In the outside world, under the red soil at the outermost edge of Mount Fusang, there was a huge underground cave. It was a natural cave full of vitality, and it was also a place where the Gen Bo people lived. Usually, no one came here. Before this, the Great Golden Crow did not trust his own people very much, but he was careful and hid the Undead Mysterious Coffin and the remaining two Blood Lotus Seeds in this cave.
At this moment, Fang Xing was lying in the Mysterious Coffin, revealing the translucent coffin cover. The people outside the coffin could see that his corporeal body was sparkling and glowing, changing from white to black and yellow, and from black and yellow to light green. The cycle repeated without rhyme or reason, and in this process, there seemed to be some kind of change that the demon cultivators could feel but could not clearly distinguish was happening, gradually becoming heavier.
"Is … is he okay?"
Wu Sang 'er looked at Fang Xing in the coffin anxiously, and sighed to the Great Golden Crow, "Cousin, although your friend is like a bandit, reckless, likes to fight, and likes to cause trouble, he is actually a good person … You don't know, we tried everything to save you, but it didn't work. In the end, he still resolutely entered the Blackpool Prison …"
The Great Golden Crow wanted to cry, but no tears came out. This was already the fifth time she said this …
"Hehe, after living for so many years, I finally made it to this life …"
The old tree goblin Gen Bo walked over with his walking stick, and glanced at Fang Xing, and said with a smile.
The Great Golden Crow was slightly stunned, and wanted to divert Wu Sang 'er's attention, so he hurriedly turned to the old tree goblin and said, "Gen Bo, I didn't know that you are so powerful. Why didn't you just cripple the Yuanying Ancestor of the Tai Shi family? Hehe, our Fusang branch has not been able to raise our heads for many years, because there is no Yuanying Ancestor in charge, but I didn't expect you to … hehe … "
While smiling, his eyes were shining, as if he had seen the domineering appearance when there was a Yuanying Stage ancestor in charge.
"Cripple?"
The old tree goblin sneered. He patted his old waist and said, "It's already not bad that I can scare that little baby …"
The Great Golden Crow was stunned. He felt that there was a hidden meaning behind Gen's words.
Wu Sang 'er was also successfully attracted over. She held Uncle Gen's arm and said, "Uncle Gen, you have such magical powers. Why do you always act like this? If you had come out and said something, my cousin wouldn't have been locked up in the Blackpool Prison … "
The Old Tree Spirit coughed a few times, turned his head to look at the two of them, and said: "Do you think this old man usually pretends?"
Seeing that the Great Golden Crow and Wu Sang 'er were both surprised, Gen Bo said disdainfully, "That was just an act! Do you think I like to stay here and watch you little guys get worse with each generation? It's hard enough for this old man to live. How can I have the mood to fight with others? These two little bastards really have no conscience. You expect an old man like me to risk my life for you … "
The Great Golden Crow and Wu Sang 'er didn't know what to say. They finally had an ancestor who was not inferior to the Yuanying Ancestor, but they found that this ancestor was not the same as the others …
"Uncle Gen, are you really going to send us to the Fey Thearch Pavilion? Looks like it won't be peaceful this time. The Qingqiu Mountain and the Taishi Clan are up to no good. They probably have some tricks up their sleeves. And this little bandit is so badly injured … Hehe, you are so powerful. You won't send us to our deaths, will you? Do you have some treasured artifact to pass on to me? "
The Great Golden Crow smacked his lips and looked at Uncle Gen, his eyes shining.
As shameless as he was, he wouldn't let go of any chance to obtain a treasure. Even Fang Xing couldn't compare to him in this aspect.
As for the wager, he pretended to be pitiful. In reality, even the Lonely Edge Mountain, who set the wager, didn't really think that they could win. However, he was very confident because he knew Fang Xing too well.
If he could take advantage of such a harsh environment in the Mystic Region, then the Fey Thearch Pavilion?
Just a piece of cake!
Uncle Gen ignored him and found a flat rock to sit on. Leaning on his crutches, he sized up the Great Golden Crow and said, "Liuzi, I see that your body has strengthened quite a bit in this period of time. You're not any worse than a Middle-stage Golden Core, am I right? You're not even forty years old, but to have such achievements is really extraordinary. In the past, you'd be a rare genius in the Fey Race! "
The Great Golden Crow didn't expect Uncle Gen to praise him. He was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Haha, well … I'm just average …"
Uncle Gen nodded and said, "Indeed average!"
The Great Golden Crow suddenly didn't know what else to say.
Uncle Gen coughed and said, "In the past, there wouldn't be one in a hundred years in the entire Fey Race who could reach your level of cultivation before the age of forty. But in this generation, it's not that rare. Let's not talk about the kid in the coffin. Count with your claws, how many of the juniors in the Land of Demons are not weaker than you?"
The Great Golden Crow was slightly stunned, then he became serious and said, "There should be … two or three?"
Wu Sang Er corrected him, "There should be five!"
The Great Golden Crow immediately rolled his eyes and said, "How can there be so many!"
