Not all cultivators from the divine continent were fools!
Not even Fang Xing could have guessed that, after fighting the Dao Defense League at the Mirror Lake and defeating so many experts of the younger generation in the Northern Domain, he would end up exposing his weakness to the enemy who had just defeated him. From then on, Fang Xing had been plotting against him. According to Wen Yiru, even if they hadn't met in the Ten Formations of Pilgrimage, Wen Yiru would still have challenged him to a duel to avenge his humiliation.
The Mountain Method was indeed his weakness. Of course, it was only relatively speaking. The Mountain Method that he cultivated was obtained from the Dragon Palace's treasure vault. He had absorbed its Gist of Trueness into his Realm of Consciousness. At that time, his physical body was not strong enough to withstand it, so he was forced to stop after absorbing only half of it. As a result, all the methods in his Dan were top-notch in the world, but only the Mountain Method was incomplete and of low quality …
However, it was also because of this that it was easy to control. That was why he had often used it to fight his enemies.
It was not entirely accurate to call it a flaw. In the eyes of some people, it was not a flaw. However, in the eyes of a meticulous Great Talisman Master like Wen Yiru, it was a rather obvious weakness. This time, he represented the Wen Clan to preside over the fifth formation of the Ten Formations of Pilgrimage in order to better grasp the transformation power between the Mountain Talismans so that he could defeat Fang Xing in one fell swoop when he met him in the future.
It was an unexpected blessing for him to encounter Wen Yiru in the middle of the formation.
Now that Fang Xing had been suppressed, it seemed impossible for him to turn the tables against the Mountain Traversal Formation and the Wen Clan's hundreds of years of resources. The Mountain Traversal Formation was designed to suppress. Once one was suppressed, the talismans would imprison one's fleshly body. Unless one cultivated the Yuanying technique and descended with their dharma idol to destroy the mountain and save their fleshly body, they would have no choice but to resist.
When the five patriarchs tried to break into the formation, it was Patriarch Huqin who had used his cultivation base to create a gap in the mountain before the formation closed, allowing Patriarch Wanluo to escape. But Fang Xing and the Great Golden Crow weren't as lucky.
"No matter how insolent you are, aren't you still going to be stepped on by me?"
Wen Yan Xin was a typical person who did not learn from her mistakes. After her panic, she was overjoyed to find that her cousin had suppressed the little devil. She was very excited and flew up the mountain. She stomped hard on the ground, "A country bumpkin like you dares to challenge the rules set by Big Brother Song? I'm going to suppress you for a hundred years, turn your bones and blood into ashes, obliterate your soul, and make you a slave for all eternity! "
Her roar from within the formation was faintly heard by those with higher cultivation outside the Pilgrimage Mountain. Some of them frowned while others were secretly delighted.
"He lost too?"
Li Hongyi's eyes were slightly dazed. Her slender fingers tugged at the hem of her clothes as a crazed hatred flashed across her eyes.
"Senior Li, did he lose?"
Chu Ci grabbed the corner of Li Hongyi's shirt and asked anxiously.
Ying Qiaoqiao, on the other hand, seemed to have sensed something from the surrounding atmosphere. Her expression was twisted and painful.
"Let's call it a day. Today's matter has been blown out of proportion!"
The master of the North Three Paths Path of Nether Spirits sighed softly and said to the other two.
The master of the Talisman Path laughed. "That kid has not admitted defeat yet. He is not there yet!"
The master of the Path of Nether Spirits laughed sinisterly. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard the tinkling of a zither from afar. She frowned and looked to the side. She saw a girl in red sitting on a green rock, biting her lips. A zither was placed on her knees. She was plucking the strings, as though she was crying and complaining. It was as though she was repaying a promise, or fulfilling a dream. She was playing the zither for someone to listen to.
"Impatient!"
The master of the Path of Nether Spirits was frustrated. With a shout, a huge force rushed over, causing sand and stones to fly.
However, someone at the side laughed and waved his sleeves, sweeping away the strong force. Then, he sat down lazily beside the girl. It was the Dragon God, who had never been serious. He looked at the girl with a smile and said, "This zither is not bad, I like it!"
Seeing that it was the Dragon Monarch who obstructed her, the master of the Path of Nether Spirits could only suppress her anger no matter how displeased she was.
The zither continued to play. Melodiously, it traveled into the Pilgrimage Mountain.
"Bandit, what are you doing?"
In the fifth matrix, under a towering mountain, the Great Golden Crow called out softly.
"I was wondering if they would spare our lives if we pretended to be weak …"
Fang Xing did not speak for a long time. Then, he chuckled and said.
The Great Golden Crow was speechless. After a long time, he said softly, "Do you think we should admit defeat first or beg for mercy first?"
"Haha …"
No one knew what they were thinking, but the two of them suddenly burst into laughter.
"Little devil Nan Zhan, do you choose to admit defeat and become a slave of the Wen family, or do you choose to be killed by me?"
In the sky, Wen Yiru held the flag in his hand and floated in the air. His scholarly robes fluttered in the wind. He looked indescribably righteous and sage-like. Wen Yan Xin also came to his side. Even though half of her body was covered in blood, and she was missing an arm, and her face was a little pale, there was a cruel look in her eyes. She tossed the God Locking Hoop up and down in her hand with a playful look in her eyes.
