Rumble!
At this time, within Fang Xing's realm of consciousness, there was a rumble of thunder.
However, this rumble of thunder did not resound in the void, but in the thick and boundless ground of the sea of consciousness. It was as if there was an earth vein churning and a huge mountain breaking out of the ground. In his realm of consciousness, there was originally a mountain range. When it first formed, it was like a huge, dormant dragon, majestic and grand, suppressing the void of the realm of consciousness. However, people would improve. In Fang Xing's current realm of consciousness, compared to the vast water vapor, the young but verdant sapling, and the blazing sun in the void, the foundation of the mountain seemed weak and could not be mentioned.
However, at this time, this mountain, was growing!
Bit by bit, it rose from the ground, tore through the void, penetrated the clouds, and shook the vast earth.
In less than ten minutes, this mountain was already ten times bigger. Half of it reached into the void, suppressing the land of the realm of consciousness. Although it looked like it had just been formed and had not grown to its peak, its majesty and vigor did not lose out to the other Dao techniques. Looking at its embryonic form, it was vaguely a miniature Pilgrimage Mountain. It had the aura of an Immortal Emperor, as if it symbolized a supreme thing.
Viewing the Pilgrimage Mountain to form a Mountain Technique!
"Not good, quickly suppress him to death!"
At this moment, although Wen Yiru did not know exactly what had happened, he was not a fool. The changes that had taken place in Fang Xing's spirit, qi, and even in his suppressed physical body made him, who cultivated talisman skills, shudder with fear. This feeling was like the gradual increase of their aura before they completed a talisman and drew the last stroke, symbolizing a kind of earth-shaking change and improvement of a kind of power.
"Hua …"
At this time, he no longer hesitated. With one hand, he scattered nearly a hundred Mountain Talismans, and with the other hand, he waved the formation flags wildly.
Wen Yan Xin and the other Wen Clan Talisman Masters were stunned for a moment. Then, they hurriedly threw out the Mountain Talismans in their hands. They could already see that Wen Yiru seemed to have a premonition that something was wrong. He wanted to immediately use the power of the fifth Mountain Traversing Formation and all the Mountain Talismans that the Wen Clan had prepared in advance to suppress the little demon to death in an instant.
Fluttering and swaying, the talisman paper fell like snowflakes.
Streams of Qi had already skyrocketed in the air, and the illusions of mountains appeared one after another, suppressing the huge mountain above Fang Xing's head.
Layers of power stacked on top of each other, and the suppressive power increased step by step.
However, the mountain that was suppressing Fang Xing began to shake.
The gigantic mountain range trembled endlessly, as if there was a violent earthquake below. Even though Wen Yiru had scattered hundreds of Mountain Talismans in an instant, it was still not enough to stabilize the mountain. Instead, the trembling became more and more obvious. After a while, Fang Xing's loud laughter suddenly rang out. Then, a violent force filled the entire formation in an instant, and the mountain that was suppressing him flew up.
A towering and majestic mountain suddenly flew into the air.
Not only this mountain, but the surrounding mountains also flew up and floated in the air.
This included the mountain next to Fang Xing. Under that mountain was the Huqin Elder and Zhang Daoyi who had tried to break through the formation for the first time. At this time, within the formation, the laws had been forcefully reversed by Fang Xing, but it had also allowed the two of them to escape. However, the two old men looked a little haggard, especially Zhang Daoyi. After being suppressed for so long, he was on his last breath.
"Take them to the side!"
Fang Xing shouted. The Great Golden Crow, who had regained its freedom, had already swept across the ground. It grabbed an old man with its claws and rushed to the edge of the formation with a whoosh. Its eyes looked around furtively, then it gently put the old man down.
Fang Xing, who was below the mountains, stood proudly, one hand forming a seal.
Behind him, an illusion appeared. It was the Pilgrimage Mountain surrounded by white clouds.
"Impossible … Impossible … How can you reverse so many laws of the formation at the same time?"
Wen Yiru had completely lost his usual solemn and carefree demeanor. His face was filled with panic, and as he roared, he waved the flag with one hand and made a hand seal with the other, activating the mountain talismans that filled the sky. The talismans swirled and turned into a mighty force that pressed down on Fang Xing like a long river. At this moment, with the power of the mountain traversing formation, his attack was comparable to the full power of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator.
"If blockheads like you could guess this young master's abilities, this young master would have died a few hundred times already …"
Fang Xing let out a hearty laugh and soared into the sky with a whoosh. Circulating the Mountain Art, he pushed forward the Pilgrimage Art. A towering mountain appeared and collided with the Mountain Talismans that Wen Yiru had unleashed. Rumbling sounds could be heard as the Mountain Talismans, or rather, the Mountain Talismans, or rather, the Mountain Talismans, or rather, the Mountain Talismans, were shattered by his Mountain Art. Streams of Spiritual Energy whistled out and filled the air.
Wen Yiru suffered the backlash. His chest and abdomen caved in and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose. He retreated continuously in the air. Although he was shocked, he immediately made a wise decision. As he retreated, he raised the flag in his hand high up. He was a cautious person and would rather not take any risks. At this time, when he saw this little devil's strange technique, he was not confident and immediately wanted to admit defeat.
"Just now, you suppressed me. Now, have a taste of my methods!"
