No one believes in the words "big opportunity" mentioned in the Legend of the Little Immortal Realm, nor do they believe that there are any opportunities and creations that will make them moved. After all, at their cultivation perspective, it is no longer the same as before. Now the divine objects that affect the fortune of heaven are about to be obtained. The Baiduanshan fortune that can create immortal soldiers has been sent to Bai Qianzhang and the evil king of Dapeng. To put it bluntly, besides the inheritance of the heavenly demon in front of you and the legendary Nine Palaces, what else is worthy of their hearts?

They even felt that the descendants of the little fairy world must have been crazy at this time, and they tried to use such childish means to trick Fang Xing and let him deal with the extremely dangerous son of the Night Clan alone. Is this really treating everyone as a fool?

All the little saints in the Divine Court are already so terrifying, let alone the head of the legendary little saint?

Judging from their aura alone, all the masters of Fengtian Alliance are already facing a great enemy. Even if they join forces, they probably cannot suppress him easily. Even the nine people who are planning to take action have already claimed their will to die. They can estimate that if the nine people join forces to kill the son of the Night Clan, there may naturally be success, but I am afraid that there will be casualties among them...

If the nine people join forces and want to say that they will die, then one person will fight alone and die!

Who would fight with such a stupid bet?

But no one expected that seeing Fang Xing's attitude, he was quite moved!

"Junior Brother Fang Xing, you must not, this son..."

As soon as he heard this, someone spoke quickly and wanted to persuade Fang Xing, but they didn't need to persuade him. A roar suddenly sounded in the Nine Nethers below. The power of the Night Clan God Son, which was slowly floating, has been rising. Now it has obviously reached a critical point. It seems that his anger has finally reached a moment of breaking through reason. His speed has suddenly accelerated. He turned into a ray of black light, as if a meteor rushed from the abyss to the sky, and directly rushed towards the cultivators who were floating in the air...

There were no magical moves at all, so I rushed over directly!

A boom!

The void was directly cut in half by the black light, and the night sky seemed to have a big scissor cut from bottom to top...

"Not good, avoid it for now..."

Song Guichan, Da Jinwu and others were the first to flash around. Lu Fengxian was eager to try and wanted to stab him directly, but Kongkong'er next to him waved his big stick and directly raised his Fangtian painting halberd. Lu Fengtian subconsciously wanted to get angry, Kongkong'er shouted loudly: "Don't be dead?" Lu Fengxian also hesitated for a moment, and found that the son of the Night Clan came too quickly and was too anxious. He felt a sudden stern heart. He put away his arrogant fighting spirit, and quickly swept to the side...

"Junior Brother Fang Xing..."

Wang Qiong's figure was obviously half a beat slower than others, and he was about to be hit by the black light. Now it was a time of danger. Although she was arrogant, she was not pedantic. She subconsciously shouted out loud. Although Li Hongyi and others were closer to her, they obviously had no strength to say that they wanted to save her. Therefore, she decisively called Fang Xing's name directly. Fang Xing reacted quickly and threw the skull over in an instant. She opened her black big mouth and swallowed Wang Qiong directly, and then took her away...

Boom!

It was a time to say it, but the black light rushed against the rushing point, and the figures of the nine people in the air scattered in all directions at the same time.

It looks like his figure is so embarrassing!

If they hadn't been very alert in this move, they would have probably lost two or three lives.

Especially Wang Qiong, who had just been rescued, was unwilling to accept that his path of cultivation was still short. Even though he could rely on the power of Shura to fight with the little holy Saint Mier of the Divine Court, he still had no power to fight back when facing the son of the Night Clan!

This fierce battle has surpassed my current realm!

For other cultivators, the rush of the Night Clan God Son was also a prestigious person, and their momentum was completely overwhelming. However, they were all arrogant and arrogant. At the age of Qingqing, they could cultivate to this level, and their minds and courage were not overwhelming. When the Night Clan God Son was hit, they were angry one by one. They were forced to avoid this collision. Lu Fengxian took the lead and rushed forward with a loud bang. Fang Tian’s painting halberd drew a perfect circle and stabbed straight into the middle of the black light!

"I don't believe that there are creatures stronger than me in the world..."

Dasheng Mountain Kongkong'er also grinned, waved his big stick, and smashed it hard, clearly igniting the real fire.

"Swish!"

A man next to him was wearing a black robe, holding a short spear, without saying a word, and chasing the black light hundreds of feet. A short spear in his hand, but it looked like a writing pen. He instantly stroked a few times in the air, and suddenly turned into a strange rune, forming an elusive trajectory, suppressing the Night Clan God Son in the black light...

