The cultivators of the Divine Continent naturally did not know that Fang Xing had relatives on the other side of the Devil Abyss. At first, when they saw Fang Xing rashly charging across the other side, they only thought that he was courting his own death. But later, they were shocked by the little devil's abilities and the various magic treasures he had. However, there were naturally no lack of smart people among the Divine Continent cultivators. After Fang Xing consecutively seized more than a dozen mountains, they suddenly realized a problem. The little devil was fierce, but the opponents he encountered were too weak …
Of course, this "weak" did not mean that the opponents were weak. It could be said that the cultivators of the Devil Province who had already taken action were no weaker than the Devil Barbarian who had challenged earlier. Strictly speaking, there were also a few cultivators who were above the Second Severing Realm. But the key problem was that they were too weak compared to Fang Xing. Under the little devil's attack, it was almost impossible for them to withstand a single blow!
He was like a crazy demon, leading a group of big demons to charge left and right, and continuously seized more than a dozen mountains. What kind of concept was this?
It was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep!
Fang Xing was strong. In this fierce battle, he had really revealed his amazing abilities, but the cultivators also understood that there was no lack of experts in the Devil Province. There were many who could fight with Fang Xing, and the little devil had not reached the realm where he could sweep through an entire region and become invincible …
At the very least, the so-called Divine Son of the Ten Great Ancient Clans, who cultivated the human body and the devil appearance, comprehended the True Devil Will, and wandered on the border between being a devil and not being a devil, was also at the peak of combat power. They were simply a group of existences comparable to the monsters in the Central Region!
If any of these people appeared, perhaps any one of them would be enough to stop Fang Xing's ferocious momentum.
At this time, Fang Xing had been killing for a long time, but no one in this group showed up …
The expressions of the cultivators of the Divine Continent who realized this problem gradually changed.
The strength displayed on the other side of the Lunar River was not as strong as they had imagined. Before, this side of the Lunar River had always been under endless pressure, and they were worried that the Devil Province cultivators on the other side of the Lunar River would break through at any time. Only now did they realize that this worry was completely unnecessary. There was not even a single ancient race on the other side of the Lunar River. Instead, there were only a few sects that could not be considered top.
"This is a rare opportunity. Why don't we charge over and help Fellow Daoist Fang?"
After a moment of silence, someone suddenly shouted from the crowd of Divine Prefecture. He was full of fighting spirit. This person was a man in blue armor with an imposing appearance. Some people recognized him as a disciple of a small orthodoxy in the Central Region of Divine Prefecture. His surname was Han and his name was Armored Shi. He was an ally of Meng Qi, a disciple of the collateral family of the Meng family in the Central Region. He was also one of the people who had put in the most effort to fight against Fang Xing. However, at this moment, he surprisingly wanted to fight.
His voice was filled with righteousness, but there was a flicker in his eyes.
"That's right. How can we let Fellow Daoist Fang fight alone? We'll go and help him!"
"We're all in the same boat. Fellow Daoist Fang went deep into the enemy's territory alone and risked his life, but we just stood by and watched. Isn't it shameful?"
"Three days ago, the Divine Son of our tribe was killed by the Devil Barbarian. Now we're going to charge over and vent our anger!"
For a moment, the fighting spirit was high. On the side of the cultivators of the Divine Prefecture, Zhu Xiu and the others all agreed.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, don't panic. I, Han Armored Shi of the Central Region, will lead my tribe's troops to help you!"
"Don't run, kid from the Devil Province. I, the Wei family of the Southern Region, will also come …"
"For the sake of the providence of the Divine Prefecture, so what if we die on the battlefield? Disciples of the Meng Clan, follow me and kill our way across the Taiyin River …"
Rumble! The flames of war were like a prairie fire. None of the troops even discussed with General Red Embellishment and immediately mobilized their troops. They rode on their artifacts and crossed the Taiyin River, charging toward the territory of the Devil Province. Originally, if they wanted to cross the river, the cultivators of the Devil Province would activate the formation and they would be thrown into the river immediately. However, the cultivators of the Devil Province could barely take care of themselves now, so how could they care about them?
Rumble! Rumble!
The cultivators of the various tribes of the Divine Prefecture crossed the river quickly like a tide. They were like fierce tigers out of their cages. They used their magic treasures and divine lights and occupied the mountains one after another. On these mountains, there were still some remaining cultivators of the Devil Province. Occasionally, there would be some resistance, but they were quickly wiped out by them. They stationed their troops and set up a defensive formation, which really reflected the power of the orthodoxy of the Divine Prefecture. They were as fast as lightning.
At this time, the group of Devil Province cultivators finally realized where the problem was. Resentfully, they gave up one mountain after another and retreated to the rear. However, there was no lack of powerful cultivators among them. These people had already deliberately avoided Fang Xing and gathered the remaining people in one place, fighting and retreating at the same time. When they retreated to the valley between the mountains, they withdrew their people. When they retreated, their defense was strict. The powerful cultivators of various tribes joined hands to defend at the front line, staring at Fang Xing who was charging forward and killing with hostility, preventing him from breaking through their formation again …
And Fang Xing did not rush up again. At this time, he had already stopped on a mountain peak. He frowned and looked back.
