Separated by 30 kilometers, Fang Xing and Song Guichan attacked each other from afar. Saber Qi and palm force collided, and their momentum was extremely powerful and shocking. However, they were separated by 30 kilometers, and the power of their spells had been greatly weakened by the time they collided. After one attack, Fang Xing attacked a second time without hesitation. In the tenth formation, Song Guichan was also filled with fighting spirit. His aura surged, and as smoke and clouds surged, his palm force was shocking.
However, it was also at this moment that the Great Golden Crow came out again. It cawed loudly and swung its golden wings horizontally.
Rumble! There was a burst of spatial turbulence and smoke. His palm had actually severed Song Guichan's palm, and then his entire body was repelled by this palm. He flew far into the sky and floated proudly under the bright moon …
"Fellow cultivators, please give me some face!"
The Great Golden Crow suppressed the ecstasy in its heart and pretended to be calm as it shouted toward the tenth formation.
It knew that countless eyes were looking at it from the bottom of the Pilgrimage Mountain, so there was no need to mention how proud it was.
Even Fang Xing could tell what it was thinking at a glance. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This Great Golden Lord of the Demonic Land had probably changed from the person who tore off He Lingzi's arm to the person who beat up the Great Elder of the Yun Clan, to the person who had easily cut off the famous Little Devil's saber attack and the Pure Yang Sect's Divine Son Song Guichan's palm attack …
It could probably boast about it for at least three to five years!
Fortunately, it was more than thirty kilometers away from Song Guichan, so its power was weakened. Otherwise, it wouldn't have dared to show itself.
"Hmph, I'll wait for you at the tenth formation. I hope you can come up!"
Song Guichan didn't attack a third time after being beaten by the Great Golden Crow. He seemed to have suppressed the anger in his heart and regained his initial arrogance. He said something in a low voice, then the smoke gathered and his voice disappeared.
However, this sentence seemed to be a serious challenge.
Not to mention whether Little Devil Nan Zhan could pass the tenth formation, this alone was enough to make the cultivators of the Northern Region revere him.
Of course, other than awe, there was also a sigh … the little devil was dead meat!
Everyone in the Northern Region knew that the eldest daughter of the Wen Family, Wen Yanxin, had admired Song Guichan since she was a child. Over the past few decades, although there had been no marriage agreement and Song Guichan had never openly said anything, he had protected her many times in private. It was also because Song Guichan's attitude was unclear that Wen Yanxin's status in the Wen Family had always been so high that it was even faintly not inferior to the Great Talisman Master Wen Yiru.
Now, the two Daoists were gone!
Neither Song Guichan nor the Wen Clan would let this little devil off …
"Seniors, please go down the mountain. I still have something to do, so I won't be seeing you off …"
The Great Golden Crow waved the flag of the fifth formation and closed the formation. The smoke and clouds dispersed, revealing the figures of Elder Huqin and Zhang Daoyi. At this moment, both of them were in a somewhat miserable state. Elder Huqin's cultivation was higher, and his breathing was intermittent, but he could still forcibly sit cross-legged on the mountain path. Zhang Daoyi's face was ashen, his bones were broken, and his Divine Soul was exhausted. It was obvious that he was about to pass away.
Looking at the two old men, Fang Xing also had an extremely complicated feeling in his heart.
He didn't want to say too many pretentious words, so he smiled and greeted them, and was about to rush toward the sixth formation.
"Little friend, since my source of Dao is damaged, I won't live for more than a few days. I will accompany you to pass the formation and do my best!"
Elder Huqin took a deep breath, his long white beard fluttering even though there was no wind, and he gradually became more heroic.
"Me too!"
Next to him, Zhang Daoyi, whose breathing seemed to be faintly discernible, suddenly opened his eyes and forced himself to say something.
At this time, the two old men, even at this time, still had to forcibly support their weak bodies to help Fang Xing pass the formation.
This made Fang Xing feel complicated, but he forced a smile and said, "No, the two of you are half-dead. Taking the two of you to pass the formation won't be enough to distract me. Besides, don't give up just because you won't live long. Take some elixirs, and you can still live for a few days. Go down and drink with that old bastard Wan Luo, and listen to the drama. People have to accept their old age, and you two are useless …"
As he laughed, he waved one hand, and a powerful force swept out, sending the two old men straight down the mountain. He then sat cross-legged on the mountain path and rested for a full incense stick's time. Only then did he let out a long sigh, slowly got up, and walked toward the fifth formation. Although the injuries on his body had already been activated by the Regenerative Wood Technique and were as good as new, the bloodstains on his Dharma robe were shocking, and he was worried.
"Master …"
Ye Guyin and the others flew to catch Elder Huqin and Elder Zhang Daoyi, who had been sent down the mountain by Fang Xing. Their hearts were complicated, and their eyes were filled with tears as they looked at Fang Xing, who was striding up the mountain towards the sixth formation. Their hearts were heavy and complicated, and it was difficult to describe them in words.
Just now, they thought that Fang Xing was already deep in the fifth formation and had no chance of survival. However, no one expected that, for some unknown method, he would actually achieve a complete victory, easily break the formation, and even rescue Elder Huqin and Elder Zhang Daoyi, who were trapped in the fifth formation. This was really a pleasant surprise. Just now, when he sat cross-legged on the mountain path to heal his injuries, all the cultivators were extremely worried, and their hearts felt as if a large stone was pressing down on them. Now that they saw him get up and enter the formation again, they could not relax. When they thought of the divine-like glimpse of the Chunyang Daoist, they could not help but feel an indescribable sense of powerlessness, and did not dare to resist him at all.
That was the divine might of a peerless master, and it was also the pressure they had heard from various legends in the past four years.
