Chapter 670 Kill Until the End of the Northern Territory and Bow Your Head

Everyone watching the formation at the foot of Fengchan Mountain had shocked expressions on their faces. Although the clouds and fog prevented outsiders from seeing the specific situation inside the formation, no matter who they were, they had already noticed that the murderous aura in the fifth formation was overwhelming. The bloody light reflected the sky, and it was obvious that the situation had changed drastically. From the roars and screams coming from the formation from time to time, it was not difficult to guess that the little devil had taken control of the main formation and was killing people.

"boom……"

Fang Xing held the blood-drinking sword and fiercely aimed at Wen Yanxin, who was not far away and was screaming. He completely forgot to resist and rushed over. He was so fierce that Wen Yanxin almost frightened and had hallucinations in front of his eyes. A seed of fear was deeply rooted in her heart. She was used to being the eldest lady of the Wen family in the Northern Territory. She always felt that everyone was born to pamper and let herself be pampered, and she developed a spoiled temperament. Until this time, she It was then that I suddenly discovered that there were really people who did not take me seriously at all, who dared to kill and fight without mercy.

"Brother Song, save me..."

Wen Yanxin, frightened by Fang Xing's murderous look, subconsciously shouted.

In desperation, she subconsciously turned to her gods for help.

"Whoosh"

Fang Xing's sword had already been swept towards Wen Yanxin, who was almost paralyzed in the void. But at this moment, in the tallest of the ten Fengchan formations, a little green light flew in like lightning. The sound of "dang" hit Fang Xing's blood-drinking knife, causing the sword's power to condense slightly, and the evil energy pouring out of the sky was restrained like a horse, wrapped around itself, and condensed in the air like a Yuan Zhiyue.

Looking closely, that bit of green was suddenly a pine needle, which had turned into powder and scattered in the void.

A pine needle flew from the tenth formation. It was as good as the magical weapon and could stop Fang Xing's sword, even making him feel a sense of crisis.

"Fellow Taoist, how about leaving the little girl from the Wen family alive and forming a good relationship with me?"

In the tenth formation, there was no wave of smoke and no one showed up. However, a gentle but majestic voice sounded. It was gentle and majestic, like the voice of all cultivators. It not only reached Fang Xing'er in the fifth formation. In the middle of the battle, it even reached the foot of Fengchan Mountain, so that everyone watching the battle at the foot of Fengchan Mountain heard these words. The words seemed to contain traces of divinity, which could resolve people's hostility.

It is no exaggeration to say that some monks with weak cultivation bases heard this voice and even felt that their cultivation bases were improving.

Song Gui Chan!

Everyone recognized who the voice belonged to. It was Song Guichan, the Taoist son of the Song family and the son of Chunyang Taoist god.

The number one golden elixir in the Northern Territory!

Known as the Song family's rare bloodline for thousands of years, it first became famous in the Song family, and then worshiped Chunyang Dao. Within ten years, it showed its prominence and became the son of Chunyang Dao. Since becoming famous, it has gone through thirty battles, big and small, and every battle has been... Shocked in the Northern Territory, until seven years ago, he lamented that he was invincible under the Nascent Soul, so he retreated to Chunyang Dao to cultivate quietly. For seven years, most of them were in Song Gui Chan's retreat in the Xianxian Cave.

Now, this is the first time he has taken action since that battle seven years ago!

For a moment, the cultivators looked in awe and surprise. They did not expect that Song Guichan would take action at this time to stop the killings in the fifth formation. They also felt that the divine light of the Buddha was hidden in Song Guichan's words, allowing people to be baptized. How deep is your cultivation?

Especially Wen Yanxin, she escaped with her life from Fang Xing's knife. It seemed that after a long time, she finally recovered. Her eyes gradually became lively, and there was a strong joy, and the corners of her eyes were filled with tears. Tears glanced at Fang Xing deeply, not knowing what he was thinking of. He glanced at Fang Xing with complicated eyes, showing both fear and hatred that he didn't dare to show too obviously, but couldn't hide, and even... A little bit of happiness and self-satisfaction subconsciously rose up in my heart, stumbling away from Fang Xing.

"What kind of good relationship do you want to have with me?"

Fang Xing carried the Blood Drinking Crazy Sword without chasing Wen Yanxin, turned to the direction of the tenth formation, and shouted loudly.

Song Guichan, who only heard his voice, said in a calm voice: "If you put down the butcher knife, you can go straight into the ten formations. If you win, you will be allowed to establish your way!"

As soon as these words came out, chaos broke out all over Fengchan Mountain.

Although Song Guichan's voice was light, the content in his words was too sensational. Could it be that the number one person under the Nascent Soul in the Northern Territory actually wanted to open the door for the little devil to jump directly? Can't you pass the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth four great formations? This is simply a great thing. The little devil came all the way to fight. Although he was ferocious, the Ten Formations of Fengchan were no joke. Until now, almost no one thought that he could really go all the way to Fengchan. Ten formations, but there is a possibility of death at any time...

But now, Song Guichan suddenly spoke up, giving him the opportunity to directly ascend to the tenth formation.

The eyes of all the cultivators were now focused on the face of the Taoist Master of the Third North Path.

It was just unexpected that Song Guichan made this promise, but even the powerful Taoist Master of Beisan Dao didn't say anything more.

The three of them seemed to have acquiesced in Song Guichan's power.

