The Demonic Cloud had completely gathered, and the world was dark, as if it had fallen into an eternal night.
Fang Xing fell straight down. However, there were simply too many Demon Spirits around him. They surrounded him, biting and tearing at him, causing his powerless body to float in the air. He had no one to rely on, causing the speed of his fall to slow down. Fang Xing knew that there was no chance for him to survive. He let go of his worries and changed to a more comfortable position. Crossing his legs, he allowed those ferocious and violent Demon Spirits to gather around him and send him to the next world.
Xiao Man …
Jin Liuzi …
Senior Brother Zhu …
Silly Qiaoqiao …
Old Evil King …
Big Dragon Lady …
And that honest girl Chu Ci … I heard that she has been waiting for me in the Chu royal court, but I have no time to go there.
"Sigh, forget it!"
Originally, I wanted to go back to the past, but when I thought about it, I felt that there were too many memories, so I simply stopped thinking about it.
But even though I said I don't want to think about it, I still can't help thinking about it. I thought about Senior Sister Lingyun who went to the Northern Demon Land to find me, and later fought with Fox Fairy in front of the Demon Palace, and finally won. I also thought about Big Dragon Lady who has become the Goddess of the Four Seas …
I also thought about Uncle Eleven who is somewhere, dead or alive, and the ten wives he promised me …
"I still don't want to die …"
The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he felt. Fang Xing couldn't help but murmur, "I haven't married the ten wives Uncle Eleven said …"
His originally quiet heart, at this moment, became restless again.
Damn it, I can't die!
There are beauties in this world, beautiful and charming, and I haven't slept with them all, how can I be willing to die?
There are treasures in this world, priceless treasures, and I haven't robbed them all, how can I be willing to die?
There are bitches in this world, sinister and ugly, and I haven't killed them all, how can I be willing to die?
This is a colorful world, and I haven't had enough of it yet. You guys can die if you want, but I won't die anyway …
As soon as one thought arose, thousands of thoughts arose. Fang Xing's originally dim eyes suddenly lit up. Some strength rose from his body and he shook off the countless demon spirits that were rushing towards him. He gathered his strength …
He began to shout, "Help …"
…
…
If there was really no other way and he didn't want to die, he could only call for help.
The sound waves rolled out and spread in all directions, but no one answered. Almost all of the Huangfu clansmen had died, so who would come to save them?
However, just as he was shouting for help, there was a sudden change in the sky. The demonic clouds that had gathered above his head and blocked out all the light in the sky started to surge again. A sword light flashed, and a gap was cut open in the demonic clouds. A man walked in slowly with his hands behind his back.
The man was dressed in white and had white hair. His sleeves fluttered in the wind, making him look like an immortal.
And behind the man, there was someone else.
A monk with a height of eight feet and a body covered in golden light walked in. He walked towards a spot in the void, sat down cross-legged, and chanted scriptures.
After the monk, there were more people. One by one, monks entered the demonic clouds and occupied a spot.
There was a total of eighteen people, and all of them had Invincible Golden Bodies. They sat in the void, and the ancient scriptures echoed in the void.
Even the surging demonic intent in the Huangfu Clan's territory was suppressed by their chanting.
The thousands of violent demon spirits actually had a trace of clarity at this moment.
As for the white-robed man, he took a step forward. With a wave of his sleeves, he swept away the demon spirits around Fang Xing's body that were tearing and tearing at him. Then, he carried the crippled Fang Xing in his arms. On his incomparably handsome face, there was a gentle smile as he lowered his head to look at Fang Xing.
"Ten … Uncle Eleven, why are you here?"
Fang Xing tried his best to open his eyes wide to make sure that he was not hallucinating. He stammered after a while.
Uncle Eleven, Bai Qianzhang, whom he had not seen since they parted ways in the Blue Cloud Sect, suddenly appeared in front of him.
The scene was too dreamy, and Uncle Eleven did not look like a mortal. For a moment, Fang Xing could not tell if it was real or not.
"My disciple is asking for help, how can I not come?"
Bai Qianzhang said mockingly. There seemed to be an infinite force on his arms, and it was channeled into Fang Xing's body to suppress his pain.
"Ah, this is so embarrassing …"
Fang Xing wanted to raise his hand to cover his face, but his arms were so sore that he could not cover his face.
"Haha …"
Bai Qianzhang laughed out loud, and his voice was extremely joyful.
"You … you are from the Spiritual Mountain Temple … do you want to be enemies with the Huangfu family?"
