To ensure their safety, Fang Xing brought Chu Ci along and headed straight out of the city at around 3 am.
As he left the inn, Dianjiang City became lively. Behind him, on the roofs, and in the streets, countless people stared at him and followed him. This group of people had varying levels of cultivation, ranging from Spirit Formation to Foundation Establishment. They stared at Fang Xing and Chu Ci from afar. Their gazes were cold, like evil wolves. They followed Fang Xing out of the city, their murderous intent stirring up the night sky.
The special characteristics of the Mysterious Coffin determined that this opportunity could only be obtained by the Heaven's Chosen. However, those who were attracted by the Mysterious Coffin were not only Heaven's Chosen, but also people from all walks of life. Countless cultivators came after hearing the news and gathered outside of the Encountering Demon Ridge's land of opportunity. They wanted to see what they could gain from it. There were many people who wanted to gain from it, and the methods they used were also varied …
However, no matter what kind of screening targets or what kind of methods they used, Fang Xing couldn't be left out.
A little cultivator at the early stage of Foundation Establishment was showing off with hundreds and thousands of top-grade spirit stones …
This was like putting meat in a dog's mouth and hoping that it wouldn't eat it!
Fang Xing, on the other hand, had already sensed the danger lurking in the dark and remained composed. Chu Ci, on the other hand, felt her hair stand on end due to the inexplicable murderous atmosphere. She grabbed Fang Xing's arm tightly and looked around as they walked.
"Little friend, please wait!"
Less than 30 miles out of the city, a grey-robed old man flashed out from under a withered tree and blocked the way.
Fang Xing recognized this old man as Junior Sister Fu's protector and smiled. "Old man, why are you blocking here?"
The grey-robed old man said indifferently, "You've offended my family's young lady, so I'm here to take your life!"
As he said this, he was already secretly gathering spiritual energy. A murderous intent burst forth from his body, revealing his mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation.
However, Fang Xing, who thought he would be scared by him, suddenly laughed out loud, which stunned the old man.
"There are so many people who want to kill Yours Truly. Who do you think you are?"
Fang Xing held Chu Ci, who was about to cry, with his left hand and pointed behind him with his thumb.
The gray-robed old man raised his head and looked at the darkness behind Fang Xing, but he was also slightly shocked.
It was unknown how many people appeared and surrounded Fang Xing. Their cultivations were high and low. The ones with high cultivation were at least in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. Even he had no chance of winning against them. As for the ones with low cultivation, they were at least in the fifth and sixth level of Spirit Formation Realm. The most excessive was that he even saw the innkeeper hiding in the crowd, looking left and right.
At this moment, even the grey-robed old man was shocked. Although he had already guessed that the brat revealing his wealth in front of everyone yesterday would definitely attract the covetous eyes of some people, he didn't think that it would be this much.
It was just that at this moment, he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart. This brat seemed to be too relaxed … …
"Is everyone here?"
Fang Xing took out a big flag with his right hand and waved it in the air. Facing the crowd, he said coldly.
The crowd was silent. No one answered, but the murderous aura around them answered his question very well.
Fang Xing laughed and revealed his cultivation. He cupped his fists and said, "Fellow Daoists, I don't think I know all of you at all. I've only come here for that fortuitous encounter that descended from the heavens. I wonder why all of you have followed me here from the city?"
The crowd was silent. No one answered.
After a long time, a sinister voice said, "Brat, people die for wealth, birds die for food. What's the point of saying all this?"
"Oh, so you're here to rob? Haha, seeing that we're in the same trade, I'll ask again … … "
Fang Xing's face sank. Sweeping his gaze across the crowd, he said, "Is there anyone who doesn't want to rob and is preparing to leave?"
The crowd was silent. No one left. Instead, some people came up and blocked Fang Xing's path.
Fang Xing pretended not to see and continued to ask, "Is there anyone who wants to leave?"
Among the crowd, some people had already taken out their magic tools. Spiritual light flickered faintly, and the murderous aura was threatening.
"People really die for wealth!"
Fang Xing sighed inwardly and asked again, "Is there anyone who wants to leave?"
… …
… …
With every question, the murderous aura in his heart became thicker, causing the atmosphere in the invisible night sky to become heavy.
Some of the people with higher cultivation had already faintly sensed danger from Fang Xing. They hesitated, but in the end, they stayed. Facing a brat at the second layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm, they felt that there was really nothing to be afraid of.
"Haha, is this brat crazy? Is he trying to scare us away with these words? "
Suddenly, someone burst into laughter, but it broke the heavy atmosphere in the field.
"Hehe, this brat really has a lot of treasures on him. I heard that he took advantage of the fact that a few powerful cultivators died together in a battle and got lucky to pick them up. I wonder how many he has and if it's enough for us to share …"
"It all depends on your own ability. This brat is right there, whoever snatches it gets it!"
"Hmph, our bone age has exceeded the limit, we can't enter the land of opportunity. Killing more of these little fat sheep is also a kind of opportunity … …"
Some people in the crowd whispered, but gradually, it turned into loud discussions and mocking laughter.
"Fang Xiaojiu, what should we do?"
Chu Ci had never seen such a big scene before. She was so scared that her face turned pale.
Even if she was the little princess of the Chu region, even if she was a peak spirit formation cultivator, in front of this group of evil cultivators, she was still trembling with fear. She tightly pulled on Fang Xing's sleeve and hid half of her body behind him.