Could Fang Xing really fight against the person who was known as the hope of the Northern Region of the Divine Prefecture?
He still had to fight step by step. Even if he could charge all the way to him, how could his exhausted body fight against such a powerful enemy?
"Little devil, I have been waiting for you here for a long time. Let us settle our old and new debts together!"
In the sixth formation, the formation door suddenly opened wide, revealing the enraged face of the person who had cast the seal. Behind him, the other two peak masters and hundreds of disciples of the Nimble Sect formed a large killing formation. The murderous aura almost formed a dark cloud at the top of the formation. The murderous aura was almost tangible, and accompanied by the terrifying wind in the sixth formation, it whistled and swept, causing the cultivators at the foot of the mountain to shudder.
The excited shouts stopped abruptly, and a terrifying feeling of oppression rose in the hearts of the cultivators.
"The Nimble Sect … In order to guard the sixth formation, they actually sent three peak masters of the Golden Core and Mahayana Realm to fight together …"
After a long while, a Nan Zhan cultivator cried out in a trembling voice, his face pale with fright.
The situation had changed too quickly. They had not yet recovered from the joy of Fang Xing's unexpected rescue in the fifth formation, and the joy of old man Huqin and old man Zhang Daoyi's unexpected rescue, when their hearts suddenly sank to the bottom of the sea. The Nimble Sect, who had the greatest grudge with Fang Xing, had actually put in so much effort. It could be said that they had put all of their sect's strength into the sixth formation. This was clearly a situation where they would not rest until Fang Xing was dead …
For a moment, their hearts felt like they had been struck by a heavy hammer. At the same time, a kind of despair welled up in their hearts.
For the previous few formations, they only knew the name of the formation, but didn't understand its principles and principles. Therefore, they didn't know how difficult it was. But now, in the sixth formation, the formation door had been opened, revealing a corner of the situation inside the formation. This also made them directly aware of the difficulty of the sixth formation … How could this be called breaking through the formation? This was clearly a battle on the battlefield … All of the Nimble Sect's Golden Core strength in addition to the power of the sixth formation … This difficulty …
Even Yuanying didn't dare to say that he could steadily break through the formation. So, how could Fang Xing, who was only at the middle stage of the Golden Core realm?
Moreover, after Fang Xing had come out of the fifth formation, he had sat cross-legged on the mountain path to recuperate. It could be seen that he wasn't having an easy time at the moment. And now, he had immediately encountered such a powerful enemy. Wasn't that like adding hail to snow? Even if he was incomparably fierce, how could he break through?
Even the complexion of the Dao Master of Three Northern Dao had slightly softened. A trace of happiness flitted across his face.
"This kid broke through the Five Elemental Formation consecutively. This really surprised me. Now that he has died in the sixth formation, I can finally heave a sigh of relief!"
The Dao Master of Talisman Path had a solemn expression. "This kid's luck isn't shallow. In the first five formations, he had a great advantage because of his alchemy skills. It wasn't because of his true abilities. Now, in the last six formations, he has to rely on his true abilities to break through. I want to see how many formations he can last at such a young age …"
"Haha … Good. Old debts and new debts shall be settled at the same time. Shameless bastard, let's see who can save you this time!"
Fang Xing, who was on the mountain, didn't hesitate at all. He directly rushed into the sixth formation. When the formation closed, only smoke and clouds could be seen.
However, the shouts and cries of killing from within the formation made the cultivators' hearts heavy. They found it hard to control themselves.
"Hehe, little devil, with the Grand Wind Flag and the Netherworld Pearl here, where can you hide?"
"Kill! Borrow the power of the formation and kill this kid. The one who seizes his head will be promoted to the Divine Child of our sect! "
"Wa ya ya … At this point, you still dare to be fierce and kill a disciple of my sect. Little devil, I will tear your body into a thousand pieces!"
"He's clearly afraid of fighting! Hurry up, all disciples, form the formation and kill him! "
Shouts came from within the formation from time to time. The cultivators at the foot of the mountain were frightened and no one spoke for a long time.
"Three Golden Core Mahayana Stage cultivators, what … what should we do …"
A Nan Zhan cultivator was so anxious that his voice was filled with fear and worry.
"He already has a deep grudge against the Lingqiao Sect. It's over now. The Lingqiao Sect has completely let go of their pride and sent three Golden Core Mahayana Stage Peak Masters to deal with a junior like him. This means that the Lingqiao Sect has made up their mind to kill him …"
"Ah, he really shouldn't have acted on impulse and insisted on going through the ten formations. If only he had agreed to the Divine Child of Pure Yang …"
Ying Qiaoqiao, who was playing the zither, sat back down on the green rock after helping her master back. She was about to play the zither, but suddenly her tears flowed down the strings. By her side, an expanse of worried and anxious voices entered into the ears of the cultivators of the Southern Sight Sect, and sighs resounded without end. It was even to the extent that some people sighed as if they were resentful of Fang Xing for failing to meet their expectations. They deeply felt that Fang Xing hadn't grasped the opportunity earlier, causing them to fall into such a hopeless situation.
"Why?"
Suddenly, a voice filled with hatred rang out. It was the little princess of the Chu royal court, Chu Ci. She was kneeling on the ground, looking extremely haggard. Her slender fingers were tightly gripping the corners of her clothes as tears rolled down her porcelain-like face. She seemed to have broken down and used all the strength in her body to shout, "Are you going to let him challenge the ten matrixes of the Pilgrimage Matrixes alone? Why? Why are you all standing here and watching? Why are you all letting him risk his life for you alone? "
Everyone avoided the little girl's eyes. They couldn't bear to look her in the eyes and didn't dare to look her in the eyes.
At that moment, only Li Hongyi looked into the void in the distance. She clenched her fists as if she was hesitating about a decision.
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