Chapter 687: Will You Save or Not?

Boom!

Among various speculations, the smoke that enveloped the eighth formation suddenly dispersed at this moment, revealing the scene inside the formation. The cultivators immediately looked up, and no fewer than thousands of spiritual thoughts were scanning in that direction, and then, At the same time, he sucked in a breath of cold air, with a look of shock in his eyes. The Taoist Master of the Talisman Path suddenly flew into the air, and the mana around him fluctuated like a tide...

shocked!

At the eighth formation position at this time, the Nanzhan disciples were on the left, and only twelve or three people were still alive. The Fuqi Dao disciples were on the right. They originally numbered a hundred, but now they only seemed to be fifty or sixty. , and in the middle, there are Fang Xing and Zhao Changhe, the son of Fu Qi Dao. Fang Xing and Zhao Changhe looked seriously injured, but Zhao Changhe was nailed to a stone tablet, while Fang Xing stood in front of him. After the smoke cleared, all the monks saw their scene and understood that Zhao Changhe had lost, and were extremely shocked.

But what was even more shocking was yet to come.

"Are you convinced?"

The little devil suddenly shouted and reached out to grab the void. A thunder whip appeared and struck Zhao Changhe hard.

"Crack..."

Zhao Changhe, who seemed to be nailed to the stone tablet and unable to move, was beaten to pieces, and his soul was trembling. The sound of screams spread for more than ten miles, but he soon became tense again. It seemed that he also realized that the formation had already begun. Understanding that I had been exposed to the eyes of the cultivators at this time, all my reactions would be seen by the cultivators, so I gritted my teeth and persisted, only half screaming...

But this tragic scene still stung the eyes of many monks, and the crowd below was filled with anger.

"Haha, you are quite able to resist... I ask you if you accept it!"

Fang Xing bit his steel teeth, and another thunder whip appeared in his hand, and he whipped Zhao Changhe hard.

"Kaka..."

Countless lightning flashes circled around Zhao Changhe's wound, and the pain was unbearable.

Even though Zhao Changhe had tempered his body many times with lightning techniques and would not die with just a few whips, he still couldn't resist this kind of pain.

It was not until this moment that he realized how much pain Fang Xing had endured while fighting against him.

"Snapped……"

"Snapped……"

Whip after whip, Fang Xing kept lashing the divine son of Fu Qi Tao right in front of the cultivators.

"Since you have passed the test, why do you still torture people? Quickly release the Son of God of Talisman Artifact..."

Some people couldn't bear it any longer and shouted loudly, but only a few voices were heard.

"Haha, I'm going to beat him to death. Do you have any objections?"

Facing the scolding from below, Fang Xing didn't care. He smiled coldly, glanced at the sky, turned around and whipped him hard again.

All the monks who were shouting fell silent. There was a contract hanging in the air, as if to tell the world that it was the life and death contract that Fang Xing signed after angering Zhao Changhe before breaking into the formation. It was clearly stated in it. , the two of them not only broke into the formation, but also bet their lives. If the little devil succeeded in breaking through the formation, Zhao Changhe would lose his life to him, and now, he did succeed.

However, even with this contract, is it possible to just watch Zhao Changhe being beaten to death?

"This little bastard is quite thoughtful..."

At this time, the Dragon Lord at the bottom of the mountain had been watching the scene on the mountain coldly. He frowned slightly, but when he saw Fang Xing's thunder whip hitting Zhao Changhe repeatedly, he raised his head and glanced at the life and death contract suspended in the air. Suddenly he thought of something and his eyes lit up.

"Why did he do this? Just kill him. Doesn't this anger the Fuqi Dao?"

Dragon Girl Ao Zhen was worried and spoke in a low voice, a little anxious.

In fact, not only she, but also the Nanzhan monks around her who had not joined the battle were also anxious and did not understand what Fang Xing was doing.

Now that we have won and we have the contract in hand, why not kill him directly instead of beating him with a thunder whip in front of everyone?

Could it be that the Fuqi Dao God Son once beat his master with a thunder whip, so he was deliberately retaliating?

"Haha, good daughter, your solid eyes are really far behind that little bastard!"

Long Jun heard Ao Zhen's worried voice, but he smiled softly and sighed helplessly.

"Are you convinced?"

Another whip came down, hitting Zhao Changhe with a sharp blow, beating half of his body to pieces.

Under the power of Fang Xing's thunder whip, Zhao Changhe's soul was also damaged. The pain went straight to the depths of his soul, which was particularly terrifying.

"You... please kill me quickly..."

Zhao Changhe suddenly shouted loudly, his voice was desperate and sad, almost crying. The bet of life and death was in front of him, which made him despair, and in front of everyone, he was beaten and scolded by this little devil. It also made him lose face and even feel a little frustrated. The once high and mighty Son of God was now a prisoner like mud, so what if he survived?

"Kill you?"

