Boom! Boom! Boom!
The cultivators at the foot of the Pilgrimage Mountain did not have much time to be shocked. In the blink of an eye, the two figures in the sky collided with each other after the smoke and clouds dissipated. The Demonic Cloud and the Chaos Grindstone collided, causing an earth-shattering shockwave. Huge waves tore through the Void and scattered Divine Light disturbed the Heavens and Earth. The rocks nearby were sent flying and rained down in all directions. A terrifying crack even appeared on a large stone wall near them …
Then, in front of Cong Xiu's horrified eyes, Song Guichan's body was pushed back by Fang Xing like a meteor. Almost in an instant, the trident in the hand of the Divine Son of the Pure Yang Sect and the vast Demonic Cloud of Vengeful Souls that he was riding were crushed by the Great Chaotic Grindstone. In the next moment, he was hit by the endless divine light that Fang Xing had activated by pushing the Great Yin-Yang Grindstone in reverse. For a moment, his eight extraordinary meridians, bones, and internal organs were shattered at the same time. Even his Divine Soul suffered irreparable Dao injuries. He spat out a mouthful of blood and slammed into a stone wall.
The wind and clouds surged and the Heavens and Earth changed color.
After an unknown period of time, the scattered Divine Light in the sky gradually dissipated and the shattered Void was restored to its original state.
Only Fang Xing was left standing quietly in the Void. After a long time, he looked around in a daze. His body swayed a few times and he suddenly lost the ability to fly. He fell to the ground like a piece of wood.
"Brother, you won …"
Although the Great Golden Crow's feathers were mostly destroyed by the lightning, its vitality was too strong and it did not suffer any injuries. It rushed over in time to catch Fang Xing and carefully placed him on the ground. Fang Xing took a few light steps and stood on the stone steps of the Pilgrimage Mountain. He felt a little unsteady when he stood, but after swaying a few times, he managed to stand firmly on the ground.
There was a stone staircase in front of him that led straight to the top of the Pilgrimage Mountain.
Ten formations!
He made it!
At that moment, no one on the mountain or at the foot of the mountain spoke. The silence was unbearable and it was extremely strange.
How was this possible?
Junior Nan Zhan succeeded in breaking through the formation?
At this moment, all of them, including the cultivators of Nan Zhan, would rather believe that there was something wrong with their eyes.
"Hahahaha …"
Amidst the long silence, an old man's laughter suddenly rang out. The cultivators looked over and saw that the person laughing was Old Monster Wan Luo, who was sitting cross-legged under an ancient pine tree. When this old man tried to break through the formation, he was seriously injured and his expression was extremely unsightly. However, at this moment, his face was glowing and he laughed loudly. At the same time, he turned to the direction of the North Three Dao Masters and shouted with all his strength, "You once asked me what abilities I had to dare to boast in front of you. Now, you should know what abilities I have!"
"This old man's greatest ability is having a good disciple!"
The Dao Masters of the Northern Three Dao all heard his words. Especially the Dao Master of the Talisman Tool Dao who had shouted at him, his face turned extremely ugly.
This old man Nan Zhan was really merciless in humiliating others!
As he laughed loudly, his expression was extremely joyous and full of vigor. To him, not only did he see Fang Xing break through the ten formations consecutively and accomplish something that the five old men could not do, he also saw Fang Xing use the Yin Yang Millstone that he had taught him at the end. It was an earth-shattering technique that struck the divine son of the Pure Yang Path down to the mortal world. This was what made him most excited.
"Hahahaha … Good disciple … Good disciple … Good disciple …"
Old Monster Wan Luo laughed loudly and shouted repeatedly. Then, his voice gradually weakened and his vitality gradually faded.
"Senior …"
By the time Dragon Lady realized that something was wrong and hurried over to help him, Old Monster Wan Luo's smile had already frozen.
In the formation, he had almost used up all his spiritual power. In the eighth formation, he was also beaten up by Zhao Changhe. Although he was saved by Li Hongyi and did not die on the spot, and after Fang Xing appeared and fed him a few elixirs made from Blood Lotus Seeds, he was still unable to turn the situation around. It was already the old man's fortune that he was able to hold on until Fang Xing succeeded in breaking through the formation.
"Dead?"
At this moment, on the Pilgrimage Mountain, Fang Xing who was staggering suddenly felt something and turned back to look, his eyes filled with fear.
Even though he had already seen that Old Monster Wan Luo's lifespan was running out and he would not be able to hold on for much longer, he still felt as if a piece of his heart was missing when he suddenly felt his aura fading away. It was empty and his legs even felt a little weak.
"Junior Brother Fang, you have fulfilled Senior Wan Luo's last wish!"
Just then, someone forcefully called out Fang Xing's name, rousing him from his stupor.
It was Li Hongyi, forcefully reminding Fang Xing to hurry up the mountain to offer incense.
Even though he had already broken through the ten formations, if he did not offer this incense, his fate would still not be settled.
"Offer incense …"
Fang Xing murmured to himself as he took out the green sandalwood incense that he had pinned behind his ear.
Speaking of which, it was strange. Along the way, they had experienced countless battles, passed through innumerable difficulties, suffered heavy casualties, and blood flowed like rivers. But under such circumstances, this cyan sandalwood was still intact, without the slightest sign of being damaged.
With an extremely strange feeling in his heart, Fang Xing slowly walked up the Pilgrimage Mountain with heavy steps.