From the side, a panicked and angry voice rang out. The demonic clouds in the sky parted once more, and a figure fell into the clouds in panic, holding a large flag to protect himself. He roared angrily at the golden monks in the sky. It was Huangfu Jingduan. This old man had also returned into the demonic clouds, and it looked like he had been forced back by someone. And above his head, there was indeed a three-zhang tall monk in gray robes, holding a white-haired girl in his arms. He was staring at him, his aura surging, gathering and dispersing into nothingness.
Wine and Meat Monk. It was the Wine and Meat Monk that he had met once in the Blue Cloud Sect.
"You still want to leave after bullying my disciple?"
Bai Qianzhang looked at Huangfu Jingduan with a faint smile, but his eyes were cold.
"Your disciple? You … little devil, since when did you have anything to do with the Spiritual Mountain Temple? "
Huangfu Jingduan's expression was as if he had swallowed a fly. The veins on his neck were bulging, and his voice was hoarse. "And he came to destroy our Huangfu family, saying that I bullied him. Nonsense. Does the Spiritual Mountain Temple want to help the evildoer?"
At this moment, his heart was burning with rage, and he was simply enraged. Earlier, after he escaped from the demonic clouds, he was blocked by Monk Jiu Rou. After a few moves, he was unable to escape and was forced back into the demonic clouds. He was extremely shocked, and he could not help but have a terrifying thought. Could it be that the Spiritual Mountain Temple was finally going to break off relations with the Huangfu family?
"Bring me this little devil!"
With all these thoughts intertwined, he did not have time to think carefully. He roared and rushed towards Bai Qianzhang, reaching out to grab Fang Xing.
As the Yuanying Patriarch, he was clear-headed and knew what to do at this time!
Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately took action to snatch Fang Xing and use him as a threat.
Wine and Meat Monk, who blocked his way, had a profound cultivation base. He knew that he was no match for him, so he wanted to snatch Fang Xing from the white-haired man's hands. As long as he got the little devil in his arms, he would have a chance to live today …
Rumble!
The Destruction Dharma Form was activated to the extreme, and the big hand covered the sky and earth, causing ripples in the void. The power was shocking, and it directly locked a part of the void. Like a giant palm, it fiercely grabbed the slender man in white.
The situation was too serious, so he used all his strength.
However, in the face of this palm, the man in white did not even look at him. He just freed a hand and pointed a finger in the air. It seemed light, but it was full of Dao and mystery. It was obviously impossible to hit Huangfu Jingduan, whether it was the distance or the size of the shape. However, this finger pointed over, and Huangfu Jingduan's head came closer and was hit.
"Uh …"
All of Huangfu Jingduan's roars were stuck in his throat, and the huge Dharma Form stiffened.
With this finger, his Dharma Form rapidly shrank and flowed back into his body. Then, cracks appeared on his body, and after a while, it suddenly shattered like porcelain. The fragments turned into flying sand and disappeared into the void. In the place where the body stopped, there was only a small Huangfu Jingduan left. His hair and beard were still there, and his body was covered in purple light, and his expression was dull.
"In the past three thousand years, the biggest joke in Nan Zhan is the Huangfu Clan!"
The white-haired man said lightly, and then with a flick of his finger, even this Yuanying Dharma Form was destroyed.
From the beginning to the end, he had only moved one finger, and a Nascent Soul cultivator was killed without anyone noticing.
"You … you killed the Yuanying Patriarch?"
Fang Xing was already very tired, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but cry out in a low voice.
Bai Qianzhang smiled faintly and looked down at him. "It has nothing to do with me. You killed him!"
"Aiya, damn, you want me to take the blame for you …"
Fang Xing rolled his eyes. "Uncle Eleven, I don't want to criticize you, but what you did was really not right. How can you live up to your demeanor as an expert? After so many years, I still think of you as a good person. When you're not busy robbing people, I miss you quite a bit. In the end, when we meet, you make me a big scapegoat. Tell me, how am I supposed to feel? Other than your hair is white, your heart is black …"
Fang Xing couldn't stop talking. Bai Qianzhang couldn't help but smile bitterly and pointed his finger.
"You'd better shut up!"
"Uh …"
Fang Xing glared at Bai Qianzhang, wanting to object. However, his eyelids couldn't help but feel heavy and sleepy.
On the other hand, Bai Qianzhang held Chen Xi in his arms as they slowly descended to the bottom of the lake. Right at the bottom of the lake was an inconspicuous three level altar at the side of the black prison that Fang Xing had broken open. On the first level of the altar were a few tens of black pearls that revolved around. Every single one of them was crystalline and translucent, yet strands of strange black qi surged ceaselessly within them. They seemed to be extraordinarily profound and contained powerful Dao Energy.
