Fang Xing angrily chased after them. In order to prevent Cliff Master Qiu Xin from finding him, he took a big detour and went to the side. With his current speed, even though his wounds had not healed, the Meng Tribe members could not compare to him. He took a detour for more than a thousand miles and came back. The huge skull flickered with a strange green flame. With a "plop", it dived into the deep sea and began to calmly wait for the tribe members who escaped from Prison Heart Cliff.
Very soon, a large group of people appeared in front of him. They came in groups, like scattered birds. Looking at their panicked faces, who else could it be other than the descendant of the Meng Clan in Prison Heart Cliff? Fang Xing immediately beamed with joy. When most of them had entered the range where he could control them, he suddenly let out a loud shout and directly broke through the waves of the sea.
"Defeated army, where do you think you can run to? Hand over all the things you have hidden! "
He shouted and was extremely proud of himself. However, this scared the already panicked Meng Tribe members.
Just as they were running for their lives anxiously, a huge green skull suddenly jumped out of the sea. It even made a sound and shouted that it wanted to snatch their things. Who wouldn't be shocked? Some of the weaker cultivators were so scared that they directly fell into the sea …
"It's … it's the human scum who led the army to attack our Prison Heart Cliff!"
Someone quickly reacted and recognized that it was Fang Xing's magic treasure. After a shout, they all attacked.
"Xiu!" "Xiu!" "Xiu!"
In an instant, countless arrows rained down, covering the sky and covering the earth, almost forming a dark cloud.
The Meng Tribe's divine arrows were not ordinary. Even though these cultivators were not strong enough, the power contained in the arrows was not to be underestimated. However, Fang Xing was inside the skull. Even Cliff Master Qiu Xin's divine arrows could not harm him, let alone these small tribe members. All of the divine arrows hit the skull and made "ding ding" sounds. However, they did not leave a mark on the skull and fell into the sea. Fang Xing was a little annoyed. On the skull, the green flame suddenly expanded and spread out.
In an instant, the sky seemed to turn into a cloud of fire. Who knew how many Meng Tribe members were sucked in. They did not even have time to scream before they turned into ashes and were blown away by the wind. Not even a speck of ash was left …
"I told you to hand over the things in your hands. Do you not understand me?"
Fang Xing's rude and unreasonable voice rang out. His ferocious gaze swept across the surroundings from within the skull.
"Run … Run …"
After more than a dozen people were burned to death by the green flame, the remaining Meng Clan members finally realized that their strength was far inferior to Fang Xing Lai's. This was not something that could be made up for with numbers. While they were panic-stricken, someone shouted and everyone reacted. They simply gave up on resisting and began to flee in all directions while yelling.
"Still want to run?"
Fang Xing sneered. He clenched his fist and pressed down.
For a moment, the world seemed to have frozen. All the Meng Tribe disciples who wanted to escape were frozen in the air. It was as if time had been frozen by him. They were still in the position of escaping, but they could not move at all.
"Collect!"
Fang Xing pinched his fingers again, and the power of heaven and earth changed slightly. The storage bags and storage rings that were bound by the power of heaven and earth flew toward the skulls. For a moment, it looked like it was raining, and it was very pleasing to the eye. Even the Little Princess of the Jade Lake's eyes lit up. She hurriedly picked up a few and opened them. The more she looked at them, the more excited she became, and she looked like a money-grubber …
However, Fang Xing also glanced at them and was disappointed. He could not help but curl his lips.
There was really nothing good. Most of the things were spirit essences and treasures.
But to be honest, at his level, there were not many treasures that could catch his eye.
Right now, robbing had almost become a sport that he could only do.
"All of you, scram …"
Fang Xing lazily waved his hand, preparing to put away his divine art and let them leave. Although the thought of killing them all flashed through his mind, he was not a bloodthirsty person. When anger rose in his heart, he naturally did not show mercy. Normally, however, he would just laugh and laugh and plunder. Moreover, when Zhao Yatong had died in front of him, he had truly been filled with rage and wanted to destroy Captive Heart Cliff. But later on, he had managed to thoroughly entrap Captive Heart Cliff Master, so his anger had dissipated and his murderous nature had diminished.
At this time, the thought of killing only flashed through his mind before he decided to simply let them go. Whether or not they could escape would depend on their luck.
But he didn't expect that just as he was about to retract his Divine Art, a few thousand feet away from him, there would suddenly be a low growl. That person suddenly jumped up and punched the air. Then, from that position, it was chaos. Everyone ran in all directions in a panic. Fang Xing didn't use his Qi again. Instead, he looked forward with interest with a strange look in his eyes.
