The people watching the formation at the foot of Fengshan Mountain were all shocked. Although the clouds and mist were surrounded, outsiders could not see the specific situation in the formation, no matter who it was, they had already discovered that in the fifth formation, there was a huge murderous aura and blood light reflected in the sky. It was obvious that the situation had changed drastically. The roars and screams from time to time from the formation were not difficult to guess that the little devil had mastered the main formation and was killing.

"boom……"

Fang Xing held a blood-drinking sword in his hand and was shaking hard at the flower not far away. Wen Yanxin, who was screaming, had completely forgotten to resist. He was covered in fierceness and almost frightened. There was an hallucination in front of Wen Yanxin. A seed of fear was deeply engraved in his heart. He was used to being the eldest lady of the Wen family in the Northern Region. He always felt that everyone should spoil him and give in to him, and developed a spoiled attitude. It was not until this time that she suddenly realized that someone really didn't take him seriously, dared to kill and beat him, and showed no mercy.

"Brother Song, save me..."

Wen Yanxin, who was frightened by Fang Xing's murderous aura, subconsciously shouted.

In despair, she subconsciously asked for help from the gods in her mind.

"Swoosh"

Fang Xing's sword was almost rolled towards Wen Yanxin who was almost limping in the void. But at this moment, a little green flew like lightning into the highest formation of the Ten Formations of Fengshan. With a "date", it hit Fang Xing's blood-drinking knife, which made the sword force condense slightly, and the evil spirit of the sky like a training-like splashing, wrapping itself, condensed in the air like a mountain standing in the sky.

Looking closely, the little greenness was a pine needle that had turned into powder and scattered in the void.

A pine needle flew from the tenth formation and was not inferior to a magic weapon. It could stop the sword force of the square movement, and even make him feel a sense of crisis.

"Fellow Taoist, Liu Wen's little sister has a life. How about making a good relationship with me?"

In the tenth formation, the smoke was gone. No one appeared, but a gentle but majestic voice sounded, and the sound of the whole people was honest and grand, as if it was heard by the sound of the cultivators. It not only spread into Fang Xing's ears in the fifth formation, but also to the foot of Fengshan Mountain, which made the people watching the battle at the foot of Fengshan Mountain hear this sentence, and the words seemed to contain a thread of divinity. It can resolve the anger of people's hearts.

It is no exaggeration to say that some cultivators with weak cultivation even felt that their cultivation had signs of improvement when they heard this sound.

Song Guichan!

Everyone could hear who the sound was. It was Song Guichan, the son of the Pure Yang Taoist God.

The first golden elixir in the Northern Region!

It is known that the Song family is hard to see for a thousand years. He first became famous in the Song family, and then entered the Chunyang Dao. After ten years of his career, he became the son of the Chunyang Dao. Since he became famous, he experienced thirty battles, and each battle shocked the Northern Region until seven years ago. He sighed that he was invincible under the Nascent Soul, so he retreated to the Chunyang Dao to practice. For seven years, most of the Song Guichan, who had been in seclusion in the cave of the ancestors.

Now, it is the first time he took action since the battle seven years ago!

For a moment, the cultivators were both awe and unexpected. Unexpectedly, Song Guichan would take action at this time to stop the killing in the fifth formation. He also felt that Song Guichan said something, and there was actually a divine Buddha light hidden. He made people baptize his soul, how deep is to cultivate?

Especially Wen Yanxin. She escaped under Fang Xing's knife. It seemed that after a long time, she had recovered from her spirit. Her eyes gradually became lively, and a strong look of joy appeared. Tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. She looked at Fang Xing deeply, and didn't know what she thought of. She looked at Fang Xing with a complicated look. She was both fearful and afraid to express too obviously, but she couldn't hide her hatred. She even had a little subconscious gratitude and complacency that rose from her heart, stumbled away from Fang Xing.

"What kind of good relationship do you want to make with me?"

Fang Xing carried the Blood Drinking Crazy Knife, but did not chase Wen Yanxin, turned to the direction of the tenth formation and shouted loudly.

Song Guichan, who only heard the sound, had a faint voice: "If you put down the butcher's knife, you can go straight into the ten formations. If you win, let you stand up!"

As soon as this said, Fengshan Mountain became chaotic with a loud noise.

Although Song Guichan's voice was light, the content in his words was too sensational. Could it be that the first person under the Northern Yuanying area wanted to open a convenient door for the little devil and let him skip the sixth, seventh, eighth, and nineth four formations? This is simply a great thing. The little devil fought all the way. Although it was fierce, the Tenth Formation of Fengshan was not a joke. Until now, almost no one thought that he could really break into the Tenth Formation of Fengshan, but there was a possibility of death at any time...

But now, Song Guichan spoke suddenly, giving him the opportunity to directly enter the tenth formation.

The eyes of the cultivators had already concentrated on the face of the Northern Sandaozhu at this time.

It was just unexpected that Song Guichan made this promise, but even the powerful Northern Sandaodaozhu said nothing.

The three of them seemed to have acquiesced to Song Guichan's power.