Fang Xing laughed, whipped and struck again, stopping the sound of Zhao Changhe's whipping, and the screams rang out, which truly reached the ears of the cultivators.

"I'm killing you. The stronger your body is, the longer the pain will be. There's nothing we can do about it!"

Fang Xing gritted his teeth and smiled, but he waved his whip without any hesitation, neither fast nor slow.

Fang Xing gritted his teeth and shouted, but all the cultivators heard clearly: "An old man who is about to die, all his old friends are dying, and he is very sleepy. A man breaks into your formation and just wants to rely on the truth." If you can give it a try, you actually refused to let anyone enter the battle because of that bet, and beat him with a thunder whip, forcing him to admit defeat... Do you know what it feels like? Now I'm here to let you have a taste , Either the people at the foot of the mountain cannot bear to see you beaten to death and bow to me, or they will beat you to death!"

Fang Xing's words were extremely cold, even harder than a thunder whip, and they struck Zhao Changhe fiercely.

"you you……"

Zhao Changhe suddenly shouted loudly and looked at Fang Xing as if he was looking at a ghost.

Fang Xing's tone was as if nothing had happened: "That's right, I'm just using your life as a bargaining chip to establish my path!"

"Pa" "Pa" "Pa"

The thunder whip kept condensing, and then it was struck down. Each whip was more severe than the last, but it was extremely calm and unhurried.

There was silence all over the mountain and down the mountain, and only the sound of cracking whips kept reaching the ears of the cultivators.

This kind of sound is like a thunder whip, constantly beating on the hearts of all cultivators.

"This... this little devil, is he trying to use this method to force us to agree to the Nanzhan Road establishment?"

Some people couldn't help the curse-like sound and screamed tremblingly.

They had vaguely guessed Fang Xing's thoughts. This little devil seemed to be headless, but in fact his thoughts were so gloomy and terrifying. He must have had this idea since he signed the life and death contract. He must have had this idea on purpose. After breaking the formation, he whipped Zhao Changhe, the majestic Fuqi Dao god son, Zhao Changhe, in a calm and unhurried manner. Firstly, it was for revenge, and secondly, he was using this method to force the Fuqi Dao Taoist master and the cultivators in the North Territory. Admitting defeat, there is already a clear bet in the life and death contract. The Taoist master of the Fuqi Dao and the cultivators in the Northern Territory are not unable to save Zhao Changhe. However, according to the bet, if they dare to save people, they must directly agree to Nanzhan Lidao. things.

The process of whipping was clearly a process of waiting for the cultivators in the Northern Territory and the Taoist Master of the Talisman Path to speak.

To save or not to save?

Watching your own divine son being beaten to death, should you swallow your breath and agree to look south to establish the way?

If you don't save him, why be so cruel?

Moreover, the Fu Qi Dao god's son was beaten to death, but the Fu Qi Dao master could only watch, which was also a fatal blow to Fu Qi Dao's reputation.

If they were saved, it would undoubtedly be a waste of money for Brother Nanzhan and this little devil.

Because no matter how you look at it at this time, the little devil is at the end of his strength and it is impossible to pass the remaining two levels.

I don't know how many eyes were focused on the face of the Taoist Master of Fuqi Dao at this time. The young-looking Taoist Master's eyes were also terrifyingly indifferent at this time. His eyes were looking at the mountain being attacked by the little devil without even blinking. Zhao Changhe, who was being whipped with one whip after another, seemed to have a face as cold as jade, but if you look closely, you can see that the corners of the little devil's eyes are twitching slightly with every whip blow.

After all, he is the son of God who has spent hundreds of years of hard work cultivating the entire Talisman Path. He will be the best choice to withstand great catastrophes in the future.

If he was really beaten to death, would Fuqi Dao still have time to cultivate a second son of God?

To save or not to save?

The expression of the Taoist Master of Fuqi Dao was tense, and his heartstrings trembled. If Zhao Changhe died in the formation, he would probably be extremely angry, and his anger would burn to the sky, but he would not be watching helplessly like this. His son of God was beaten to death, but he was confused whether he should save him or not. With his character, how could he not understand that the little devil was basically using this method to force him to save others?

At this time, next to him, the eyes of the old-looking Chunyang Dao Master and Yinling Dao Master also fell on his face.

There was a strange light floating in the eyes of these two people, as if they wanted to speak, but in the end they could only remain silent.

After all, this matter has to be decided by the Taoist Master of Fuqi Dao.

Although Fuqi Dao may not represent the opinions of the entire Northern Territory of China, if he agrees to the little devil's plan to set up a Tao in the south in order to save his own divine son, neither the Chunyang Dao nor the Yinling Dao masters will say anything. What, after all, the situation is different. If I were in a different place, I could probably understand the thoughts of the Taoist Master of Fuqi Dao. After all, the status of a son of a god is not ordinary.

The remaining question depends on whether he will save her or not!