Chapter 688 Disaster Is Coming

Whip after whip, as if urging death, forcing the Talisman Taoist master to bow his head.

I'm not in a hurry, and you sons of Fu Qi Dao are strong enough, so delay as much as possible. Think about it slowly, and then admit defeat to me after you think about it. If you admit defeat, you can take back someone who still has a life left. Son of God, but we have to follow the life and death contract and obediently allow us to look south and establish the road. No matter how difficult the remaining two formations are, I don’t have to break into them. I’ll take advantage first.

Others thought that the life and death contract was just established by Fang Xing to ensure that he killed someone, but they never thought that if he wanted to kill people, why would he make a contract? The real purpose is to achieve this goal through this deed.

Anyway, by the eighth formation, the revenge that should be avenged has been avenged. No matter how annoying Chunyang Taoist Song Guichan is, it is because he took advantage of him, killed his woman, and slapped him in the face in public. He also came to seek revenge from him. He could find a safe place to recuperate and wait for him to seek revenge. There was no need to continue in the next two battles.

This is to make it clear and force the Taoist Master of Fuqi Dao to make a decision!

The one who was anxious was the Taoist Master of the Fuqi Dao. Fang Xing was not impatient, whipping one whip after another in a very rhythmic manner.

"Little devil, you are cruel enough..."

In this maddening atmosphere, even the master of the Talisman Path became ferocious.

He turned around and glanced at the Taoist Master of Chunyang Dao and the Taoist Master of Yinling Dao, and exchanged opinions with them, as if he had made a decision.

He looked at Fang Xing on the mountain with cold eyes, ready to speak to save people.

He had no choice but to save him. If he didn't save him, it would be a small matter to lose a son of God, but it would be a big worry to lose all his disciples.

Although he saved people, some people would think that Fu Qidao agreed to Nanzhan's establishment of the Tao because of his own divine son. There would definitely be many questioning voices afterwards, but at this time, it was impossible for him to just watch his divine son. After being beaten to death, even if he had to pay a heavy price to quell the questioning from other forces afterwards, he still had to express his stance at this time.

"Little devil, how dare you bully me like this?"

Just when he was about to open his mouth to save the person, an extremely angry shout suddenly came from the mountain.

The person who spoke was none other than Zhao Changhe. He seemed to be on the verge of death. At this moment, he suddenly gathered all his strength and shouted in the direction. A look of despair and cruelty flashed in his eyes. At the same time as the loud shouts were heard, , he gouged out Fang Xing with a vicious look, then looked at the sky, and breathed out in a choked breath. The breath was very long, and it seemed that he had breathed out all the breath in his body.

There is only exhalation, no inhalation.

After spitting out this breath, the vitality in Zhao Changhe suddenly withered rapidly and was lost infinitely.

At this moment, Fang Xing's eyes suddenly froze.

This bastard is looking for death!

Practitioners have great vitality. Even if they are seriously injured, as long as they don't want to die, they can stimulate the infinite vitality in their bodies to maintain their life. However, if the same injury is placed on ordinary people, countless people may have died. He returned, but what Zhao Changhe did at this time was to give up that breath of life. His body no longer locked in the life, and allowed the life to disperse.

After being nailed to the stone tablet by Fang Xing, he no longer had the ability to self-destruct the golden elixir, but he could still let go.

A person who was already proud and arrogant was whipped like a prisoner by the little devil in front of Nanzhan and all the monks in China. Zhao Changhe felt a sense of despair in his heart. This situation So what if I survive? Falling from the clouds into the mud, I will never be able to return to the lofty feeling I once had as the Son of God of Fuqi Dao. Even if I return to the sect, I am afraid that I will be stripped of the title of Son of God and become an ordinary disciple, unable to leave the world. , always accept the advice and ridicule of others.

More importantly, this little devil used himself as a bargaining chip to establish a path in China, and he will become a sinner.

The situation will develop to the point where he is the one who fulfills the needs of the Nanzhan monk.

This made Zhao Changhe completely despair, and out of shame, he chose to commit suicide.

"Snapped!"

Fang Xing's last whip hit Zhao Changhe, but he was completely lifeless and couldn't feel it.

This son of the Fuqi Tao God voluntarily gave up his life and became a corpse.

In other words, Fang Xingzhen beat him to death.

"Hey, if you had been so ruthless, you wouldn't have been defeated by me!"

Fang Xing looked at him coldly, stared quietly for a long time, and suddenly put his palms back to take back the stone tablet, letting him fall to the ground.

At this moment, he admitted that Zhao Changhe was more ruthless than him, at least he could not waste his life by being so ruthless.

At this time, people up and down the mountain could sense the loss of Zhao Changhe's vitality, and the cultivators were also stunned.

In front of the cultivators in the Northern Territory of China, and even the Taoist master of the Fuqi Dao, he beat Zhao Changhe, the son of the Fuqi Dao, to death. This cruel and tragic scene really shocked the Northern Territory of China. He was destined to become This was the biggest event in the northern region of China in three hundred years, and it is estimated that it will be spread for more than a thousand years. The Taoist Master of Fuqi Dao, looking at the scene on the mountain, did not speak for a long time.