But it was Han Ying, a disciple of Daxue Mountain, who finally couldn't help but take action.

However, if it comes to speed, Shenxiu is obviously more prosperous. Her white-clothed body appeared directly behind the son of the Night Clan. She gritted her teeth gently. The wooden fish had become as big as a hill, quietly but heavy as a mountain knocking down.

...

...

Rumble...

The ability of the Tianyuan creatures was not easy. At this moment, there were only four people who fought back!

But the son of the Night Clan with the sun and moon above his head obviously showed a true madness at this moment. He watched Shenxiu's wooden fish and was about to knock on his head without knowing it. The runes drawn by Han Ying were also about to fall on him, but the black light in his figure spread out in an instant, and suddenly turned into a scoop of black smoke and merged into the surrounding darkness. The sound was heavy in the void: "The descendant of the Western Frontier Heaven, even if you can even attack immortals, you can't attack my Night Clan creatures because..."

"...Our Night Clan is the nemesis of your Western Heaven..."

"The biggest enemy, the terrifying demon king in Buddhist legend, comes from our Night Clan..."

In the cold shout, a black hand suddenly fell down in the void, and it even fell down towards Song Guichan who was looking vigilantly in the void. Song Guichan clearly planned to come forward to fight back, but his speed was half a beat slower than others. He was only halfway through the way, but he was a little farther away from the others and left the single. Although the Night Clan God Son looked crazy, his mind was still very meticulous and he directly targeted him, and he clearly wanted to kill one or two people first...

"roar……"

Song Guichan was shocked, and his arms flapped, and directly lifted up a black lake to stop the grab.

However, it was useless. Under the black big hand, the lake was directly destroyed and torn apart, but the big hand fell down without slowing down at all and grabbed his body hard. It seemed that he was already in a state of no way to avoid it and could only be grabbed by this big hand!

"It's over just a few days after seeing the sun again?"

At this moment, Song Guichan's face showed a strange expression, as if he was despair and as if he was mocking himself.

Seeing that he could not take the strike no matter what, he simply sighed softly, swung his big sleeves, and gently carried them behind him, looking up at the huge black palm covering the sky, with a calm mind...

"I'm still pretending to be cool when I die. Why do I dislike you so much?"

Unfortunately, this calm Youran who died calmly was broken by Fang Xing's roar. No one could come to save him at this time, but Fang Xing could not, and his body could not come, but the hundred-war soul soldiers could come over and rushed to Song Guichan's head directly in the lightning. Then, as his five fingers opened, it turned into a huge palm, and then held it up towards the sky. There was a loud noise in the air, and the two big hands collided dozens of feet above Song Guichan's head, triggering cloud roar.

Titicaca...

The hundred battle soul soldiers seemed to be unable to resist the palm of the Night Clan God Son, and it began to sink when they hit.

"You won't run away..."

Fang Xing stared at Song Guichan and shouted, his eyes shattering.

Song Guichan was also stunned for a moment, then he quickly flew hundreds of feet away, and turned his head to look at Fang Xing with a complicated expression.

It seemed that even he didn't expect that at this critical moment, Fang Xing saved his life.

"I won't thank you!"

After several breaths of silence, he suddenly spoke, his voice coldly.

Fang Xing grinned and shouted, "It's okay, I'll just think you thanked..."

Song Guichan was slightly stunned and took a breath, but he still didn't say anything else.

"Ha ha……"

Fang Xing didn't have time to say anything else to him. He laughed loudly, rushed straight into the sky, and shouted: "Twins, you are a bastard who admires and shameless people. Haven't you always dislike me? Come on and fight me..."

Boom!

He rushed straight to the sky, and his body was directly revived. The hundred soul soldiers flew into his hands, with a huge momentum.

"I didn't like you, you're not enough to make me..."

The son of the Night Clan was a little surprised at his challenge. After a slight silence, he spoke coldly, with a despicable attitude.

"It's okay, it's the same if I don't like you. Just ask you a mother, do you dare to fight me?"

Fang Xing looked down on all directions, his breath was wild, and he added: "It's just the two of us!"

“…”

At first hearing this, not only the son of the Night Clan, but also the masters of the Fengtian Alliance were shocked.

And in the void below, the descendant of the little fairy world who was struggling to support him suddenly laughed...

Fang Xing, who only has the third level of tribulation, actually wants to fight alone with the Night Clan God who claims to have the power to kill immortals?

Was he inspired by the words of the descendants of the little fairy world?

In the midst of stagnation, only Xiao Xue sighed softly at this moment, and her eyes became soft.

"Junior Brother Fang, are you worried that you will die too many people by besieging him together?" (To be continued.)
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