There were actually people who were looking forward to Fang Xing's arrival?
The reaction of the Zhenyuan Tribe's cultivators was beyond Wang Qiong's and the others' expectations. They even felt that there was something wrong with their eyes. When they first heard Fang Xing's name, the fear on the faces of the cultivators was not faked. But later on, looking at their excited and excited expressions, it was clearly not fake. What was going on? It could be said that Fang Xing's reputation in the cultivation world was not weak. People called him a little devil, and there were even those who were mischievous and directly called him the "mouse shit of the cultivation world". Not to mention that people would beat him up, at least people would avoid him and not provoke him. Why did the Zhenyuan Tribe's cultivators look forward to his arrival so much?
Even Fang Xing was stunned. He had never been so popular in his life!
He awkwardly withdrew his arm and said shyly, "Brother, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't be touchy …"
The Zhenyuan Tribe's cultivator also felt that he was too close. He quickly took a step back, bowed again, and said with a smile, "I was too excited. Friend Fang, ah no, Spiritual Master Fang, please come in. We heard that you entered the Devil's Abyss, and we have been waiting for you!"
After saying that, he jumped off the toad, passed the official seal, and led the way with the other cultivators on their spiritual beasts.
"Be careful!"
Fang Xing and Wang Qiong and the others looked at each other, keeping a vigilance in their hearts.
Although the enthusiasm of these people did not seem to be fake, along the way, they had encountered too many opponents, so it was better to be careful.
These cultivators, however, led Fang Xing directly into a slope, and gradually walked towards the place where the runes were projected. On the way, they also encountered many cultivators, each of whom was fully armored, and appeared to be personally participating in the battle. They were distributed everywhere to guard. After listening to the lead cultivator's explanation, Fang Xing then learned that the Zhenyuan Tribe had entered the Devil's Abyss far earlier than the other cultivators. In the name of the Sage, they seized the first opportunity, and those cultivators who rushed in later had mostly been led here by them to gather together and compete for the good fortune.
"Hehe, someone else has come in. I wonder which sect's disciple is he from?"
When they saw Fang Xing and the others climbing in on a toad that was as tall as a small hill, many people showed up and asked with a smile.
As for the people who had led Fang Xing and the others in, they also answered with a smile, "It's Fellow Daoist from Nan Zhan..."
"Hehe … Nan Zhan …"
Someone subconsciously sneered when he heard that.
Then, the cultivator who led Fang Xing in deliberately added, "… His name is Fang Xing!"
"Ah ye …"
When someone heard this name, he immediately fell from the tree.
Someone immediately pulled out his weapon as if he was facing a great formation …
There was even one who cursed, "F * ck", threw his weapon, and ran away …
"Is there a need to be so exaggerated?"
Fang Xing rolled his eyes, looking as if he didn't understand.
The cultivator who led Fang Xing and the others looked at each other and sighed in unison. "Is there a need …"
Someone said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Fang … Forget it, I'll call you Senior Brother Fang. A few days ago, the news of you destroying the Longevity Sword and crippling the successor of the Grand Supreme Daoist Orthodoxy has spread to the Devil Abyss. Moreover, there are many rumors in the world that you like to rob others. You're so powerful that not many people can protect their storage pouches when they encounter you. Who wouldn't be afraid of you? To be honest, if I knew you were the one who came this time, I would've left my storage pouch in my cave abode … "
"Oh, does that mean you still have your storage pouch with you?"
Fang Xing's eyes brightened as he looked at Fang Xing's waist.
"Uh …"
The cultivator did not say anything. He quietly took a few steps away from Fang Xing.
Fang Xing did not joke with him. To be honest, with his current status and wealth, how could an ordinary cultivator's storage pouch catch his eye? He teased them and asked, "If others are so afraid of me, why aren't you guys?"
The cultivators looked at each other. The leader smiled bitterly and said, "Come to think of it, Fellow Daoist Fang, please come inside and talk to the general!"
They entered the place where the runes were projected. There were towering mountains here, and the terrain was treacherous. There was a large river that ran from the north to the south. The water was cold and gloomy. Even from five kilometers away, they could already feel the Yin aura from the river. According to the cultivator who led them here, the river was called the Lunar River. It was a river of death in the Devil Abyss. Not even a goose feather could float, and not even a blade of grass could grow. Countless Yin spirits and ghouls floated in the river, and it contained the power of a great curse. Even a Yuanying cultivator's body would dim after entering the river.
In front of the Lunar River, on the cliff, there were cultivators who had set up a great formation, facing the opposite bank of the river.
Beside the formation, there were palaces, tents, and cave dwellings that were nested on the mountain walls. Countless cultivators, either alone or in groups, were stationed here. Many of them were injured, and some of them had gloomy expressions on their faces. The entire atmosphere seemed to be extremely dispirited …
"If it's the army of the mortal world, with such an imposing manner, they will definitely lose the battle …"
Fang Xing muttered in his heart as he walked.
