Zhao Changhe, who was in the middle of the formation, was seething with anger. Although he always looked cold, he was very easily angered. Otherwise, when the five old men broke into the mountain, they would not have whipped the severely injured Wanluo Old Monster just because they were about to lose a bet. They would rather leave a dishonorable impression and keep him out of the formation.
Because of this, being insulted in front of so many cultivators was even more unbearable for him.
Was he really going to listen to this little devil scold him for two days and two nights?
Stop messing around. Two hours was enough to make him explode.
Just as he was about to go crazy, Fang Xing suddenly calmed down and said with a smile, "Actually, if you want me to enter the array, there is a way. If you agree to one of my conditions, I will enter the array now. If you don't, I will scold you for two days and two nights and then leave the mountain. Establishing Dao or not, it has nothing to do with me. I will hide in the Dragon Palace of my Old Mount Tai and scold you every now and then. I will make you want to kill me forever, but you won't even be able to catch my shadow. Haha..."
"What... do you want!"
The Divine Son of the Talisman Crafts Dao spat out each word through his teeth. He was extremely angry.
If this little devil really left, he couldn't really kill his way into the Dragon Palace. That would really make him a laughingstock.
Fang Xing laughed when he heard the question and said, "It's simple. Let's make a pact. This time, not only will we challenge the array, but we will also bet our lives. We will make a pact in front of the cultivators of the Nan Zhan and the cultivators of the Divine Land. Between you and me, only one will live. Even if my Old Mount Tai or the Dao Master of the Talisman Crafts Dao or any other old guys, they are not allowed to interfere. Otherwise, even if the cultivators of the Nan Zhan successfully challenge ten arrays, we will establish Dao in the Divine Land. How about that?"
"Life and death pact?"
Many people's hearts were pounding. They immediately understood what this little devil was thinking.
He was worried that there would be some obstructions when he killed Zhao Changhe. Therefore, he provoked Zhao Changhe in advance and forced him to sign the contract with him. This way, if he entered the formation to kill Zhao Changhe, Zhao Changhe would not even have the chance to surrender and let him pass. Between the two of them, one would definitely die. In front of so many cultivators, even the Talisman Weapon Dao Master would not be able to protect him.
The Dao Master of the Talisman Crafts Dao and the cultivators of the Divine Land frowned as their minds churned.
In the eighth formation, Zhao Changhe didn't even think about it. He exhaled and said, "Alright!"
"Changhe..."
The Talisman Weapon Path Master subconsciously wanted to stop him, but he only managed to say a name before he forcefully held back.
He also understood that even if he wanted to stop him, with Zhao Changhe's temperament, he could not stop him at all.
What's more, the little devil's foul mouth had already brought the situation to this point. If Zhao Changhe did not agree, how could he save his face?
Zhu Xiu was the witness!
Very soon, an ancient decree was brought out. Its aura rumbled as it floated in the air. The words on the decree were visible, and the words on it were powerful.
Without any hesitation, Fang Xing immediately bit his index finger and dripped his blood onto it. Within the eighth matrix, the clouds of smoke also dispersed, revealing the figure of a young man sitting cross-legged on a gourd of wine. He looked at Fang Xing with hatred, then also bit his index finger and flicked his blood out. Both of their blood landed on the ancient decree at the same time. Immediately, there was a faint change in the aura, and the words froze.
Life and Death Contract!
After being cheated by the Nimble Sect, Fang Xing became more cautious. In order to kill Zhao Changhe, to prevent him from admitting defeat, he racked his brains and tempted him to sign this life and death contract. With the blood of the two as the witness, and the thousands of cultivators from the Divine Continent and Nan Zhan as witnesses, including the Dao Master of the North Three Paths and the Dragon Monarch, the weight of this life and death contract was too great. Not to mention a God of the Talisman Crafts Dao, even a Yuanying Ancestor would not be able to escape.
"Good, you have the guts to sign the contract. This young master thinks highly of you. Cut the crap, let's fight to the death!"
Seeing that Zhao Changhe had agreed to the contract, a cold light flashed in his eyes. With a deep roar, he waved his fist, and his aura shot up into the sky. At the same time, dark clouds gathered in the sky. His aura caused the sky to change color, and within the dark clouds, bolts of lightning could be seen, emitting a frightening aura. It seemed as if they would strike down at any moment …
The secret thunder technique of the Dragon Palace of the Cang Lan Sea!
After summoning the black cloud, Fang Xing did not hold back at all. With an eerie smile, he flew into the eighth formation.
"Let's follow him and help him break the matrix!"
Li Hongyi's eyes flashed with anger. He shouted and his red shadow moved like silk.
