After a few breaths of silence, the sky outside Fusang Mountain was suddenly filled with anger.
The Patriarchs and elders were almost driven mad. They had just heard about what happened in the Demon Emperor Pavilion in the Demon Court, so they rushed to Fusang Mountain angrily. However, because the Dragon Mother had made it clear that the only person who could save them was the Great Sage of Fusang Mountain, they did not dare to barge into Fusang Mountain rashly. They only blocked the entrance and cursed angrily.
However, they didn't expect that this little bastard, who had wantonly killed and trapped their children, not only didn't apologize after seeing them, but also jumped out to openly scold them. If this wasn't bullying, then what was it?
"Little bastard, I'm going to cut you into a thousand pieces …"
"Old bastard, come in, I'll cut you into three pieces with my saber …"
"Ahhhh, I'm so angry. Little devil, return my son Taishi's life …"
"Fine, call your wife over, I'll help you give birth to a nest of …"
"Little devil, you'll die a horrible death. The Demon Land will not rest until you die …"
"Didn't I just kill a few of your grandchildren? If you have the ability, kill my grandson too! "
"… You … You're so young … Where did you get your grandson?"
"Aren't you my grandson? Just kill yourself with a slap … "
With his hands on his waist and his feet jumping, Fang Xing's Qi sank into his dantian, and his tongue was like a lotus flower. He scolded the countless Patriarchs and elders of the Demon Clan who occupied half the sky. There were endless layers of filthy words and hundreds of evil theories. He did not quote from the classics, but just pestered them endlessly. It could be said that his tongue was comparable to a million masters of the Demon Clan. These Patriarchs of the Demon Clan cared about their reputation. Although they roared in anger, they were not as professional as this little bandit when it came to scolding. After scolding for a long time, they were actually weakened by his scolding …
They really wanted to kill him with a slap!
This was the common thought in the minds of all the Patriarchs and elders of the Demon Clan …
Even Peng Wu and Hun Tian, who were secretly watching the situation from outside Fusang Mountain, had quite a strange expression on their faces. Although they knew that these old demons would never dare to rush into Fusang Mountain to kill the nominal "little ancestor" of Mount Gu Blade, they still couldn't help but worry for him, wondering why he was so daring … Dragon Mother, who was hiding in the clouds, was also secretly shocked. Only now did she realize that the little bastard was actually giving her face by calling her "old woman" …
As for Kong Kong 'er of the Great Sage Mountain, the cultivator of the Divine Divine Land, Li Hongyi, the cultivator of the Divine Mountain, and the cultivator of the Divine Land, Li Hongyi, Li Hongyi, the Mountain, the Great Golden Crow, Wu Mountain, Wu King, and the leader of the Clan, they, were also. Mountain., the Clan, they of them.., and., and the clan., and the Clan, and the Clan's clan, Wu of., and,.
However, although the demons were angry, they didn't rush in and start a fight.
Before the Dragon Mother of the Sea and the two Ancestors of Mount Gu Blade left, they discussed two important things with the Ancestors of the Demon Bloodlines and the Ten Elders of the Demon Court. One of them was to unceremoniously expose his deception of pretending to be dead, and to tell the truth about the Daoists of the Demon Bloodlines being killed by him. Many old demons were so angry that they vomited blood, and they insisted on rushing to Fusang Mountain to kill him. However, soon, the Dragon Mother said another thing, which immediately made the Ancestors and Elders of the Demon Bloodlines fall silent.
The silence was not from fear, but from ecstasy!
What the Dragon Mother said could be summed up in four words: the establishment of the Divine Land!
All the Demon Bloodlines would have a Taoist field in the Divine Land. Daoists of the Demon Bloodlines, regardless of their cultivation base, bone age, or race, could go to the Divine Land to cultivate as long as they had the talent and potential. At first, this didn't sound very surprising, but the meaning behind it was extremely shocking. It made many old demons who were as slippery as ghosts feel as if they had fallen into a dream. It was as if they couldn't believe that this big pie had fallen into their heads.
What kind of place was the Divine Land?
Even the Demon Race and the Devil's Abyss admitted that it was the place where the Dao originated. The world was so big, and seventy percent of the destiny was in the Divine Land!
And how big of a deal was it to be able to establish a Taoist field in the Divine Land?
Even the old white ape of the Great Sage Mountain, who was the oldest and had the highest cultivation base in the Demon Bloodlines, didn't think about it!
Of course, the more important point was that it was only spread among the great demons with the highest status in the Demon Bloodlines.
At this time, establishing the Dao in the Divine Land was not only about having a Taoist field, but also a symbol. It symbolized that the great plan of the cultivators of the Divine Land had already included the Demon Bloodlines. Moreover, this share was not just to let their juniors get some benefits, but to truly become a force and participate in this plan. In the future, the great creation of the Demon Bloodlines would have a share.
Upon hearing this news, not to mention the Green Hill Mountain and the Shadowless Mountain, even the Tai Shi Clan and the Purple Mist Lake fell silent.
Why did the Demon Bloodlines value their Daoists so much before?
