Chapter 1215 Three Hundred Years Too Early

"You, a mere low-level Sanxian, dare to challenge me?"

Fang Xing's challenge was obviously so unexpected that not only the cultivators of the Fengtian Alliance, but also the Son of God of the Night Clan were surprised. After all, when it came to strength, he had always set his sights on Fang Xing. Come on, now that he is so brave and wants to compete with himself, a sense of absurdity arises in his heart. However, these small things are not enough to be taken seriously by him. With whom to fight and how to fight? To him, it was just a way. On the contrary, in his heart, he never thought about letting anyone go. It was just a matter of killing who should be killed first. He immediately sneered and said: "Since you want to die, I I’ll send you on your way first!”

For other people, it was obviously a big deal for Fang Xing to challenge the Son of God of the Night Clan on his own, but for the Son of God of the Night Clan, it was just a matter of effort. There was an air explosion in the void, and a canopy of black energy exploded. When he opened it, the big black hand that was originally aimed at Song Guichan suddenly turned in the air and turned into a black long rod that was extremely sharp and even flashed with a dazzling black light, heading straight towards Gu Ling. Fang Xing, who was standing in the void, threw himself over, the speed was almost instantaneous!

"Fang Xing, be careful..."

"Be careful little bandit..."

At this moment, countless people shouted loudly, and even subconsciously wanted to help.

"do not come!"

In the midst of the electric light and stone fire, the black scorpion was already very close, just a hair away from passing through his skull, but Fang Xing had already opened his fingers, and the Hundred Battle Spirit Soldier appeared in his palm, and then he clenched it tightly, following his will. , suddenly turned into a huge bronze shield, the black spear pierced the bronze shield, but it didn't break, but it also knocked Fang Xing's body backward quickly, and it was hundreds of feet long. He stopped, but Fang Xing was obviously not concerned about himself, but those who wanted to help.

"I told you that I would kill him myself, but you still interfered randomly..."

He looked serious, even a little embarrassed, and shouted angrily to Da Jinwu and others: "I don't want to lose face?"

Da Jinwu and others were immediately speechless upon hearing this.

When is this happening? This bastard is actually thinking about saving face...

After so many years of practice, when did you ever have any dignity?

However, Fang Xing's serious face finally made people realize that he was not joking, he really didn't want others to interfere!

They understood this in their hearts. Although the expressions on their faces were still full of confusion, they looked at each other and slowly backed away in unison. Finally, they came to the middle of the other people who had set up a closing formation, quietly I watched the battle, but my heart was full of surprise. I couldn't figure out where Fang Xing got the confidence to actually show the courage to fight the God of the Night Clan in a fair fight!

No one in the field doubted Fang Xing's strength, but no matter how overestimated he was, there was no way he could fight against the God of the Night Clan!

He is a being with the power to kill immortals...

"You really want to fight me?"

The God Son of the Night Clan was obviously full of surprise. His figure floated in the void not far from Fang Xing. He was like a ghost in the world between existence and non-existence. His eyes were as cold as lightning. He looked at Fang Xing with some surprise.

"Yes, I just want to fight you!"

Fang Xing's figure also flew up, facing the Ye Clan's Son of God from afar, with a calm expression.

"Like the weak human race trying to provoke the powerful Divine Court?"

A faint smile appeared in front of the God Son of the Night Clan. To a certain extent, his philosophy was the same as that of the descendants of the Little Fairy World.

But Fang Xing just laughed in a low voice, shook his head and said: "Just like the immortals in the past taught their slaves!"

"Shua..."

The eyes of the God Son of the Night Clan suddenly changed.

The years when the Protoss were enslaved by the immortals is undoubtedly an eternal pain in the hearts of all the Protoss. They themselves will occasionally mention it to show that they have not forgotten this period of hatred, but it is one thing to mention it to themselves, but to be provoked by the human race. , but it is undoubtedly a different story, especially with Fang Xing's playful smile, which directly made the God Son of the Night Clan extremely angry!

"The Great Immortal Realm is destroying itself, and the living beings of Tianyuan are in decline. The glory of your ancestors will never have a chance to be reproduced again..."

As the cold voice spoke, the figure of the God Son of the Night Clan suddenly flashed and came to Fang Xing in an instant. A big black hand transformed and suppressed him directly. This seemingly easy and simple move The palm actually contained indescribable pressure. The void on all sides and the endless night air seemed to be infused into this palm, as if it was holding the entire world and slapping it down.

The power of this palm alone is almost 70% to 80% of the power of Beihai Prisoner's Heart Cliff Master back then!

If he had been in Beihai that day, I'm afraid Fang Xing wouldn't even be qualified for a hard connection!

However, from Beihai to the Pure Land, Fang Xing fought many fierce battles, and his cultivation was already different from what it used to be!

