The people watching the formation at the foot of the Pilgrimage Mountain were all shocked. Even though the clouds were shrouded in fog, preventing outsiders from seeing the exact situation inside the formation, no matter who it was, they could feel that within the fifth formation, a murderous aura filled the sky. Bloody light shone in the sky, and it was obvious that the situation had changed greatly. From the roars and screams that came from within the formation, it was not hard to guess that the little devil had already taken control of the main formation and was wantonly killing.
"Boom …"
Fang Xing held the Bloodguzzler Saber and fiercely rushed towards Wen Yan Xin, who was screaming and had completely forgotten to defend herself. Fang Xing's murderous aura almost scared Wen Yan Xin to the point that she began to hallucinate. A seed of fear was deeply imprinted in her heart. She was used to being the eldest daughter of the Wen Clan in the Northern Region, and she always felt that everyone should naturally spoil her and let her do whatever she wanted. It was only now that she suddenly realized that there was someone who did not put her in his eyes at all and dared to kill without mercy.
"Brother Song, save me …"
Wen Yan Xin, who was frightened by Fang Xing's murderous aura, subconsciously shouted.
In despair, she subconsciously asked for help from the god in her heart.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Xing's blade had already swept towards Wen Yan Xin, who was almost paralyzed in the air. But at this time, from the highest formation of the Ten Formations of Pilgrimage, a dot of green light flew out like lightning. With a "dang" sound, it collided with Fang Xing's [Blood Drinking Blade]. It actually caused the power of the blade to slightly freeze, and the overflowing killing intent that was like a waterfall was restrained. The killing intent wrapped around the blade, and like a mountain, it froze in the air.
Taking a closer look, the speck of green was surprisingly a pine needle, and it had already turned into powder and scattered in the air.
A pine needle that flew out from the tenth formation was actually not weaker than an artifact. It was able to stop Fang Xing's saber's aura and even made him feel a sense of danger.
"Fellow Daoist, why don't you spare Little Sister Wen's life and form a good relationship with me?"
Inside the tenth matrix, the clouds were calm and there was no one there. However, a gentle yet dignified voice rang out. It was a deep and dignified voice that not only entered the ears of Fang Xing who was inside the fifth matrix, it also traveled to the bottom of the Pilgrimage Mountain, allowing the spectators to hear it as well. The voice seemed to contain traces of divinity that could dispel the hostility in the hearts of people.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that some of the weaker cultivators even felt that their cultivation was on the verge of rising when they heard this voice.
Song Guichan!
Everyone recognized the voice. It was the Daoist of the Song Family, the Divine Son of the Pure Yang Sect, Song Guichan.
He was the top Golden Core Cultivator in the Northern Region!
He was known as the rare bloodline of the Song Family. He first became famous in the Song Family, then joined the Pure Yang Sect and became the Divine Son of the Pure Yang Sect in ten years. Ever since he became famous, he had gone through thirty battles, each of which shocked the Northern Region. Seven years ago, he felt that he was invincible under the Yuanying stage, so he went back to the Pure Yang Sect to cultivate. Song Guichan had spent most of the past seven years cultivating in the cave abode of the Sage.
This was the first time he had fought after that battle seven years ago!
For a moment, the eyes of the cultivators were filled with awe and surprise. They didn't expect Song Guichan to intervene at this time and stop the killing in the fifth formation. They also felt that Song Guichan's words actually contained a divine Buddhist light that could cleanse one's soul. How deep was his cultivation?
Wen Yanxin, in particular, had escaped from Fang Xing's saber. It seemed that after a long time, she finally regained her senses. Her eyes gradually became lively, and there was a strong hint of joy in them. Tears appeared in the corners of her eyes as she looked deeply at Fang Xing. No one knew what she was thinking, but she looked at Fang Xing with a complicated expression. There was fear, hatred that she didn't dare to show too obviously, but she couldn't hide it. There was even a subconscious joy and pride in her heart. She stumbled away from Fang Xing.
"What kind of good karma do you want to form with me?"
Fang Xing carried the Bloodsucker Manic Saber and didn't chase after Wen Yanxin. Instead, he turned towards the tenth formation and shouted.
Song Guichan's voice was indifferent. "If you put down your butcher's knife, you can directly enter the tenth formation. If you win, I'll allow you to establish your Dao!"
As soon as these words came out, the entire Pilgrimage Mountain was in chaos.
Although Song Guichan's voice was indifferent, the content of his words was too shocking. Could it be that this number one cultivator below Yuanying in the Northern Region actually wanted to open the door for the little demon and let him directly skip the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth formations? This was simply great news. Although the little demon was fierce along the way, the ten formations of the Pilgrimage Mountain were not to be trifled with. Until now, almost no one had thought that he could really make it all the way to the ten formations, and there was a possibility that he could die at any time …
But now, Song Guichan had surprisingly said that he would give him the chance to directly enter the tenth formation.
The gazes of the cultivators were already focused on the face of the North Three Paths Dao Master.
But unexpectedly, even the powerful North Three Paths Dao Master didn't say anything after Song Guichan made this promise.
The three of them seemed to have acquiesced to Song Guichan's authority.
