"Impossible, this is impossible. I'm the Nine-headed Minor Saint, I'm qualified to fight for the greatest fortune. How can I not even enter the Demonic Sovereign Pavilion? How can I be left outside … I don't believe it. Elder Yunwen, quickly open the Demonic Sovereign Pavilion again and send me in. The Old Ancestor said that I must obtain the greatest fortune. He even told me the method … "
The Nine-headed Minor Saint screamed at the top of his lungs, almost going crazy as he shouted at the Demon Elder who came from the Abyssal Mountain.
The Elder, on the other hand, suddenly leaped up after a few breaths. In a flash, he was already in front of the Nine-headed Minor Saint. He raised his hand and gave him a slap. The Nine-headed Minor Saint, who was in a frenzied state, couldn't even defend himself from the slap and was sent flying dozens of feet away. Then, the Elder pointed at him and scolded, "You know the Old Ancestor's painstaking efforts. He wanted you to enter the Demonic Sovereign Pavilion and obtain the greatest fortune. Then, you could go to the Divine Continent to cultivate so that you could lead your clansmen to a path of survival when the calamity comes. But what about you? What about you? Why did you make trouble out of nothing? Why did you get involved with that bitch from the Qingqiu Mountain? Now that you've lost such a great opportunity, how can you face the Old Ancestor? How can you face the clansmen who have high hopes for you … "
At the end of his words, he couldn't hold it in any longer. He rushed forward and slapped the Nine-headed Minor Saint again.
"It's my fault. I've let the Old Ancestor down … I … I didn't expect it to turn out like this …"
The Nine-headed Minor Saint lost his composure and almost hurt his Dao Heart. He knelt on the ground and burst into tears.
The Elder raised his hand, but when he saw the Nine-headed Minor Saint's state of mind, he didn't have the heart to continue beating him. In fact, they knew about the Nine-headed Minor Saint and the Fox Immortal Fairy joining hands. They even planned it in secret. They didn't stop it because they thought it would be beneficial to the Abyssal Mountain. But who would have thought that what they thought was a good show would end up like this?
"Mount Gu Ren, you … you have to compensate the Abyssal Mountain for our losses!"
The Great Elder of the Demon Court, who came from the Nether Mountain, had nowhere to vent his anger. He suddenly turned his head and shouted fiercely at Elder Ling Jian, who was also one of the ten Great Elders of the Demon Court. He wanted to vent his anger on Gu Ren Shan.
Hearing his shout, the group of small clans also glared at the elder from Lonely Edge Mountain.
After all, the culprit who caused them to be unable to enter the Demon Emperor Pavilion was the person from the Gu Blade Mountain, who even had the title of Little Ancestor!
The Elder from Lone Edge Mountain had just finished adjusting his breathing. When he saw the Elder from Abyssal Mountain blame him, he immediately wanted to retort. However, he didn't expect that a dense killing intent would suddenly descend from the sky. A golden cloud appeared in the sky, and the figure of the Elder from Lone Edge Mountain, Peng Five, could be faintly seen. His angry voice rang out, "Your Abyssal Mountain wants compensation from my Lone Edge Mountain?"
The elder from Abyssal Mountain was only a Golden Core Mahayana after all, and his momentum was immediately deflated.
Peng Five's cold voice rang out again, "My Lone Edge Mountain has always been on friendly terms with your Abyssal Mountain. There is no grudge between us, and during the Ninth Saint Old Immortal's three thousandth birthday, my clan had even offered him a generous gift as a sign of respect! But what did your Abyssal Mountain do? You allowed your juniors to join forces with Green Hill Mountain and secretly plot against the descendants of the Diablo King of Lone Edge Mountain. As their elders, did you stop them? "
The Great Elder of the Daemon Court from Abyssal Mountain had his mind seized by Peng Five's shout, and he was momentarily speechless.
As Peng Five shouted coldly, his gaze swept coldly past the elites of the lesser clans and their clansmen. "That includes all of you. There was no grudge before, but which one of you didn't want to help the princess of Green Hill against the juniors of my Lone Edge Mountain? Hmph, all of you are after profit. If you wanted to help Green Hill Mountain, my Lone Edge Mountain couldn't be bothered to say anything. If you wanted to make an enemy of my clan's juniors, that's a matter between you juniors. Even if my juniors lost, I wouldn't hate you for it. But now, it is your juniors who were not capable enough and lost first, and you have the face to ask for compensation from Lone Edge Mountain? "
Under his rebuke, there was a moment of deathly silence. No one could say a word.
"If it were up to me, you deserve it!"
Peng Five shouted. "It was your clansmen who took the initiative to get involved in this gamble and lost the chance to enter the Fey Emperor Pavilion. You have no fate with the fortune, so you deserve it!" At this point, he raised his sleeve and pointed in the direction of Lone Edge Mountain. He shouted coldly, "Lone Edge Mountain is right there. If any of you have the face to ask for compensation, I will wait for you, as long as you are prepared to become enemies with Lone Edge Mountain!"
His last shout was filled with anger, and his voice shook thousands of kilometers, almost like thunder.
The Daemon Elder from Abyssal Mountain and the cultivators of the lesser clans who had suffered a great loss were now somewhat speechless. Yes, they subconsciously wanted to hate Lone Edge Mountain, but they also vaguely felt that this hatred was not justified. After all, they had no enmity with Abyssal Mountain, but it was their juniors who had provoked this disaster by attacking the Little Ancestor of Abyssal Mountain. How could they blame them?
