Chapter 776 The Gaze of the Cloud Queen 2

Fang Xing felt extremely depressed. This time it was a beautiful game. He was about to beat Lu Fengxian to death with a stick, but he didn't expect that he would still escape in the end. There was no need for Fang Xing to feel aggrieved. He kept looking up to the sky, muttering in his heart. The look from the sky just now made him wary, and he lost a great opportunity to kill Lu Fengxian... Is that an illusion, or is it real?

All his spiritual consciousness was released, and he tried his best to sense it. However, except for the energy of the four ancient relics and Shenxiu, Qinglu, Chu Ci and others, he could only feel a void and silence. That gave him a warning sign just now. There is no trace left in his eyes...

The warning sign that suddenly appeared in my heart just now seemed to be far beyond my realm and beyond my sensing range!

What made Fang Xing even more worried was...who could give him such a warning sign?

With my current cultivation level of Golden elixir and Mahayana, it is not a problem to fight against Nascent Soul. Even a Taoist master would not give me such a dangerous opportunity. In this case, who is it that allows me to give myself a chance for a while? Or even lost your mind?

If someone really wanted to save Lu Fengxian's life, why not take action directly?

With his level of cultivation, if he really wanted to deal with him, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to escape even if he had wings, right?

Or is all this really just his imagination?

After pondering for a moment, Fang Xing couldn't find an answer, and Fang Xing felt as if a big stone was weighing on his heart!

In just such a moment, the divine light above the head had weakened slightly.

"Still want to escape?"

Fang Xing noticed and looked up, only to see that Taihao Lu's Dharma boat, after a period of wild bombing, almost razed the mountains to the ground, but they also destroyed the Dharma boat on it. All resources such as sources and elves have been almost consumed. At this time, they have slowly retreated back. While bombarding, they are brewing the last source of magic, but they are waiting for an opportunity to escape...

It's a pity that Fang Xing, who was filled with resentment at this time, could not let them go so easily. He looked at them coldly and saw that the divine light bombarded from the Dharma boat was no longer as fierce as before. They were so dense that they found an opening and suddenly flew into the air. Two large sword demon wings curled around their bodies, and they soared into the sky. Their bodies were like lightning, leaping into the air.

"Since we have rescued people, you can stay!"

"boom!"

With loud shouts, Fang Xing flew directly over the Dharma Zhou, using the Fengchan Mountain Spirit, he stepped down with one foot. This foot happened to land on the bow of the Dharma Boat. The force as heavy as a mountain suppressed it, and he suddenly suppressed the body. The magic boat, which was clearly at the end of its strength, shook a few times. It lost its ability to control the air, and fell heavily to the ground from mid-air. The huge force shook the ground and made it tremble and crack. There was a terrifying gap, a dim light shone around the Dharma Boat, and many restrictions were instantly dissipated.

"Be loyal to the young master..."

Inside the magic boat, there was a burst of dead silence, and then, four or five figures rushed out desperately, each holding the most powerful magical weapon, and some even hugged Fang Xing directly in the air, with fierce faces, as if I want to hold him and explode...

The Lu clan of Taihao is indeed an ancient family with profound heritage. The loyalty of this group of slaves is something Fang Xing has only seen in his life.

In order to create an opportunity for Lu Fengxian to escape, they desperately brought the Fa Zhou and bombarded the valley, suppressing Fang Xing and all the remnants of the prehistoric times. However, they also put themselves into a situation of certain death. At this time, the Fa Zhou was They had been stepped from the air to the ground by Fang Xing, and they were lifeless. But in this situation, they actually wanted to come out and fight Fang Xing...

Fang Xingzheng looked at them coldly, pressed his palm down, and a black light began to condense from his palm.

Since these house slaves were so loyal and wanted to serve Taihao Lubu, he would mind giving them a ride!

"Whoosh..."

However, just when Fang Xing was about to take action, a white shadow rolled across the ground in mid-air, swallowing up the group of people, and then flew high into the sky again, coiling into a ball. Scarlet eyes looked at Fang Xing with evil intent. It was the one-horned white python. At this moment, the silver lizard with two backs and the hill-like magic clam, together with the one whose body was chopped off by Lu Fengxian, appeared. The demon earthworms also revealed their huge bodies one after another, occupying all directions and staring at Fang Xing...

Just now, Fang Xing designed it so that Lu Feng was besieged by them first, but now, it was Fang Xing's turn to be surrounded by them.

"Senior brother, can we still escape?"

Little monk Shenxiu looked worried and quietly pulled Fang Xing's sleeve.

This monk is extremely clever and knows that it is not easy to escape from this encirclement!

Even Fang Xing frowned, sneered twice, and frowned slightly...

He is good at the art of masking his breath. Wrapping himself in green mist can almost block the perception of Yuanying monks. However, this method is more effective when there are many people. Fishing in troubled waters, diving into the crowd, where can you find me? go? However, now he and Shenxiu are the only two people in the field, and the four great relics of the ancient times have surrounded them. Even if they use the breath masking technique, it is difficult to avoid the induction of these relics of the ancient times, and even Said, these guys don't need to sense, just blast into the void, and they will be exposed.

"The fresh donkey dung can fight the four great relics. Can't I do it, young master?"

Fang Xing rolled up his sleeves angrily and assumed a posture of wanting to fight a tough battle.

"Uh... Do you really want to force the young monk to fight?"

Shenxiu looked troubled and hid beside Fang Xing with no intention of running away.

"Fang Xiaojiu, I'm here to help you..."

"Two..."

Not far away, Chu Ci, who had mastered the Sword Spirit, and Fang Xing's disciple Qing Lu also rushed over, saying hello from a distance.

"Hmph, four versus four, you won't suffer at all..."

