"Jie jie …"
Just when the crowd of cultivators had just broken away from the confrontation between Fang Xing and Han Longzi and were discussing the problem of when the opportunity would appear in a low voice, they suddenly heard a burst of cold and terrifying strange laughter coming from the western horizon. On the mountain peak far away, there seemed to be a blood red mist coming over. In the mist, there were actually a hundred little ghosts dressed in red and green, clustered around a large sedan chair and rushed over.
The little ghosts that were carrying the palanquin were all dressed in red and green and had makeup on, as if they were celebrating some joyous occasion. Eight little ghosts were forcefully carrying the black palanquin in the middle that was as large as a sacrificial altar. The dozens of little ghosts in front were beating gongs and drums, blowing suona, and walking happily. Behind them, there were dozens of disciples wearing white linen clothes. They floated as they walked, and their feet did not touch the dust.
"Senior Leng, not good, it's … it's that evil ghost …"
When the disciples of the Myriad Sieve Courtyard heard this laughter, their faces instantly turned pale with fright, and they looked at Leng Ziyan in fear.
A layer of cold sweat appeared on Leng Ziyan's forehead as he thought of the battle with the Southern Border cultivators …
During that battle, he and the disciples of the Great Snow Mountain were together, but they were unable to gain any advantage against the Southern Border cultivators. In the end, both sides lost four to five Spiritual Movement Realm disciples, and then retreated. He also suffered some injuries during that battle, and what made him feel ashamed was that the one who injured him was not the Ghost Country's Crown Prince, Li Ying, but one of his Ghost Generals.
But now, the Ghost Country's Crown Prince had personally come …
This evil ghost, why didn't he enter the depths of the Mysterious Region to obtain a place on the rankings, and instead came here to seize this opportunity?
Leng Ziyan was already trembling. Half of it was due to anger, but more of it was due to fear.
"Eh? Beating gongs and drums, is he going to marry a bride? "
Fang Xing frowned and looked at the palanquin. He activated the Dharma Eye Technique, and it didn't take long for him to clearly see the appearance of the person in the palanquin. He immediately frowned in disgust and spat, "Where did such an ugly bride come from?"
It turned out that the person sitting on the palanquin was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old young man. He was wearing a pair of red silk pants and his upper body was bare. His eyes were pitch-black and he looked like a ghost. He had a funny braid on his head and was grinning like a fool. He was holding a big black bowl in his hand and was surrounded by seven or eight beautiful women.
"This person is not to be trifled with. You'd better be careful …"
The robber chuckled and reminded Fang Xing.
Fang Xing rolled his eyes at him and said, "What? Do you think he's too disgusting to kill? "
The robber covered his mouth and laughed, "I heard that this person is very difficult to deal with. Don't let him hear your mischievous words, or else you'll get into trouble. To be honest, there are only three or four young geniuses that I'm afraid of in this trip to the Nan Zhan. This person is one of them. His name is Li Ying, and he's the crown prince of the Southern Border Ghost Kingdom. If you can avoid provoking him, it's best not to!"
"The Southern Border Ghost Kingdom?"
Fang Xing was slightly startled, and he began to ponder.
He had heard of this before. The Nan Zhan had four regions: the Chu Region, the Western Desert, the Southern Border, and the Northern Divine Mountain. The four regions had different legacies, but the Southern Border was evil and sinister. Even their name was called the Ghost Kingdom.
However, he wasn't sure how difficult this crown prince of the Ghost Kingdom would be compared to that golden bastard.
The robber seemed to have seen through his thoughts and explained softly, "Before I came here, I've read the records about him. The legacies of the Ghost Kingdom have always been different from other legacies. They're particular about fate and ruthlessness. It's said that the legacies of the Ghost Kingdom's Royal Court are especially evil. Every generation's crown prince is chosen by the Ghost King to collect children from all over the world. He'll specifically choose a child born in a yin year, yin month, yin hour, and yin hour. Then, he'll be killed again and reincarnated again. This cycle will repeat nine times, and on the ninth time, he'll be reincarnated into the belly of the Ghost Kingdom's madam. Once he's born, he'll become a prince of the Ghost Kingdom. There are a total of nine such children. Later on, the nine of them will fight against each other, and the one who survives is the Ghost Kingdom's crown prince. Because of his special fate, his talent is extraordinary, and because he's been killed nine times, he's naturally violent and full of resentment. His innate divine sense is many times stronger than that of an ordinary cultivator, and he's extremely terrifying …"
"Killed nine times? This child is so pitiful … "
After listening to this, Fang Xing couldn't help but be startled for a moment, and said dumbfoundedly.
"It's precisely because he's pitiful that he's powerful!"
The robber nodded softly and said, "However, the Ghost Kingdom also has a legacy. It's said that every generation of the Ghost King was personally killed by the Ghost Kingdom's crown prince, because every generation of the Ghost Kingdom's crown prince hates the Ghost King to the bone …"
Chu Ci, who was listening on the side, also widened her eyes, and said softly, "Then, they'll still choose the next crown prince like this?"
The robber nodded and said, "Yes, this process has been going on for tens of thousands of years!"
"Why don't they end this legacy?"
Chu Ci's small face was slightly red, and she said somewhat angrily. What the robber said was a secret of the Ghost Kingdom, even she had never heard of it before.
The green-masked robber smiled and said, "That's their business. Who would know?"