To challenge the Son of God of the Night Clan, there was of course a reason why he did not want to risk the lives of his friends. More importantly, Fang Xing had some confidence in his own heart. He felt that he was indeed qualified to fight against the Son of God of the Night Clan. For No one can tell how powerful this No. 1 junior in the Divine Court is. According to legend, he is the No. 1 person under the God King. It is also said that he has the power to kill immortals. However, Fang Xing’s observations and calculations along the way , this person’s true realm should not reach the level of a true immortal in the eyes of cultivator Tianyuan...

He had seen the Son of God of the Night Clan fighting against the Holy Lord of Bones in the Demonic Abyss. At that time, he almost came to a result. The strength of the Son of God of the Night Clan should be almost the same as that of the Holy Lord of White Bones, or even weaker. After all, this The two fought against each other twice, and the Son of God of the Night Clan was at a disadvantage. However, even the Holy Lord White Bones admitted that the most he could do was suppress this son, but he could not kill or hurt him!

Of course, this does not represent the true strength of the Son of God of the Night Clan. As a creature of the God Clan, his greatest reliance is his bloodline. Presumably, in addition to showing his abilities on the surface, he must also have some tricks to hide his superiority. That's all...

As for those methods, no one can say whether they can kill immortals!

Anyway, before Fang Xing was about to take action, he was already prepared and had left tools for him...

"The Divine Massacre Technique..."

All the thoughts in his heart just flashed by. The palm of the God of the Night Clan came very quickly. Fang Xing didn't even think about it. He shouted coldly and called out the name of a magical power. Then, above his head, there was a tent. The strange flames rose up, and wherever the fire illuminated, the sky and the earth turned pale, and several figures appeared from behind Fang Xing. One was a minotaur with disheveled hair and two horns, and the other was pale. A dull and lifeless woman in a white dress, and a middle-aged man in an ancient robe...

And further away from them, there was even a handsome man in a wide robe and long sleeves...

These people were apparently the ghosts of Fu Shanzi, Hua Mi'er, Shuangtu Clan Chief, Gu He and others, and they were summoned at this moment!

boom!

When these ghosts were summoned, their bodies also burned with terrifying flames. After the burning flames, they turned into extremely tyrannical power and directly blessed Fang Xing's body, causing his body to breathe continuously. The skyrocketing increase has already exceeded the limit of what he could possess as a low-level Sanxian of the third level of transcending tribulation. His body grew infinitely taller, and then the Hundred Battle Soul Soldiers also changed accordingly, forming a magic sword that flew into his hand. Facing the palm struck down by the God of the Night Clan, he stabbed forward fiercely!

"Is this another method of sacrifice?"

The God Son of the Night Clan frowned, revealing deep hatred.

With his status, he was naturally no stranger to this sage's mental method inherited from Fuyao Palace. He even knew that Fang Xing relied on this mental method to win the favor of the God Lord in the first place, and he also used the power of their Night Clan to explore and Understand this mentality.

The predecessor of this ancient sage's heart method is good. It was created by the ancient sages in ancient times in order to chase immortals. If they cut off their path to immortality, they will gain extremely powerful power. The core of it lies in the word "sacrifice". There was such a tragic feeling in it, but it was a pity that it fell into the hands of this devil, but his appearance changed. I don’t know how he did it. He actually compared this "sacrifice" method of cutting off the road to immortality with the devil's method. Combining has become a "sacrifice" to others... Although the power is still a bit strong, the intention is completely different...

What he dedicated to the Lord of God was this modified method, which was really not a good thing!

Especially for the God Lord, what he originally wanted to get was the original ancient holy heart method, not the four different things. This is like the God Lord originally wanted to ask for a spiritual pill, but in the end he got the spiritual pill, but it was mixed with evil spirits. It’s poison and can’t be used at all…

But what the God Son of the Night Clan couldn't understand was that the God Master never felt sorry for the devil because of this incident.

Boom!

The palm and sword connected together, like the intersection of heaven and earth, emitting an amazing billowing wave of air that swept over one side.

In this air wave, the body of the God Son of the Night Clan turned up slightly, then spun and stabilized his body.

Fang Xing was knocked down by this palm, but he only fell a hundred feet before flying upward again.

In this head-to-head confrontation, although Fang Xing was slightly at a disadvantage, he still took it head-on.

"It's only the third level of tribulation, but you can take my palm..."

Not to mention that all the cultivators in the Fengtian Alliance were already extremely shocked, even the Son of God of the Night Clan was obviously a little surprised. He shook his head gently, seeming to be sighing, but also seeming to be exclaiming: "Tianyuan, Tianyuan, the home of all immortals, Huanyu How much foundation does your heart have?"

While muttering to himself, the sun and moon above his head rotated faster and faster.

The power of the years has made his figure become more and more ethereal and blurry...

"But the gap is just a gap. The Lord God said that if we arrived three hundred years early, you would have practiced three hundred years less..."

"Given you three hundred years, you might actually have the strength to fight us, but now... it's far from enough!"

The words of the God Son of the Night Clan were heard from the area where his body was, with a hint of contempt and even cynicism.

"Let me tell you one more thing..."

"It is said in the world that I have the power to kill immortals, but it is actually false..."

"But I really...devoured immortals!"