Using the power of the world to seal the void was only a slight extension of his Grand Dao. Although it had been casually used and did not contain much divine power, it was still not something an ordinary cultivator could break. That Meng tribesman had not only broken free, but had also shattered the spatial seal with a fist. From this, he had to at least have the strength of the Yuanying Realm, or else he would not have been able to do this!
"Devil, you broke my Captive Heart Cliff and killed my tribesmen. Today, I will fight you to the death!"
The man who broke the spatial seal of Fang Xing roared. There were a dozen people following him, and they all had extraordinary cultivation. They seemed to be Meng tribesmen of high status. At this time, they roared and rushed toward Fang Xing.
"Oh? There are really people who are not afraid of death? "
Fang Xing sneered. His gaze passed through the eye holes of the skeleton and looked at the few people.
Most of the people's cultivation were in the Yuanying Realm or the Golden Core Mahayana Realm. They had no chance of winning against him. Daring to rush to challenge him was commendable courage. Especially in the situation where the other tribesmen were in a mess, they seemed to have the attitude of "even if there were millions of people, I will not stop". Fang Xing sighed in his heart. He saw the determination in their eyes and was ready to help them.
"Eh, something is wrong..."
Just as the divine power was about to burst out, Fang Xing suddenly paused and thought of a problem.
"Hehe, how can there be so many people in this world who are not afraid of death?"
He raised his head and looked in the direction of the Captive Heart Cliff. He thought that even the Captive Heart Cliff Master was such a coward. When he saw the Divine King coming, he first went over to discuss the matter of surrendering, and then decided to fight to the death. Then, what could the people below be like?
Also, he did not have any murderous aura on him. Those people should have seen it!
They did not take the path to escape, and instead, they came to die in his hands?
Were they fools?
Or was it that the Meng tribesmen were so powerful that even fools could cultivate to the Yuanying Realm?
If they came to die of their own accord with a motive, then it would be interesting...
Fang Xing, who had guessed this possibility, immediately swept his gaze towards the few people. He realized that although they had the determination to die in their eyes and were prepared to die by his hands, not everyone was so determined. It seemed like they were forced to do so. Also, following his gaze, he realized that not everyone was staring at him. Many people were intentionally or unintentionally glancing in a direction behind him. Their eyes were filled with shock, fear, or concern...
"This group of bastards is attracting my attention so that others can escape..."
Fang Xing immediately realized this. He simply ignored them and used his divine senses to look behind him.
Amidst the chaos, there were crying Meng Clan disciples running in all directions. These people were not important enough for so many experts to risk their lives in exchange for a chance to escape. Someone must have taken advantage of the chaos to hide among these people. Fang Xing scanned the area with his divine sense a few times, and his eyes turned cold. He locked onto an old man wearing a black robe. That person's cultivation was clearly stronger than the people rushing toward him, but he was trying his best to suppress his aura. It was as if he was afraid that Fang Xing would notice him, so he hid among the ordinary people and escaped.
What attracted Fang Xing's attention wasn't his cultivation, but the jar he was holding in his arms!
The jar was black, and at first glance, it looked no different from a wine jar. It did not have any amazing spirituality, but it was tightly held in the old man's arms. More importantly, when he scanned it with his Divine Sense, it could not penetrate the jar …
"There is a treasure!"
Fang Xing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately chased after the old man.
But at this moment, a ferocious gaze suddenly looked at him from the Captive Heart Cliff.
Fang Xing's heart jumped for a moment. He knew that Cliff Master Qiu Xin, who was fighting with the God King, had his eyes on him. Fang Xing quickly focused on defense, but after waiting for a few breaths, nothing happened. It was as if Cliff Master Qiu Xin had just casually glanced at him.
"Is he really disheartened and knows that he can't kill me, so he just doesn't care about me?"
Fang Xing was also slightly startled, and then he laughed softly, "Or is he worried that I will find that jar?"
Thinking like this, Fang Xing suddenly laughed out loud. He purposely rode on the skull and fiercely charged towards the Meng Clan warriors that were close to him. As the green flames surged, he charged forward, his attacks were ruthless. In just a few moves, he had already killed those people to the point where they could not fight back and were on the verge of death. However, there was no one on the Captive Heart Cliff that was looking at him anymore.
At this time, Fang Xing had already determined the importance of the jar. In the midst of the fierce fighting, he quietly threw a relic into the sea.
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