"Hahahaha, bastard, come here and let me beat you to death!"
Now that there was no one blocking his way, Fang Xing felt inexplicably carefree. Suddenly, he let out a maniacal laugh and sped up again. The two Lightning Pearls in his left and right palms had gathered lightning along the way and now contained an extremely terrifying power of lightning. As he charged forward, the pearls flew straight towards Zhao Changhe, the Divine Son of the Dao of Talisman and Crafts, who was sitting on the gourd.
Before Fang Xing arrived, his ferocious nature had already stirred up a gust of wind that made Zhao Changhe's hair dance wildly. The divine son of the Talisman Crafts Path also frowned slightly. It seemed that he was somewhat dissatisfied that the Nan Zhan cultivators had taken on the attacks of his junior brothers and sisters. Faced with the indescribable power of Fang Xing's attack, he did not seem to care at all. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled up.
Boom!
Fang Xing's palms slammed forward, forming two long rivers of thunder and lightning that surged towards Zhao Changhe.
The terror of this attack made even the true disciples of the Talisman Crafts Path and the Nan Zhan disciples who were engaged in a fierce battle secretly shocked.
However, Zhao Changhe, who bore the brunt of the attack, did not have the slightest intention of defending or dodging. It was not until the two long rivers of thunder and lightning had already rushed in front of him that he suddenly smiled and reached out to pat the gourd he was sitting on. Then, the stopper on the gourd's mouth suddenly flew out by itself. Inside the gourd's mouth, there was a blue whirlpool-like space. The two long rivers of thunder and lightning that Fang Xing had shot out were suddenly sucked into the gourd, like a giant whale sucking in water. After a while, there was nothing left, not a single drop.
"F * ck …"
Even Fang Xing was stunned. He looked at the gourd dumbfoundedly.
It had easily sucked away the violent river of thunder that he had shot out. Wasn't this treasure a little too exaggerated?
How was he supposed to fight?
"Heh …"
The indifferent Zhao Changhe suddenly sneered, "Little devil, do you really think that you can challenge the sects of the Northern Region with just your battle strength? Dream on! Which one of the sects in my Northern Domain doesn't have a legacy of ten thousand years? Our foundations are unimaginable. How can they be shaken by you? Today, I will use this Eight Treasures Gourd to let you experience what it means to be crushed … "
Boom!
After he finished speaking, he suddenly pinched a seal and pressed it in the void. Suddenly, two dazzling thunderbolts lit up.
"Pu! Pu!"
In the void, two lightning pearls suddenly shot out, directly hitting Fang Xing who was completely unprepared at this moment.
Fang Xing's heart skipped a beat. He didn't even have time to think before he suddenly took out the ivory tower at his waist. It suddenly enlarged in front of him and firmly blocked in front of him. The two lightning pearls hit the ivory tower and slid to the sides like flowing water hitting a rock. At the same time, they continued to expand and explode, turning the void into a sea of lightning. The crackling sounds were ear-piercing.
"Phew …"
The sea of lightning gradually subsided and the figure of Fang Xing hiding behind the ivory tower was also revealed. Although he hid behind the tower, he wasn't completely spared. At this moment, he looked a little miserable. His clothes were mostly burnt and there were even some blackened wounds. Under the urging of the Wood Essence in his body, his flesh was recovering at a visible speed. But it was obvious that the lightning pearls were strong enough to injure him.
As soon as he made a move, he was at a disadvantage.
Neither Nan Zhan, Zhu Xiu, nor the disciple of talisman crafts had expected this. They all looked at him with a strange expression.
This little devil had come from the first round. How powerful! It seemed that he shouldn't be so easily suppressed, right?
Except for those who knew the details of the gourd, only they knew that the divine son who took out this celestial artifact at the beginning probably wanted to suppress the little devil with the force of thunder, not giving him any room to resist, so as to boost the somewhat dispirited morale of the Divine Land.
"In front of me, you can only take a beating. Little devil, do you have anything else to say?"
Zhao Changhe stood up from the gourd with a sneer on his face and began to cast a spell.
"Eh?"
Fang Xing didn't have any other expression, but his face was full of curiosity. He tentatively shot a bolt of lightning.
But with his cultivation, a random bolt of lightning was not ordinary. It crackled like a snake in the void.
However, Zhao Changhe sneered. He tilted the gourd and naturally absorbed the lightning.
"I've said, in front of me, you can only take a beating. Are you not convinced?"
Zhao Changhe's face was full of sarcasm. The way he looked at Fang Xing was like looking at a clown, or a dead man.
"You're really powerful …"
Unexpectedly, Fang Xing did not have a depressed expression. Instead, his face was full of excitement. He almost rubbed his palms together and exclaimed in admiration. The thieving light in his eyes was chilling. Then, he pointed to the gourd in Zhao Changhe's hand and said resolutely, "This treasure, I want it!"
Through the Yin Yang Fiendgod Mirror, he noticed that this gourd was shockingly a rare natural wood treasure. Simply speaking, this type of treasure wasn't refined by humans at all, but was born from some sort of immortal plant, and it innately possessed the talismans of the Grand Dao and possessed miraculous effects. The function of this gourd was to devour, and no matter if it was techniques or magic treasures, it could devour everything within it.
It was even rumored that the top of this kind of magic treasure contained the world inside, and a gourd was a universe.
