Chapter 1157 Why Should I Lose?

"What the Little Saint Lord Tongtian did is quite in line with the intentions of the Divine Court. Your Highnesses seem to have objections?"

The gray-robed old slave of Shenting did not dare to ignore the attitude of the God Son of the Night Clan. After all, he was deep in the Pure Land and surrounded by enemies. He relied on the Son of the Night Clan to ensure his safety. Moreover, the Son of the Night Clan was the leader of this group of practitioners and had a high status. above him, so when he heard his words that seemed to indicate displeasure, he hurriedly asked. Such a question also attracted the attention of others.

"Haha, you said that his nonsense is in line with Shen Ting's intention, but what exactly is it?"

The God Son of the Night Clan had a gloomy look on his face and did not answer directly. Instead, he asked lightly.

The gray-robed old slave was slightly startled and said: "Isn't the purpose of our trip here to negotiate with the Pure Land and calm down the Tianyuan war as soon as possible? Comfort is one, and the other is to intimidate. These Tianyuan monks are all cheap, you are trying to coax them. However, we may not be willing to obey and occupy a piece of pure land, but we also clamor to expel the Divine Court from Tianyuan. Therefore, our trip has the intention of showing off the power of the Divine Court and letting them retreat in the face of difficulties. The Little Saint Tongtian uses By defeating many masters in the Pure Land alone, doesn’t it fit in with the purpose of intimidation?”

"Ha, deterrence rather than provocation!"

The God Son of the Night Clan smiled solemnly and said coldly: "If we show off our force and intimidate, it would be enough for any Son of God to take action and defeat the genius of the Pure Land. But like him, if he directly defeats the Pure Land alone, is this a deterrent? He is clearly provoking the blood and anger of the cultivators in the Pure Land. Now that he is in the limelight, the entire Pure Land has almost been beaten into mourning by him alone. His momentum has shrunk to the extreme. What's the next step? Haha, it has reached the bottom. I’m afraid the next step will be a violent and unpredictable rebound, right?”

As he spoke slowly, the face of the God of the Night Clan became more and more serious: "The challenge he has set, there are only two days left, and I am afraid that it will lead to a real counterattack from the Pure Land. The outcome is unpredictable, and the Pure Land is also unpredictable. There must be many people who are really aroused by him... To take a step back, this demon is originally from Tianyuan, no matter how strong he is, how can he represent the abilities of my divine race?"

The words of the God Son of the Night Clan revealed another insight, and even the gray-robed old slave of the Divine Court also began to ponder.

But at this moment, the God Son of the Night Clan suddenly lowered his voice and said coldly: "Besides, we are not really here to intimidate the Pure Land!"

"this……"

After hearing the words of the God Son of the Night Clan, the gray-robed old slave was slightly startled, and his face gradually became serious.

But he knew that this group of little saints from the Divine Court came to the Pure Land to find something on the orders of the Divine Lord.

Even he didn't know the specific reasons. Only the Son of God of the Night Clan knew the specific plan.

The so-called mission to the Pure Land and negotiating with the Immortal Alliance is just a cover, that matter is the real priority.

"Concerning that matter, I wonder if the twin highnesses have..."

After the gray-robed old slave was stunned, he hurriedly asked questions in a low voice, not daring to have any more opinions.

"I know it well!"

The Son of God of the Night Clan replied calmly, then glanced at the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm and turned around to enter the city.

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"It still lacks a bit of heat!"

At this time, Fang Xingyi defeated nearly a hundred masters in the Pure Land, and his fierce power almost reached its peak. His eyes swept away coldly, and no one even dared to look directly into his eyes. It is only the fifth day now, and he has already achieved this impressive record, which is enough to make him famous all over the world. If the gods have not yet come, I am afraid that he will be in the limelight just because of this battle. Even the Yuan family back then Even the legends of freaks sweeping across the Pure Land are not as good as him. After all, this is his true sweep, sweeping all opponents...

But he himself was still frowning slightly, a little dissatisfied.

There are many reasons for challenging the Pure Land. One is to arouse the bloody nature of the cultivators in the Pure Land, and the other is for oneself.

He wanted to learn all kinds of magical powers through these fierce battles and refine his demonic body into a hundred-war soul weapon!

Use the method of refining weapons to refine your demon body!

But now, he has indeed fought against hundreds of masters, and has seen countless extraordinary magical powers, which have greatly benefited the demon body's strength. However, after all, his starting point is too high, and the demon body is already extraordinary. , so even if he has benefited from these Pure Land monks, these benefits are not enough to make his demon body undergo essential changes. It is like forging a magic weapon, no matter how much mortal firewood is added, No matter how many techniques you use, it's still not enough. You still need a flame that transcends this world!

"It would be great if there were a few more real masters..."

Fang Xing had no expression on his face and turned back to the city, but he was thinking in his heart.

Fortunately, this **** deliberately made a show of being in the limelight. One person fought against hundreds of cultivators, suppressing the momentum of the Pure Land to the extreme.

Presumably, those masters, no matter how content they are, can no longer sit still, right?

Now he has two days left in his seven-day challenge, and he wants to use these two days to lure out the real big fish!

"Pure Land, Pure Land, I hope you won't disappoint me too much..."