Behind him, even Shinsyu, Chu Ci, and the green donkey had stopped and were in a daze.
At this time, there were more than a dozen mountains seized by Fang Xing, but they had only set up a formation on seven or eight of them.
However, it was too late for them to set up a formation on the remaining mountains. At this time, they were holding the formation flags in a daze, not knowing what to do …
After the cultivators of the Divine Prefecture crossed the river, they had quickly occupied one mountain after another. They moved in unison and deftly set up formations one after another. There were even people who rushed up to the top of the mountain and planted the flag that represented their sect's orthodoxy on the top of the mountain. Then, they stood beside the flag and looked at their own territory with smiles on their faces. Their sleeves fluttered in the wind as they looked around with a satisfied expression.
Surprisingly, the branch family disciples of the central territory's Meng Clan, Meng Qi, Han Jiashi, and the others were here as well. They stood proudly at the top of a mountain while a faint smile hung on the corners of their mouths. Their expressions were rather complacent, and they looked at each other with delight in their eyes.
People like them were basically collateral descendants of some Great Dao orthodoxies who had come to fight in the first battle. Their backgrounds were extraordinary, but their strength was not necessarily at the top. Before this, they had never thought that they would own a large mountain range as a territory. Originally, they just wanted to help the Abyss Suppressing Division defend that area and gain some military merits. But now, they had seized such a piece of land. This merit was probably not even comparable to that of their own Divine Sons. When the major tribes of the Divine Land arrived, how much face they would have to show off, and what kind of meritorious rewards their families would give them …
How could the merit of defending a territory and the merit of seizing a territory be mentioned in the same breath?
It must be known that even if the area occupied by the Zhenyuan Division was defended, not all of it would belong to them. It needed to be distributed according to military merits. This was also the reason why they had snatched military merits before. Now, as long as they seized this territory and set up a formation, it would be equivalent to their own territory. Under the projection of the runes, occupying such a territory in the core area was like occupying it. What kind of good fortune would that be?
To put it simply, this was even enough for their families to raise their treatment, and their status would be similar to that of the divine sons!
When the masters gathered and attacked normally, they knew that they could not even participate in the real battle. Because of this, the opportunity to make this contribution was simply a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If they did not occupy a territory at this time, they would not be able to exchange their lives for it in the future!
With this thought in mind, some people even looked at the mountaintop where Shinsyu, Chu Ci, and the others had set up a formation. They seemed quite moved. On the mountaintop where Shinsyu and Chu Ci had only set up a formation halfway, an aristocratic family directly rushed up and looked at Shinsyu and the others with a smile. Their subordinates had already gone to various mountaintops to set up a formation, but they still stood there motionless and had no intention of giving way. In the face of such a party, even Shinsyu and Chu Ci were stunned. They did not know whether they should attack such a "smiling person" and then forcibly set up a formation on this mountaintop.
In the end, as expected, the people of that orthodoxy covered the mountain with a formation, and then smilingly asked Shinsyu to leave for the time being. They said that they needed to activate the formation and test its power. Later, they would invite the young master to their territory as a guest …
Among them, only General Red Embellishment of the Zhenyuan Division did not move. His eyes, hidden under the red armor, were dim and silent. He stood on the cliff on the bank of the Taiyin River, motionless. Although the troops and horses under his command were quite strange and wanted to rush over, without his order, no one came out of the cave. His eyes were quietly looking at Fang Xing, who was on the highest mountain in the distance. No one knew what he was thinking.
At this time, Fang Xing was standing on the top of a mountain thousands of miles away, holding the Dragon Pattern Fierce Saber in his hand. The two Sword Demon Wings behind him were folded to his side. There was no expression on his face, but he looked back quietly. The hundreds of demons under the mountain were also silent.
"Fellow Fang has seized ten mountains in a row and made a great contribution to the Divine Prefecture. You are truly invincible!"
On the mountains behind him, some of the cultivators standing on the mountain peaks looked at Fang Xing with smiles on their faces and cupped their hands.
"That's right. Fellow Fang has made such a contribution. I believe even the Saints will be moved. We congratulate Fellow Fang!"
Someone looked at Fang Xing and laughed. He cupped his hands at Fang Xing from afar and shouted with a smile.
"That's right. Fellow Fang fought against the demons and resolved the danger of our Taiyin River. You are truly an unparalleled God of War!"
"The Three Passes Drum hasn't passed, and the cup of wine is still warm. Fellow Fang has already made such a great contribution. Please return to the banquet and drink a big white wine!"
On the peaks of various mountains, the leading cultivators with fluttering sleeves were full of smiles. They looked at Fang Xing with friendly and enthusiastic eyes. They were all people who had benefited. Standing on the top of the mountain, it was as if they had occupied a mountain. At this time, not to mention beating the drum, they all looked at Fang Xing like a grandfather looking at his grandson. They couldn't wait to hold him in their arms and get close to him. Shen Xiu, Chu Ci, and the others felt their scalps go numb. Looking at the situation in front of them, not to mention the Three Passes Drum, even if it was thirty passes, they would be willing to wait.
In such a warm atmosphere, Fang Xing looked at the cultivators coldly, but he frowned.
"Get back!" After a while, he said lightly.
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