the stone tablet and was already powerless to move, his skin was ripped open and his soul trembled. The screams spread for more than ten miles, but he soon became tense again. It seemed that he also realized that the big formation had passed He realized that he had been exposed to the eyes of all the cultivators at this time, and all his reactions would be seen by all the cultivators, so he gritted his teeth and persisted, only screaming halfway...
But this tragic scene still hurt the eyes of many monks, and the crowd below were furious.
"Hehe, it's quite resistant... Let me ask you if you accept it or not!"
Fang Xing gritted his teeth, and another thunder whip manifested in his hand, and slammed down on Zhao Changhe.
"Crack..."
Countless thunder lights swam around Zhao Changhe's wound, the pain was unbearable.
Even though Zhao Changhe's body has been tempered many times with lightning methods, so that he would not die after a few whips, he still couldn't resist the pain.
It was only at this time that he realized how much pain Fang Xing had endured with his all-out efforts.
"Snapped… "
"Snapped… "
Whip after whip, in front of all the cultivators, Fang Xing kept beating the Talisman Dao God Son.
"Since you have passed the test, why do you still torture people? Quickly release the talisman Dao Shenzi..."
Some people couldn't bear it any longer and shouted loudly, but the voice was very few.
"Hehe, I'm going to beat him to death, do you have any opinions?"
Facing the scolding from below, Fang Xing didn't care, smiled coldly, glanced at the sky, turned around and whipped him hard again.
All the monks who scolded were suddenly dumbfounded. In the air, there was still a contract hanging in the air, as if to show the world that it was the life and death contract that Fang Xing signed after angering Zhao Changhe before entering the battle. It has clearly stated, The two not only entered the formation, but also gambled their lives. If the little devil succeeds in entering the formation, then Zhao Changhe's life would be lost to him, but now, he has indeed succeeded.
However, even with this contract, would it be impossible to forcefully watch Zhao Changhe being beaten to death
"You little bastard, you're quite thoughtful..."
At this time, the Dragon Lord at the bottom of the mountain had been watching the scene on the mountain with cold eyes. His brows were slightly frowned, but he watched Fang Xing's thunder whips hitting Zhao Changhe non-stop, and looked up at the life and death contract suspended in the air. Suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up.
"Why did he do this? If he kills, he will kill. Isn't this way of angering the Talisman Artifact?"
Dragon Girl Aozhen was very worried, she spoke in a low voice, a little anxious.
In fact, not only her, but also those Nanzhan monks around her who had never joined the battle were also anxious and did not understand what Fang Xing was doing.
Now that he has won and the contract is in his hand, why not kill him directly instead of whipping him with a thunder whip under the eyes of everyone
Could it be that it was because the Talisman of the Talisman Dao once beat his master with a thunder whip, so he was deliberately taking revenge
"Hehe, dear girl, your solid eyes are really far behind that little bastard!"
Hearing Ao Zhen's worried voice, Long Jun smiled slightly and sighed helplessly.
"Are you convinced?"
Another whip came down, and it hit Zhao Changhe's body hard, smashing half of his body to pieces.
Under the force of Fang Xing's thunder whip, even Zhao Changhe's soul was damaged, and the pain went straight to the depths of the soul, which was especially terrifying.
"You...you kill me quickly..."
Zhao Changhe suddenly yelled, his voice was desperate and mournful, almost crying, the life and death contract made him desperate, and in front of everyone, he was beaten and scolded by this little devil, It also made him lose all face, and even feel a little disheartened. So what if the son of God who was once aloof, but now a prisoner like mud, survived
"Kill you?"
Fang Xing laughed loudly, swiped his whip and beat him again, stopping the sound of Zhao Changhe's whipping, and the screams sounded, which really reached the ears of all the cultivators.
"I'm killing you. The stronger your physical body is, the longer the pain will be. There's nothing you can do about it!"
Fang Xing gritted his teeth and grinned, but he waved the whip without any hesitation, neither fast nor slow.
