Chapter 1122 The Mysterious Black Altar

Fang Xing rushed up angrily. In order to prevent the Master of Prisoner's Heart Cliff from discovering him, he made a big detour and jumped up from the void next to him. At his current speed, even though the injuries on his body had not recovered, he They were not comparable to those Mongolians. They circled for more than a thousand miles like chasing the wind and the moon, and then outflanked them. A huge skull flashed with strange green flames and dived into the deep sea with a "plop", but From here, he calmly waited for the tribesmen who escaped from Qiuxinya.

Soon, a large group of people appeared in front of them, one after another, coming from the air, like scattered birds. Looking at them, each one looked panicked, but who was it if it wasn't the descendant of the Mongolian tribe in Prisoner's Heart Cliff? Fang Xing immediately beamed with joy. When most of them entered the range that he could control, he suddenly shouted loudly and burst out of the waves directly from the sea.

"The defeated general, where else do you want to escape? Hand over everything you have hidden on you!"

He shouted loudly and was extremely proud, but it frightened the Mongolian people who were already frightened.

While they were running for their lives in a hurry, a big green skull suddenly jumped out of the sea. It actually made a sound and shouted that it wanted to grab something. Who could not be surprised? Some people with low cultivation levels were frightened. Fell into the sea...

"Yes... they are the scum of the human race who led the army to attack me at Prisoner's Heart Cliff!"

Soon someone reacted and recognized that this was Fang Xing's magic weapon. After shouting in surprise, they all took action.

"咻" "咻" "咻" "咻"

In an instant, countless arrows rained down, almost forming dark clouds.

The Mongolian divine arrows have their own extraordinary qualities. Even if these monks are not skilled enough, the power contained in the arrows cannot be underestimated. However, Fang Xing is among the skulls, and even the divine arrows of the Prisoner's Heart Cliff Master can hurt him. No, not to mention these small tribesmen, all the divine arrows hit the skulls, making a "ding" sound, but not even a trace was left, and fell into the sea, Fang Xing But he was also a little annoyed. On the skull, the green flames suddenly swelled and extended out piece by piece.

In an instant, a cloud of fire seemed to form in the void, and an unknown number of Mongolian people were sucked into it. However, they did not even scream, and turned into fluttering ashes, which were blown away by the strong wind on the sea. It disappeared without even a speck of ashes...

"I told you to hand over what you have in your hands, but you don't understand what I'm saying, do you?"

Fang Xing's arrogant voice rang out, and his fierce gaze swept around the skull. ,

"Run...run..."

After more than a dozen people were burned to death by a blaze of green flames, the remaining Mongolian disciples finally realized that their strength was far inferior to Fang Xinglai's. Their numbers could no longer make up for it. Although they were frightened, they didn't know what to do. Someone shouted, and everyone reacted and gave up resistance at all. They got into a mess and started running around while shouting.

"Still want to escape?"

Fang Xing sneered, held his fingers together, and pressed down.

For a moment, the void of heaven and earth seemed to solidify at this moment. Within a thousand feet around him, all the Mongolian disciples who wanted to escape were frozen in the void. It seemed that time had been frozen by him, and they still maintained their escaping posture, but Couldn't move an inch.

"receive!"

Fang Xing squeezed his five fingers again, and the power of heaven and earth immediately caused many subtle changes. These were the things that he bound to the Mongolian disciples in the field, in their arms, and on their hands with the power of heaven and earth. Things like bags and storage rings flew towards the skull one after another. For a moment, it seemed like it was raining. It looked so pleasing to the eye that even the little princess of Yaochi's eyes lit up and she hurriedly picked up a few. I opened it casually, but the more I looked at it, the more excited I became, looking like a money fan...

However, Fang Xing also glanced at it, but he was a little disappointed, and the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

There is really nothing good, just some elves and magic weapons.

But to be honest, at his level, there are really not many treasures that can be seen.

Now robbery has almost become a sport that he can use to eliminate punishment!

"Everyone get lost..."

Fang Xing waved his hand lazily, preparing to withdraw his magical power and let them leave. Although a thought flashed through his mind, thinking about whether to kill them all, but after all, he was not a person who easily killed, and he was filled with anger. At first, he was merciless, but usually he would just laugh and commit robbery. Moreover, Zhao Hongying died in front of him before. He was really full of rage at that time and wanted to destroy Qiuxinya, but later he killed the master of Qiuxinya. Once the person is really trapped, the anger will dissipate and the murderous nature will no longer be so great.

At this time, the thought of killing only briefly crossed my mind, and I thought about letting him go and seeing if he could escape.

