Wen Yiru was the Talisman Master of the Wen family, but he had entered the mortal world when he was twenty. He took the imperial exam, entered the court, led an army to fight in the Barbarian World, ruled the world, and finally stole the true intent of a country, turning it into three Connate Talismans. His body wasn't strong, so it wasn't unusual for him to have two Core Formation Techniques. However, with these three talismans, he could be considered a top Divine Prince in the Northern Region.
A talisman floated in the air above Fang Xing's head. The energy on the talisman turned into the illusion of a country.
In the illusory kingdom, there were cities, mountains, emperors, generals, ministers, merchants, and commoners ….
State Talisman!
It was truly a vivid and lifelike country, and it also carried the weight of a country.
When this talisman descended, it felt like the weight of a country was pressing down on a person's head, turning Fang Xing into a mortal within the country.
The second talisman turned into a battlefield.
The battlefield was boundless, and the slaughter was intense. Blood qi surged into the heavens and blotted out the sun. Meanwhile, Fang Xing was trapped within.
A Battle Formation Talisman.
The third talisman turned into a Bodhisattva with a kind face. It sat in the air and made people want to kneel down.
A Bodhisattva Talisman.
A talisman to suppress cultivation.
A talisman to imprison the body.
A talisman to transcend the soul.
A Grand Talisman Master showed his true power.
"Are these kids so difficult to deal with?"
Fang Xing's eyes turned cold when he saw the three talismans. He didn't underestimate them at all. Intuitively sensing the terrifying aura of these three Divine Talismans, he did not rashly resist the suppressive force. Instead, he closed his eyes slightly and calmed his breath. After a long while, his eyes suddenly opened again. He put away the giant black sword, stepped into the void, and made a seal with both hands.
"So what if I bring the entire world here, let alone a country? I'll mess up the world and the world! "
With a thunderous roar, he placed one hand above and the other below.
One forward and one backward, he slowly drew a circle.
Around him, a wisp of Yin Qi and a wisp of Yang Qi circulated, becoming stronger and stronger.
In the end, it surprisingly transformed into a Yin Yang grindstone. It was lofty like two mountains, and it crushed down upon space as it revolved slowly.
Millstone of Yin Yang.
Reversing the Yin and Yang of Heaven and Earth, even disrupting the life forms within the three Divine Talismans.
The benevolent Bodhisattva rolled up his sleeves and jumped into the battlefield, waving his big knife to cut off heads. The people of the common people entered the temple, fighting for incense, scheming and plotting against each other. It was a mess. The baleful aura of the battlefield reached the human world. You kill me, I kill you. Blood filled the sky. A good country, a good human world, was suddenly in a mess of Qi dynamics. There was no clear and bright atmosphere, it was a living hell.
"How … how did it become like this …"
Wen Yiru's mind was connected to the three divine talismans. When the divine talismans were disrupted, his mind was also thrown into chaos. He staggered backward with a strange expression on his face.
"You … you're a traitor … a bandit … a scourge … a …"
Looking at Fang Xing, his eyes were filled with terror and monstrous hatred. He pointed at Fang Xing and cursed.
"… It's your Uncle Fang!"
Fang Xing sneered. He scurried out from between the three Divine Talismans that revealed a slight gap in the qi dynamics. His body was like a shadow as he stomped towards Wen Yiru. Fortunately, Wen Yiru was a talisman master. He finally reacted at the last moment, and his finger drew a talisman in the air. Fang Xing's lightning-like foot was stopped in midair. He only stepped on the talisman in the air in front of Wen Yiru. Although his foot was not firm, the force was too strong. When he stepped on the talisman, even the space around Wen Yiru trembled. This Great Talisman Master was also affected by the shaking of the void. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell into the lake like a paper kite. With a splash, he fell into the lake like a paper kite. After a long time, there was no sound for a long time.
"Hahahaha, the tenth one!"
Fang Xing laughed heartily. His figure soared into the sky and floated high above the mirror lake. Just as he was about to say a few words with a smile, he suddenly heard the sound of a child crying in his ears. He was a little startled and hurriedly looked over. Suddenly, he was startled and his eyes exploded with anger.
…
…
"Capture that demonic crow …"
"Capture that damned little thing on its back for me …"
While Fang Xing and Wen Yiru were fighting fiercely, Shi Yinyuan was not in the mood to watch the battle at all. At this time, he was standing on the top of the mountain, shouting crazily and ordering his minions to surround and block the Great Golden Crow. He was so anxious that he jumped up and down.
However, the Great Golden Crow was so angry that it kept croaking and running away like a grandson. However, there was a little baby on its back that could not stand. He could only use his spiritual power to bind the baby so that she would not fall off. This made the Great Golden Crow unable to fight freely. It could only run away while cursing, "Damn, when I have time, I'll let you have a taste of my Shredding Crane Claw …"
"Wah …"
Although the little thing on its back was protected by the Great Golden Crow's spiritual power, under such a dangerous situation, it was so scared that it began to cry.
"You must capture it! Capture the little bastard on its back for me …"
Shi Yinyuan was almost in despair. He screamed until his throat was hoarse.
