Plundering the Heavens

Chapter 512 Meet Xiaozu

"Who dares to capture my great-great-grandson?"

Just when Fang Xing slapped the tragic hero King Xiaopeng into a joke, there was a violent roar from the western sky, but a golden cloud rushed over like a morning glow in the sky, accompanied by that morning glow, majestic The breath, almost like the essence, fell down, and the muffled roar was more like thunder, which made the ground tremble faintly, as if it might collapse at any time.

"Ah... Nascent Soul, the ancestor of Nascent Soul from Guren Mountain is here..."

Hearing this muffled roar, all the demon cultivators in the field were so frightened that they scattered with a bang.

The patriarch of the Jinwu tribe in Fusang Mountain also gave Fang Xing an ugly look, and at the same time ordered people to quickly ask for the fairy order. He was afraid in his heart that he would not destroy Fusang Mountain with a single palm, but this human cultivator couldn't keep himself alive, and the only way he could do it now was to take care of himself...

"Haha...haha...the ancestor is here, you...you will definitely die..."

King Xiaopeng, who was about to die, laughed wildly, and looked at Fang Xing with resentment in his eyes.

Fang Xing, on the other hand, didn't even raise his head, and closed his mouth with a backhand slap.

"It's finally here, the young master is getting impatient..."

Fang Xing looked at the golden cloud and sighed lightly, without any trace of fear on his face.

In the northwest sky, the golden cloud is getting closer and closer, its power is overwhelming, and within a few breaths, it has broken through the layers of clouds and revealed its figure. It is a golden-winged roc with several tens of feet long , wearing golden feathers, the roots are like swords, sharp eyes fell from the sky, like two sword qi, can cut open the void, when anyone sees it, they will bow down and worship, not daring to look directly.

"Who? Such a big commotion, are you cursing?"

Just when all the monsters bowed their heads and did not dare to take a breath, suddenly an old voice sounded.

The demons looked down, and saw a small old man coming out of the crimson soil of the cliff, beating his waist. He was less than three feet tall, with eyebrows all over his face, as if he hadn't figured out the situation. look at...

"Damn it, why did this old bastard get out at this time?"

Fang Xing was speechless for a moment, and shouted down: "Old man, it's none of your business, go back to sleep!"

The one who came out was naturally the old tree spirit Genbo, and I don't know how the gatekeeper guarded the gate. He was too dazed to hear the loud movement of King Xiaopeng just now, but he was startled by this meeting, and walked out of the ground in a daze. He got out, but Fang Xing was really worried that he would be affected, and his old arms and legs would be killed accidentally, so he wanted to let him go back to sleep quickly.

"Little bastard, it's you again, looking for trouble at our Fusang Mountain?"

Seeing Fang Xing in the air, the old tree spirit became out of breath and shouted, waving his crutch.

Fang Xing was speechless, and cursed: "Old bastard, who has the time to find you? The young master is busy, so I don't have time to talk to you!"

The old tree spirit was furious, and shouted: "Little bastard, if you dare to scold me, get out of here if you have the ability, and let me give you two crutches!"

Fang Xingdao: "Think of me as a fool, come up if you have the ability, I will kick you to death, young master!"

The old dryad was furious immediately, jumped up, not even half an inch off the ground, sighed, and said: "*****, I'm getting old, I can't fly the clouds anymore, little bastard, get out of here Come down, look at the old ancestor, I can't beat you to death..."

Fang Xing lifted King Xiaopeng, slapped him on the face, and said, "If you want to come up, I will slap you like him!"

"get down……"

"you come up……"

The big enemy was approaching, the old and the young, they went up and down, and even cursed at each other, the demon cultivators all over the sky were speechless.

"Human monk, it's you, dare to insult my Gurenshan disciple?"

During this time, the roc bird had already flown ten miles away, and its gloomy gaze had already seen clearly what was happening here. A murderous aura firmly locked on Fang Xing, and he spoke in a cold voice from a distance, and his voice was like cold sword.

"Ah yo... a terrible one is coming, I'm sleepy, my ancestor, I'll go to sleep again..."

The old dryad seemed to realize the danger only at this time, and he let out a desperate cry, and disappeared with his head on the ground.

Fang Xing suddenly felt a little speechless, thinking that it is not unreasonable for this old thing to live for so long...

"Third Patriarch...Third Patriarch save me...Third Patriarch is about to kill him..."

The King Xiaopeng was dizzy from Fang Xing's twitching, and when he caught a glimpse of the figure of the roc, he was ecstatic and shouted.

