"What is the relationship between that thieving bird and the Dragon Seeking Clan?"
Fang Xing didn't understand this question, but he did understand that Magu didn't hesitate to risk her life to lure the cultivators into the black swamp. She most likely wanted to take advantage of the chaos to stir up some trouble. Fang Xing didn't know what they wanted to do, but he knew that the copper mirror and Magu were very important to the Vermillion Bird. Thus, he made a last-minute move to use the copper mirror and Magu to lure the Vermillion Bird out.
No matter what the Vermillion Bird wanted to do, Fang Xing was confident that it would show itself when it saw the copper mirror and Magu.
Of course, it didn't matter even if it didn't show itself. He wouldn't lose anything, at most he would be laughed at.
Some people were as intelligent as a demon, while some people had far-reaching plans. He reckoned that he couldn't touch either side.
Although he wasn't stupid and was quite crafty, he was still a far cry from those experts who could take every possibility into account. However, he had an advantage, which was that he was extremely daring and didn't know the word fear. Once he thought of something, as long as he had 30% confidence, he would dare to do it. Every time he did something, he would always first confirm what he wanted to do, and then think about how to do it better.
This time was the same. He guessed that the Vermillion Bird had been secretly watching this group of Ruin Explorers. It was even possible that it was playing with them, luring the cultivators into the depths of the Ruins of End or to some dangerous place. The Vermillion Bird sneered as it watched the cultivators struggle with all their might. At the same time, it looked at him with an unfriendly gaze, waiting for him to fight with the cultivators over the matter of the Crimson Dragon.
This wasn't a good feeling. It made people feel as if they were constantly being watched by a poisonous snake.
Thus, after discovering that the Vermillion Bird and Magu might be plotting something after entering the black swamp, Fang Xing was ready to make his move even though he didn't know the specifics. First, Magu, then the copper mirror, then he and the Crimson Dragon would be thrown far away. He didn't believe that this bastard wouldn't fall for it … This person and the mirror were the most precious things in the Ruins of End.
He even planned that if the Young Master didn't show up after throwing the mirror and Magu out, he would lie on the ground and pretend to be dead for half a day … However, he didn't expect things to go so smoothly. The Young Master was actually not far away from him. As soon as he saw the mirror and Magu, he immediately jumped out like a dog that smelled meat …
Of course, because this was a last-minute idea, Fang Xing didn't dare to really throw out the meat. The bait he prepared was fake. The mirror was actually a copper mirror that he had obtained from the sword embryo auction. It was a broken toy that the Great Golden Crow had accidentally bought. It was somewhat similar to the Copper Mirror, so he picked it out early on to pass it off as the real one at a critical moment …
This was naturally a critical moment. Thus, he purposely used the copper mirror to deflect the attack from the crack in the void. This was also to create the impression that the "real copper mirror" was in his hands and had flown out …
As for Hen Tianning, this girl didn't know how to do laundry, cook, or serve tea, and he didn't want to sleep with her …
He had to find something for her to do!
Once he came out, he was done for. Although the eight Golden Core servants weren't as capable as him individually, the eight of them were enough to trap him for at least the time it took to drink a cup of tea. This time was enough to stabilize the situation, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes.
The plan was such a child's play, but it was probably because of this that the Young Master was really fooled.
For him, he still had a feeling that he didn't know where he lost …
How did this little brat find the Wood Monster of Kui?
How did he know that I was nearby?
When did he come up with this plan to screw me over?
One must know that even when I was ready to take action, it was only after I saw Magu bring these people into the black swamp!
Because of these questions, no matter how cold his face was, no matter how solemn his expression was, he still asked very seriously!
"How did you do it?"
Now he really wanted to know how Fang Xing did it, so he could know how he lost.
For this question, Fang Xing laughed three times, then said, "I'm not telling you!"
"Did that little brat escape?"
In the distance, someone shouted angrily. A purple sword light flashed in the distance, and from time to time, tentacles splashed with green juice flew up. It was the purple-spotted old cultivator of the Fengtian Clan, leading a group of clansmen, who forcibly killed their way out of the encirclement of the Wood Monster of Kui's tentacles. He shouted and rushed forward with his sword. The Wood Monster of Kui's tentacles were actually vulnerable under his sword.
"I saw him escape into the sky just now, he should have escaped, quickly chase him back …" An old voice shouted.
In another direction, the moonlight was like water, and it was Granny Yao, Elder Linglong, and the others of the Reverence Moon Clan. They jointly propped up a ball wrapped in moonlight, and rushed out of the crazy attack of the Wood Monster of Kui. The terrible whirlwind, the amazingly powerful tentacles, and the barbs on the tentacles fiercely hit the ball of light. "Peng peng" sounds were heard, but they couldn't hurt them at all.
"He has already reached the Three Boundary Mountain, where else can he escape to? Does he not want to enter the Dao Palace? "
A clear voice shouted, and it was Shi Nansha, the leader of the Royal Beast Clan, who rushed out with a group of clansmen.
The last one was Luo Musang, the smiling tiger of the Small Clan Alliance. He held a small flower the size of a fist in his hand, and the small flower was emitting a hazy brilliance. The terrifying tentacles sensed the light and retreated to the side, as if they didn't dare to approach. Behind Luo Musang, there were also seven or eight clansmen who staggered out with him.
