Fang Xing and the Golden Crow fell onto the jade table and thought that they were out of danger. When they looked up, they saw the fat Daoist and immediately let out a cry of surprise. The fat Daoist, on the other hand, broke down in an instant. Although he was also wondering if Fang Xing, the little bastard, would appear again and help him out like before to solve his predicament, he did not expect Fang Xing to fall from above.
"You … you …"
Before the fat Daoist could ask a question, Fang Xing's expression suddenly changed and he jumped up with a "swoosh".
He had faintly felt that in the purple mist above, there was a surge of dangerous breath. It seemed that the ghost slaves were chasing him.
"Oh, my friend, help me …"
As soon as he raised his head, he saw Ying Shihou, the Sect Master of Hundred Beasts Sect, standing there with a confused look on his face. Fang Xing let out a loud cry and charged towards Ying Shihou with the Golden Crow in his hand. Ying Shihou's cultivation base was naturally higher than his, but his reverence for the Green Hill Tomb was too deep. When he saw Fang Xing falling from the tomb, he was surprised and fearful, not daring to attack him.
Seeing him rushing over, he just leaned to the side and looked at him vigilantly.
And Fang Xing did not intend to fight with him. He rushed past him and hid behind him.
Ying Shihou was puzzled. When he was about to ask, he suddenly felt several extremely dangerous breaths.
"Buzz …"
Having no time to think, Ying Shihou suddenly turned around and pushed out his hands. Above his head, a phantom of a nine-headed lion appeared and turned into a kind of barrier, blocking in front of him and roaring at the sky.
It was also at this moment that a white-robed woman suddenly appeared from within the purple mist. Her aura locked onto Fang Xing, who was behind Ying Shihou, and she instantly pounced forward, grabbing at Fang Xing. However, she was an inanimate object and did not know how to be flexible. Even though Fang Xing was blocked by Ying Shihou, she still charged straight at him. From the looks of it, she was directly grabbing at Ying Shihou …
Ying Shihou felt the horrible breath on her body. He was so scared that he roared and desperately tried to resist.
"Buzz …"
The white-clothed woman clawed at Ying Shihou's chest, but it was also at this moment that the skin on her body suddenly began to crack, turning into ashes that drifted into the air … In reality, this change had already begun when she charged out of the purple fog. Without the protection of the purple fog, her body began to decay, bit by bit, turning into ashes that drifted into the air …
Just as she was about to grab Ying Shihou to death, her body also turned into ashes with a boom.
That purple mist, for cultivators, was a poisonous miasma that was extremely difficult to resist. However, for her, it was equivalent to a protective object.
Once she left the poisonous fog and appeared in the air, her body couldn't stop crumbling.
At this moment, she had even broken through the barrier in front of Ying Shihou and was only a finger away from touching him.
Ying Shihou was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but at this moment, he was so scared that even his soul was trembling, and his body was covered in cold sweat.
Elder Moye, who was not far away from him, was shocked and rushed over to check on his injuries.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …"
Except for the ghost slave who rushed out first, the other ghost slaves seemed to have sensed that something was wrong. Even though they had no spirituality, they felt an instinctive fear and shrank back into the purple fog.
For a moment, the purple fog was surging, and the white dress was faintly discernible.
While everyone was panicking, the perpetrator, Fang Xing, was not flustered. As soon as he saw the ghost slave retreating into the purple fog, he knew that he had dodged the disaster. He rolled his eyes and was about to take advantage of the chaos to escape. However, he didn't expect that although the surroundings were chaotic, not everyone didn't notice him. In fact, from the moment he appeared, someone immediately focused on him.
"It's … you, Brother Zhao Yang, catch him …"
Ying Qiaoqiao was the first to shout, pointing at Fang Xing, who was escaping to the entrance of the valley.
"Swish …"
Others didn't know the identity of Fang Xing and were still in a daze at this time. Many people saw that Fang Xing fell from the purple fog, so they were in awe and avoided him. However, Chu Zhaoyang had seen Fang Xing before. At this time, reminded by Ying Qiaoqiao's shout, he immediately recognized that Fang Xing was the little devil he had seen in the Desolation Mountain. He snorted coldly and rushed over to grab him.
At this time, there was a sneer beside him, and another figure sprang out obliquely. It was Qi Heng.
Qi Heng had never seen Fang Xing before, so he didn't know who Fang Xing was. However, when he saw Fang Xing fall from the purple fog, he was a little shocked in his heart. When he saw Ying Qiaoqiao shout for Chu Zhaoyang to catch him, he thought that this little devil had some important secret and Ying Qiaoqiao was going to help Chu Zhaoyang on purpose like before. Therefore, he rushed out and wanted to catch Fang Xing first.
Fang Xing was stunned. He didn't expect that two young disciples would rush over before the two Foundation Establishment cultivators could react and catch him. He had seen Chu Zhaoyang before, and during his time in Sea Demon City, he had also heard about Qi Heng's appearance. He recognized them at a glance. These two were the two people he had originally planned to kill. Therefore, he was happy in his heart. With a cold shout, he turned around and slashed.
When he turned around and slashed, there was nothing in his hand. However, during the slash, the Azure Dragon Jade Flame Saber had already appeared in his hand. In an instant, the killing intent and golden fire clouds were dazzling. A violent aura enveloped the entire area as he ruthlessly slashed at Chu Zhaoyang.
"How did this little devil become so powerful?"
Chu Zhaoyang was greatly shocked. With a muffled roar, he pushed his palms forward to resist this move.
"Boom …"
The two forces collided, and the air seemed to explode. The airflow in the area was torn apart as if there was an explosion.