"Son of Chunyang doesn't want this little devil to rush all the way, and he's going to kill more, so he made this decision!"

The old and taller old gentleman sighed, as if he expressed Song Guichan’s original intention, and immediately made the cultivators feel respectful.

"Yes, the Son of Pure Yang really possesses Buddha nature and is righteous. Logically speaking, he sat upright in the tenth formation and waited for the little devil to rush forward all the way, consuming spiritual power and waiting for the effort. However, he couldn't bear to see that the monks in Shenzhou were going to stop the little devil from causing more casualties, so he was ready to take action to subdue the little devil directly. This move would be a cheaper one..."

Admiration, gratitude, admiration, for a moment, the foot of Fengshan Mountain was filled with praise.

Even Fang Xing was slightly stunned after hearing Song Guichan's words, frowned, as if he was a little moved. However, after thinking for a while, he suddenly laughed in a low voice, then looked up and smiled, "Please beg me!"

His voice activates spiritual power and transmits a large array, suppressing the noise of the mountain up and down the mountain.

After hearing this, the audience members were stunned for a moment and frowned.

For a moment, they even didn't understand what Fang Xing meant!

Fang Xing's voice sounded again, with a scoundrel and fierce aura: "You beg me, maybe I will agree to spare the lives of this woman and these literary monks, and go straight to the tenth formation!"

Too much!

The practitioners near the northern region of Fengshan Mountain could hear clearly and were immediately in an uproar.

Is this boy crazy?

It was obvious that he had taken a big advantage, but he dared to speak wildly and asked the Son of Chunyang to beg him?

This is simply cheap and obedient and hateful!

At this moment, even Song Guichan didn't speak for a while, as if he didn't expect Fang Xing to say that!

At this moment, Fang Xing suddenly shouted loudly: "Please me!"

This shout, like thunder, suppressed the noise of the cultivators near Fengshan Mountain.

"Little Devil, you are so bold. You dare to be so disrespectful to Senior Brother Song..."

At this moment, a sharp voice sounded, Wen Yanxin was full of anger and shouted to Fang Xing.

Fang Xing gritted his teeth and smiled, suddenly drew his sword and slammed his attack.

"puff……"

Wen Yanxin flew up to her head for a long time, and even had a solidified look of anger on her face.

"My master said, I want to kill you, and even the gods can't protect you!"

Fang Xing raised Wen Yanxin's head and shouted coldly, as if explaining to Wen Yanxin. Then he held the head and shouted in the direction of the tenth formation: "You are unwilling to ask me, why are you pretending to be a big head here? If you can make me jump from the fifth formation to the tenth formation with just one word, then why did you have to force five old men to break through the tenth formation before?"

Fang Xing's voice waves rolled like muffled thunder, bringing a depressing atmosphere to the world. With a loud shout, he waved the array flag to end the fifth formation, dispersed the smoke and clouds that filled the formation, held Wen Yanxin's head, the stiff expression and dull eyes on his beautiful face, and the messy appearance of the Wen family cultivators in the fifth formation, stinged the eyes of the cultivators in Fengshan Mountain.

He was really dead!

The eldest lady of the Wen family and the youngest talisman master were killed at the same time in this battle.

After the first formation of Ku Haiyun's family was wiped out, the fifth formation became the most tragic one.

For a moment, the shock in the hearts of the monks in China was almost indescribable, and even the Lord of the North Three Dao was shocked. They knew in their hearts that before Yun Du was deposed, the Yun family would have at least 30 years of destruction, and there would be no suitable junior figure to compete for the Yun family for luck. Now, the death of Wen Yiru and Wen Yanxin has caused at least 300 years of luck in the Wen family, missing a generation of people.

In their heavy mentality, Fang Xing continued to speak, like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, shouting in the direction of the tenth formation: "Today, I really broke the rules of opening up the land and following the rules, and I must fight from the first formation to the tenth formation. If you want me to stop, then beg me, beg me, I will rush to the formation and not kill people. If you don't ask me, then I will kill you until you all bow your head to me!"

"Boom!"

At the end, he suddenly waved his sword, and a blood-colored evil aura surged into the direction of the tenth formation, as violent as a demon.

"Children, why dare to do this?"

Within the tenth formation of Fengshan, the Song family's Daozi and the son of the Pure Yang Taoist God Song Guichan also shouted angrily at this time. With a loud shout, a powerful palm force shot down. Almost the gods took action, falling straight to the fifth formation below, covering the sky and the sun.

A boom!

The blood-colored knife intent impacted the palm force that had run through dozens of miles, causing a whistling air all over the sky, eroding half of Fengshan Mountain. Two violent forces collided, even making the Golden Elixir Mahayana feel frightened. The strong energy even shook the clouds that had been lingering in the hillside of Fengshan Mountain for thousands of years, revealing the rugged rocks and crisp ancient pines that were spread across the mountains...

However, this amazing palm was not as shocked as the words Fang Xing yelled just now.

If you don’t bow your head, I will kill you!
Chapter completed!