This kind of magic treasure was extremely rare even in the Divine Land. When Fang Xing was cultivating in the Blue Cloud Sect, he only heard about it from Uncle Eleven, but he had never seen it with his own eyes. Now that he saw this gourd with the Yin Yang Fiend Mirror, he was pleasantly surprised to recognize it.
Zhao Changhe obviously didn't know what Fang Xing was thinking at this time. When he heard that Fang Xing wanted to snatch his magic treasure, he sneered and jumped up. He spread out his palm, and the gourd automatically shrank and flew into his palm. Holding the gourd, he looked at Fang Xing with a faint smile and said lightly, "You want it? Well, the gourd is in my hands. If you have the ability, come and snatch it! "
Crackle!
As he spoke, countless bolts of lightning appeared under his feet, gathering more and more, turning into a Thunder Dragon more than ten feet long and as thick as a bucket. He stood on the huge head of the Thunder Dragon, laughing loudly. Suddenly, the Thunder Dragon stretched out its body and rolled through the sea of clouds toward Fang Xing. Shaking its head and wagging its tail, it dodged like lightning and opened its mouth to spit out several terrifying bolts of lightning.
"The Art of Driving Thunder!"
Fang Xing's eyes turned cold. He spread his five fingers and pressed toward Zhao Changhe, who was rushing toward him.
But there was only a rumble. Above Zhao Changhe's head, suddenly, without warning, three bolts of lightning as thick as an arm fell, almost as unpredictable as the power of heaven. They fell straight toward Zhao Changhe, who was standing on the head of the Thunder Dragon, with amazing power.
"Haha … …"
Zhao Changhe laughed and raised the gourd in his hand. The three bolts of lightning drilled into the gourd and did not threaten him at all. The Thunder Dragon under his feet roared and swept its tail over. The clouds in the sky were swept clean, and the dim world seemed to be brightened. Fang Xing's figure flew high into the air to avoid the attack.
"Is it really so strange?"
After Fang Xing avoided the sweep of the Thunder Dragon, he turned over and performed a spell, and three ancient swords flew out.
Bitch, fat sheep, knockoff!
The three ancient swords taken from the Demon Land's Tai Shi Chi were slashing straight at Zhao Changhe.
However, Zhao Changhe raised the gourd and the three ancient swords flew into the gourd in the blink of an eye.
It was no different from what Uncle Eleven had told Fang Xing in the past. This kind of magic weapon, unless the cultivator's magic power was profound and the magic weapon contained enough power to resist the natural law of the gourd, would be sucked into the gourd as soon as it approached. The principle was very simple. It was simply like an open storage bag, and the mouth of the bag had a terrible gravitational force that would take away everything it encountered.
However, if Fang Xing's cultivation was a little higher, such as the cultivation of the thunder technique had reached the realm of the Dragon King, he would be able to control all the thunder and lightning at will. Then even the gourd would not be able to take away his magic. Or if he operated the magic weapon to the realm of will, the power attached to it was greater than the gravitational force of the gourd, then the magic weapon would naturally not be pulled away and could be taken back.
Unfortunately, since this gourd was regarded as the sect's treasure by the Talisman Tool Dao, it was naturally extraordinary. If it was in the hands of the Talisman Tool Dao, even the Yuanying great cultivators of the same generation as him would not dare to casually use their magic weapon in front of this gourd.
The Talisman Weapon Path's Dao Master had originally given this treasure to Zhao Changhe as a last resort, just in case. Unfortunately, Zhao Changhe's arrogance had exceeded the Talisman Weapon Path's Dao Master's imagination. In order to intimidate his opponent, he had taken it out from the very beginning, intending to use this treasure to crush Fang Xing.
Rumble!
Zhao Changhe drove the thunder dragon under his feet and once again rushed towards Fang Xing.
The most unfair battle in history unfolded. In the face of Zhao Changhe's attack, Fang Xing almost had no power to fight back.
In other words, it was useless to fight back, it was just to let the opponent gain more.
The gourd formed by the Immortal Vine could not only absorb the power of magic, but also the magic weapon of others. Its function was simply heaven defying.
"Little devil, I heard that you followed the Dragon God to cultivate the secret technique. Did he teach you the Dragon Clan's Thunder Controlling Technique?"
Zhao Changhe's voice rumbled, "I am also skilled in the Thunder Technique. Among the same generation in the Divine Continent, it is difficult to find a match. I wanted to fight with you, but with your proficiency in the Thunder Technique, you can't even escape the attraction of this gourd. It is obvious that you are not strong enough. It is not worth fighting with you. If you are smart, you will obediently accept my suppression and give me the secret technique that the Dragon God taught you. Perhaps, I will leave your corpse intact!"
"Bastard, do you really think I have no more moves?"
Fang Xing was chased around in the air. He was angry and cursed as he pondered.
"Ha, you better have more tricks up your sleeves. Use the power of magic to attract the nourishment of this treasure. This magic weapon will belong to the Talisman Tool Dao. In the future, it will be distributed to the disciples of the Talisman Tool Dao!" Zhao Changhe laughed loudly and used all kinds of tricks.
"Damn you, you dare to take advantage of me?"
Fang Xing's heart was also stirred. A bold idea rose from the bottom of his heart.
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