"Shut up!"

Fang Xing was so annoyed that he suddenly slapped out with his backhand. This slap was thick enough, and it directly sent King Xiaopeng flying. He was slapped dozens of feet away and hit the cliff. , tumbled and fell down.

Countless demon cultivators were stunned and didn't know what to say.

Especially the people of Fusang Mountain didn't understand, why did this human monk slap King Xiaopeng away when he saw the ancestor of Guren Mountain? Isn't this throwing away his amulet? Could it be that he has given up and committed suicide?

But Fang Xing kicked King Xiaopeng away, stood up, faced the golden cloud, and said with a smile: "Of course it's me!"

There is no need for him to answer, the roc bird in the air has already seen the scene of him flying Xiaopeng King, and the sound wave rolled down like thunder: "Very good, it really is you, I haven't seen you dare to insult me ​​like this for a long time You are a monk of the Peng clan, especially if you dare to do this in front of this old man, I admire your courage...Before you die, do you have anything else to say?"

Amidst the loud shouts, it had already pounced straight down, its sharp claws were about to tear Fang Xing apart hundreds of meters away.

However, facing this claw, Fang Xing only formed a seal silently, and then, two golden wings suddenly appeared behind his back.

With a "chi la", each golden wing is more than three feet long, divided into two sides, and stretched behind his back.

At this time, the claws of the roc was about to grab Fang Xing's chest, but when he saw the pair of golden wings, he was suddenly taken aback. A middle-aged man wearing a golden robe, with slightly frosted mane, tall and tall, stood in front of Fang Xing, looked at Fang Xing with a suspicious expression, and shouted: "Who are you? How do you understand my Peng Clan's secret method?"

Fang Xing glanced at him, didn't answer at all, took out the red feather, twisted it lightly, and sent it into the air.

Akabane seemed to have his own consciousness, and flew towards the middle-aged man in the golden robe lightly.

"Kuozuier, you have formed a Nascent Soul, and you are quite powerful, but do you still remember Third Uncle?"

Above the red feather, there was a wave of divine sense fluctuations, which immediately made the middle-aged man in the golden robe cry out in surprise, and his body fell down.

Looking at his appearance, it seemed that he was about to kneel subconsciously, but he hesitated and did not kneel directly.

"Things that don't go up or down, kneel down!"

Fang Xing spoke suddenly, staring at the middle-aged man in the golden robe and shouting.

With a "plop", the middle-aged man in the golden robe knelt down without thinking, staring blankly at Akabane.

The world is quiet.

Whether it was the people from Guren Mountain, the people from Fusang Mountain, or the scattered demon cultivators who were hiding to watch the excitement, or even the spies from Qingqiu Mountain sent by Fox Immortal Fairy to monitor every move here, they were all stunned at this moment. Yes, some people rubbed their eyes hard, wishing to pull out their eyeballs, thinking that they had misread, and some people patted themselves on the head hard, thinking that something was wrong.

Akabane is inconspicuous, and it is hard to see with the naked eye tens of feet away, so what they saw was that the golden-winged roc flew towards Fang Xing with a fierce wind, and wanted to attack Fang Xing, but it came in front of him Suddenly, he fell to his knees in front of him.

The autumn wind is bleak, lonely and lonely, the world is silent, and no one makes a sound.

Only the red feather exuded fluctuations of spiritual thoughts, communicating with the middle-aged man in the golden robe.

"Third Patriarch, San Patriarch spared his life...let me...let me kill him with my own hands..."

In the distant mountain stream, a roar suddenly sounded, and a golden light emerged, but it was the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King who wobbled and flew up. Trauma, at this time there is still a deep hatred in my heart, I am afraid that the third ancestor will directly kill the human spy, so that I will not be able to avenge myself, so I rushed over.

Seeing Fang Xing rushing towards him, he smiled coldly, ignored him, and just looked at the middle-aged man in the golden robe.

Seeing the golden-winged Xiaopeng king rushing towards Fang Xing like lightning, the middle-aged man in the golden robe suddenly jumped up, and with a single slap, the golden-winged Xiaopeng king who was entangled in the fierce wind was drawn from his original form. The human figure even knelt down in front of Fang Xing and shouted angrily: "Things who don't know how to behave, dare to mess around at this time? Why don't you pay a quick visit to Fang Xiaozu?"

"Meet... Xiao Zu?"

The Gold-winged Xiaopeng King was stunned. He was already very angry, but now his eyes were confused and his world view had collapsed.

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