They were high-level Golden Core and Mahayana Realm cultivators, so they were not hurt by the Wood Monster of Kui. Although they were caught off guard, they quickly reacted. However, although they were unharmed, their clansmen might not be able to resist the attack. Therefore, they chose to turn back to save their clansmen, and rushed out half a cup of tea later than Fang Xing.
What they were most worried about was that Fang Xing would take advantage of the chaos to escape. After all, they already had evil intentions in their hearts, and they didn't try to hide it.
They were shouting and yelling, ready to rush to the shore, put down their clansmen, and immediately chase after Fang Xing.
However, when they rushed out, they were immediately stunned. They stared blankly at Fang Xing, who was standing on the dragon's head with his arms crossed.
"He didn't escape?"
Granny Yao, the purple-spotted old cultivator, and the other leaders of the four tribes were surprised to see him waiting calmly on the shore.
"Who did you say was escaping?"
Fang Xing crossed his arms. With a thought, the crimson dragon turned around and looked at the four leaders with an unfriendly gaze.
"Heh, little bastard, you're quite bold. I've underestimated you …"
Granny Yao said coldly, glancing at Fang Xing with a fake smile.
"Old bastard, I've never underestimated you …"
Fang Xing had never lost in a battle of words. He retorted right back.
Granny Yao had never won a single argument with Fang Xing along the way. She loved scolding people, but she would get anxious the moment she was scolded. It was the same at this moment. Her face suddenly darkened, and she said sinisterly, "Little bastard, you've been speaking rudely to me along the way. Seeing that you're too young, I've been going easy on you. But do you really think that I can't kill you?" As she spoke, she took a step forward and bellowed, "Let me ask you. You clearly sensed danger in advance in the Black Marsh earlier, so why didn't you warn me?"
Fang Xing wasn't afraid of her. Standing on the crimson dragon's head, he said with a smile, "Didn't I invite you up here to enjoy the shade?"
"You …"
Granny Yao was already enraged, and her killing intent surged.
Fang Xing rolled his eyes and scolded, "What about you? Don't put on the airs of an elder in front of me every day. I didn't grow up drinking your milk. It's enough for you to give me a reminder. You're so stupid that you couldn't discover the danger, yet you want to blame me? What are you glaring at me for? So what if I'm scolding you? If you have the guts, why don't you try fighting my big dog? "
The crimson dragon immediately became spirited when it heard that. It stared at Granny Yao with bright eyes.
Granny Yao was infuriated. She had endured Fang Xing's scolding along the way, and it was really hard for her. However, when she turned to look at Ling Long, she was hesitating. She was the only two Golden Core Mastery Stage cultivators of the Reverence Moon Clan left, and the other one had died on the way. They didn't have much confidence in taking down the crimson dragon. Thus, she could only glare at the purple-spotted old cultivator.
"I think it's time. It's time!"
The purple-spotted old cultivator raised his eyebrows and glanced at the crimson dragon.
The eyes of the leader of the Royal Beast Clan flickered, and he placed his hands behind his back.
The people of the Small Clans Alliance also rose to their feet when they heard that. Some had killing intent in their eyes, and some had wariness in their eyes.
"What are we going to do?"
Fang Xing asked with a smile, as if he didn't understand what was going on.
Granny Yao stomped her walking stick on the ground and unleashed her invisible aura. She smiled eerily and said, "Brat, you should know that if you want to enter the Dao Palace, you'll need the bloodline of the Four Banes as a sacrifice. You'll have to hand over the crimson dragon sooner or later. We're already at the Three Boundary Mountain, and we'll soon reach the Gate of the Four Banes. If you don't hand over the crimson dragon now, when will you?"
As she spoke, her beady eyes glowed with killing intent.
Now that they were at the Three Boundary Mountain, the descendants of the Dragon Clan were no longer of much use to them. Their fear of taking action against the crimson dragon had lessened significantly. What they were worried about now was how to take down the crimson dragon. As long as the crimson dragon surrendered, she wouldn't have to worry about this brat at all.
"The bloodline of the Four Banes … Didn't I say I was going to find the Vermilion Bird?"
Fang Xing asked in a daze, as if he had yet to react to Granny Yao's threat.
"Haha …"
The Smiling Tiger of the Small Clan Alliance, Luo Musang, suddenly took a step forward and laughed. "My young friend Xing, it's not that we want to force you, but where are we going to find the Vermilion Bird at this juncture? Even though we have its plume, its aura is only faintly discernible, making it difficult for us to search for it. Moreover, the depths of the Ultimate are too dangerous, so it's not good for us to run around. Why don't you cooperate and hand over the crimson dragon to us? I guarantee that you'll get a share of the benefits once we enter the Dao Palace. What do you think? "
Among the Ruin Seekers, he had been scolded no less than Granny Yao, so he was very concerned.
Fang Xing narrowed his eyes and glanced at Luo Musang and Granny Yao, making a mental note of this grudge. Then, he laughed and pointed at the young master trapped in the formation. He narrowed his eyes and said, "You're looking for the Vermilion Bird? What's so difficult about that? Isn't it right here? "
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