If they really wanted to make trouble for Lone Edge Mountain, it would probably be very difficult to stand on their feet.
Although the Daemon race did not like to talk reason and preferred to rely on strength, no matter how one looked at it, Lone Edge Mountain was not a pushover!
"Elder Qing Lin, how … do you explain this?"
The Elder from Abyssal Mountain could not speak after being reprimanded by Peng Five, but the hatred in his heart could not be dispelled. In the end, he still looked at the Elder from Green Hill, gnashing his teeth and shouting angrily. The other Daemon cultivators who had missed out on the fortune of the Fey Emperor Pavilion were reminded by the Elder from Abyssal Mountain, and all of them looked resentfully at their clansmen from Green Hill …
"Green Hill, our clan has lost a great fortune. How are you going to compensate me?"
"This matter … was started by the princess of Green Hill. You have to bear at least half of the responsibility!"
… …
… …
"Damn it, little bandit, you're really brave to come up with such a plan … Hahahaha …"
Meanwhile, in the spiritual boat, the Great Golden Crow was laughing so hard that he was almost out of breath. Flapping his huge wings on Fang Xing's back, he looked at Fang Xing with excitement and admiration. He looked so disgusted that he almost rushed up and kissed Fang Xing. However, Fang Xing was still holding the huge black sword that looked like a demon. Fearing that the little bastard would slash him in anger, he did not dare to act rashly.
"Would you believe me if I said I came up with it on the spur of the moment?"
Fang Xing had already taken off his mask. This time, he was not injured. After all, after obtaining the Great Golden Crow's Undying Sutra, his physical body had become even stronger. Even the Dao injuries he had left behind had healed, and he was no longer as fragile as before. Of course, borrowing such violent external power was a great burden on his physical body, and he needed a good rest.
"Aiya … You looked so cool just now …"
Wu Sang 'er sat beside him and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief. She was a little embarrassed.
Previously, she had been nagging that once they entered the Demon Monarch Pavilion, they would all die under the siege of the Fairy League led by the Fox Immortal Fairy. Not to mention obtaining the creation, they might not even be able to leave safely. Thus, she was secretly blaming Fang Xing for his stubbornness and his refusal to bow down to the Fox Immortal Fairy. However, she did not expect that the problem would be solved before they even entered the Demon Monarch Pavilion.
The Fox Immortal Fairy wanted to fight with them in the Demon Monarch Pavilion, but they couldn't even enter, so how could they fight?
The development of the situation was far beyond her expectations.
"Humph, I have underestimated you. You do have some skills!"
The Little Roc King sat on the side and held back for a while. Finally, he turned his head and said to Fang Xing arrogantly.
Fang Xing coughed twice and glared at Fang Xing. Then, he said to the Great Golden Crow, "Teach him a lesson for me!"
The Great Golden Crow immediately turned around and slapped the Little Roc King's head with his wing. He shouted, "How can you talk to your Little Roc like that?"
"Hehehehe …"
Wu Yidian's mood also relaxed, and he laughed in schadenfreude on the side.
The annoyed Little Roc King lifted his leg and kicked Wu Yidian to the ground. He scolded, "Stop laughing!"
"Pa!"
The back of his head was slapped by the Great Golden Crow's wing again. The Little Roc King said angrily, "What now?"
The Great Golden Crow glared at him and reprimanded, "His grandfather is my father. Do you have a problem with that?"
The Little Roc King felt that he was in the wrong. He turned around angrily and stopped talking. Wu Sang Er hurriedly dissuaded, "Alright, alright, don't bully him.
Little Roc, don't bully my cousin Yidian either. Otherwise, if they bully you again, I won't protect you anymore. Although there is no danger now, we don't know what the attitude of the Canglan Sea Nine Sons League is. We still have to be careful. Also, Uncle Gen gave us the clue of the three Dao Formula. We have to find them. Also, Uncle Gen said that there is a Dark Star Soul Grass in the Demonic Emperor Pavilion that can cure Cousin Yidian's madness. We have to find it too. There are also other fortunes. It would be even better if we could get them. This is a once in a blue moon opportunity … "
As soon as she opened her mouth, her mouth kept going. Fang Xing and the Great Golden Crow covered their ears and squatted down.
Wu Sang Er was so angry that she stomped her foot and said, "Did you two hear what I said …"
Fang Xing said weakly, "We heard it …"
The Great Golden Crow also sighed and said, "We really heard it …"
Wu Sang Er put her hands on her hips and said, "Are you complaining that I am talking too much? I mean well. After all, we entered the Demonic Emperor Pavilion … "
Fang Xing looked at Wu Sang Er with a bitter face and said, "We really heard it …"
Wu Sang Er was speechless and said, "Then where are we going first?"
Fang Xing said, "Recuperate …"
Wu Sang Er was shocked and said, "Are you seriously injured? Is it powerful? How long do you need to recuperate? "
Fang Xing saw that she was going to keep talking and quickly said, "Not seriously. I will be fine in an hour!"
Wu Sang Er heaved a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. After you recuperate, where are we going first?"
Imperceptibly, she had already regarded Fang Xing as her pillar of support. As soon as these words came out, even the Little Peng and Wu Yidian pricked up their ears. They turned their heads and listened attentively. However, when Fang Xing heard these words, his face lit up, as if he had thought of something very happy. He said with a beaming smile, "After my injuries are healed … Hehe, Old Jin, what do you think we should do?"
The Great Golden Crow jumped up and flapped his wings and said, "Of course!"
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