Fang Xing lifted up the Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand. When Fang Xing used it to kill Lu Fengxian, the halberd was uncooperative and was as slippery as a loach. But now that Lu Fengxian has escaped, it seems to have been exhausted. All the spirituality has stopped like a dead thing, but it can be used as an ordinary magic weapon. Although it has not been used as a long weapon, it is still better than fighting the enemy with bare hands.

"quack……"

The silver lizard with wings on its back screamed strangely, as if to boost morale, and was about to take action.

The energy of both sides is solidified, and a fierce battle is about to begin.

"Come on, come on, Buddha will accept you monsters..."

Fang Xing shouted, took out the small Fengchan Cauldron, and prepared to take it out to shoot people if necessary.

The murderous aura had almost solidified, but at this moment, the few remaining species from the ancient times turned their heads sideways and looked around, looking very confused. After a while, the man with royal bloodline The silver lizard suddenly screamed into the air, then glanced at Fang Xing with provocative eyes, turned its head and flew into the distant sky...

"gone?"

The little monk Shenxiu stared blankly at the four remnants of the prehistoric times that had retreated, and then looked at Fang Xing with admiration on his face: "Senior brother, you are so powerful, you actually scared away these relics of the prehistoric times. I admire you so much, junior brother." I'm so overwhelmed..."

Forget about him, the eyes of Chu Ci and Qing Lu were shining brightly when they looked at Fang Xing.

How majestic and domineering is it to drive away the four ancient remnants in one sentence?

"Did I scare you away?"

Fang Xing was the only one who stayed for a moment, a little confused.

But he felt that it was not that simple. Just when he was about to take the lead, there was a faint sound of a flute, as if it came from the horizon and seemed to be ringing around him. The sound of the flute was melodious and beautiful, but It was very strange. Even his perceptual ability, which was far superior to that of his peers, was somewhat unclear, as if it was his own hallucination, and he had no idea whether it was true or false.

This group of ancient relics seems to have been summoned away by the sound of the flute...

"Is there someone who can control the remnants of the prehistoric times?"

This thought flashed through Fang Xing's mind, but he was startled. He quickly shook his head and told himself that it was impossible.

The remnants of the prehistoric era are respected as the prehistoric lineage and form their own ethnic group. Even Shenzhou can only set up a trap around the demon abyss, and then send many masters to guard the demon abyss to prevent them from escaping. How can there be any possibility? Drive them?

But then again, if the sound of the flute really summoned these relics of the ancient times, then the flute player seemed to have helped him...

After carefully sensing the surroundings, there really were no clues. Faced with the admiration of the little monk Shenxiu and others, Fang Xing could only reluctantly agree: "Of course, they are smart and can run a step slower. Look at me, Buddha. Break their legs..."

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A fierce battle was over, but it was time to collect the spoils, and Fang Xing became happy again.

He leaned down and fell into the valley, turning over the layers of soil that had been spread on the ground. He yelled for Shenxiu and Qinglu to help them lift up the soil, scraped the ground three feet, and rummaged through the soil that Lu Fengxian had just found. The storage bag dropped when he escaped. Speaking of which, although he failed to kill this donkey dung, it was enough for him. The descendant of the Lu family of Taihao was beaten by him. Wearing a pair of trousers, he was rescued, but Fazhou, along with weapons, storage bags and even a suit of silver armor, all stayed behind.

"Two..."

The donkey apprentice was still sharp-eyed, and soon he ran over with a clattering hoof holding a storage bag. It was the storage bag that Lu Fengxian dropped when Fang Xing stripped off his silver armor. Fang Xing hurriedly He took it and took a look, and among a pile of magic pills and extraordinary talisman seals, he saw a milky white, palm-sized white jade token with the word "京" engraved on it in ancient seals.

"White Jade Order..."

Fang Xing immediately smiled and took the white jade order in his hand, turning it over and over.

This order is as gentle as jade and contains a mysterious seal. It is extremely difficult to forge. It is clearly a serious white jade order.

This is good stuff!

Sage Bai Yujing wants to set up a Taoist temple, and only the Taoist geniuses of the great masters can enter. The certificate is this White Jade Token. If you throw one into the Central Region of China, it will make many aristocratic families break their heads to grab it. It is simply worthless. ah……

"Okay, let's start dividing the spoils, everyone has a share!"

Fang Xingqing coughed and began to distribute the good things he had grabbed this time: "My dear daughter-in-law, you have performed well and have made great contributions. I will give you this White Jade Token!" Fang Xing stuffed the White Jade Token with a solemn expression. He picked up the silver armor that had been smashed into a hole by Fang Tian's painted halberd. It’s not bad, it looks like a good match for my apprentice, so I’ll give it to you to see if you can put it on..."

A piece of tattered silver armor was given to the expectant disciple.

"Fang Tian is good at painting a halberd. It belongs to me!"

"I keep the rune stones for use, and they belong to me..."

"The various treasures snatched from this group of casual cultivators are also interesting. They should be confiscated..."

He cleared his throat and looked at the people around him: "Put the confiscated things here first..."

"I stepped on this Dharma boat. Do you have any objection if it belongs to me?"

"If you have any opinions and reject them, it belongs to me!"

Fang Xing clapped his hands and looked at the little monk Shenxiu, Chu Ci and the donkey disciple with a smile: "Finished!"

Shenxiu's eyes shone, and after waiting for a long time, she didn't hear her name, so she couldn't help but ask blankly: "Where's me?"

Fang Xing's expression was solemn, he patted Shenxiu's shoulder with sincerity and said solemnly: "Junior brother, you have great potential, and I am very optimistic about you. Money is like dirt, so don't ask anymore. Monks have nothing in common, how can they let the secular world Is it contaminated by your refined temperament? But I am planning to form my own team and decided to invite you to the mountain to be my fourth boss, what do you think?"