Chapter 680 I Just Want to Beat You to Death

Zhao Changhe, who was in the formation, was so angry that he was so angry that he had a bad temper. Although he always had a cold appearance, he was very easy to get angry. Otherwise, when the five elders broke into the mountain, they would not have lost because they were about to lose. After making a bet, he would not hesitate to whip the old monster Wanluo who was gradually seriously injured. He would rather leave a disgraceful impression to others than keep him out of the battle.

It was precisely because of this that it was even more unbearable for him to be insulted in front of so many monks.

Is it possible that I really want to listen to this little devil scolding me for two days and two nights?

Stop making trouble, you can make yourself angry in two hours.

Just when he was about to go crazy, Fang Xing suddenly calmed down and said with a smile: "Actually, if you want me to join the battle, it's not impossible. If you agree to me a condition, then I will join the battle now. If not, I will join the battle." Promise, I will scold you for two days and two nights, and then go down the mountain with my ass slapped on my ass. I have nothing to do with establishing the way or not. I will go back and hide in my Dragon Palace in Lao Taishan. If anything happens, I will scold you and let you You always want to kill me, but you can’t even catch my shadow, haha..."

"What conditions did you say...?"

Fu Qi Dao Shenzi almost said each word out of his teeth, and he was extremely angry.

If this little devil really just slaps his ass and leaves, he can't really go to the Dragon Palace, and he will really become a laughing stock.

Fang Xing laughed when he heard his question and said: "It's very simple. Let's make a contract. This time, not only will we break into the formation, but we will also risk our lives and make a contract in front of our Nanzhan monks and you Shenzhou monks." Come on, let's break through. No matter life or death, only one of you and I can survive. Even my old Taishan, your Taoist Master of the Talisman Path, or any other old guys are not allowed to interfere, otherwise even if we are in the south. Brother Zhan successfully broke through the ten formations and directly established Dao Shenzhou, how about it?"

"Life and death contract?"

Countless people beat drums in their hearts, and instantly understood what this little devil was thinking.

He was worried that when he killed Zhao Changhe, he would encounter some obstruction, so he angered Zhao Changhe in advance and forced him to make this contract with him. In this case, if he went into the battle to kill, Zhao Changhe would continue to do so. There is no chance to admit defeat and let him pass. One of the two must die. In front of so many monks, I am afraid that not even the Taoist Master of the Talisman Artifact can protect him.

For a moment, the Taoist master of Fuqi Dao and all the monks from China frowned, and their thoughts surged in their hearts.

In the eighth formation, Zhao Changhe exhaled without even thinking, "Okay!"

"Long River..."

The Taoist Master of Fuqi Dao subconsciously wanted to stop him, but he only called out a name and held back.

He also understood that even if he wanted to stop him, with Zhao Changhe's temper, he couldn't stop him at all.

Besides, that little devil's bad mouth has brought the situation to this point. If Zhao Changhe doesn't agree, how can he save his face?

Thick blood is the proof, and various cultivations are the proof!

Soon, a simple decree was sacrificed, its breath billowing, hanging in the air, and the seal characters on it appeared, possessing supreme divine power.

Fang Xing did not hesitate, and immediately bit his index finger and sprinkled the blood on it. In the eighth formation, the smoke clouds also swayed away, revealing the figure of a young man sitting cross-legged on the wine gourd. He was full of hatred. He glanced at Fang Xing, bit his index finger, and flicked out the blood. The two people's blood fell on the ancient decree at the same time. Immediately, there was a faint change in the breath, and the writing solidified.

Life and death contract!

After being deceived by the Lingqiao Sect's broken promise, Fang Xing became more careful. In order to kill Zhao Changhe and eliminate his retreat from surrendering before the battle, he racked his brains and tricked him into signing such a life-and-death contract. After that, there were two As evidenced by human essence and blood, and witnessed by thousands of monks from Shenzhou and Nanzhan at the foot of the mountain, there are even big figures like the Taoist Master of the Third North Road and Long Jun. The weight of this life and death contract is simply extremely great. It is said that he is a divine son of Fuqi Dao, and even the ancestor of Yuanying cannot escape.

"Okay, if you are brave enough to sign a contract, I will look down upon you. Stop talking nonsense and let us live and die!"

Seeing that Zhao Changhe agreed to make the contract, he immediately flashed a cold light in his eyes, shouted in a deep voice, and shook his fist, and auras of aura shot up from his body into the sky. At the same time, the sky was filled with dark clouds and smoke, and it turned out that he was The breath caused the sky and the earth to change color, and among the dark clouds, streaks of thunder were looming, exuding a frightening breath of thunder and lightning, which seemed to be shot down at any time...