First, it was naturally because the Daoists were cultivated with great resources and energy, representing decades or even centuries of effort. Second, it was because in this special period, the Daoists had hopes of entering the Divine Land to cultivate and fight for a chance for the Demon Bloodlines. It was a hope. If the Daoist died, they would not be able to cultivate a suitable junior to send to the Divine Land in a short time.
But now, the Demon Bloodlines had their own orthodoxy, and any junior with potential could be sent to the Divine Land!
One in exchange for ten or even a hundred. Was this a deal or not?
Of course, although the deal in the mainland had been made, the anger in their hearts did not dissipate so easily. The old demons were also very angry, and their hatred for Fang Xing was real. Therefore, after they came to Mount Fu Sang, they wanted to find the little devil and kill him four or five times to vent their anger before they even discussed the proper business. Of course, thinking was just thinking. For the sake of Uncle Gen and the Lone Edge Mountain, they did not really intend to kill him now. They only scolded him a few times to vent their anger. However, they did not expect the little bastard to dare to scold them in front of them, which was even more unbearable. They really had the urge to strangle him to death at all costs …
"Fellow Taoists, please calm down for now. Why bother arguing with a junior? It's more important to beg the old senior to save our children …"
Someone could not stand it anymore and stood up to advise them. The old demons who could not win against Fang Xing in a scolding could use this as an excuse to get out of the situation.
With their status, it was really not a big deal to scold a little bastard like this. Besides, they could not win!
"Hmph, you better pray that you don't fall into my hands, or I'll make you wish you were dead!"
"My Taoist's death will not be in vain. Little devil, you will pay with your life sooner or later!"
Although they decided not to scold him anymore, the old demons were still angry and spat out harsh words.
"Hey, do you think I'm scared?"
At this moment, Fang Xing was very sure that this group of old monsters did not dare to go to Mount Fusang anymore. He became bolder and bolder. He sat on the roof ridge casually and drank a mouthful of wine to moisten his throat. He decided that if these old monsters were not convinced, he would continue to scold them.
The old demons really did not dare to talk to him. They simply pretended not to hear him and looked at the cave abode of Uncle Gen. After a quiet discussion, the Yuanying ancestor of Qingqiu Mountain stepped out of the crowd and bowed to the inside of Mount Fu Sang. He said loudly, "We, the dozens of caves of the seven lineages and nine mountains, have come to pay our respects to the Divine Wood Saint. We beseech the Saint to save our children who are trapped in the Demonic Emperor Pavilion …"
Inside Uncle Gen's cave abode, however, no one answered at once. The various Daemon Ancestors looked at each other.
"We beseech the Saint to save our children who are trapped in the Demonic Emperor Pavilion …"
The Yuanying ancestor of Qingqiu Mountain took another step forward and spoke sincerely.
"Ahem …"
Finally, a short figure walked out of the cave abode. From the looks of it, he was not putting on airs, but walking slowly. He had already left when the Yuanying CEO of Qingqiu Mountain said it for the first time, and had only just come out now.
Silence filled the air as everyone stared at the short old man.
"It's useless to look for me if you want to save the juniors trapped in the Demonic Emperor Pavilion …"
Unexpectedly, after Uncle Gen walked out, he slowly raised his head to look at the Daemons in the sky, and shook his head.
The Daemons were immediately shocked, and looked at the Dragon Mother and the two Yuanying ancestors of Mount Gu Ren. They were the ones who told them about the establishment of the Divine Prefecture and the news that the Great Saint Shen Mu would save the juniors trapped in the Demonic Emperor Pavilion. However, when they looked over, they saw that the Dragon Mother, Peng Wu, and the two Yuanying ancestors were frowning as well, as if they did not understand the situation. They were all looking at Uncle Gen below.
"I only said that I know the way to save the juniors, but I never said that I would do it myself. I don't have that kind of ability. If you really want to save those juniors, you'll have to look for this little bastard …" Uncle Gen coughed softly.
Gen Bo coughed lightly. His walking stick paused on the ground and pointed at someone.
"Him?"
The Daemons in the sky suddenly froze, and followed Uncle Gen's gaze blankly.
"Me?"
Fang Xing, who was squatting on the roof not far away, was also shocked. He thought that Uncle Gen, this old bastard, was not joking, right?
However, from the looks of it, Uncle Gen really did not have the intention to joke around. He glanced at Fang Xing and gave him an unnoticeable look. Then, he clenched his fist and coughed lightly. He reminded, "That's right. Only he can reopen the Demon Thearch Pavilion!"
"Wow!"
"How is that possible? Where did this brat get his ability from? "
"Is this old senior playing tricks on us?"
"He was the one who locked the juniors in there. Do we have to beg him to save them?"
The demons were already in a mess. After a while, they were all whispering to each other. No one had expected that the old man they had high hopes for would say such a thing. For a moment, they could not tell whether it was true or not. But even if it was true, a sense of absurdity appeared in their hearts. Their old faces looked as if they had been punched hard by someone. Their expressions were strange, suspicious, and a little sullen …
"Hehehehehe …"
However, Fang Xing understood what Uncle Gen meant, and he chuckled.
The Little Devil's chuckle made the Daemons of the Northern Mountain tremble …
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