Wu Sang Er retorted, "Sister Fairy Fairy of Green Hill, Little Ape King of Great Sage Mountain, Nine-headed Little Saint of Hades Mountain … Not to mention the madman and idiot who are quite scary … Actually, that arrogant Little Peng of Lonely Edge Mountain is also very powerful, but I don't know what the seniors of Lonely Edge Mountain are thinking, they've been suppressing his cultivation and not letting him form his core!"
The Great Golden Crow was annoyed listening to this, so he waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, stop talking about it!"
Uncle Gen ignored the siblings' bickering, sighed softly and said, "In the past, it was not easy for even one of these juniors to appear. But now, there are five or six of them, and this is in the Land of Demons that doesn't have much luck. No one knows what the Land of Demons, which occupies seventy percent of the world's luck, is like, and what the Land of Demons, which only cultivates the body, is like …"
Hearing Uncle Gen's words, the Great Golden Crow was stunned and said, "Is it because there are too many opportunities?"
As he spoke, he had already raised his head to look at the sky.
It was no longer a secret now. The Sky Suspending Nine Coffins, opportunities fell from the sky, and everyone said that within the nine coffins, there was a chance to become an immortal.
"Opportunities …"
Uncle Gen also raised his head to look up and laughed. "An immeasurable debt fell from the Nine Heavens, half a fortune, half a disaster …"
The Great Golden Crow and Wu Sang 'er both felt that Uncle Gen was a little different from his usual muddle-headed self, so they were too embarrassed to say anything. But Uncle Gen didn't seem to want to listen to their reply. His cloudy eyes looked at the two of them, and even at Fang Xing, who was lying in the coffin. His cloudy eyes showed a rare clarity, and his expression was solemn. He lowered his voice and said, "Remember, the three of you, what falls from the sky is not necessarily an opportunity, it might be a debt … a debt that needs to be repaid … But, even if it is a debt, you have to fight for it. Even if the price to repay it is a hundred times higher, you have to fight for more luck. Only the fiercest fire can forge the sharpest divine weapon. If you don't have the heroic spirit to fight against the general trend, how can you repay the immeasurable debt that falls from the Nine Heavens? Hehe, so … go and fight for it! Fight for all the luck, especially for the opening of the Demon Sovereign Pavilion, you have to fight for it as much as you can … "
"Fight for who? I can do this … "
At this point, the Great Golden Crow and Wu Sang 'er were stunned speechless, but suddenly, the coffin lid opened with a "bang". Fang Xing, who had recovered from his injuries, sat out of the coffin and asked with his eyes shining.
But at this time, he had already finished his work and had woken up. When he heard the word "fight", he immediately became a hundred times more energetic.
"You're awake? How's your injury? "
"You're better?"
The Great Golden Crow and his sister were both shocked and rushed over to check on his injury.
"Get lost!"
Fang Xing kicked the Great Golden Crow away, but he also hugged Wu Sang 'er.
It couldn't be helped. He had just woken up and saw a big bird rushing over. It was really disgusting.
At this moment, the injuries on Fang Xing's body when he was unconscious had actually completely healed, and his body even revealed a mysterious crystalline feeling. At first glance, there seemed to be light contained within his body, but upon closer inspection, he seemed to be no different from an ordinary person. It was just that every inch of his skin seemed to be exquisite and smooth like silk. He looked thin and tall, but was filled with power, and he gave off a heavy feeling like the earth.
"This son of a b * tch, he actually dared to kick his own brother …"
The Great Golden Crow crawled up, feeling very dissatisfied.
But he was also a little shocked. He knew his own strength, but this little bandit actually kicked him away …
"Little b * tch, come here and let me take a look …"
At this moment, Uncle Genbo slowly opened his mouth. Both of his hands were on the crutches as he looked at Fang Xing with admiration.
"Old b * tch, I won't go over. What can you do?"
Fang Xing rolled his eyes. He had no respect for this old tree who liked to scold people.
"Little bandit, be more polite to Uncle Genbo …"
Wu Sang 'er scolded, "Uncle Genbo broke the palm of the Tai Shi Family's Yuanying Ancestor with one crutch!"
She scolded and winked at him.
"Him? He could break the hand of the Yuanying Ancestor? "
Fang Xing was also stunned. He looked at the old tree suspiciously, then looked at the Great Golden Crow who was winking at him.
Uncle Genbo did not get angry. He only said slowly, "I have prepared three spells for the three crows of Fu Sang Mountain. Unfortunately, that child Yi Dian was too eager to succeed in his cultivation. As a result, he was possessed by the devil and damaged his foundation. Now, there is only one scroll left without a successor. I thought that you were pleasing to the eye and wanted to consider it, but since you are not willing, then forget it …"
"Whoosh …"
The Great Golden Crow and Wu Sang 'er only saw a blur. Fang Xing had already jumped over and massaged Uncle Genbo's shoulders. His face was full of flattery as he chuckled and said, "I knew you were not an ordinary old man. How could an ordinary old man have such a bad temper?"
His expression changed so quickly that even Wu Sang 'er was speechless.
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