"The Pure Yang Divine Prince only made this decision because he doesn't want the little demon to kill all the way and kill too many people!"
A senior cultivator sighed and seemed to have revealed Song Guichan's true intention, which immediately made the cultivators respect him.
"That's right, the Pure Yang Divine Prince is indeed righteous. Normally, the wisest thing for him to do is to sit in the tenth formation and wait for the little demon to kill all the way to consume his Spirit Power. However, he can't bear to see the cultivators of the Divine Continent suffer more casualties just to stop the little demon, so he's prepared to subdue the little demon himself. That's giving the little demon an advantage …"
Admiration, gratitude, respect. In an instant, there was a wave of praise at the foot of the Pilgrimage Mountain.
Even Fang Xing was slightly startled after hearing Song Guichan's words. He frowned as if he was a little tempted, but after pondering for a while, he suddenly laughed in a low voice. Then, he raised his head and said with a smile, "Beg me!"
He used his Spirit Power to transmit his voice out of the array, suppressing the clamor at the foot of the mountain.
The cultivators watching the battle were startled and frowned after hearing that.
For a moment, they didn't even understand what Fang Xing meant!
Fang Xing's voice rang out again. It was slightly mocking and carried a trace of rascality and ferocity, "If you beg me, maybe I'll agree to spare the lives of this woman and the cultivators of the Wen Clan, and directly challenge the tenth formation!"
That was too much!
The cultivators around the Pilgrimage Mountain were in an uproar when they heard that clearly.
'Is this kid crazy?'
He had clearly taken advantage of the little demon, yet he still dared to say that he wanted the Pure Yang Divine Prince to beg him?
That was worse than taking advantage of the little demon!
At that moment, even Song Guichan didn't say anything, as if he hadn't expected Fang Xing to say that!
Meanwhile, Fang Xing suddenly shouted again, "Beg me!"
His shout was like thunder, suppressing the clamor of the cultivators around the Pilgrimage Mountain.
"Little demon, how dare you be so disrespectful to Senior Brother Song …"
At this time, a sharp voice echoed. Wen Yan Xin's face was full of anger as she shouted at Fang Xing.
Meanwhile, Fang Xing clenched his teeth and smiled. He suddenly drew his saber and attacked.
"Pfft …"
Wen Yan Xin's head flew into the air and his face was still filled with anger.
"I've said that not even God can protect you if I want to kill you!"
Fang Xing held Wen Yan Xin's head and shouted coldly as if he was explaining to Wen Yan Xin. He then shouted in the direction of the tenth formation, "You're not even willing to beg me, so why are you acting all high and mighty here? If you can make me jump from the fifth formation to the tenth formation with just a word from you, why did you force the five old men to break through the tenth formation? "
Fang Xing's voice was like thunder and brought a suffocating atmosphere to the surroundings. As he shouted, he waved the formation flag and ended the fifth formation, dispersing the smoke that permeated the formation. Holding Wen Yan Xin's head, the stiff expression and lifeless gaze on her beautiful face, as well as the miserable appearance of the Wen Clan cultivators in the fifth formation, stung the eyes of the cultivators of the Pilgrimage Mountain.
They were really dead!
The young mistress of the Wen Clan and the youngest Great Talisman Master had died at the same time.
After the first formation, the Yun Clan of the Bitter Seas was completely annihilated. This fifth formation was the most tragic one.
For a moment, the shock in the hearts of the cultivators of the Divine Prefecture was indescribable. Even the Daoist Masters of Three Northern Paths were shocked. They knew that after Yun Du was crippled, the Yun Clan would not have a suitable junior to fight for the Yun Clan's destiny for at least thirty years. Now that Wen Yiru and Wen Yan Xin had died, the Wen Clan had lost at least three hundred years of destiny. They had lost a generation of people.
Amidst their heavy hearts, Fang Xing continued to speak. His words were like a heavy hammer striking their hearts. He shouted in the direction of the tenth matrix, "Today, I really will break Desolate's rules. I will slaughter my way from the first matrix to the tenth. If you want me to stop, then beg me. If you beg me, then I will charge straight into the matrix without killing anyone. If you don't beg me, then I will kill. I will kill until all of you bow your heads to me!"
"Kaboom!"
At the end of his words, he suddenly waved his blade. A blood-red killing intent surged towards the tenth formation, violent like a demon.
"Child, how dare you?"
In the tenth formation, the Song Clan's Daoist and the Pure Yang Path's Divine Son, Song Guichan, shouted angrily. As he shouted, a powerful palm force struck down. It was almost as if a god had attacked. It fell on the fifth formation and covered the sky.
"Kaboom!"
The blood-red saber will collided with the palm force that spanned dozens of miles, causing a whistling Qi to sweep across half of the Worship Zen Mountain. The two violent forces collided with each other, causing even a Golden Core Mahayana Stage cultivator to shudder in fear. The powerful force even dispersed the clouds that had been lingering on the mountainside for thousands of years, revealing the jagged rocks and brittle ancient pines that covered the mountainside...
However, this shocking palm was not as shocking as the words that Fang Xing had shouted just now.
If you don't bow down, then I will kill until all of you do!
Did this little devil want to kill until all the sects in the Northern Region of the Divine Prefecture begged for mercy?
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