"Aiyo, this is a good chance. I really want to wear that thing and play with these two …"
The moment Fang Xing saw the Divine Sealing Ring, he was overjoyed. But when he thought about his current situation, he felt a little depressed. After all, if he wanted to deceive them, he would have to admit defeat first. But this was not the result he wanted. He sighed lightly in his heart and shouted, "You two bastards, stop trying to mystify me. If you have the ability, then let this young master out first. We'll talk after exchanging a few blows …"
Wen Yiru laughed coldly and did not reply. Wen Yan Xin said coldly, "I think you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. Cousin, let's first kill him and destroy his cultivation. Then, we'll lock him up and teach him a lesson. It's a good thing that he doesn't want to admit defeat!"
Wen Yiru thought for a moment and nodded. "Alright!"
Just as the two of them were discussing, the sound of a zither suddenly drifted up from the foot of the mountain. It was like the water of a spring lake, rippling gently and stirring one's heartstrings. This caused the two siblings in the air to be slightly startled. At the foot of the mountain, Fang Xing, who had been grinning cheekily, suddenly stopped smiling. He gave a low sigh, and an emotion that rarely appeared on his face rose from the bottom of his heart.
"What's wrong with you?"
The Great Golden Crow sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly asked.
"It's time to kill!"
Fang Xing answered and then there was a moment of silence. After a long while, his mind moved. Suddenly, his Divine Sense spread out like a spider web, surging like a raging wave. After being tempered by the Samadhi True Fire, his Divine Sense was much stronger than that of a normal Jindan Stage cultivator. Once it spread out, it was as if it was a solid substance, taking in the entire array. It was as if Fang Xing's eyes had appeared in the void of the array. It was eerie and terrifying, looking down at Wen Yiru, Wen Yan Xin, and the Symbol Masters of the Wen Clan.
"Do you really think you can suppress me like this?"
Fang Xing's voice reverberated through the air, coming from all directions, suppressing everyone's mind.
"His Godly Soul is so strong?"
Wen Yiru was also secretly shocked. He subconsciously raised his defense and frowned.
Wen Yan Xin and the other Symbol Masters of the Wen Clan were even more frightened and instinctively took a few steps back.
"After all, you are not Yuanying. What's the use of having a strong Godly Soul? Can you condense a Dharma to fight against us?"
Wen Yiru's expression was stern as he shouted coldly.
Fang Xing laughed loudly, his laughter echoing in the surroundings. "Why must I condense a Dharma to fight against you? You are suppressing me because my Mountain Dao is incomplete and I cannot control the mountains. But if I improve my Mountain Dao, can you still suppress me? "
Wen Yiru was taken aback, but a smile appeared on his face instead. He said softly, "The quality of a pill is already determined at the moment of Core Formation. Once it is determined, it is difficult to improve. There are ways to improve the quality of a pill's Dharma Seed after Core Formation or to incorporate other Dharma Seeds into it. Only the Daoist Palaces or the Demonic Abyss have these methods. Moreover, even if there is such a method, you must have a good Dharma Seed. Little devil, I have never underestimated you, but what you are saying now is a little too ridiculous …"
"Hehehehe …"
Fang Xing laughed proudly but did not answer directly. He let out a long sigh and said, "Yes …"
Rumble!
His Divine Sense rose once again. It even took the form of an illusionary figure with three heads and six arms. It sat in the air with a vertical eye on its forehead. It stared down at the cultivators in the formation and the mountains in the formation. Due to the connection between the source of cultivation, the mountain range inside the formation was similar to the Pilgrimage Mountain Range. Simply put, the illusionary figure inside the mountain range was a map of the Pilgrimage Mountain Range. The endless mountains could be seen at a glance.
Fang Xing looked down at the array as if he was looking at the Pilgrimage Mountain. The shape and the path of the mountain were imprinted in his mind.
"I do not have any method to improve the Dan, nor do I need it!"
"As for a good Dharma Seed … there is one before me!"
"The Pilgrimage Mountain, there is no other mountain in the world with a stronger intent, more suitable as a Dharma Seed!"
Fang Xing's voice echoed in the array. At the same time, he used his Divine Sense to observe the Pilgrimage Mountain and his flesh to execute the Dan Art.
Supreme Dao Pill Art!
Unlike the Xiantian Pill Formation, where the quality of the Dan was determined at the time of forming the Core, Fang Xing's Dan was the Supreme Dao of Pill Formation.
The Lawless Pill Art!
Because there was no law, one could control the laws. Because there was no Heaven, there was no limit to the Xiantian Realm!
Currently, he was being suppressed at the bottom of the fifth array of the Pilgrimage Mountain. As the fifth array was using the Pilgrimage Mountain as its core, its aura was connected, thus causing Fang Xing's flesh to be suppressed at the bottom of the Pilgrimage Mountain. His meridians and Dao Origin were in contact. At the same time, he flew into the rift with his powerful Divine Sense and visualized the shape of the Pilgrimage Mountain to steal the Origin of the Pilgrimage Mountain.
In simpler words, Fang Xing had stolen a wisp of the Origin of the Pilgrimage Mountain.
He was using the wisp of the Origin of the Pilgrimage Mountain to rebuild the incomplete Dan and plant a Supreme Mountain Seed.
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