At this moment, Chu Zhaoyang actually let out a muffled roar. He couldn't stop himself from retreating. His blood was boiling.
In his heart, he was already incomparably shocked. He never thought that when he was in the Desolate Mountains, Fang Xing was still a little devil in the middle stage of Spirit Formation. If he wanted to take him down, it would be as easy as flipping his hand. However, he didn't expect that in less than half a year, his cultivation had actually soared to this extent. It seemed to have faintly reached the peak of the eighth layer of Spirit Formation. The power of this slash was even more violent to the point that he couldn't take it head-on.
Qi Heng was a bit slower than Chu Zhaoyang. Seeing this scene, his heart was immediately shocked and he instantly retreated.
"Go die!"
Fang Xing sneered. A pair of golden wings spread out from his back. More than a dozen sword lights whizzed out. Just as the thought of retreating rose up in Qi Heng's mind, the sword lights had already rushed in front of him. He was so scared that he lost all his courage. He hurriedly circulated all his cultivation and erected a barrier technique to defend himself. However, under the attack of the 108,000 swords, the barrier couldn't resist at all and shattered.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh …"
At least seven or eight sword lights instantly penetrated his body and flew out from his back before disappearing.
Qi Heng stared blankly at the wound on his chest. He didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, the situation would take a sharp turn.
What he was risking his life to fight for … was actually death!
At this moment, Fang Xing didn't care about him at all. The golden wings behind him spread out, and his whole body was already flying in the air. His speed was almost fast to the limit. In just a blink of an eye, he had already rushed in front of Chu Zhaoyang. The sky full of sword lights fell down on him. Chu Zhaoyang let out a muffled roar. He hurriedly retreated while summoning all kinds of flying swords, talismans, and barriers to resist.
However, under the powerful attack of the Xuan formula, all the defenses were futile. The sword lights shattered with unstoppable force.
"Whoosh …"
Fang Xing didn't hesitate at all. After the sword lights broke through all of Chu Zhaoyang's defenses, he bent down from the sky and slashed down with his sword. Chu Zhaoyang used all his strength to resist Fang Xing's sword lights. He didn't even have time to react before he felt a chill on his neck. He felt dizzy, as if he was flying. He didn't know how many times he spun in the air, but he was finally caught by a pair of hands.
The last thing he saw was Junior Sister Ying Qiaoqiao's frightened, almost lifeless eyes.
"Zhaoyang … Qi Heng …"
Everything happened in the space of two breaths.
The Sect Master of the Hundred Beasts Sect, Ying Shihou, was temporarily out of strength because he was resisting the Ghost Hunter. The second Foundation Stage Elder Moye rushed over to check on his injuries. He injected his spiritual power into his body to check. When he found out that the Sect Master only crazily increased his spiritual power to activate the Nine-Headed Lion Demon Spirit, and his defense was broken by the woman in white, he suffered some backlash and was temporarily out of strength. Only then did he turn around to look at Fang Xing.
However, when he turned around, he just happened to see the scene of Fang Xing chopping off Chu Zhaoyang's head.
When he turned his gaze again, he saw Qi Heng's stiff body falling backward. His chest was a bloody mess, and he was seriously injured.
For a moment, this drastic change almost made it hard for Elder Moye to breathe, even though he was in the Foundation Stage.
After being startled for a moment, he let out a roar, raised all of his foundational power, and crazily slammed towards Fang Xing.
At this time, Fang Xing had chopped off Chu Zhaoyang's head. He laughed, spread his golden wings, and flew toward the Golden Crow. The Golden Crow also came to its senses at this time. It spread its wings and flew up. At the same time, it pulled on the Immortal-Binding Rope tied to its claws and pulled Fang Xing over. However, no matter how fast they were, they couldn't be faster than Elder Moye's palm at close range …
"Boom …"
Elder Moye's palm force struck through the air and landed heavily on Fang Xing's back.
The flying Fang Xing let out a muffled groan, and his body fell forward like a kite with a broken string. However, at the same time that Elder Moye's palm hit him, a golden light flashed across his chest, circled around his body, and disappeared in a flash.
"Ah yes, little brat, you won't be beaten to death, right?"
The Golden Crow was shocked. It didn't have time to check on Fang Xing's injuries, and it dragged him away with the Immortal-Binding Rope.
In the distance, the fat Taoist was also stunned by this series of changes. In a hurry, the Steel Mane Spirit Form flew out from the top of his head.
When Ying Qiaoqiao saw this scene, she was stunned for a moment, and then she was overjoyed …
The palm of a Foundation Stage hit him so hard. This little devil … should be dead, right?
While she was in a daze, the Golden Crow had already spread its wings and fled toward the entrance of the valley. However, the Immortal-Binding Rope on its claws pulled Fang Xing along as it fled in the air.
"Hahahaha, old man, I'll remember this palm of yours. I'll reward you with two palm strikes another day …"
Fang Xing, who was hanging in the air as if he were dead, suddenly flipped over and jumped onto the Golden Crow's back. He ran away laughing.
"Wow …"
The disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect were in an uproar when they saw that the little brat was unscathed after taking Elder Moye's palm head-on.
Those who had never seen Fang Xing before were already in awe of this young man who fell from the sky. They were even more terrified when they saw this scene.
He fell from the sky, killed someone in front of two Foundation Stage cultivators, and escaped in an arrogant manner …
Was this person … an immortal devil?
A strange sense of fear struck Ying Qiaoqiao's heartstrings, and she suddenly burst into tears.
"Who is this person?"
At this moment, a calm voice asked. It was Ye Guyin.
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