Chapter 510 Little Ancestor

The third finger of King Gold Wing Xiaopeng was about to fall, and the atmosphere in the field suddenly became extremely chilling. The demon soldiers of Dapeng's lineage were full of fighting spirit, and looked coldly at Fusang Mountain's lineage, and Fusang Mountain's lineage The Elders of the Monster Soldiers of the Shan Clan also had deep expressions, and there was a sense of sadness in their sadness. They knew that after this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, the Fusang Clan would be completely wiped out.

One of the majestic Eight Veins of Ancient Demons, which has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. There was once a race of golden immortals, but now, it is only forced to such a desperate situation by a certain Foundation Establishment junior who is also one of the Eight Veins of Ancient Demons , this in itself makes people feel hopeless.

"Everyone who is on the sidelines listens to the order. King Xiaopeng of our clan issued a decree. When you will attack Fusang later, if you help, all the treasures in Fusang Mountain will be shared equally by you. What troubles will there be afterwards? , will also be undertaken by Yiying, King Xiaopeng of our clan..."

At this time, the old man next to the Golden Winged Xiaopeng King had also transmitted his spiritual thoughts to the void, and countless demon cultivators who were hiding in the distance and who dared not approach because of the fear of Xiaopeng King's fierce flames suddenly opened their eyes. Taking advantage of the fire to rob, firstly, the risk is small, secondly, the profit is large, and thirdly, it can make things more lively, but everyone likes it, everyone is gearing up and getting ready.

There are about a hundred demon soldiers brought by the Golden Winged Xiaopeng King, and there are two old servants in the Golden Core Realm beside him. After the release of that divine sense, many amazing auras have been released in the void. There were no less than dozens of people, and two or three of them had the aura of Jindan. Most of these auras had bad intentions towards Fusang Mountain.

At this moment, even the Patriarch of the Golden Crow Clan had a look of sadness on his face, as if he felt a little regretful.

He refused to hand over the human friends of the Great Golden Crow because he wanted to preserve the last dignity of the Fusang lineage. When he became the patriarch, the Fusang lineage had already been irreparably decadent, bearing the name of the eight ancient demon lines. , but even the power of ordinary demon cultivators can't match. The more so, the more he recalls the glory of his ancestors, and he always longs for that pride to be ignited in his blood...

How do dignified Jinwu people entrust their guests to others?

It's a pity that this persistence for the sake of dignity will make Fusang Mountain lose the last trace of self-esteem?

If a foundation-building junior led people to attack and enter the clan's land, then why would the Jinwu clan still call themselves the Eight Veins of the Ancient Demon?

Everyone understands this truth. Behind him, not only the three elders, but even Wu Sang'er and some weak girls in the clan rose up one by one and stood behind him. The little Golden Crow, which has only two or three levels of agility, also fluttered its wings and flew up with all its strength, as if it wanted to participate in the last battle before the glory was destroyed, as a sacrifice.

The only one missing is his son who is already out of his mind.

"Do you want to risk your life with my little ancestor? You are also worthy...to level Fusang Mountain for me..."

The killing aura of the Golden Crow's lineage could not make King Xiaopeng feel any pity in his heart. Amidst a sneer, he was about to drop his third finger.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly called out: "Wait..."

This voice did not use much force, but it was heard clearly by all the demon cultivators in the sky, and countless eyes fell on it.

But at the other corner of Fusang Mountain, a gray cannon man, with his hands behind his back, stepping on the void, slowly walked over. This man was thin and his aura was not very overbearing. His demeanor was quite calm, with a weary smile on his face, as if he ignored the demon cultivators of the heavens, walked lazily, and his strange eyes fell on King Xiaopeng.

"Are you the human spy who stole Sister Fox's fairy essence treasure?"

The Golden Wing Xiaopeng King was also slightly startled, then sneered, his eyes were like a cat playing with a mouse.

The human cultivator is easy to do, he smiled and said: "Yes, I even pissed on her bed!"

This confession immediately made the demon cultivators of the heavens a little startled. They knew about the fact that this human cultivator stole the treasure of the Qingqiu mountain fox fairy and fairy essence, but they didn't hear about the fact that he urinated on someone else's bed. , but seeing what this person said so indifferently, it must be true. There was a complicated and weird expression on the faces of all the demon shaves, and no one could speak for a while...

"You...you are courting death!"

Hearing that the Goddess in his heart had been desecrated, King Gold Winged Xiaopeng's face suddenly burst into bloody anger.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll count to three, and you all kneel down and call me ancestor, otherwise I will let you know how powerful you are!"

Fang Xing ignored him, and walked over slowly, not showing any momentum, but his tone was even more arrogant than King Xiaopeng.

"You... haha... I, King Xiaopeng, roamed the demon land, and today I finally met someone who is even taller than me..."

King Jinwu Xiaopeng smiled back angrily, but the murderous look on his face became more and more intense, his fists were clenched tightly, and the golden wings behind him manifested.