"Son of Chunyang God didn't want this little devil to rush all the way and commit more killings, so he made this decision!"

Some senior cultivators sighed, which seemed to reveal Song Guichan's original intention, which immediately made all the cultivators awe.

"Yes, the son of Chunyang God really has Buddha nature and awe-inspiring righteousness. Logically speaking, it is the wisest thing for him to sit in the tenth formation and wait for this little devil to charge all the way up, consume spiritual energy and wait for work. But he I couldn't bear to see the Chinese monks trying to prevent the little devil from causing further casualties, so he prepared to directly subdue the little devil himself. This move will give him an advantage..."

Admiration, gratitude, reverence, for a time, there was a lot of praise at the foot of Fengchan Mountain.

Even Fang Xing was slightly startled after hearing Song Guichan's words. He frowned and seemed to be a little moved. However, after thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly laughed in a low voice and then raised his head. , smiled and said: "Please!"

His voice circulated his spiritual power and spread out through the great formation, suppressing the commotion up and down the mountain.

Hearing this, all the cultivators watching the battle were startled and their brows were furrowed.

For a moment, they even didn't understand what Fang Xing meant!

Fang Xing's voice sounded again, a little joking, with a rogue and fierce aura: "Please beg me, maybe I will agree to spare the lives of these women and these Wen family monks, and go directly to the third level." Ten formations!”

It's too much!

The cultivators in the northern region on the left side of Fengchan Mountain heard clearly and were immediately in an uproar.

Is this guy simply crazy?

He clearly took advantage of him, but he still dared to say such arrogant words to make Son of Chunyang beg him?

This is simply more abominable than being a good person when you get a bargain!

At this moment, even Song Guichan didn't speak for a moment, as if he didn't expect Fang Xing to say that!

At this moment, Fang Xing suddenly shouted again: "Please!"

This shout was like muffled thunder, suppressing the noise of the cultivators near Fengchan Mountain.

"Little devil, you are so bold, you dare to be so disrespectful to Senior Brother Song..."

At this moment, a sharp voice echoed, and Wen Yanxin yelled at Fang Xing with anger on his face.

Fang Xing, on the other hand, gritted his teeth and smiled, suddenly drew his knife and struck out violently.

"puff……"

Wen Yanxin's head flew up into the sky for a long time, and there was even a solid look of anger on his face.

"My master said, if I want to kill you, even the gods can't protect you!"

Fang Xing picked up Wen Yanxin's head and shouted coldly, as if he was explaining to Wen Yanxin. Then he picked up the head and shouted in the direction of the tenth formation: "You don't even want to ask for me, and here you are." What are you pretending to be? If you can make me jump from the fifth formation to the tenth formation with just one word, then why did you have to force five old men to enter this useless tenth formation?"

Fang Xing's sound waves rolled like muffled thunder, bringing a depressing atmosphere to the world. With a loud shout, he waved the formation flag, ending the fifth formation, dispersing the smoke and clouds that filled the formation, and holding Wen Yanxin in his hand The head, the stiff expression and dull eyes on the beautiful face, as well as the miserable appearance of the Wen family cultivators in the fifth formation, which were in a mess, stung the eyes of the cultivators in Fengchan Mountain.

He actually died!

The eldest lady of the Wen family and the youngest Great Talisman Master were killed at the same time in this battle.

After the first battle in which the Kuhai Yun family's entire army was wiped out, this fifth battle became the most brutal.

For a moment, the shock in the hearts of the monks in China was almost indescribable. Even the Taoist masters of the three northern sects were shocked. They knew in their hearts that after Yun Du was deposed, the Yun family would not have a suitable replacement for him for at least thirty years. The Yun family came forward to compete for luck, but now the deaths of Wen Yiru and Wen Yanxin have caused the Wen family to lose at least three hundred years of luck, and a whole generation of people has been missing.

In their heavy minds, Fang Xing continued to speak, like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, and shouted in the direction of the tenth formation: "Today, young master, I really broke the rules of opening up wasteland, and I must fight from the first formation to In the tenth formation, if you want me to stop, then you beg me. If you beg me, I will rush into the formation without killing anyone. If you don’t beg me, then I will kill until all of you bow to me!"

"Boom!"

At the end of the sentence, he suddenly swung his sword, and a streak of blood-colored evil energy surged toward the direction of the tenth formation, as violent as a demon.

"Son, how dare you do this?"

In the tenth formation of Fengchan, the Taoist son of the Song family and the divine son of Chunyang Tao, Song Guichan, also shouted angrily at this moment. Amidst the fierce shouting, a powerful palm force struck down, and almost a god took action, going straight to the fifth formation below. Falling down, covering the sky and the sun.

Boom!

The blood-colored sword intent collided with the palm force that spanned dozens of miles, causing howling air in the sky and washing away half of Fengchan Mountain. The two violent forces collided together, making even Jindan Mahayana feel frightened. The strong energy Even the clouds that had lingered on the mountainside of Fengchan Mountain for tens of millions of years were dispersed, revealing the rugged rocks and crisp ancient pines all over the mountain...

However, this astonishing palm was not as shocking as the words Fang Xingshi yelled out that shocked the cultivators in China.

If you don’t bow your head, I will kill you until you bow your head!

Does this little devil want to kill all the sects in the northern region of China to beg him for mercy?