"I'll eat you, I'll definitely eat you! There was originally no enmity between us, but ever since the Heaven Hating Clan, you've been ruining my plans. Later, you took Magu away from me … It can be said that the reason why our plan has come to this stage is all because of your interference. I hate you the most, so after your soul was taken away, I'll eat you to vent my anger … "
The Vermillion Bird became irritable, and the fiery clouds around it seemed to increase in intensity by several times.
"Anyway, I haven't taken a bath for several days. Do whatever you want!"
Fang Xing shrugged nonchalantly, and the Vermillion Bird was instantly enraged.
"Kill him!"
The Vermillion Bird suddenly roared as it stared at the cultivators who were trapped in the ruined garden. "Kill this little brat for me. Dismember him and his dragon into a thousand pieces in front of me. Then, hand over all your secret treasures to me. Swear an oath that you won't seek revenge against me or harm MaNu. Then, I'll be merciful and spare your lives …"
"Whoosh!"
When the cultivators heard this, their eyes lit up at the same time as if they saw the light of hope.
What they were most worried about was that they would die under the Hong Meng death Qi for no reason. If the Vermillion Bird was willing to spare their lives, then it was not impossible to hand over the secret treasures. More importantly, the Vermillion Bird only wanted them to swear a poison oath … Something like a poison oath … Wasn't it just a matter of their lips trembling? They could say whatever they wanted to say, and it didn't matter if they obeyed it or not.
However, they were worried about the red dragon. At this moment, that big guy was staring at the cultivators with vigilance. In this abandoned garden that was only a few hundred feet in circumference, no one dared to guarantee that they would be able to escape unscathed if they fought with such a crazy guy. In other words, if they destroyed the already unstable spell formation of the abandoned garden and the death Qi invaded, wouldn't that guy die a horrible death?
While the cultivators were pondering, Fang Xing said, "Why is it so troublesome? Can't you just sign a master-servant contract with them?"
When the Vermillion Bird heard this sarcastic remark, its tone sank and it became even more furious …
This little bastard was actually helping to come up with ideas as if he was thinking for her!
If it was that simple, why would he have such a headache? What he couldn't say was that only a complete soul could sign a master-servant contract. However, before he was even born, or rather, before he even hatched, a strand of his soul had already been extracted, and he became the guardian spirit bird of the Taishang orthodoxy. His soul was already incomplete, so how could he sign a master-servant contract with someone else?
"I'm a man of my word. Will you do it or not? Kill this brat and swear an oath, and I'll let you live! "
Vermillion Bird simply ignored Fang Xing and continued to shout at Zhu Xiu.
Seeing that he was ignoring him, Fang Xing was a little angry and shouted, "Hey, my method is very good, think about it!"
Vermillion Bird coldly shouted, "I don't have much patience. You'd better think about it quickly!"
Fang Xing said to the other cultivators: "Look, it's not willing to sign the contract, it must be lying …"
The Vermilion Bird was about to roar …
"Let's do it!"
At that moment, Luo Musang and Granny Yao suddenly exchanged glances. They moved at the same time and grabbed at Fang Xing from the left and right. The two of them were tempted by the Vermilion Bird's suggestion and decided to make the first move. They would first capture Fang Xing and force the crimson dragon to not act recklessly, then kill the crimson dragon before killing Fang Xing. This way, they could avoid a head-on confrontation …
However, just as they were about to make their move, three or four of the eight Golden Core cultivators of the Heaven Grudge Tribe who were standing behind Fang Xing suddenly attacked at the same time. The tremendous force sent Fang Xing flying, and their angry voices rang out, "Brat, even if I'm not lucky enough today, I'll kill you first to vent my anger at you for bullying us …"
This sudden turn of events shocked the cultivators, and even the Vermilion Bird was slightly taken aback. Then, a smile appeared on his face. Seeing that Fang Xing had flown out of the abandoned garden, and his entire body was enveloped in the Primordial Death Aura, as if he had lost his breath in an instant, the Vermilion Bird was greatly relieved. It was as if he had eaten a ginseng fruit, and he could not help but let out a long laugh.
"Brat, you're mischievous and full of strange tricks, but in the end, you still died in my hands …"
The Vermilion Bird laughed and raised its claw. With a light tap, a fiery cloud swept out, intending to burn Fang Xing into ashes.
With a tap of the fiery cloud, Fang Xing's corpse would be reduced to ashes.
