Whip after whip, he forced the Talisman Weapons Path Master to lower his head.
I'm not in a hurry. Your Talisman Weapons Path's Divine Son's body is strong enough, so try to stall for time. Think about it slowly and admit defeat to me once you're done. If you admit defeat, you'll be able to bring back a Divine Son who's still alive. However, you'll have to follow the terms of the Life and Death Contract and obediently allow Nan Zhan to establish his Dao. No matter how difficult the remaining two formations are, I won't attempt them. I'll take advantage of them first.
Everyone else thought that the Life and Death Contract was made by Fang Xing to ensure that he didn't kill anyone. They never thought that if he wanted to kill someone, why would he need to make a contract? His real motive was to use the contract to achieve his goal.
Anyway, he had already gotten his revenge in the eighth formation. No matter how annoying Pure Yang Dao Son Song Guichan was, he had taken advantage of him, killed his woman and slapped his face in front of everyone. If anyone wanted revenge, he should be the one looking for him. He could just find a safe place to recuperate and wait for him to take his revenge. There was no need for him to continue with the remaining two formations.
He was clearly forcing the Talisman Weapons Path Master to make a decision!
The Talisman Weapons Path Master was extremely anxious. Fang Xing wasn't impatient at all. Whip after whip, he had a sense of rhythm.
"Little devil, you're really ruthless …"
In this maddening atmosphere, even the Talisman Tool Path's Path Master had a sinister look on his face.
He turned to look at the Pure Yang Dao Master and the Spirit Yin Dao Master and exchanged a few words with them. He seemed to have made a decision.
He looked coldly at Fang Xing on the mountain and was ready to save him.
He had to save him. If he didn't, losing a Divine Son was a small matter, but losing all his disciples was a big deal.
Although there would be people who would think that the Talisman Dao of Crafts had acted on his own because of his Divine Son and agreed to Nan Zhan's request to establish a Dao, there would definitely be many voices of questioning. However, at this time, he couldn't just watch as his Divine Son was beaten to death. Even if he had to pay a huge price to appease the other forces' questioning, he had to speak up and express his stance.
"Little devil, how dare you bully me like this?"
Just as he was about to open his mouth to save them, a furious roar came from the mountain.
The one who spoke was Zhao Changhe. He seemed to be on the verge of death, but at this time, he suddenly gathered all his strength and roared in that direction. His eyes flashed with despair and ruthlessness. As he roared, he glared at Fang Xing viciously, then looked up at the sky and exhaled. It was a long exhale, as if he had spat out all his breath.
There was only exhalation and no inhalation.
As he exhaled, Zhao Changhe's life force rapidly withered and flowed out of his body.
At this moment, Fang Xing's eyes suddenly turned cold.
This bastard was seeking his own death!
Cultivators had strong vitality. No matter how serious their injuries were, as long as they didn't want to die, they could stimulate the infinite vitality in their body to maintain their vitality. If the same injury had been inflicted on an ordinary person, they would have died countless times. However, what Zhao Changhe did at this time was to give up his vitality. His body no longer locked the vitality and let his life dissipate.
After being nailed to the stone tablet by Fang Xing, he didn't even have the ability to self-destruct his Golden Core, but he could still let go of his vitality.
He was already a proud person, but he was whipped like a prisoner by the little devil in front of Nan Zhan and the cultivators of the Divine Prefecture. Zhao Changhe's heart was already filled with despair. Under such circumstances, even if he survived, so what? He fell from the clouds into the mud and could no longer return to the high and mighty feeling of being the Divine Son of the Talisman Weapons Path. Even if he returned to the sect, he would most likely be stripped of his title and become an ordinary disciple. He would never come out and be taught and mocked by others.
More importantly, this little devil had used him as a bargaining chip to establish the Dao in the Divine Prefecture. He would become a sinner.
The situation would develop like this because he had helped cultivator Nan Zhan.
This made Zhao Changhe's heart completely desperate. In shame and anger, he chose to end his own life.
"Smack!"
Fang Xing's last whip landed on Zhao Changhe's body, but Zhao Changhe had already lost all signs of life.
This Divine Son of the Talisman Weapons Path had voluntarily given up his life and became a dead body.
In other words, Fang Xing had really beaten him to death.
"Hey, if you had this kind of ruthlessness, you wouldn't have been defeated by me!"
Fang Xing looked at him coldly. After a while, he suddenly put his palm back to the stone tablet and let him fall to the ground.
At this time, he had to admit that Zhao Changhe was more ruthless than him. At least he couldn't bear to waste his life like this.
Meanwhile, at the foot of the mountain, the cultivators who sensed Zhao Changhe's death were also shocked.
In front of the cultivators of the Northern Region of the Divine Prefecture, including the Talisman Weapons Path's Dao Master, Zhao Changhe, had been beaten to death. This ruthless and cruel scene shocked the Northern Region of the Divine Prefecture. It was destined to become the biggest event in the Northern Region of the Divine Prefecture in the past three hundred years. It was likely that the news would spread for more than a thousand years. The Talisman Weapons Path's Dao Master looked at the scene on the mountain and did not speak for a long time.