Back in the Ghost Smoke Valley, his big uncle was born in the army. Later, he lost his position and became a bandit. He often told Fang Xing about military formations. Although Fang Xing didn't study seriously, he still knew a little and could see some laymen's ways. It was also because of his big uncle's background that he always had a good impression of people in the army, and he usually robbed them.
Of course, in the mortal world, bandits robbing an army was courting death, and in the cultivation world, it was very rare to see an army formed by cultivators. Thus, even after muddling around for such a long time, he had never had the chance to come into contact with an army.
After passing through the gate guarded by ten cultivators, they followed a smooth mountain path to a palace that was set up on the mountainside. The cultivator who led them in quickly entered and stood in front of the palace. He reported loudly, "Reporting to General, Fellow Nan Zhan Fang Xing has been invited …"
"Nan Zhan Fang Xing?"
"He's that little demon famous throughout the four regions?"
"Shh, what demon? He's still a person of my Divine Prefecture. Even if he's called a demon, he's not a true demon!"
"I wonder if he can …"
"Based on his vicious reputation, he should be able to …"
This shout attracted the attention of many people. Their eyes were filled with surprise and enthusiasm as they looked at them.
Although there were many people whose eyes were filled with unerasable fear and alarm, there were even more people who were secretly excited.
"Fellow Daoist Fang has graced us with your presence. Zhao Yatong, please forgive me for not coming out to greet you!"
A clear voice rang out. Raising their heads, they saw several cultivators walk out of Fang Xing's palace. The one at the front was dressed in bright red armor, with a massive red sword almost as tall as a person strapped to his back. He was tall and sturdy, and his voice was clear and bright. At his side were four or five cultivators. Their status was clearly different from that of ordinary cultivators. Two of them wore black armor of the same standard and seemed to be cultivators of the Abyss Subduing Tribe. As for the other three, they wore noble daoist robes that were extremely conspicuous amidst the armor and battle robes.
"Haha, well said, well said!"
Fang Xing clasped his hands and turned to glance at Wang Qiong.
Wang Qiong understood and transmitted her voice to explain, "Looking at the red armor this person is wearing, he should be one of the Ten Generals of the Abyss Suppressing Tribe. The Abyss Suppressing Tribe is the line of defense against the Demonic Abyss. The Divine Continent attaches great importance to it and has sent many experts to oversee it. Among them, the one with the highest status is known as the Abyss Suppressing Master, which is held by the Dao Masters of the various Great Dao Orthodoxies. Every three hundred years, the rest of the people are held in a rotation every one hundred years. Under the control of the Abyss Suppressing Master, there has always been a Ten Generals. They are the ten most powerful people in the Abyss Suppressing Tribe. Generally speaking, the Ten Generals are all Nascent Soul cultivators.
Fang Xing gave a slight nod. He understood this person's identity!
This person had become one of the Ten Generals of the Abyss Subduing Tribe at the Jindan Realm, so his strength was certainly not ordinary. Moreover, if the other Ten Generals were Yuanying, they would definitely not be able to enter the Demon Abyss. Thus, this person was assuredly a representative of the Abyss Subduing Tribe …
This person personally came to the palace to greet him respectfully, which was considered giving him face.
"Fellow Fang, please come in and discuss important matters with us!"
The general in red armor covered his face, making it impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman. He spoke very politely and respectfully.
"General is too polite, please come in!"
Fang Xing originally did not dislike those in the military. Coupled with this person's politeness, he also had a smile on his face.
There were not many times in his life when he was so easy to talk to.
For a moment, the atmosphere was harmonious, and they were about to enter the palace. But at this moment, someone suddenly laughed softly, a somewhat ear-piercing sound.
Fang Xing turned his head to look at the person and saw that it was a man dressed in a noble robe. Judging from his clothes, he should not be a member of the Abyss Subduing Tribe. Most likely, like himself, he was invited here after entering the depths of the Demon Abyss. This person was thin and had slender eyes. He was looking at Fang Xing with some disdain. However, after meeting Fang Xing's gaze, he coughed lightly and looked in another direction as if nothing had happened. He walked two steps forward, lowered his head, and moved closer to the person beside him.
His lips moved slightly, as if he was transmitting his voice to that person. After a long while, both of them revealed a contemptuous smile at the same time. They raised their heads and glanced at Fang Xing indifferently. Then, they ignored Fang Xing, who was walking a little behind them, and swaggered into the palace first …
No one noticed this small movement. The General in red embellishment was still politely leading the way, and the cultivators on both sides bowed to greet them.
"Junior Brother, keep an eye on those two guys. If there's a chance, beat them up!"
Fang Xing, who was a little behind, immediately turned his head and whispered to Shinsyu.
"Why do you want to beat them up again?"
Wang Qiong's ears were sharp, but she heard this and looked at him in confusion.
"I don't like them!"
Fang Xing replied in a righteous and confident manner, causing Wang Qiong to be speechless.
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