"Just because of your mere lower-level scattered immortal, you dare to provoke me?"

Fang Xing's challenge was obviously too unexpected. Not only the cultivators of Fengtian Alliance, but even the son of the Night Clan were surprised. After all, in terms of strength, he has always been above his brilliance and has never taken Fang Xing seriously. Now seeing that he is so brave and wants to compete with him, a ridiculous feeling arises in his heart. However, these small things are not enough to be taken seriously by him. Who to fight with and how to fight, it is just a way for him. On the contrary, in his heart, he never thought about who to let go, but the difference between killing whom first and then killing. He immediately sneered: "Since you want to die, I will send you on your way first!"

For others, it was obviously a big deal to challenge the Son of the Night Clan alone, but for the Son of the Night Clan, it was just a slap in the void. A buzzing sound of air burst out, and a tent black air burst out. The black hand that had originally slapped Song Guichan suddenly turned in the air and turned into a black Changyu, which was extremely sharp and even flashing with dazzling black light, and threw it towards Fang Xing, who was standing in the void. The speed was just in a flash!

"Be careful..."

"Little bandits be careful..."

At this moment, countless people shouted loudly, and even subconsciously wanted to help.

"Don't come over!"

In this lightning, Black Changyu was almost approaching, and only a little bit was about to pass through the skull. Fang Xing had already opened his five fingers, and the hundred-war soul soldiers appeared in his palm, and then held it tightly. As his mind changed, it suddenly turned into an extremely huge bronze shield. The black spear stabbed the bronze shield. It had not broken open. It just knocked Fang Xing's figure back and fell out hundreds of feet before stopping. However, Fang Xing was obviously not concerned about himself, but those who wanted to help.

"I said I want to kill him by myself, but you are still interfering..."

He looked serious and even a little embarrassed and annoyed. He shouted to Da Jinwu and others with hatred: "I don't want to be face?"

When Da Jinwu and others heard this, they were speechless.

When is this? This bastard is still considering trying to save face...

After so many years of practicing, when did you ever feel face?

However, Fang Xing's serious face finally made people realize that it was not a joke, but he really didn't want others to interfere!

They understood this in their hearts. Although the expression on their faces was still full of confusion, they looked at each other and slowly retreated. Finally, they came to the other people who set up the closed array to watch the battle quietly, but they were full of surprise. They couldn't figure out where Fang Xing got the confidence, and they actually showed the courage to fight fairly with the son of the Night Clan!

No one in the field doubts about Fang Xing's strength, but even if he overestimates him, it is impossible to fight with the Night Clan God!

He is a person who has the power to kill immortals...

"You really want to fight me?"

The son of the Night Clan was obviously full of surprise, and his body floated and appeared in the void not far from Fang Xing, just like a ghost between existence and non-existence in the world. Two cold and electric eyes looked at Fang Xing with some surprise.

"Yes, I want to fight you!"

Fang Xing also flew up, facing the son of the Night Clan, with a calm expression.

"Like the weak human race tries to provoke the powerful Divine Court?"

A faint smile appeared in front of the son of the Night Clan. To some extent, the concept was the same as the descendants of the Little Immortal Realm.

But Fang Xing just smiled lowly and shook his head and said, "Just like the servants taught by the immortals in the past!"

"Swish..."

The eyes of the son of the Night Clan changed suddenly.

The years when the gods were enslaved by the immortals were undoubtedly the eternal pain in the hearts of all gods. They themselves occasionally mentioned it to show that they had not forgotten this hatred, but it was one thing to mention it, and it was undoubtedly another thing to be raised by the human race to provoke it. Especially when Fang Xing was smiling like this, it directly made the God Son of the Night Clan furious!

"The great immortal world has perished itself, and the heavenly creatures are not accepted by the green and yellow. The glory of your ancestors will never be reappeared..."

As the cold voice was spoken, the figure of the Night Clan God Son suddenly flashed, and he came to Fang Xing in an instant. A black hand transformed into a big black hand and suppressed him directly. This seemingly relaxed and simple palm contained indescribable pressure. The void on all sides and endless night air seemed to be instilled in this palm, as if it was carrying the whole world and slapped it down.

The power of this palm alone almost has 70% or 80% of the power of the Beihai Prison Cliff Lord that day!

If he were in Beihai that day, Fang Xing would not even have the qualification to take the lead!

However, from Beihai to Pure Land, Fang Xing fought many fierce battles and improved his cultivation, which is no longer the same as before!

Challenging the son of the Night Clan, although there are reasons why he is unwilling to take the lives of his friends around him, more importantly, Fang Xing has some confidence in his heart. He feels that he is indeed qualified to fight the son of the Night Clan. No one can tell how deep the strength of this junior in the Divine Court is. In legend, he is the first person under the God King, and he also says that he has the power to kill immortals. However, Fang Xing's observation and calculation along the way, this person's true realm should not have reached the level of a true immortal in the eyes of the Tianyuan monk...