"Haha, you see, I have no choice but to kill them!"
Fang Xing said very casually.
Chu Ci was about to cry. "How can you defeat them? Just think of a way to escape! "
Fang Xing said, "It's easy for me to escape by myself, but I can't escape if I bring you along!"
Chu Ci was startled, and tears flowed down. She felt wronged and said, "Are you going to leave me behind?"
This pitiful look made Fang Xing's heart soften. He smiled and said, "What are you crying for? I didn't say I'm going to leave you behind. Follow me closely … …"
Chu Ci hurriedly pulled on the corner of his clothes and followed him.
Fang Xing looked back and sighed. "If it's a fight, this is not enough. I'll suffer a bit and carry you!"
At this time, Chu Ci had no idea what to do. She obediently climbed onto Fang Xing's back and buried her little head in his back.
As for Fang Xing, he waved the flag and his entire person changed. He said coldly, "I've warned you three times. Life or death is up to fate. Don't blame me for being ruthless … …"
"Haha, a Foundation Establishment brat dares to be so impudent in front of us?"
Among the crowd, a masked old man stood out. He sneered and waved his finger.
This person's cultivation was already at Foundation Establishment Level 4. When he pointed his finger, a strong wind swept within a radius of 100 feet, condensing into a point in front of his finger. It was as if countless tiny wind blades had condensed into a drill, and its power was extremely terrifying.
Just by looking at this technique, one could guess that this old man had an extraordinary background. He was definitely not an ordinary Rogue Cultivator. He might even be a Dao Protector of some big family. It was just that when he saw the wealth on Fang Xing, he also covered his face and came over to make a fortune.
"You don't know what's good for you. Break!"
Fang Xing shouted coldly. He waved the flag in his hand and rolled it up. Using the flag as a spear, he thrust it forward.
The flag was black and inconspicuous. It didn't even have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy. At first, the masked old man didn't care about it. However, when his finger touched the flag, he realized that something was wrong. His Great Gale Finger, which could tear through black iron, couldn't even tear through the seemingly ordinary black flag. He felt that something was wrong and immediately wanted to retreat.
"Do you think you can leave?"
Fang Xing shouted coldly. He increased the strength in his hand and the flag shook. With a "boom", the strength in his hand surged.
"Pa … …"
The masked cultivator didn't even have time to react. In an instant, the wind blade in front of his finger was shattered. Then, his finger was shattered. Then, the flag came straight at him and actually pierced a hole in his body. Blood dripped down … …
However, the spilled blood did not fall to the ground. Instead, it was absorbed by the black flag. Even the blood that had already dripped into the air seemed to be attracted by a strange force and flew back to the surface of the flag!
"What … What's going on?"
Someone cried out involuntarily in fear.
"He killed the intermediate stage of the foundational level in one move. What cultivation level is this little bastard?"
In the midst of panic, some people began to retreat. Their minds were shaken and they wanted to escape.
"Haha, don't panic. This little bastard is strong, but it also means that the things he has on him are valuable. That flag, I want it!"
Suddenly, a cold laugh echoed. A six-meter-tall man rushed out. He was also in the foundational level. He threw a punch that shook the air. Like a thunderstorm, it was enough to topple mountains and overturn seas. It headed straight for Fang Xing. Based on the strength of this punch, it was obvious that this person was a combat cultivator. Only a combat cultivator could train their strength to such a frightening level.
What was even more threatening was his words. It immediately triggered the greed in the hearts of the cultivators and they all rushed forward.
"People die for wealth, and birds die for food. This saying is indeed true …"
Fang Xing snickered and waved the flag. "Old Heretic, take this opportunity to eat to your heart's content …"
Above the flag, black smoke billowed and engulfed the sky. In the midst of the smoke, Daphne's laughter could be heard.
"Kill …"
All the cultivators rushed forward.
Fang Xing was awe-inspiring and fearless. He tossed the Myriad Spirit Flag into the air, and Evil King Dapeng controlled it alone while he himself took out the one-legged lance with a flip of his hand. He circulated his spirit energy and swept it out. "Rumble!" The six-meter-tall burly man charged over, and the one-legged lance collided with his fist, instantly stirring up a violent gale that reached tens of thousands of zhang. The burly man staggered back, and the bones in his fist were already fractured.
"Pa!"
Fang Xing was unforgiving. He took a step forward, creating a crater in the ground. The one-legged bronze spear waved again, and the burly man let out a muffled roar. His head had already been smashed to smithereens. His body swayed and he collapsed to the ground. At the same time, Fang Xing's astonishing divine sense swept out. He reached out and grabbed a short Foundation Establishment cultivator who was extremely proficient in sneak attacks from the shadows. He lifted him up high and smashed him into the ground.
A reign of terror, a massacre in all directions!
Fang Xing brandished the One-Legged Bronze Man Lance once, and the cultivators in front of him were swept away by him. Even ordinary early stage Foundation Establishment cultivators were no match for him, not to mention that there were a lot of quick-witted cultivators who were fishing in troubled waters.
This battle was truly delightful.
Fang Xing was originally filled with killing intent. His attacks were even more merciless. Among the cultivators who came to kill him, there were at least three foundational level intermediate stage, seven or eight foundational level early stage, and the rest were all peak spirit formation cultivators. It could be said that they were extremely powerful. However, they were forced into a dead end by him and started a massacre. Blood splattered everywhere and dyed the crescent moon that was falling into the sky red …
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