He had originally planned to speak to save people, but he clearly felt Zhao Changhe's desire to commit suicide, but he didn't say a word.

He was as mute as he just stared coldly at the little devil who had taken back the stone tablet, and Zhao Changhe who fell to the ground.

"boom!"

Just when Zhao Changhe was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly took action, his hands as big as the sky, pressing towards Fengchan Mountain.

At this moment, the corners of Dragon Lord's robe were raised automatically without wind, and his spiritual thoughts were like a tide, tied to the Taoist Master of Talisman Artifact.

The two Taoist masters of Chunyang Tao and Yinling Tao were also secretly frightened. They stood up together and looked at the Taoist Master of Fuqi Tao.

However, none of them took action, because when the Taoist master of Fuqi Dao pressed down his palm, he did not strike at Fang Xing out of anger, but instead thrust out a gravitational force to catch the lifeless Zhao Changhe. Shan, hugged him in his arms, then he turned around and glanced at Lord Long and Brother Zhu Nanzhan, turned around and walked away. When he passed by Chunyang and Yinling Dao Masters, he paused slightly and said calmly: " Fengchan's rules are as big as the sky, and there are too many people watching the battle at this time, so I won't take action!"

He paused slightly and his eyes became cold and stern: "But after ten formations, this kid is going to die..."

The Taoist masters of Chunyang Dao and Yinling Dao glanced at him and fell into silence at the same time.

Even they are no longer able to control the direction of things. At this time, it is superfluous to say anything.

The master of Yinling Dao even looked at the ninth formation on the mountain road, his brows furrowed tightly, as if he was worried about something.

After a long time, the Taoist Master of Chunyang Dao spoke softly: "Even if it is against the rules, we will hand him over to Fuqi Dao for disposal!"

boom!

Many Nanzhan monks around heard what the Master of Chunyang Dao said, and their hearts were immediately in confusion.

Some people couldn't help but start shouting, but soon they were greeted by the sinister eyes of the Taoist Master of Fuqi Dao, and they immediately fell silent.

At this time, Fang Xing and Zhu Nanzhan, juniors, had thrown Zhao Changhe's body on the ground. The dignified son of the Talisman Taoist God died miserably at this time. He was beaten by the thunder whip until he was almost inhuman shape. Not far away were a group of people. The disciples of Fuqi Dao looked at Fang Xing with expressions of deep hatred and gnashing of teeth. A deep sorrow floated above their heads, like the manifestation of the netherworld, wanting to devour people.

The monk Nanzhan was also a little miserable.

A total of eighteen people entered the formation to help Fang Xing break through the barrier, but no one expected that the sixth formation was broken by Fang Xing on his own, and they could not help. The seventh formation, the Li family siblings, helped a lot, and they could be said to have broken the formation with one effort. He didn't help. He finally reached the eighth formation and helped. However, in a short time, five people were killed and seven were injured. Eighteen people entered the formation, but only thirteen and one person were left. seriously injured.

"Boy, a disaster is coming soon..."

Long Jun, who was at the foot of Fengchan Mountain, looked far away at Fang Xing on the mountain.

Beside him, one on the left and one on the right, were two girls. One was holding the Yaoqin, and the other was tightly twisting the corner of her clothes. It was Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci. When Shibazi went up the mountain, the two of them also wanted to hold on to their clothes. When they went up, Long Jun carried them back one by one and held them down to prevent them from making trouble. These two girls had no ability to escape from his hands. They just watched with concern. Long Jun just smiled. , one moment he praised Ying Qiaoqiao for her beautiful eyes, and the next moment he asked Chu Ci how he maintained such a thin waist.

"You see, if you had gone up just now, you would probably be dead by now!"

Long Jun looked at the situation on Fengchan Mountain and said to Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci with a smile.

The two girls didn't know what to say in reply, but they were still unwilling to give in and felt suffocated in their hearts.

Long Jun laughed and said: "Don't be sulky. I brought you two back because you couldn't help him if you went up. On the contrary, if you don't go up, you can have a chance to help him, and you can really help him." When it comes to him, it’s not to cause trouble..."

"Senior...senior, what you are saying is..."

Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci looked at each other, but they didn't understand what Long Jun said. After a while, Ying Qiaoqiao asked.

Long Jun smiled helplessly, and said after a while: "He will be in a big disaster soon, and only you can help him in that big disaster!"

Chu Ci's face turned pale: "Is someone trying to kill him?"

She turned and looked around. Even though her cultivation was poor, she could still see that there were many murderous monks in the clouds under the mountain. There were monks from the Yun family, the Wen family, the Mu family, and even some. An ancestor of the Lingqiao Sect squatted in the void with murderous intent. Everyone knew that he was here for revenge, and his murderous intention was so serious that no one could dissuade them.

But Long Jun glanced at the void, shook his head lightly, and said: "It's not this kind of disaster!"

After a pause, he added: "It's much more serious than this!"

Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci looked a little confused, not knowing what Long Jun was referring to.