He had seen the Night Clan God Son fight against the White Bone Holy Lord in the Demon Abyss, and he almost got a result at that time. The strength of the Night Clan God Son should be almost the same as that of the White Bone Holy Lord, and he was even weaker. After all, the Night Clan God Son is at a disadvantage when these two fights twice, but even the White Bone Holy Lord admits that he can only suppress this son at most, but he cannot kill or hurt him!

Of course, this does not represent the true strength of the Night Clan God Son. As a creature of the God Clan, the biggest reliance is his bloodline. I believe that in addition to showing his skills on the surface, he must have some methods to keep the bottom of the box, and he will not show his strength easily...

As for those methods, no one can tell whether they can kill immortals!

Anyway, before Fang Xing was ready to take action, he also made preparations and left him some means...

"Massacre God Method..."

All the thoughts in his heart flashed by. The palm of the Night Clan God came very quickly. Fang Xing didn't even think about it. He shouted coldly and called out a name of a magical power. Then, a strange flame suddenly rose above his head. Where the fire light shone, the sky and the earth became pale. Several figures appeared from behind Fang Xing. One was a tauren with disheveled hair and horns on his head, the other was a pale, dull and godless woman in a white dress, and the other was a middle-aged man in an ancient robe...

And further away from them, there was even a handsome man with wide robe and big sleeves...

These people were the ghosts of Fu Shanzi, Hua Mier, Frost Tu Clan Chief, Gu He and others, and were summoned out at this time!

boom!

When these ghosts were summoned, terrifying flames burned on their bodies, and the burning flames turned into extremely powerful forces and directly blessed Fang Xing, causing his original aura to continue to surge. It had already exceeded the limit of power that he could have as a low-level scattered immortal of the third level of tribulation. His body was infinitely raised. Then the hundred battle soul soldiers also changed accordingly, forming a magic sword and flew into his hand, facing the palm that the Night Clan God shot down, and stabbed hard!

"Is this kind of sacrifice again?"

The son of the Night Clan frowned and showed deep hatred.

With his identity, he is naturally not unfamiliar with the saint's mind method inherited from Fuyao Palace. He even knew that Fang Xing had originally gained the favor of the God Lord by relying on this mind method, and he also inquired and learned about this mind method through the power of their Night Clan.

The predecessor of this ancient sage mind method was originally good. It was created by ancient sages in order to chase immortals and cut off their own path to immortality, but they would gain extremely powerful power. The core lies in the word "sacrifice", which has a great feeling of sorrow. Unfortunately, it fell into the hands of this demon and changed its appearance. I don't know what he did. He actually combined the "sacrifice" method of self-cutting the path to immortality with the magic method to become "sacrifice" others... Although the power is still a little bit, the intention is very different...

What he dedicated to the Lord of God was such a method of change, and it was really not a good thing!

Especially for the Lord of God, what he originally wanted to get was the original ancient holy heart method, not the four-dimensional image. It was like the Lord of God originally wanted to ask for a pill of spiritual pill, but in the end he got the elixir, but poison was mixed in it and it was impossible to use it...

But what the son of the Night Clan couldn't understand was that the Lord of God had never felt sad about the demon hair because of this incident.

Boom!

The palms and swords were connected, just like the intersection of heaven and earth, emitting an astonishing wave of air, storming the whole side.

In this wave of air, the body of the Night Clan God Son flipped up slightly, and then he swung and stabilized his body.

Fang Xing was shocked by this palm, but he fell only a hundred feet away and then flew up again.

This head-on confrontation, although Fang Xing was slightly at a disadvantage, he took it head-on.

"I just passed the third level of tribulation, but I can take over my palm..."

Not to mention that all the cultivators of the Fengtian Alliance were shocked so much that they were extremely shocked, even the son of the Night Clan was obviously a little surprised. He shook his head gently, as if he was feeling emotion, and as if he was amazed: "How much background does Tianyuan, Tianyuan, the hometown of all immortals, and the heart of the universe have?"

As he murmured, the sun and moon above his head were spinning faster and faster.

The power of the years has made his figure more ethereal and blurry...

"But the gap is the gap. The Lord of God said that we have arrived three hundred years in advance, so you have practiced for three hundred years less..."

"Give you three hundred years, maybe you really have the strength to fight with us, but now... it's far from enough!"

The words of the son of the Night Clan came out of the area where his figure was, with a sense of contempt and even sarcasm.

"I'll tell you another word..."

"It is actually fake that I have the power to kill immortals in the world..."

"But I really... devoured the immortal!" (To be continued.)
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