"He … he really broke through the ten formations?"
It was only when they saw Fang He walking up the Pilgrimage Mountain with the green sandalwood incense in his hand that someone came to their senses and cried out.
It was like a catalyst that suddenly caused countless discussions.
The cultivators at the foot of the mountain were in chaos!
That little fiend actually succeeded in breaking through the ten formations?
What kind of joke was this? How could he possibly defeat the Pure Yang Sect's divine son who was known to be invincible below Yuanying?
Some people even wondered why the Pure Yang Sect's divine son had manifested a demonic form.
If the person who was sent flying by the little fiend who rode on a demonic cloud was really the Pure Yang Sect's divine son, it would be too shocking.
All kinds of confusion and disbelief caused the cultivators at the foot of the mountain to go crazy.
"Are we just going to let him offer incense just like that?"
Huangfu Zizhu, who was next to the three Northern Dao Masters, also reacted. His expression changed drastically as he growled in a low voice.
None of the three Dao Masters answered him. The Pure Yang Sect Master had already separated a wisp of Divine Consciousness to check on Song Guichan's life and death, as well as to think of a way to deal with the trouble caused by Song Guichan's manifestation of his demonic form. As for the Yin Spirit Dao Master and the Talisman Dao Master, one had an indifferent expression while the other had a strange expression. No one knew what they were thinking about. After some time, a smile appeared on the Yin Spirit Dao Master's face.
"He broke through the ten formations. Logically speaking, he should go up the mountain. What can we do?"
After a long time, the Yin Spirit Dao Old Woman spoke first. She spoke coldly, but a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.
She turned her head and looked at Tea Tea Fairy, who was sitting cross-legged on the other corner of the Pilgrimage Mountain. Her eyes were full of praise as she thought to herself, "Tea Tea can indeed always make the right choice after cultivating Fate Skills. Now that one of the Talisman Dao Master and the Pure Yang Sect's divine sons is dead, and the other is about to die, their reputations are ruined. Tea Tea is now fully deserving of being the number one among the young cultivators in the Northern Region …"
Meanwhile, Huangfu Zizhu's brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were cold and fierce.
He had indeed not expected Fang Xing to break through the ten formations. His original plan was to add fuel to the fire. When the news of him breaking through the formations spread throughout the Divine Prefecture, the three Dao Masters of the Three Northern Paths had no choice but to agree that after Nan Zhan established his Dao, the Huangfu Clan would step forward and settle this matter. At the same time, they could also get rid of the little devil in exchange for the favor of the sects in the Northern Region. They could also avenge the humiliation of Huangfu Daozi being beheaded that year!
However, the development of the situation now was beyond his expectations. The little devil actually succeeded in breaking through the formations?
What should they do?
The Huangfu Clan had already made preparations. As long as the little devil lost this formation, they would give the order to make the little devil fall into the hands of thousands of people. Think about it, the little devil had failed to break through the formations, and at this juncture, he was cast aside by Nan Zhan and the others. How satisfying would that be? Only then could the sects in the Northern Region vent their anger, and also let the Huangfu Clan vent their anger!
However, the little devil had surprisingly succeeded in establishing his Dao. Things were already very difficult to control. At least, now was not a good time to make things difficult for them.
"Haha, did the Huangfu Clan not expect this?"
At this moment, the Dao Master of the Talisman Tool Path looked coldly at the Pilgrimage Mountain and said to Huangfu Zizhu in a neutral tone.
Huangfu Zizhu heard the resentment in his words, and a layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his back. He hurriedly bowed and said, "Please calm your anger, Sect Master. Although this matter was unexpected, it is not out of our control. Even if this little devil passed the ten formations, he still does not have the right to establish his Path. As long as we obtain the decree, his position of representing Nan Zhan to pass the formations and establish his Path will no longer be able to stand. The cultivators of the north region can do their best to kill him!"
The Talisman Weapon Path's Path Lord glanced at Dexterity Sect's Elder Dezhao, who was seated cross-legged not far away, as well as the Wen, Yun, and Mu Clan clansmen who were crowding around him. His gaze suddenly turned exceptionally cruel as he said coldly, "I've let your HuangFu Clan off lightly. I've agreed to the matter of establishing the Dao, but if you want to get along peacefully in the future, apart from this kid's head, I'll double the conditions those old bastards in your clan brought up after you've taken control of the Nan Zhan orthodoxy …"
"Yes … Yes …"
With no other choice, Huangfu Zizhu could only agree. At the same time, hatred surged in the depths of his eyes. After he took the Dharmic Decree that he had prepared in advance, but had yet to receive the dharmic seal of the Northern Three Dao Master, when he saw that Fang Xing was about to ascend the Pilgrimage Mountain, he immediately gave a look to the circle of Nan Zhan cultivators that was not far away, and strode forward. All of a sudden, he shouted, "Little devil, stop!"
Boom!
His shout immediately attracted countless surprised or puzzled gazes.
Not far away, the Dragon Monarch even let out a long sigh. His gaze was extremely complicated.
After Huangfu Zizhu attracted Zhu Xiu's gaze, he took a step forward and shouted sternly, "What right do you have to establish the Dao on behalf of Nan Zhan?"
The Goddess of the Path of Yin, Tea Tea Fairy, lowered her head and calculated with her fingers. She sighed softly and muttered to herself, "Still an abandoned pawn …"
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