"Split into groups of nine and form a formation. Keep an eye on the surroundings. Fly across the swamp, and don't fly too high. Be careful of the spatial rifts in the sky!"
Fang Xing's objection was just a small interlude. Even he himself did not insist on it. As for the purple-robed old cultivator, Granny Yao, and the others who had personally probed the Black Swamp and felt that there was no danger, they naturally did not mind it at all. In fact, they even thought that Fang Xing had said such a thing because he could sense that they were about to reach the Door of the Four Banes, and as a result, he was afraid and was purposely trying to stir up trouble.
Soon, they divided all the troops into nine groups, standing on the shore of the Black Swamp, and flew over separately.
"Fellow Daoist Luo, please!"
The purple-robed old cultivator looked at the leader of the Small Clans Alliance, the smiling tiger, and said politely.
Whenever they encountered a situation where they weren't sure if it was going to be dangerous, the first group of people to test the waters would naturally be those from the small clans' alliance. However, this was still determined by their strength. The small clans' alliance wasn't united to begin with, and their combined strength wasn't necessarily comparable to that of the Reverence Sky Clan, the Imperial Beast Clan, and the Reverence Moon Clan.
"Us again?"
Luo Musang was stunned. He laughed dryly and said, "Haha, haha, about that, can we …"
Granny Yao of the Reverence Moon Clan said, "Fellow Daoist Luo, time is of the essence. We can't delay any longer!"
Luo Musang had no choice but to turn to his subordinates and ask, "Which clan should send people this time?"
The people from the Small Clans Alliance had no choice but to discuss among themselves in hushed voices. In the end, they decided to send a small clan, but it was also the weakest among them. They only had two Gold Core cultivators, while the other six were Foundation Establishment cultivators. With determined expressions on their faces, they flew toward the swamp. They looked at their surroundings with trepidation, then hurriedly flew to the other side of the swamp.
They flew for over ten thousand zhang, disappearing into the black mist of the black swamp. Their shadows were barely visible, and the swamp was still peaceful. Only then did the purple-mottled old cultivator, Granny Yao, and the others from the three clans nod their heads. They began to arrange for people to cross the swamp. There were a total of nine groups of people, and each group was separated by a distance of a hundred zhang. It was a distance where they could take care of each other.
Besides that, there was an expert at the advanced-stage of the Golden Core Realm or above holding down the fort between every group of people for the sake of safety.
From this, it could be seen that Granny Yao was right. They had lived for quite a long time, and there was no way they would be so foolish as to joke around with their lives.
Fang Xing, Crimson Dragon, Jindan Nine Servants, Hentianning, and the others were in the fourth group. There were people in front and behind them, both for protection and surveillance. He was already used to it, not showing the slightest bit of dissatisfaction. Instead, he looked at Black Marsh seriously.
The Black Swamp was boundless and seemed to have a radius of several dozen miles. As they flew past it, all they could see was the pitch-black, seemingly bottomless swamp that seemed to suck in their gazes. However, although the Black Swamp carried an indescribable atmosphere of fear, the cultivators still did not dare to fly too high. Compared to the terrifying Black Swamp, the faintly discernible void cracks in the sky were undoubtedly more frightening.
"Heh, just a Black Swamp and he's scared to this extent. How can someone as timid as a mouse be the leader of our Hentianning clan?"
Seeing that Fang Xing had been staring at the black swamp attentively, one of the nine servants who were flying around the crimson dragon as a guard around the crimson dragon, the short and plump man transmitted his voice to a clansman beside him with slight disdain.
This person's name was Hentianqing. He was the servant who had been scolded by Fang Xing for speaking rudely the first time he met Fang Xing. All this while, he had been feeling indignant, and the more he looked at Fang Xing, the more he disliked him. However, his life was in the latter's hands, so he did not dare to confront him directly. He only dared to talk about it to the cultivators in private, mocking Fang Xing's cowardice and shamelessness.
However, he seemed to have forgotten that it was Fang Xing's shamelessness that allowed the nine of them to travel so far unscathed.
"Third Brother Qing, you're only saying this to me through voice transmission. Don't let this brat hear it. He has the Mother Confining Ring, and he can take our lives with just a thought. Besides, he has the Ancestor's treasure mirror. The patriarch said that it's an ancient teaching that the one who has the treasure mirror is the master of the Hentianning clan. We have no choice but to serve him as our master. Don't complain, it's more important to explore the Ruins!"
Hentianqing, who had received Hentianqing's voice transmission, also replied and tried to persuade him.
Hentianqing, however, was still a little dissatisfied. He smiled coldly and said, "Brother Hong, if we find an opening and subdue him before he can react, he won't have the chance to activate the Mother Confining Ring. Then, we can use his life to threaten Crimson Dragon not to act presumptuously. Then, we can snatch that girl from the Dragon Seeking Clan. Wouldn't we have all the right to speak in the Ruins Exploring Alliance in one fell swoop?"
Hentianqing's eyes flickered when he heard this. After a while, he said softly, "It's too risky. Let's not do it …"
Hentianqing sneered and was about to answer when he suddenly heard Fang Xing's stern voice beside him. "Rise, quick, quickly rise!"
