"What's this' Nine Sons Slaying Demon '?"
Fang Xing, the Great Golden Crow, and Wu Sang 'er were confused and didn't know what it meant.
The Little Peng King was dissatisfied and glared at the weeping Wu Yidian, who didn't dare to speak anymore. However, the Little Peng King said, "Nine Sons Slaying Demon means that someone is coming to deal with us. If we say that we have provoked thirty percent of the strong enemies by robbing everywhere, then almost everyone who entered the Demon Sovereign Pavilion is prepared to become our enemy after your identity was exposed. That sly rat from the Invisible Mountain, the bookworm from the Taishi Clan, the Ninth Prince of the Canglan Sea, even that fool from the Great Sage Mountain and a few envoys from the Divine Prefecture. A total of nine people, who are the most outstanding cultivators who entered the Demon Sovereign Pavilion, have announced that they want to fight with you!"
"So many people?"
The Great Golden Crow was shocked. He already knew about Fang Xing's plan, but he was still surprised that so many opponents were attracted. After being stunned for a while, he hurriedly asked, "They shouldn't be like this, right? The Huangfu Clan has done countless evil things to the demon race and is a great enemy of the demon race. The little bandit has dealt a heavy blow to the Huangfu Clan in the Nan Zhan, which is considered a favor to the demon race. Even if they don't want to repay him, they shouldn't join forces to become his enemy, right?"
Fang Xing's expression remained unchanged after hearing this. He smiled lightly and said, "I have robbed a lot of treasures in the Xuan Domain!"
The Great Golden Crow immediately stopped talking.
An ordinary man is innocent, but treasuring a jade ring becomes a crime. Fang Xing, the one-legged bandit, had countless treasures. This matter was known not only in the demon land, but also in the Divine Prefecture and the Demon Land. Naturally, it would attract countless troubles. On a deeper level, even the Great Golden Crow might not be able to escape from this matter. After all, he had also shared many treasures with Fang Xing. If the news were to spread, who knew how many people would have designs on him?
"This is only one of the reasons. There is another reason!"
The Little Peng King said, "Your reputation is so resounding. Who knows how many people want to become famous through killing you! After all, after the end of the Demon Emperor Pavilion, the prodigies of the Demon Territory will all go to the Divine Continent. There will be endless opportunities and opportunities there. For those who are going to the Divine Continent, this reputation is their capital. It might cause some trouble, but it will attract the attention of the great cultivators of the Divine Continent. This attention, without a doubt, represents opportunities and opportunities. Who wouldn't be tempted? "
When everyone heard this, they all fell silent. They knew that what he said made sense. If they were in his shoes, they probably wouldn't let go of such an opportunity either.
Wu Sang 'er looked worriedly at Fang Xing and said, "What should we do?"
"Let them come …"
Fang Xing replied calmly, "Let's see if he can kill this young master, or this young master will kill them!"
Little Peng King and Wu Sang 'er were surprised to see him so calm.
On the other hand, the Great Golden Crow's eyes were obviously excited. After hanging out with the little bandits for so long, he already knew them very well.
No matter how big the trouble was, as long as the little bandits showed such an expression, it meant that they had a card up their sleeves.
As for Wu Yidian, although he was afraid, he was much calmer than before.
Along the way, he had followed the little bandits and robbed a few times. Under the stimulation of countless treasures, he had become much more courageous.
The Nine Sons Slaying Demon!
No one knew who revealed this name, but it had quietly spread throughout the entire Demon Emperor Pavilion in a short period of time.
Facing the direction of the nine elite prodigies, the ordinary demon cultivators had already regarded the human cultivator as a dead man.
The number one little devil of Nan Zhan was indeed very strong!
The demon race acknowledged that he was very strong, but still, no one thought that he could fight against nine elite junior experts with his own strength.
Even if one's cultivation was superb and strength outstanding, and could win against one, how could one win without being injured?
And if one was injured, how could one deal with the challenge of a second person?
Or perhaps, if one or two or three of the peerless nine joined hands, how would one deal with them?
In this sort of situation, no matter how one looked at it, Fang Xing's group was in desperate straits.
"Will that fellow flee or admit defeat?"
The ordinary demi-humans were already beginning to speculate about this question.
But no one had expected that in the face of the despairing situation of the nine demon-slaying disciples of the Demon Emperor Pavilion, that human cultivator would still decide to continue robbing them. Not only did he not restrain himself, he became even more vicious … the female cultivators weren't even willing to leave behind their undergarments!
He robbed as he walked, stealing whatever he saw, robbing whatever he saw from the demons he saw.
Every monster they encountered from the Five Ancestor Alliance seemed to have been washed clean.