"Of course my master is more violent than you. You are the ancestor behind you. The reason for my master's cruelty is..."

Fang Xing walked slowly towards the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King, his voice suddenly turned cold: "...Young master is born to be amazing!"

When he finished speaking, he had already stretched out his palm, raised one finger slightly, and shouted at the same time: "Three!"

When he drank this number, he had already rushed out, his figure disappeared in the void, and when he reappeared, he had already rushed in front of the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King, almost standing face to face, and all the demon cultivators around were shocked , No one expected that this human monk clearly said that he would shout three times, but he only shouted once before he made a move, let alone that he directly cast the teleportation technique.

Moreover, using this teleportation technique is not about escaping, but about attacking.

"What use is this trick to me?"

The Golden Winged Xiaopeng King was charged face-to-face by a Golden Core cultivator, and he was completely fearless. With a loud shout, countless golden wings suddenly appeared in front of him, and each golden feather was like a sharp sword. Sen Ran, at this moment, wrapped himself up like a hedgehog. His spiritual power and power were as strong as those of ordinary golden pills.

At the same time, the two old servants who had not let down their vigilance also used secret methods to flank Fang Xing, one on the left and one on the right.

In an instant, Fang Xing fell into heavy siege.

The precious pimples of the ancestors of Guren Mountain have their own extraordinary features, and it is impossible for someone to take them down so easily.

It's just that Fang Xing didn't intend to take down the Xiaopeng King by any means. This time he took action, he just wanted to teach this guy who was still his junior. He counted to three just now, and he was too lazy to wait any longer.

Facing the one hundred and eight thousand sword secret technique displayed by the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King in front of him, Fang Xing didn't even look at it, and just punched it out. At this moment, he used the mountain method, and the half of the mountain was condensed. The intent of the fist made him seem to be holding a huge force weighing hundreds of thousands of catties in his hands, and with an indescribable black and yellow earth intent, he smashed all the golden sword feathers in front of King Xiaopeng directly.

"boom!"

There are dots of stars, filled with golden mist, all of which are fragments of golden sword feathers after being shattered.

And Fang Xing's punch shattered the sword feather in front of King Xiaopeng, and he turned his fist into a grab, grabbing his neck.

All of this happened in a flash, and the secret technique of the two old servants hadn't even reached Fang Xing.

"Kneel down, or I'll beat this little bastard to death!"

Holding King Xiaopeng's neck like he was holding a chick, Fang Xing fled back in a hurry, and at the same time directly used it to meet the secret method that the two old servants called. The servant was taken aback, and at the same time quickly retracted the secret method, quickly retracted and released the spiritual power, coupled with the forced withdrawal of the force of backlash, immediately made their faces turn blood red, and almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

But the expressions on their faces were even more shocking, almost out of their wits.

"Let go of Xiao Zu quickly..."

"Dare to be disrespectful to the ancestor of Guren Mountain, do you want to destroy your soul?"

The two of them yelled loudly, and the angry shouts of fear and fear resounded all over the field...

Facing Fang Xing's shot, they reacted fast and defended rigorously, but they still didn't change the fate of King Xiaopeng being captured by him. It was because Fang Xing's shot was too strong and too fast. It caused the two of them to have an illusion that although they were all at the mid-stage Golden Core cultivation base, if Fang Xing shot at them, neither of them would be able to avoid it...

"I told you to kneel down when I counted to three, right?"

Fang Xing lifted King Xiaopeng up, looked at the two old servants coldly and said.

"You... kill me if you have the ability... the ancestor will tear you into pieces..."

Fang Xing pinched the neck of King Gold-winged Xiaopeng, his white face was smothered in purple, he gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, his eyes were full of fierce light.

"kill you?"

Fang Xing looked at him, smiled, and said, "I won't kill you. In fact, you are my junior. Maybe you should call me Xiaozu, but Xiaozu doesn't like you, so... teach me a lesson. You still can't avoid..."

As he said that, in the terrified eyes of all the demon cultivators, he suddenly slapped him up.

"Snapped……"

With a crisp sound, a red and swollen palm print appeared on King Xiaopeng's face.

This slap stunned King Xiaopeng, the two old servants, Fusang Mountain, and all the demon cultivators.

The treasure of Guren Mountain, the majestic King Xiaopeng with golden wings, was slapped in the face in public?

It's too big, it's too big, I can't imagine what the ancestors of Gurenshan who want to face the most will do!

However, what was even more shocking was that after the smack was finished, the human cultivator couldn't stop striking, and the backhand smacked back with another sip, then slammed it back, and then slapped it back... Repeatedly, crackling, a series of sounds like cannon sticks rang out, darkening the world of this domineering King Xiaopeng...

All the demon cultivators in the field were also shattered by this series of mouth-smacking worldviews, and each of them murmured in their hearts: It's over, the sky is falling!