Bai Qianzhang waved his sleeves and kept the dozens of pearls into his sleeves. After that, his movements paused for a moment and two more pearls flew out from his sleeves. One was stuffed into Fang Xing's mouth, while the other was stuffed into the mouth of Xiao Xue, who was surrounded by a monk's golden Buddhist aura. After that, he circulated his mana and wrote a line of flamboyant words on the first layer of the altar, "This matter was done by Fang Xing!"
After he finished writing, he lowered his head and looked at it. After feeling very satisfied, he waved his sleeves again.
The first layer of the altar was opened by him, revealing the next layer of the altar. It was a shallow layer of liquid, radiating with a treasure light.
Bai Qianzhang took out a porcelain bottle and kept the shallow layer of liquid, leaving not a single drop behind. After that, he wrote another line of words.
"It was done by Fang Xing!"
After taking the items from the second layer of the altar, Bai Qianzhang smiled and looked at the third layer of the altar. He said in a low voice, "The Huangfu Clan sealed thousands of Great Demon Spirits in the Black Lake. It was equivalent to suppressing the once prosperous Demon Clan's foundation in this lake. For thousands of years, they extracted their essence for their own use. Firstly, it could be used to help the Huangfu Clan's cultivators comprehend the power of the Withered Netherworld and cultivate the Art of Divine Destruction. Secondly, it was used to nurture the rare Black Lake Essence, which could help the cultivators resist the Lightning Tribulation. Thirdly, it was the world's most precious Spiritual Liquid of Creation that could heal one's soul. Ten thousand Spiritual Essences couldn't be exchanged for a single drop … However, the most precious one was the one that was sealed at the bottom of the lake from the beginning …"
With a wave of his sleeves, the second layer of the altar was revealed, revealing the lowest layer of the altar.
At the bottom, there was only a piece of irregularly enshrouded treasure light. It was only the size of a fist, and it changed its shape from time to time. As soon as this light appeared, the demonic clouds that filled the sky were swept away. The tens of thousands of Demon Spirits that were originally violent and killing each other, but were suppressed by the eighteen Golden Arhats in the sky, and their Devil Will was greatly restrained. At this moment, it seemed as if they had suddenly regained a bit of consciousness. The Devil Will became stronger, and the entire sky was shaken by the Devil Will.
However, at this moment, the chanting of the eighteen Golden Arhats in the sky also became stronger, and they suppressed the tens of thousands of Demon Spirits again.
Bai Qianzhang didn't even look at the group of Demon Spirits. He only looked at the treasure light that was constantly changing, and his voice was low and deep. Bit by bit, it was transmitted into the consciousness of the unconscious Fang Xing, "The Dao Source of Ten Thousand Spirits … The reason why the Huangfu Clan was able to seal the tens of thousands of Demon Spirits in the Blackwater Lake and prevent them from escaping was because of the ancient seal passed down by their ancestors. However, to ensure that these dead Demon Spirits wouldn't dissipate after three thousand years, they relied on this ball of Dao Source that was extracted from the bodies of the tens of thousands of Demon Spirits … Hehe, the illusory birth of Yin and Yang, and the changes are endless. Everything in the world doesn't have a foundation. If there wasn't this Dao Source that was born to the extreme, how could the Blackwater Lake Spirit be born to the extreme?"
At this point, his expression suddenly became solemn. He raised his desolate voice and spread across the void, "My friends from the Demon Race, my disciple helped you break the seal for three thousand years. In return, how about you use the Dao Source from when you were alive to repair his Dao foundation?"
"Roar …"
In the void, the suppressed Demon Spirits seemed to know that they were about to lose their most precious thing even though they had lost their consciousness. At this moment, they roared in unison and struggled with all their might, as if they wanted to stop the white-haired man from taking their most precious thing. That kind of crazy struggle burst out at the same time, and it was almost impossible for the eighteen arhats to suppress them.
However, Bai Qianzhang didn't care. With a wave of his sleeve, the ball of treasure light flew up and went straight into Fang Xing's body.
At this moment, a strange change occurred in Fang Xing's body. Wisps of spirituality seemed to be rushing out of his body.
As Bai Qianzhang's ten fingers flew across his body, numerous runes were branded on the surface of his body. They were like layers of spider webs that wrapped around Fang Xing's body, completely sealing the ball of treasure light that contained spirituality inside his body.
After that, he chuckled softly and waved his sleeve, leaving a line of words on the altar on the third layer.
"Fang Xing's master did it!"
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