Right now, he truly had no other choice. The Sect Guarding Treasure that he had brought from the Nimble Sect had already been snatched away by the little demon. To him, no matter what, he had to snatch it back. Furthermore, he had to rely on his own strength to do so. Otherwise, even if someone else were to kill the little demon and take back the door, it would be an extremely troublesome matter for the Nimble Sect to take it back.
Moreover, if the treasure was returned to the Nimble Sect through someone else's hands, regardless of whether the Nimble Sect paid a great price or not, he would never be able to touch the treasure again. It was precisely because of this that he thought of the only remaining method, and that was to take advantage of the fact that Fang Xing and Wen Yiru were engaged in a battle and couldn't be separated to instruct his lackeys to capture the demonic crow or Xiao Qiao 'er, and then redeem the treasure from that little devil.
This was the only way for him to deal with Fang Xing.
However, he didn't expect that the fierce battle between Fang Xing and Wen Yiru would end so quickly.
As for Fang Xing, who just happened to see this scene, the flames of anger in his heart rose and a murderous aura filled his face.
"You really are useless. This young master is following the rules and fighting with you here, yet you still want to play this kind of trick?"
Fang Xing let out a low roar and immediately used his teleportation technique. His figure flashed as he jumped onto the back of the Golden Crow. He picked up the little creature with one hand and brandished his saber with the other. A blood-red saber aura that seemed to have a substance appeared in the air, but it was not released. The cultivators of the Nimble Adept Sect, who were whistling as they chased after him, were intimidated by his baleful aura. One after another, they pressed down on the clouds, causing them to be thrown into a complete mess.
"Little devil, this is the Divine Land. How can you act violently here?"
There was a loud shout from the side and a dense sword aura enveloped the area. A sword cultivator who had been born in a bitter world blocked in front of Fang Xing.
"Don't think that you can be arrogant just because you won against Senior Brother Wen. It's just that our cultivation methods are restrained!"
A young man with a pale face and red lips rushed over with a silver spear in his hand and blocked in front of Fang Xing. Impressively, he was the disciple of the Song Family's Daoist and the Pure Yang Sect's Divine Son, Song Guixin. He was also a heaven's pride figure who was famous in the Northern Region. He had just arrived and was eager to fight.
"Fellow Daoist from Nan Zhan, how dare you kill people indiscriminately. You've really crossed the line …."
A man with a simple and unadorned face and a loose robe floated through the void. He was ten meters tall with each step, and as he approached, he floated over.
One of the Seven Sons of the Three Daos, Xie Linfuan, who was a master of the Dao of talismans and tools, had also arrived.
Figures could be seen in the surrounding void, and it was obvious that there were many people who had arrived silently.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten young cultivators with extraordinary auras appeared in front of Fang Xing. Although they were silent, their killing intent was oppressive.
"Is everyone from the Dao Defense League here?"
Fang Xing said coldly, his face expressionless as he glanced at the cultivators.
None of the surrounding cultivators spoke. Their gazes were faint. Although they had surrounded Fang Xing, no one dared to step forward and challenge him.
After defeating Wen Yiru, none of the cultivators present dared to underestimate Fang Xing. After all, they were no fools. If even Wen Yiru had been defeated, then there was no doubt that the remaining cultivators, even the True Legacy Dao Children, would have to think twice before making a move. Furthermore, Fang Xing had just killed Wen Yanxin, the eldest daughter of the Wen Clan, with a single sword strike. His murderous aura was palpable, and he reeked of blood.
"Dao Defense League? Dao Defense League? What Dao do you people protect?"
Fang Xing said, hugging the little thing tightly in his arms.
Once again, no one spoke. Apparently, they could sense the sarcasm in his words, and their eyes turned cold.
"There are a lot of people here," he said. "It would take some time for me to take care of them one by one. How about this …."
Fang Xing took a deep breath and raised his head to look at the mountain peak in the distance. Pointing at Shi Yinyuan from afar, he said, "From here to there, it's a total of three hundred zhang. This Young Master will go over and kill that bastard right now. It doesn't matter if all of you attack one on one or all at once. Feel free to attack this Young Master. This Young Master wants to see, if I want to kill someone today, which one of you can protect him?"
With that, he pointed his saber at Shi Yinyuan, his killing intent surging. "I'll kill you within ten breaths of time!"
SWISH!
Shi Yinyuan's face turned deathly pale. Abandoning all thoughts of the bronze gate, he turned and fled.
At this time, Fang Xing let out a long cry. The Golden Crow understood and spread its wings like a golden cloud. A strong wind surged under its wings.
"I don't believe that a Nan Zhan cultivator can do whatever he wants in the Divine Continent!"
In the crowd, a loud roar suddenly rang out. The Song Clan's Heavenly Son of Heaven, Song Guixin, raised his spear and charged forward. His face was cold and cruel, and his spear was like a dragon, aiming straight for the little thing in Fang Xing's arms. He had already calculated that Fang Xing was carrying a child in his arms. Fang Xing only had one arm left and couldn't even form a seal. He didn't believe that Fang Xing could block his spear with just one arm.
"Wah …."
Because the little thing had lost her Daoist essence, she was more sensitive. Sensing the murderous intent, she immediately burst into tears.
Fang Xing touched her little head and said in a low voice, "Don't cry, I'll take you to kill someone!"
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