Fang Xing gritted his teeth and shouted, but let all the cultivators hear clearly: "An old man who is dying, old friends are dying, and he is sleepy. He broke into your formation alone, thinking that it is true. If you have the ability to enter the battle, you have to fight for that bet, so you force no one to enter the battle, beat him with a thunder whip, and force him to admit defeat... Do you know what it feels like? Now I will let you taste it, Either, the people at the bottom of the mountain couldn't bear to see you being beaten to death and bowed their heads to me, or they beat you to death!"
Fang Xing's words were extremely cold, harder than a thunder whip, and he slapped Zhao Changhe heavily.
"you you… "
Zhao Changhe suddenly yelled sharply, looking at Fang Xing as if he was looking at a ghost.
Fang Xing said in a nonchalant tone, "That's right, I'm using your life as a bargaining chip!"
"Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!"
The thunder whip kept condensing, and then it was pulled down, each whip was more ruthless than the next, but it was extremely calm, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry.
Up and down the mountain, there was no sound at all, only the sound of lashing whips could reach the ears of all practitioners.
This sound, also like a thunder whip, kept beating the hearts of all the cultivators.
"This... this little devil, is he trying to use this method to force us to agree to the matter of Nan Zhan's establishment?"
Someone couldn't bear this curse-like voice, and trembled.
They have vaguely guessed Fang Xing's thoughts. This little devil seems to have no brains, but in fact, his thoughts are gloomy and terrifying. He has had this idea since he signed the life and death contract. After breaking the formation, he whipped Zhao Changhe, the son of the Talisman Dao God, without haste, one whip for revenge, and secondly, he was using this method to force the Dao Master of Talisman Artifacts and the cultivators of the Northern Territory Admit defeat, there is already a clear bet in the life-and-death contract. It is not impossible for the Talisman Daoist and the cultivators of the Northern Territory to save Zhao Changhe, but according to the bet, if they dare to save someone, they have to directly agree to Nanzhan Lidao things.
The process of whipping was obviously a process of waiting for the cultivators of the Northern Territory and the Dao Master of the Talisman Artifact to speak.
To save or not to save
Watching his own god son being beaten to death, or swallowing this breath, and agreeing to Nan Zhan to stand up
If you don't save it, how can you be cruel
Moreover, the god son of Fuqi Dao was beaten to death, but the master of Fuqi Dao could only watch, which was also a fatal blow to the reputation of Fuqi Dao.
If they were saved, it would undoubtedly be a waste of money for Brother Nan Zhan and this little devil.
Because no matter how you look at it at this time, the little devil is already at the end of his battle, and it is impossible to pass the remaining two hurdles.
I don't know how many gazes are focused on the face of the Talisman Daoist of Talisman Artifacts at this time. The young Daoist Master's eyes are also terrifyingly indifferent at this time, and his eyes are looking at the mountain that is being killed by the little devil. Zhao Changhe, who was being whipped with one whip after another, seemed to have a cold jade face, but if you looked closely, you could see that the corners of the little devil's eyes were twitching every time the little devil lashed out.
After all, he is the Son of God cultivated by the entire Talisman of Talismans with a hundred years of painstaking efforts. He will be the choice to resist the catastrophe in the future.
If he was really beaten to death, would Talisman Qi Dao still have time to cultivate a second Son of God
To save or not to save
The Talisman Taoist's expression was tense, and his heartstrings were trembling. If Zhao Changhe died in the big formation, he would probably be extremely angry, burning with rage, but he would not have this kind of helpless watching at this moment. His own son was beaten to death, but he was entangled in whether he should save him or not. With his heart, how could he not understand that that little devil was using this method to force himself to save others!
Beside him at this time, the old-looking Taoist masters of Chunyang and Yinling also had their gazes on his face.
There was a strange light floating in the eyes of these two people, as if they wanted to speak, but they could only remain silent after all.
This matter, after all, has to be decided by the talisman Taoist master.
Although Fu Qi Dao may not be able to represent the opinions of the entire Northern Territory of Shenzhou, if he agrees to the little devil's Nanzhan Li Dao at this time in order to save his son, the two masters of Chunyang Dao and Yin Ling Dao will not say What, after all, the situation is different, and if I live in a different place, I can probably understand the mind of the Daoist Master of Talisman Artifacts. After all, the identity of a son of God is not easy.
The rest of the question depends on whether he saves or not!