He had originally planned to save Zhao Changhe, but he could clearly feel Zhao Changhe's death. However, he did not say a word.
Like a mute, he only looked coldly at the little devil who had put away the stone tablet and Zhao Changhe who had fallen to the ground.
"Boom!"
Just as Zhao Changhe's body was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly made a move. His hand was as large as the sky as it pressed down on the Worship Zen Mountain.
At this moment, the Dragon God's robe fluttered even though there was no wind. His Divine Sense was like a tidal wave that was tied to the Talisman Weapons Path's Dao Master.
The Pure Yang Path and the Spirit Yin Path's Dao Masters were also secretly shocked. They both stood up and looked at the Talisman Weapons Path's Dao Master.
However, they did not make a move. This was because the Talisman Weapons Path's Dao Master's palm was not because he was unable to restrain his anger and attacked Fang Xing. Instead, a gravitational force reached out and caught the lifeless Zhao Changhe off the mountain and held him in his arms. Then, he turned to look at the Dragon God and the other cultivators of the Nan Zhan and turned to leave. When he passed by the Pure Yang Path and the Spirit Yin Path's Dao Master, he stopped and said calmly, "The rules of the Worship Zen Mountain are as great as the sky. There are too many people watching the battle, so I will not make a move!"
He paused and his eyes turned cold. "But after the ten formations, this kid will die …"
The Pure Yang Path and the Spirit Yin Path's Dao Master looked at him and fell silent.
Even they could not control the direction of the situation. At this time, it was useless to say anything.
The Spirit Yin Path's Dao Master frowned as he looked at the ninth formation on the mountain path, as if he was worried about something.
After a long while, the Pure Yang Path's Dao Master said softly, "Even if it is against the rules, we will hand him over to the Talisman Weapons Path for punishment!"
Boom!
Many cultivators of the Nan Zhan heard the Pure Yang Path's Dao Master's words and their hearts were in chaos.
Some of them could not help but scold him. However, they were quickly met with the Talisman Weapons Path's Dao Master's sinister gaze and they immediately kept quiet out of fear.
At this time, Fang Xing and the other juniors of the Nan Zhan had already thrown Zhao Changhe's corpse on the ground. The dignified Talisman Weapons Path's Divine Son had died a horrible death. He had been whipped so badly by the lightning whips that he almost did not look human. Not far away, a group of disciples of the Talisman Weapons Path looked at Fang Xing with deep hatred. They gritted their teeth and a deep sorrow floated above their heads. It was as if the Netherworld had manifested and wanted to devour them.
On the side of the Nan Zhan cultivators, they were also in a miserable state.
A total of 18 people entered the array to help Fang Xing break through. However, no one expected that Fang Xing would break through the sixth formation by himself. They did not help at all. In the seventh formation, the Li Family's siblings helped him a lot. It could be said that Fang Xing broke through the array single-handedly. They did not help either. In the eighth formation, they finally helped, but in a short while, five of them died and seven were injured. Of the 18 people who entered the array, only 13 were left, and one was seriously injured.
"Brat, there's going to be a disaster soon …"
The Dragon God, who was at the foot of the Pilgrimage Mountain, gazed at Fang Xing from afar.
Beside him, on his left and right, were two girls. One was hugging her zither, the other was tightly gripping the corner of her clothes. It was Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci. When the 18 disciples ascended the mountain, the two of them also wanted to go up, but were pulled back by the Dragon God. He pressed them down beside him to prevent them from going up and causing trouble. The two girls did not have the ability to escape from his hands. They could only watch anxiously. The Dragon God only smiled and praised Ying Qiaoqiao's beautiful eyes. At other times, he asked Chu Ci how she maintained her thin waist.
"See, if you went up just now, you would probably be dead now!"
The Dragon God looked at the situation on the Pilgrimage Mountain and said to Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci with a smile.
The two girls did not know what to say, but they were still indignant and held back their anger.
The Dragon God laughed and said, "Don't be angry. I pulled the two of you back because you won't be able to help him if you go up. On the contrary, if you don't go up, you will have a chance to help him, and it will be a real help, not a burden …"
"Se … Senior, what do you mean …"
Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci looked at each other but did not understand the Dragon God's words. After a while, Ying Qiaoqiao asked.
The Dragon God smiled helplessly. After a while, he said, "He will be facing a disaster soon, and only the two of you can help him in that disaster!"
Chu Ci's face turned pale. "Is someone trying to kill him?"
She looked around. Even with her low cultivation, she could see that there were many murderous cultivators in the clouds at the foot of the mountain. There were cultivators from the Yun family, the Wen family, the Mu family, and even the ancestor of the Nimble Technique Sect. They were squatting in the void with murderous intent. Everyone knew that they were here for revenge, and with such strong murderous intent, no one could persuade them otherwise.
However, the Dragon God glanced at the void and shook his head. "It's not this kind of disaster!"
After a pause, he added, "It's much more serious than that!"
Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci were confused, not knowing what the Dragon God was referring to.
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