Without further explanation, he patted Crimson Dragon's back and urged it to rise rapidly into the sky. In an instant, it flew to a height of seven or eight hundred feet. In the sky, the black snakes were almost hanging over his head. It could be said that it was extremely dangerous. When the nine servants saw this, they were shocked and shouted in unison, "Patriarch, come down quickly, it's too dangerous …"
Fang Xing poked his head out from above and scolded, "It's dangerous down there. Come up quickly!"
The nine Jindan servants were all startled and hesitant. The black snakes in the air, which were the cracks in the void, were truly frightening. If they touched them, no one would be able to survive. And the height of seventy to eighty feet was already incomparably close to the area where they appeared. If any of the black snakes fell slightly lower, they would swallow the cultivators flying in the air and tear them to pieces. Thus, they really didn't dare to go up and take the risk. Furthermore, the black swamp below was incomparably calm and didn't seem to contain any danger.
At this juncture, Hen Tianning, who had been quietly following beside Fang Xing, gritted her teeth and quickly rose to a higher altitude. She moved closer to Fang Xing, scaring Hentianqing and the others into shouting, "Second Mistress, come down quickly …" Hen Tianning did not listen. She shouted at them, "Come up quickly!" She moved closer to Fang Xing and jumped onto Crimson Dragon's back, waving at them.
When the old cultivator with the highest cultivation among the nine servants saw this, he said in a low voice, "Before we came, the Patriarch specifically instructed us to listen to the patriarch's every command. Since he's beckoning, we can't disobey him. Let's go up and accompany him …"
Having said that, he also rose to a higher altitude and moved closer to Fang Xing. The remaining three also flew up with him.
However, among the nine servants, there were still five who were hesitant. Hen Tianqing said angrily, "Does the patriarch think he can send us to our deaths as he pleases? The sky is filled with cracks in the void, and great danger could appear at any time. He has Crimson Dragon and can avoid it as fast as lightning, but we can't fly on clouds and can only travel by air. If we encounter a crack in the void, how are we going to avoid it? "
At this moment, he was so angry that he shouted these words out loud.
When the four Golden Core servants saw this, they immediately hesitated, unsure whether they should fly up or not.
As for Fang Xing, he lowered his head and looked at him with a fierce look in his eyes. Suddenly, he reached into his robe and took out a metal hoop. Holding it in his hand, he sneered and said, "I'll only ask you one question. Are you coming up or not?"
When the Golden Core servants saw this, they were shocked. Naturally, they recognized that the bronze hoop was the Mother God Locking Hoop.
The Mother God Locking Hoop was the Dharma treasure that Fang Xing used to restrain them. However, they did not expect Fang Xing to take it out so easily. Was he going to kill them over such a small matter?
Even Hen Tianqing's expression changed. He did not dare to say anything, wondering if he should give in.
At this moment, if someone tried to persuade him, or if Fang Xing scolded him, he would take the opportunity to comply, even if he was unwilling. In fact, the Golden Core servant next to Fang Xing was also ready to scold him, but Fang Xing was impatient. Seeing that Hen Tianqing's face was filled with hesitation, he immediately channeled his spiritual energy into the bronze hoop.
"Patriarch, don't …"
"Don't … don't kill him …"
This action shocked Hen Tianning and the old Golden Core cultivator and they tried to stop him.
However, Fang Xing did not hesitate. He held the bronze mirror in his hand, and with a buzzing sound, the bronze hoop suddenly flashed with a light.
At the same time, a rune suddenly lit up on Hen Tianqing's forehead, emitting a faint red light through his skin. His expression suddenly changed, and he used all his strength to rush into the air. It was not because he wanted to counterattack Fang Xing before he died, but because he wanted to carry out Fang Xing's order. Unfortunately, before he could reach 30 feet, there was a sudden flash of light from his forehead.
A bloody hole suddenly appeared on his forehead, and he fell to the ground in a daze.
The nine Golden Core servants were shocked at the same time. They looked at the bronze hoop in Fang Xing's hand in shock.
That's right, the Patriarch had told them to listen to this little brat's orders, and he had also said that he would hand over the Mother God Locking Hoop to them. However, they were all Golden Core cultivators, and each of them had a higher realm than this little brat. Even if he had no respect for them, he could not just kill them on a whim. What did he think they were?
"I'm warning you, I have no time to play tricks with you. Since the Hentian Clan has handed you over to me, you'd better listen to me. Even if I send you to your deaths, you'd better die quickly, or I'll send you to the next world in advance!" Having said that, he glanced coldly at the old Golden Core cultivator, and then at Hen Tianning's face. "Including you!"
Seeing that the usually joking little brat had suddenly become so serious, the old Golden Core servants did not dare to be negligent. Risking being hit by the void cracks, they gathered around Fang Xing and said in unison, "Yes."
"It's good that you understand. If you don't want to die, rush forward with all your might. Don't fall below 60 feet …"
Fang Xing took a deep breath and gave the order. He patted the dragon's head and rushed forward as fast as lightning.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
