After Fang Xing said that sentence, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his spirit charged with full force.
Through Elder Tong's eyes, the power of his Spirit rushed towards Elder Tong like a tidal wave. At this moment, the two of them were in a stalemate. Although Elder Tong had the advantage in terms of physical strength, Fang Xing was not weak either. Elder Tong was unable to suppress Fang Xing in a short period of time. As a result, neither of them dared to move recklessly. With the distance between them being so close, Elder Tong took the hit head-on.
Elder Tong felt his vision go black as if he had fallen into a dark space. There was nothing around him, and it was indescribably cold as if a blade was pressing against his body. Above his head, there was a three-headed, six-armed demonic spirit with a vertical eye on its forehead staring at him.
"Oh no, he's suppressing my spirit!"
Elder Tong was shocked. He didn't expect that this itinerant cultivator in front of him not only had a strong physical strength, but his spirit was also so strong.
Logically speaking, since his cultivation was higher than the other party's, his spirit and Mountain Dharma should be stronger than the other party's.
If the other party's physical strength was strong, it could be explained by his talent, but how could his spirit directly suppress him?
In a panic, Elder Tong manifested Dan light and charged with full force, breaking the illusion.
"Boom!"
After all, he had a mid-stage Golden Core cultivation. Although his spirit power wasn't as strong as Fang Xing's, he still had some ability to resist.
After being immersed in the illusion for only a breath's time, Elder Tong suddenly woke up. When he opened his eyes, he just happened to see a large fist coming at him. With a "peng" sound, before he could react, the bridge of his nose was punched. In an instant, he actually saw stars and staggered back. Before he could retreat a few steps, he was kicked again. With a muffled roar, his entire person fell to the ground, his body trembling.
When he was suppressed by Fang Xing's spirit, he had already dispelled his Mountain Dharma, so he took these two blows.
"Damn it, if I didn't want to cause too much of a commotion, do you think I would need to go through so much trouble to deal with you?"
Fang Xing cursed angrily. With a whoosh, he took out his huge black sword and placed it on Elder Tong's neck.
"Tell me the ancient spells and runes that control this spiritual boat …"
Elder Tong was completely suppressed by Fang Xing, and he no longer dared to underestimate Fang Xing. He seemed to be struggling to get up, but suddenly, he secretly made a hand seal, and his skin changed. He used the Mountain Transformation again, and the majestic and ancient mountain intent realm appeared around him again. He sat cross-legged and said in a chilly voice, "You want to take this spiritual boat from me? Dream on … Even if I'm not your match in a fight of magical powers, it won't be easy for you to hurt me …"
"Eh, you can do that?"
Fang Xing was stunned. He did not expect that Elder Tong would play such a shameless trick.
This person knew that he was no match for him, so he wanted to use his Mountain Dharma and turn himself into a turtle with a hard shell. His spirit had already retracted into his golden core to prevent Elder Tong from suppressing him. The result was that Elder Tong had sealed himself. However, if Elder Tong could not break his Mountain Dharma and had the power to split a mountain, Elder Tong would not be able to do anything to him.
If it were during normal times, Elder Tong would have many ways to deal with him, such as refining, drowning, or using the Wood Dharma to break his Mountain Dharma. However, the spiritual boat was slowly moving toward the other side of the Red Abyss. If Elder Tong could not kill him before that, he would be the one in trouble.
"Trying to act shamelessly with Yours Truly? Don't you know that I'm the master of this aspect?"
Fang Xing thought angrily as he slashed wildly with his huge black sword. Clanging sounds and sparks flew everywhere.
Elder Tong was already covered in wounds of varying lengths, but he still guarded his mind and did not understand the Mountain Dharma.
"Let's see who can outlast the other …"
Fang Xing put away his huge black sword and rushed forward to punch and kick him.
"You're very sturdy, right?"
"You want to transform into a mountain?"
"I can't cut you, right?"
"Today, I'll beat you until the mountains collapse and the earth crack …"
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Elder Tong was beaten by Fang Xing like a rubber ball, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.