But he didn't expect that just when he was about to put away his magical power, someone a few hundred feet away from him suddenly heard a low roar, suddenly jumped up, and punched to break the void, and then starting from that position, a sea of There was chaos, and everyone ran away in panic. Fang Xing did not use his magic again, but looked forward with interest, his eyes strange.

Using the power of heaven and earth to imprison the void is just a slight extension of his Dao Dharma. Although it was cast casually and did not contain much divine power, it was not something that ordinary monks could break. Not to mention the Mongolian who broke free from the confinement on his own. , and can also shake the shackles of the void with a punch. From this point of view, he at least has the strength of the Nascent Soul realm, otherwise he would not be able to do this at all!

"Devil, you break my prison cliff and kill my people. Today we will fight to the death with you!"

The man who broke through Fang Xing's confinement in the void roared, and there were actually more than a dozen people following him, all of them were people with good cultivation, and they all seemed to be Mongolian disciples with good status. At this time, he shouted Then, he rushed towards Fang Xing in a shuttle shape.

"Huh? Are there really people who are not afraid of death?"

Fang Xing sneered, looking through the skull's eye holes and looking at those people.

Most of those people's cultivations are at the Nascent Soul realm or the Golden Elixir Mahayana. They really have no chance of winning against me. It's quite courageous to dare to challenge me, especially when other tribesmen around are in chaos. , they even seemed to have a posture of "even if there are tens of thousands of people, I will go", Fang Xing also sighed quietly in his heart, seeing the will to die in their eyes, and was ready to help them.

"Hey, that's not right..."

Just when the divine power was about to surge out, Fang Xing was suddenly startled and thought of a question.

"Haha, how can there be so many people in this world who are not afraid of death?"

He raised his head and glanced in the direction of Qiaoxin Cliff, thinking that even the owner of Qiaoxin Cliff was such a coward. When he saw the God King coming, he went over to discuss surrender first. If he failed to surrender, he decided to fight to the death. Then what would happen to the people below? What the hell could it be like?

And there is no murderous intention in him, those people should not be able to see it!

Instead of taking a good escape route, you want to die at your own hands?

Are they fools?

Or is it that the Mongolian people are so capable that even a fool can cultivate to the Nascent Soul realm?

It would be interesting if they had a purpose in taking the initiative to die...

Fang Xing's heart moved slightly, and he guessed this possibility. He immediately glanced at those people, only to find that although there was a will to die in their eyes, they were ready to die at his hands, but But not everyone is so determined, it seems they are being forced, and following his eyes, you find that not everyone is looking at you, but many people are looking behind you intentionally or unintentionally. He glanced in one direction, his eyes full of fear, fear or concern...

"These bastards are trying to attract my attention so that others can escape..."

Fang Xing immediately realized this in his heart and simply ignored them, looking behind him with his spiritual thoughts.

In the chaos, there were all the Mongolian children running around and crying. These people were not important enough for so many masters to sacrifice their lives for the chance of their escape. Someone must have taken advantage of the chaos to hide among these people and escape. Nian scanned it several times, and soon his eyes were fixed on an old man wearing a black robe. The man's cultivation was obviously stronger than those of the tribesmen who rushed towards him, but he desperately suppressed his own strength. His aura seemed to be that he was afraid that he would notice him, so he would blend in with the ordinary tribesmen and run away...

What attracted Fang Xing was not his cultivation, but the jar he held in his arms!

The jar was black, and at first glance it looked no different from a wine jar, and it didn't have any amazing spirituality. However, it was held tightly in the arms of the old man. More importantly, even a trace of his consciousness swept over it, and he couldn't wear it. Toru that jar...

"There's a baby!"

Fang Xing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately wanted to catch up.

But at this moment, on the prisoner's heart cliff, a fierce gaze suddenly looked towards him.

Fang Xing was frightened for a moment, knowing that the Prisoner's Heart Cliff Master who was fighting with the God King was eyeing him. He was anxious to defend himself, but after waiting for a few breaths, nothing happened. It was like the Prisoner's Heart Cliff Master. I really just glanced at myself accidentally.

"He is really frustrated and knows that he can't kill me, so he just ignores me?"

Fang Xing was slightly startled, and then he chuckled: "Or maybe he is worried that I will find the jar?"

Thinking like this, Fang Xing suddenly burst into laughter, deliberately controlling the skull with incomparable ferocity, and rushed forward fiercely towards the Mongolian warrior who was approaching him. With the green flames swollen, he ran rampant and struck fiercely. In just a few moves, those people were killed and they were helpless. They were in danger, but they were on the cliff of the prison heart, but there was no way to look over.

At this time, Fang Xing had also determined the importance of the jar. During the fierce fighting, he quietly threw a relic into the sea.