Fang Xing thought to himself, turned around and glanced at the sad Pure Land cultivators, and actually laughed in his heart.

When the pressure reaches the extreme, it’s time for a rebound, right?

After thinking about it carefully, he felt that everything was still under his control, so Fang Xing felt a little relieved.

Today, I just go back and take a good rest. Tomorrow, I will wait for the real master of the Pure Land to show up!

However, even he did not expect that not long after he returned that night, before he could train his demon body with the fairy flames, he would suddenly welcome several guests, including the twin gods of the Night Clan, Ji Dao, the descendant of the Xiaoxian Realm, Fu Shanzi, the son of the Bull Demon Clan, and Zhe. The clan god son Hua Mi'er and others came hand in hand and went directly to his temple to visit. This move made Fang Xing, who was dedicated to refining the Hundred Battle Soul Weapon, a little surprised and looked unhappy.

"It's time for you to stop!"

The God Son of the Night Clan entered the shrine, sat cross-legged on the futon, and spoke directly and calmly, his tone unquestionable.

"Shut up? Why?"

Fang Xing was stunned after hearing this, and tilted his head to look at the God of the Night Clan.

"After you came to the Pure Land, I didn't care about you no matter what you did. But now you have gone too far. Especially today, one person defeated hundreds of ancient cultivators. I am afraid that it has aroused the dissatisfaction of the Pure Land Immortal Alliance. So, Our trip this time is extremely unfavorable. As the leader of the Little Saints, I have a heavy responsibility, so I can only come to you and put an end to your farce. It cannot continue!"

The God Son of the Night Clan has an expressionless face, speaks in a formal manner, and looks businesslike.

"Haha, I've already let go of my words. I've beaten five out of seven cities. If you ask me to stop, they have to agree!"

After hearing this, Fang Xing sneered in his heart and spoke lazily.

But the God Son of the Night Clan said calmly: "If you lose, they will naturally not get entangled in this matter!"

"What do you mean?"

Fang Xing's brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were like swords, and he looked straight at the Son of God of the Night Clan.

The God Son of the Night Clan met his gaze, unmoved, and said calmly: "You have gained enough limelight after winning these days, so you can find a reason to lose tomorrow. It doesn't matter if you lose to the God Son of the Ancient Clan, or a master of Buddhism. That’s fine, there’s no need to keep winning anyway. As long as you lose, I will have my own way to save your life, and the Pure Land Immortal Alliance won’t be so resentful towards you, so that we can act more easily!”

"Finding a reason to lose?"

When Fang Xing heard this, his entire face darkened.

The God Son of the Night Clan likes to play surprise attacks the most, and it is still the same way now when it comes to the issue of Baidu Mountain. First, he lets you have all kinds of freedom, and then suddenly takes action. It's just about the issue of Baidu Mountain. , everyone understands the importance of that resource creation, but what happened now makes Fang Xing feel extremely angry. Wasn't the preparation he made in the past few days just to wait for the explosion in the last two days? The matter was about to be completed, but he suddenly came to intervene!

What do you mean by just finding an excuse to lose? When did this guy become qualified to point fingers at himself?

As Fang Xing's expression darkened, the temperature in the entire palace seemed to drop.

Even Ji Dao, the descendant of the Xiaoxian Realm, Fushanzi, the son of the Bull Demon Clan, and others couldn't help but tighten their expressions at this time.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn, and everyone was quietly waiting for Fang Xing's answer.

Fang Xing was silent for a long time, and then suddenly he laughed a few times and looked up at the God of the Night Clan.

"What makes you think I will listen to you?"

One sentence answer, straight to the point, without any cover-up or euphemism, just said it without any politeness.

The God Son of the Night Clan did not expect that he would answer so directly. A flash of anger flashed across his face, but it soon disappeared. However, the evil aura in his body became a little stronger. He lowered his voice and replied coldly: " I am the leader of the Little Saints!"

"I'm still a popular person in front of the God Lord..."

Fang Xing replied with a sneer, looking at the God of the Night Clan provocatively.

Everyone in the room choked up when he said this sentence, thinking that it was too direct and shameless.

But if you think about it carefully, it does make some sense...

Especially Fu Shanzi, his eyes are about to burst out with fire!

Back then, this bastard beat himself up severely just because he was the popular person in front of the God Lord!

"I have given you good advice, are you really ignorant?"

After a long time, the God of the Night Clan squeezed out a few words through his teeth and looked at Fang Xing with extremely unkind eyes.

"Hey, do you still want to take action?"

Fang Xing's heart trembled, but on the surface, he seemed to be following a scoundrel. He jumped up and made a move with one hand. The pressure on the entire temple suddenly increased several times, and he fiercely moved the hood over the heads of the God Son of the Night Clan and others. Once they passed, it was like a sharp knife hanging over their heads.

If he was really afraid of the Night Clan Godson in other places, it was different now. These people were in his own palace, that is, in the small world under his control, and he was now protected by the pagoda array. Body, these people can't hurt themselves easily, and they can be driven out easily. Even if they may not be killed, it is still no problem to protect themselves!

On the other hand, the God Son of the Night Clan showed a sinister sneer on his face when he heard this, and said lightly: "I will never fight with you!"

As he said that, he looked at the descendant of the Little Fairy World and said softly: "I just want to introduce you to a few friends!"