"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"
The group of Nan Zhan juniors looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes. They gritted their teeth and rushed into the eighth matrix.
A sea of clouds!
As soon as he entered the eighth formation, he was shocked to discover that there were no mountain paths or Wei E's Pilgrimage Mountain. He couldn't even see the ground below. There was only a vast sea of clouds that hid the terrifying aura of thunder and lightning. Zhao Changhe, who was sitting cross-legged on the big red gourd, was staring at him coldly from three thousand feet away from the Southern Sect's junior cultivators.
Behind him, there was a ball of light with a terrifying aura. One could vaguely see the flickering of lightning. It was the source of the eighth matrix.
In the entire matrix, there was no one else. They were all hidden in the matrix. He was the only one looking down on the cultivators like a god.
Fang Xing also stood up and looked at him. Their gazes collided in the air, stirring up a murderous aura.
"Crack crack crack …"
A cultivator that came from South Sight was anxious to form a formation with the others before flashing towards an area in the sky. However, he'd only just taken a single step when a bright and dazzling bolt of lightning exploded out from the cloud beneath his feet that originally didn't possess any profundities, and it tore apart the layer of clouds with crackling sounds. In his great shock, this cultivator from South Sight had already gone all out to raise his defenses, yet he still let out a shrill cry before being blasted flying by this bolt of lightning.
A cultivator in the Golden Elixir Realm was suddenly charred and his injuries were so severe that he wanted to die.
What was even more terrifying was that at the place where he was sent flying, a disciple of the Talisman Path of Crafts who was dressed in black suddenly appeared and swung his knife. With a "chi" sound, a huge head flew up and landed somewhere unknown. This disciple of the Talisman Path of Crafts coldly looked at the cultivators from Nan Zhan, flipped over and jumped into the cloud layer. A few of the disciples of Nan Zhan had already shouted angrily. At the same time, they summoned four to five flying swords and slashed at the cloud layer. However, they only stirred up layers of cloud. Shockingly, there was not even a shadow of a person.
With the help of the power of the eighth matrix, even an ordinary disciple of the Talisman Path of Crafts could appear and disappear so mysteriously.
The heroic spirit that the cultivators of South Sight had nurtured after smoothly passing through the seventh formation seemed as if it had been chopped off by a blade, and they suddenly felt slightly short of breath. They who originally intended to set up the formation as soon as they entered the formation didn't even dare to move a single step.
"Hahahaha …"
At this moment, seeing the short of breath of the disciples of Nan Zhan, Zhao Changhe suddenly laughed. His voice was cold and there was a hint of mockery in it. "Little devil, do you really think that I was provoked by you and only cared about killing you and gave up the advantage of the eighth matrix? Childish. Just now, you deliberately provoked me. Other than wanting to sign a life and death contract with me, you also thought that in a fit of anger, I would directly fight you head on. How could you hide your intentions from me? Unfortunately, your calculations are too clever. Our Talisman and Weapon Dao is based on talismans and weapons, but after ten thousand years of inheritance, our research on formations is second to none in the Northern Region. This Eighth Pilgrimage Formation was personally set up by our Talisman and Weapon Dao Formation Master and perfected by me. It is 30% more brilliant than the other formations. So what if you are cunning? You are useless in this formation. If you want to fight with me, then break the formation first. If you can't even cross the formation and walk in front of me, then it means that you are just like your useless Master. You are not fit to enter this formation. You are not even fit for me to personally cut off your head! "
"To be able to become one of the Divine Sons of the three Northern Dao Sects in the North Region, he's indeed no fool!"
After a moment of silence, Fang Xing suddenly laughed. His eyes were cold as he said in a deep voice, "But you're thinking too much. Right now, I'm not thinking of playing any tricks, nor am I in the mood to break your lousy array. Right now, I just want to … beat you to death …"
After saying the last word, he suddenly took a step forward.
Rumble!
His slender figure was like a grey dragon as he dashed straight towards the clouds.
That scene was like a knife cutting into the calm surface of water, instantly stirring up ripples. Between the originally calm and unruffled clouds, countless bolts of lightning suddenly appeared as his figure moved through them. Layers upon layers of lightning twined around his body. The aura was extremely terrifying, and every bolt of lightning had the power to injure or even kill a Golden Core Realm cultivator.
Ka-la-la!
The ear-piercing sound and the dazzling light even caused the spectating cultivators to feel their scalps go numb!
"Why is he acting so arbitrarily and not discussing with anyone?"
When the leader of the Four Heroes of the Western Desert, Wang Qiong saw this scene, she could not help but frown.
The other two, Nan Zhan and Zhu Xiu, were also shaken. He actually wants to go head-on against the entire formation with his own strength?
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