As they spoke, the palanquin that was surrounded by countless little ghosts had already arrived in front of them. The closer they got, the more strange the little ghosts that were beating gongs, drums, and suona sounded like a bride getting married. Chu Ci felt a faint sense of fear, and her body shrank. Seeing this, Fang Xing patted her head and said, "Don't worry, if he dares to provoke us, this young master will send him to reincarnation for the tenth time!"
"Jie Jie, there are a lot of people coming to snatch the opportunity, and they all look delicious …"
Li Ying drank the contents of the big black porcelain bowl, and threw the bowl away, only to see that the bottom of the bowl was bright red, like blood.
His strange eyes swept around, and he cackled strangely, but he was so frightened that a large area around him became empty, and no one dared to approach.
Now, the edge of the basin had been divided into several regions. The three Pixies from the Northern Divine Mountain occupied one region, Fang Xing occupied another, and Li Ying occupied another. No one dared to approach them. As for one of the Four Heroes of the Western Desert, the son of the Han Family, he occupied a region as well. However, he was alone, so the area he occupied was the smallest. Next was the son of the Four Heroes of the Western Desert, Han Longzi. Although he had disciples by his side, the area he occupied wasn't that large.
After all, he had just been suppressed by Fang Xing, so his position in the eyes of the cultivators had undoubtedly dropped a level, and his prestige had been greatly reduced.
The five of them each occupied the area closest to the basin, faintly dividing it into five territories. The other cultivators all lined up behind them, not daring to approach. Among them, Fang Xing, Li Ying, and the three Northern Divine Mountain Spirits occupied a slightly larger area, while the two Heroes of the Western Desert occupied a slightly smaller area. However, the two Heroes of the Western Desert's combined territory was about the same as the other three, and the four regions were faintly pitted against each other.
At this time, more and more spiritual clouds gathered above the basin. It was as if a celestial mountain was floating above the basin. The spiritual energy was so dense that it was hard to describe. It was as if an opportunity was about to appear. The minds of all the cultivators couldn't help but rise. What they were more concerned about was whether this opportunity could be snatched by a Spiritual Movement Realm cultivator or a Foundation Realm cultivator.
Frankly speaking, if it was an opportunity that could be snatched by a Spiritual Movement Realm cultivator, then the cultivators could still fight for it, but if it was an opportunity that could be snatched by a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, then they might as well just give it up. Who had the ability to fight for the opportunity in front of Fang Xing and the others?
"The situation isn't good …"
Fang Xing looked at the huge clouds above the basin and muttered in his heart.
As more and more clouds gathered, there was already a faint suppressive force around the basin, as if there was an invisible force repelling him. He needed to circulate his spirit energy in order to resist it, but looking at the surrounding Spiritual Movement Realm cultivators, they didn't seem to feel this repelling force at all. This made him faintly guess that this time, it was most likely an opportunity that could only be snatched by a Spiritual Movement Realm cultivator …
If this was really the case, then he might be in some trouble.
Most of the surrounding cultivators were Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators with Spiritual Movement Realm cultivators. No matter what kind of opportunity it was, they could fight for it. But for him, if it was a Spiritual Movement Realm opportunity, then there was no way to fight for it. The Han Clan son of the Western Desert's Four Heroes and the three Demons of the Northern Divine Mountain were in the same situation as him. They also came alone and did not have any Spiritual Movement Realm disciples following them.
However, a few Northern Divine Mountain cultivators had already gathered around the three Demons of the Northern Divine Mountain, as if they wanted to form an alliance. On the other hand, there was still no one around Fang Xing and the Han Clan son of the Western Desert's Four Heroes.
"If there is no other way, then I can only snatch it from others. Who should I start with?"
Fang Xing faintly pondered. When his gaze swept past Leng Ziyan, he coldly laughed in his heart.
With the senses of his Divine Sense, he'd already noticed Leng Ziyan and the other disciples of the Myriad Net Hall when he'd just arrived here. However, since they had completely no intention of coming up to greet him, he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to them. Of course, there was an even more important reason, and that was because they'd greeted each other now, so they were acquaintances. If he were to seize them later, it would be too embarrassing for him to do so …
"Great, this opportunity might be something that only Spiritual Movement Realm cultivators can fight for. The heavens are really helping me!"
At this moment, Leng Ziyan also faintly felt the arrival of an invisible pressure. His heart was immediately filled with joy.
To be honest, with Fang Xing and the other four here, if it was an opportunity that could be fought over by Foundation Realm cultivators, he really did not have the confidence to fight for it. Not to mention Fang Xing, just the Southern Border Ghost Kingdom's Crown Prince was enough to make him retreat. But if it was an opportunity that could be fought over by Spiritual Movement Realm cultivators, then he could avoid this calamity. With the strength of the Thousand Net Courtyard disciples, they would not return empty-handed.
What he needed to think of now was how to prevent the opportunity from being snatched by others. If it really didn't work, then he could let the Thousand Net Courtyard disciples directly find an altar to teleport out of the place of opportunity. In some of the bigger places of opportunity, there would often be an altar to teleport out. The opportunity that was about to appear in this basin seemed to be the biggest one, so there should be one as well.
Thinking of this, his heart calmed down. He unintentionally glanced at Fang Xing and an inexplicable sense of satisfaction appeared in his heart.
So what if you have unlimited ferocity?
In the end, he still occupied a spot among the Five Sons of the Great Snow Mountain. This lowly servant should just obediently watch him seize the opportunity!
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