"Little … Little Bastard … Stop dreaming … As long as the Mountain Dharma doesn't break, you … won't be able to hurt me …"
"When we meet the four Little Ancestors and the honored guests from the Godly Continent, it will be the day of your death …"
"If I were you … I'd run away immediately … Maybe there's still a chance for me to survive …"
Elder Tong's chilly spiritual senses spread out. Obviously, he was enduring the great pain, but he still put on a fierce expression as if he wanted to compete with Fang Xing to the end and even threatened him. He believed that when the spiritual boat reached the end of the Red Abyss and met the four Little Ancestors of the Godly Continent and the three honored guests from the Godly Continent, it would be the day of Fang Xing's death. As for himself, he only needed to hold on for a little longer …
"Run away? Hehe, do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I can run away from this Setting Sun Desert? "
When Fang Xing heard this, he chuckled and looked Elder Tong up and down. "This is the ultimate move of this Young Master …"
"You … I've studied the Mountain Dharma all my life and transformed into a mountain … What … can you do to me …"
Elder Tong shouted coldly. His tone was filled with rage and disdain.
Fang Xing ignored him and opened his storage bag. After a while, he took out a long and slender Water-splitting Thorn, but he was very dissatisfied. He casually looked through it and took out a Judge Pen. He was still not satisfied, so he threw it to the side. In the end, he took out a dark golden long spear that was more than ten feet long and as thick as a human fist. It was covered with barbs that looked like fish scales …
Laughing evilly, Fang Xing arrived behind Elder Tong with the spear in hand. With a suction force from his palm, he lifted Elder Tong into the air.
Although Elder Tong used the Mountain Dharma, he still had a trace of divine sense vigilantly observing the surroundings. This action of Fang Xing's immediately made him think of something bad. His divine sense immediately fluctuated violently. "What … What are you trying to do?"
Fang Xing said, "Although I can't break your Mountain Dharma, I've found your weak point!"
Elder Tong said angrily, "What I cultivate is the Mountain Dharma, not some evil art. I don't have a weak point …"
Fang Xing pointed the dark golden spear behind him and said, "Isn't this the case?"
Elder Tong said angrily, "I'm a Golden Core ancestor at any rate. You can't humiliate me like this …"
Fang Xing sized him up and said, "I'll ask you one last time. Are you going to say it or not?"
Scared out of his wits, Elder Tong made a difficult decision. "I … I'll say it!"
After a while, Fang Xing erased Elder Tong's mark on the spiritual boat's disk and replaced it with his own after confirming the ancient spell and the method to control runes. Then, he chuckled when he sensed the feeling of controlling the boat.
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Cui Shaoting, on the other hand, was walking toward the spiritual boat with a cheerful expression. Thinking that he was tricked by that b * stard independent cultivator, he couldn't wait to kill that b * stard. That was why he thought of this problem so quickly. When he dashed forward like a lightning bolt, he had already come up with a plan in his mind. "I must kill that b * stard to vent my anger."
As for those little foxes …
I'll use those that haven't transformed into human forms as a sacrifice to the godly fire seed. I can keep the biggest one!
At the thought of that scene, excitement appeared in his sinister eyes.
He hadn't dashed far when he suddenly saw purple clouds hovering in front of him, and a huge spiritual boat broke through the clouds and approached him. Cui Shaoting's heart calmed down, and he hurriedly went forward and shouted, "Elder Tong, quickly put me on the boat. I'm looking for …"
Before Cui Shaoting could finish his sentence, he saw the arrays on the spiritual boats activating at the same time. A huge defense array engulfed the entire spiritual boat, and no one could enter it. Meanwhile, the three attacking spiritual boats turned their directions toward him. Startled, Cui Shaoting paused in the air and hesitated.
"Elder Tong, what are you doing? Let me on the boat! "
With a frown, Cui Shaoting yelled at the spiritual boat.
But at this moment, a light suddenly condensed on top of the formation. Before he could react, there was a "boom" and a formation light that was as thick as a human's waist shot toward him like lightning. It brushed past Cui Shaoting's left side and hit the Crimson Cliff behind him. The incomparably hard Crimson Cliff was actually smashed into the size of a small mountain.
"You … Elder Tong, are you crazy?"
Cui Shaoting was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat. While backing off, he created a defensive array.
"Hahahaha … Sorry, it's my first time using this thing, and I can't hit it accurately …"
Suddenly, a loud laughter sounded on the spiritual boat. A slightly apologetic face appeared on the deck of the spiritual boat, and a fat little fox lay on its head. It was none other than the independent cultivator that Cui Shaoting wanted to kill.
"How come it's you? Where's Elder Tong? "
Cui Shaoting's shock was not small, and his entire person was a little stunned.
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