With a glance, Fang Xing knew what Wen Yiru was thinking. With a rumble, he charged into the sky. With a shake of his arms, he raised the shadow of a huge mountain. Then, he waved it downwards. A vast amount of Spiritual Energy, as heavy as the Pilgrimage Mountain, pressed down on Wen Yiru. This Great Talisman Master was so shocked that he did not even have the time to wave his flag and admit defeat. He could only desperately scream and flee to the side.
"Cousin!"
Wen Yiru was still brushed by the violent spirit energy. His physical body was not strong, so he was hit by the remaining force. Blood spurted out of his mouth and nose. Wen Yan Xin was shocked and rushed over to support him. She looked at Fang Xing with an expression that was not clear whether it was panic or fear.
Seeing this, Fang Xing laughed loudly. He held a blood-red broadsword in his hand and looked ferocious.
"The Wen Clan used a hundred years of foundation to fight me. Let me see how many slashes you can take with your hundred years of foundation …"
"Boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly flashed. His figure was like a bolt of lightning, and he rushed directly towards the brother and sister.
This unruly young lady was so scared that she wanted to vomit her heart out. She supported Wen Yiru with one hand and screamed as she retreated. Beside her, a group of Wen Clan Talisman Masters rushed over and threw out countless talismans. At this time, they could no longer care about the mountain talismans. Thunder, metal, fire, water, and other kinds of talismans were thrown out as if they were free. As collateral descendants, they had the duty to protect the direct descendants.
However, their cultivation was too weak against Fang Xing. With an unreasonable slash of the broadsword, all kinds of talismans exploded. Even the dozen or so Talisman Masters in front of him were killed. The dense broadsword intent was directly in front of Wen Yan Xin's eyebrows. This young lady of the Wen Clan was so scared that she screamed. She did not even care about Wen Yiru and pushed him away. At the same time, she hurriedly crushed a life-saving talisman and moved dozens of feet away. Wen Yiru could not escape in time. Fang Xing rushed directly in front of him, and their eyes met.
"Little devil, we … have already admitted defeat …"
Wen Yiru's expression had also changed. He let out a loud roar as he crushed four or five life-saving jade talismans in succession. All sorts of divine talismans formed a terrifying force field between him and Fang Xing. All he wanted was to force this little devil back a little.
"I will not accept it!"
Fang Xing's eyes were cold. He shouted and pushed a mountain with his palm. A majestic mountain intent was forceful and difficult to resist. It suppressed the various talisman power in front of Wen Yiru. He himself approached Wen Yiru, holding the Blood Drinker Saber in his right hand and the huge black sword in his left. At the same time, he pierced Wen Yiru, the Great Talisman Master of the Wen Clan. Blood splattered. Wen Yiru's eyes were filled with pain and despair.
"Why … why must you kill me?"
Wen Yiru suddenly shouted with all his might. The unwillingness in his heart turned into anger. He shouted in despair.
Fang Xing looked straight into his eyes. "Who taught your sister to be so hateful?"
Wen Yiru was suddenly stunned. He did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Just because of this?"
As he spoke, he subconsciously turned his head to look at Wen Yan Xin, who was trembling in the air and had no intention of saving him.
"Yes!"
Fang Xing laughed. The saber in his right hand and the sword in his left hand moved at the same time.
Peng!
The rain of blood exploded. The body and soul of the youngest Great Talisman Master of the Wen Clan were crushed at the same time.
"He … he killed Daozi …"
"Daozi was killed. We will not have a good ending when we return to the clan. Let's kill him for revenge …"
Wen Yiru's death shocked and angered the Talisman Masters of the Wen Clan. Their eyes turned red and they shouted angrily. It was as if they did not care about their lives anymore. The sky was filled with talismans. They controlled all kinds of divine talismans and rushed toward Fang Xing with a murderous aura.
"Hahahaha … I will kill to my heart's content today. I will cultivate my murderous intent!"
Amidst the wild laughter, Fang Xing shouted. He turned around and waved his blood-red saber. The Talisman Masters of the Wen Clan fell to the ground like rain. Their flesh and blood splattered everywhere. In the outside world, the Talisman Masters of noble status were like grass at this moment.
At the foot of the Pilgrimage Mountain, Ying Qiaoqiao was playing the zither quickly. It was like a storm, like pearls falling on a jade plate.
In the fifth formation, Fang Xing killed in all directions. His saber was sharp and deadly. Screams and screams filled the air.
The surrounding spectators were all shocked. Although they couldn't see the exact situation within the formation, no matter who it was, they all noticed that the situation within the formation had changed greatly. The little devil had already taken control of the main formation and was wantonly slaughtering.
"Little friend, listen to this old man's advice … Don't kill so many people …"
Even the old man of Huqin could not bear to watch such a bloody scene and could not help but advise him.
Fang Xing was stunned. "Uh … I won't listen!"
As he said that, he killed twice. Suddenly, he turned to Wen Yan Xin, the eldest daughter of the Wen Clan, who was in a daze in the air. His eyes were filled with murderous intent. "Bitch, I don't care which country you are from or which family you are from. I will let you off if you provoke me once or twice. But you still do not learn your lesson. Today, I will let you know that if I want to kill you, you will not be able to escape. Not even the gods can protect you!"
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