And this Five Ancestor Alliance, who had already become the target of all, continued robbing as they advanced deeper into the Demon Emperor Pavilion. They were like a swarm of locusts, and wherever they passed, not a blade of grass grew. This enraged the cultivators of the Demon Emperor Pavilion, and they rubbed their fists and swore to cut him down …
In truth, as they went deeper, even Wu Sang 'er and the Little Peng King began to worry. They were well aware that the deeper they went into the Demon Emperor Pavilion, the more likely they were to run into the experts of the other factions. When the time came, they might even be surrounded and attacked. No matter how powerful the five of them were, they would not be able to fight against all these demons. How would they be able to stop them?
But in their anxiety, they had tried to persuade Fang Xing several times, but Fang Xing was stubborn and did not seem to care at all.
Helpless, they could only ask the Great Golden Crow, but the Great Golden Crow winked at them and told them that there was no need to worry. These little bandits were best at fishing in troubled waters. The more chaotic the situation, the easier it was for them to trick others. All they had to do was wait and watch the show. The Little Peng King and Wu Sang 'er also thought of Fang Xing's endless tricks and unexpected actions. Only then did they relax a little and continue forward.
Fang Xing, the Great Golden Crow, and Wu Sang 'er came for the Dao Chant. Now, they had obtained two out of the three Dao Chants. As for the Little Peng King, he had no specific purpose. He only came for the fortune. Along the way, he had been robbing and plundering along the way with Fang Xing. The fortune that he had obtained had already filled up more than half of the Spiritual Boat. It could be said that the harvest was huge and far beyond imagination. After all, all the demon elites that entered the Demon Emperor Pavilion carried with them top-grade mystic artifacts. This in itself was a huge fortune.
However, the elixir that they wanted to find for Wu Yidian was nowhere to be found. But Wu Yidian did not care. He squatted in the Spiritual Boat every day and laughed at the pile of mystic artifacts. Wu Sang 'er and the others always felt that he was getting crazier.
As for the remaining Dao Chant, which was the one that Uncle Gen imparted to Fang Xing, they did not know where it was.
But seeing that Fang Xing was rushing toward the depths of the Demon Emperor Pavilion unhurriedly, the Great Golden Crow and Wu Sang 'er guessed that the Dao Chant should be in the Demon Palace in the depths of the Demon Emperor Pavilion. That was the most central position of the entire Demon Emperor Pavilion. The altar to leave the Demon Emperor Pavilion was there. And according to the legends, the most profound and mysterious fortune in the Demon Emperor Pavilion was hidden in that strange Demon Palace.
"Someone is watching us from afar again. I'll go and chop off a few more heads!"
As the Spiritual Boat moved forward steadily, Little Peng King Ling Tian suddenly opened his eyes and revealed a murderous aura.
Over the past few days, there would often be some Beast Cultivators nearby, but they didn't dare to approach them. They only followed them from afar. It seemed that they were sent by a great force to keep an eye on Fang Xing and the others. They were afraid that Fang Xing and the others would escape or play some tricks. The Little Peng King had a fiery temper. After knowing Fang Xing's identity, he faintly wanted to protect him. Once he discovered that someone was following them, he would be furious. He would chase after them with his halberd and kill a few people. In the past three days, he had already killed four or five people.
"He went to kill again. Will something happen?"
Wu Sang 'er said worriedly as she stood on the railing of the Spiritual Boat and looked into the distance.
The large Golden Crow, who was drunk from the wine jar, said, "This little tyrant was raised by the old bastards of Mount Gu Ren. The amount of resources consumed on him alone is enough to raise seven of you and ten of Wu Yidian, so you don't have to worry. Although he's a Foundation Establishment cultivator, even with my current strength, I might not be able to defeat him. Furthermore, on him, there are countless life-saving treasures, escape treasures, sneak attacks, and so on. No matter how strong his opponent is, he'll be able to put up a fight, let alone a few stalkers?"
Wu Sang 'er calmed down a bit and was about to say something when Fang Xing, who was sitting cross-legged at the bow of the Spiritual Boat, suddenly opened his eyes.
At this moment, the Little Peng King, who had flown away like a lightning bolt, suddenly retreated at a speed faster than when he charged out. He almost crashed into the Spiritual Boat, and he only managed to stabilize himself after exhausting all his Nature Essence. His face was pale, and his hands were trembling as if he could no longer hold the big halberd in his hand. His eyes were filled with anger as he looked into the void.
"After you reach the Core Formation Realm, you might have the power to fight with me. Right now, you are too weak!"
A cold voice came from the void, and a tall demonic figure walked out from the depths of the dark void. It was thirty feet tall and looked like a small mountain. When they got closer, they realized that it was a half-human, half-ape demon covered in black hair. It was dragging a water and fire cudgel in its hand, and its eyes were as gloomy as a ghost's.
"Mad Ape Daoist of the Great Saint Mountain?"
Seeing this figure, Wu Sang 'er and the Great Golden Crow gasped at the same time, and fear appeared on their faces.
Even Fang Xing frowned. Someone who could knock the Little Peng King back with one strike of the cudgel was definitely not an ordinary figure.
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