Canglan Hailong Palace Thunder Technique Secret Technique!

After summoning this dark cloud, Fang Xing was not polite, smiled solemnly, and flew into the eighth formation.

"Follow us together and help him break the formation!"

A fierce look flashed in Li Hongyi's eyes, and she scolded lightly, her red shadow like silk.

"Whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh"...

A group of juniors from Nanzhan looked at each other and saw the absolute despair in each other's eyes. They gritted their teeth and rushed into the eighth formation.

A sea of ​​clouds!

As soon as they entered the eighth formation, they suddenly discovered that there were no rocky trails around, no Wei'e Fengchan Mountain, and even the ground below could not be seen. Everywhere you could see, there was only a vast sea of ​​clouds, hiding terrifying thunder and lightning. Zhao Changhe, who was sitting cross-legged on the big red gourd, had a faint look in his eyes. He was looking southward at the junior monk three hundred feet away, casting his indifferent gaze over.

Behind him, there was a group of light with a terrifying aura, and a faint flash of lightning could be seen, which was the source of the eighth formation.

Within the entire formation, no other figures could be seen, they were all hidden within the formation. He was the only one, standing proudly over the other cultivators like a god.

Fang Xing also stood up and looked at him. Their eyes collided in the air, arousing a solemn and murderous look.

"Kara la..."

There was a monk who was looking south, eager to form a formation with the others and rush into the void. However, as soon as he took a step, a bright and dazzling beam burst out from the originally obscure clouds at his feet. Thunder and lightning tore apart the clouds. The Nanzhan monk was shocked and tried his best to hold up his defense. However, under the thunder and lightning, he still screamed and fell out.

The monk who was in the golden elixir realm had suddenly become charred black and was seriously injured and ready to die.

What's even more terrifying is that where he fell out, a Fuqi Dao disciple wearing Xuanyi suddenly appeared, swung his knife, and with a "chi" sound, a big head flew up without knowing where it landed. Going there, the Talisman Dao disciple glanced coldly at the Nanzhan cultivators, turned over and jumped, and escaped into the clouds. Several Nanzhan disciples had already shouted angrily, and at the same time He raised four or five flying swords and slashed at the clouds, but only layers of clouds were stirred up, and surprisingly there was not even a single figure.

With the help of the power of this eighth formation, even an ordinary Fuqi Dao disciple was so elusive.

The Nanzhan cultivators, who had developed a heroic spirit after successfully passing the seventh formation, suddenly felt short of breath as if they had been stabbed in the head. They originally planned to take advantage of the formation as soon as they entered the formation. , and didn’t even dare to move.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

At this moment, seeing the shortness of breath of Nanzhan's disciple, Zhao Changhe suddenly laughed. His voice was cold and a little joking: "Little devil, you don't really think that I am inspired by you, so I only care about killing." You gave up the advantage of the eighth formation, right? Childish, you just deliberately angered me. In addition to signing a life and death contract with me, you also thought that when I was angry, I would directly fight you head-on. This thought, How can you hide it from me? It's a pity that this abacus is too smart. My Taoist Tao uses the two methods of Talisman and Taoist to establish the Tao. However, it has been passed down for thousands of years. Now the intensive research on Taoist tactics is second to none in the Northern Territory. This eighth Fengchan The formation was personally arranged by my master of the Talisman Dao formation and perfected by me. It is 30% better than the other formations. No matter how cunning you are, you are completely useless in this formation. If you want to fight with me, then Just break the formation first. If you can't even cross the formation and walk in front of me, it means that you are just like your useless master. You are not worthy of entering this formation, and you are not even worthy of letting me cut off your head personally. Head!"

"To be able to become one of the three gods of the North in the Northern Territory, you are definitely not a fool!"

After a long moment of silence, Fang Xingye suddenly laughed, his eyes were cold, and he said solemnly: "But you are overthinking it. I am neither scheming nor trying to break your bad formation. I just want to... …I’ll beat you to death…”

After saying the last word, he suddenly took a step forward.

Boom!

The thin figure is like a gray dragon, sprinting straight into the clouds.

The scene was like a knife cutting into the calm water, causing ripples one after another. Countless thunder and lightning suddenly appeared among the seemingly calm clouds as his body moved through the clouds. Layers of it wrapped around him, the aura was extremely terrifying, each one had the power to injure or even directly kill the Golden Core cultivator.

Kara la!

The harsh sound and dazzling light even made the onlookers' scalps feel numb!

"Why are you acting so arbitrarily and without consulting others?"

Wang Qiong, the leader of the Four Heroes of the Western Desert, couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene.

The other cultivators in Nanzhan were also moved, and they actually wanted to confront the entire formation head-on with one person's power?