However, just as the Vermilion Bird was about to tap, suddenly, a ball of light flew out from Fang Xing's storage bag and floated in the air. The Vermilion Bird was slightly startled, and then overjoyed. It recognized that this was the Heaven Grudge Tribe's mirror, which could help it step onto the Ancient Road to Heaven. Its use was unknown, but it was the most important one, and it was also the one that it wanted the most!
This discovery made its mind tremble, and it wanted to first hold the copper mirror in its hand.
However, even though it was slightly distracted, it suddenly remembered the time when it was at a disadvantage in the Black Swamp. Whenever it thought about it, it felt pained. At that time in the Black Swamp, it had already planned to pretend to be captured and borrow the power of the tribes to cross the Yellow Spring Sea. However, at that time, when it pretended to be captured … it was actually captured by accident …
Its original plan was to deliberately let itself be captured by the purple-spotted old cultivator, the leader of the Fengtian Tribe. Firstly, the old cultivator was very powerful, and it was only natural for it to be captured. Secondly, compared to the cunning Fang Xing, it was more willing to fall into someone else's hands.
Unfortunately, when Fang Xing suddenly threw the mirror and magu out of his hands, he was momentarily confused, and subconsciously showed himself.
After that, it really was captured.
This was actually a wound in its heart, and it was painful to think about it!
Because of this, it learned its lesson and resisted the urge to grab the mirror. Instead, it continued to point at Fang Xing's body.
He was extremely careful towards this fellow that repeatedly caused him to suffer losses for no apparent reason. He really didn't dare to relax his vigilance in his heart until he turned him into ashes. Who knew what this little bastard would do next?
There really was a little bastard!
With the Vermilion Bird Clan's innate protective Southern Ming True Flame, it wasn't a big deal to burn a corpse. If it wasn't for the corpse suddenly coming back to life … Just as the Vermilion Bird's True Flame was about to burn Fang Xing's body, a faint wisp of green smoke suddenly floated past the seemingly dead Fang Xing's body. Then, he disappeared …
At the same time, an extremely sharp Sword Qi suddenly stabbed three inches below his left ribs.
Ruthless, strange, and deadly!
"You're not dead?"
The Vermilion Bird roared and angrily retreated. At the same time, it activated its protective True Flame.
However, Fang Xing was too fast and the Vermillion Bird was surprisingly not in a hurry. This sword still accurately pierced into the Vermillion Bird's left flank, a full foot deep. The Vermillion Bird's protective true flame could melt any darksteel weapon, but the wide and straight black ugly sword in Fang Xing's hand was unexpectedly unafraid of this true flame. After piercing three feet into the Vermillion Bird's body, the color of the sword didn't even change.
"Sizzle …"
A series of burning scarlet blood splatters fell to the ground. The Vermilion Bird retreated nearly a hundred feet and looked at Fang Xing in shock.
"How is this possible … You're not afraid of the Primordial Death Aura?"
The cultivators in the abandoned garden were also stunned as they stared unblinkingly at Fang Xing.
They couldn't imagine how this little demon wasn't afraid of the Primordial Death Aura that even they couldn't defend against.
However, Fang Xing was indeed unafraid. He chuckled and withdrew the enormous black sword that he had stabbed out. After that, he raised his head. On his forehead, a lotus-shaped imprint was flickering with dazzling divine light. It was that lotus that fixed Fang Xing's soul in place. Even if his body was immersed in the Primordial Death Qi that surged like waves, his soul wouldn't be deterred, and it remained unmoving like a pillar in the middle of a torrent.
The Vermilion Bird was in its original form and had no expression. However, from its eyes, one could clearly see that it was puzzled, shocked, and then angry. In the end, it roared angrily, "So you have such a treasure to protect yourself. Little demon, you're even more difficult to deal with than I imagined. But so what if you have such a treasure? A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator wants to turn the tables on me? "
Even though it discovered that Fang Xing could resist the Primordial Death Aura, the Vermilion Bird was still fierce!
From its point of view, so what if Fang Xing could resist the Primordial Death Aura?
To put it bluntly, seeing that Fang Xing wasn't dead, the Vermilion Bird relaxed a little.
For some reason, the Vermilion Bird felt that Fang Xing wouldn't die so easily. It was afraid of being tricked by him.
If the leader of the Fengtian Tribe or the other tribes had this ability, the Vermilion Bird would turn around and run without a word. But it just had to be this little demon. What was there to be afraid of? A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator couldn't turn the tables on the Vermilion Bird.
This little demon was difficult to deal with because of his tricks. In terms of cultivation, how could the Vermilion Bird defend against three of them?
With this thought, the Vermilion Bird relaxed a little and sneered, "Maybe killing you is the best way …"
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