One whip and one whip, as if it was urging death, was forcing the master of the talisman to bow his head.

I am not in a hurry, and your son of the Talisman Taoism is strong enough, so you should delay as much as possible. Think slowly, and then admit defeat to me. If you admit defeat, you can take back a son of god who has a life left behind. But according to the content of the Life and Death Deal, you must let us Nan Zhan make a promise. No matter how difficult the remaining two sets are, I don’t have to break through, and I will take a big advantage first.

Others thought that the life and death contract was just a matter of acts to ensure that he was a murderer, but they did not expect that if he wanted to kill, why did he have to establish a contract? The real purpose was to achieve this goal through this contract.

Anyway, when it comes to the eighth formation, the revenge that should be avenged. No matter how annoying the pure Yang Taoist Song Guichan is, he has taken advantage of him, killed his woman, and slapped him in the face in public. He is also looking for him to take revenge. He can find a safe place to rest and wait for him to come to seek revenge. The two formations below do not have to break through again.

This is clearly forcing the Lord of the Talisman to make a decision!

The person who was anxious was the master of the talisman artifact. Fang Xing was not anxious, and his whip was very rhythmic.

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

In this crazy atmosphere, even the master of the talisman artifact became ferocious.

He turned his head and looked at the Lord Chunyang Daodao and the Lord Yin Ling Daodaodao, and exchanged an opinion with them, as if he had made a decision.

His eyes were cold and he looked at Fang Xing on the mountain, ready to speak to save people.

He cannot help but save him. If he does not save him, he will lose a son of god and lose all his disciples' concerns.

Although he saved someone, some people think that Fu Qidao is good at making a promise and agreeing to Nan Zhan’s affairs, and there will definitely be many questioning voices afterwards, but at this time he cannot watch his son of god be beaten to death. Even if he has to pay a lot of money afterwards to calm the questioning of other forces, he must speak out at this time.

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

Just as he wanted to speak to save the person, on the mountain, he suddenly heard an extremely angry shout.

The one who spoke was Zhao Changhe. He seemed to be dying. At this moment, he suddenly concentrated all his strength and roared in the direction. A look of despair and cruelty flashed in his eyes. While the loud shouts sounded, he plucked Fang Xing viciously, then looked at the sky, and sniffed out in one breath. He vomited very long, as if he had vomited all his breath.

Only breathing, no breathing.

After exhaling this breath, Zhao Changhe's vitality suddenly withered and lost infinitely.

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

This bastard is actually seeking death!

A practitioner has great vitality. Even if he suffers severe injuries, as long as he does not want to die, he can stimulate the infinite vitality in his body to maintain his vitality. When the same injury is placed on ordinary people, he may have died countless times. But what Zhao Changhe did at this time was to give up that vitality, and his body no longer locked in his vitality. He let his life go away.

He was nailed to the stone tablet by Fang Xing, but he had no ability to self-destruct the golden elixir, but he could still do it after he was dissipated.

A person who was already arrogant was whipped by the little devil in front of Nan Zhan and the monks in Shenzhou. He was beaten and imprisoned like a prisoner. Zhao Changhe felt despair in his heart. In this case, even if he survived, what if he fell from the clouds and fell into the mud, he would never return to the feeling of being a son of the Taoist God. He would return to the sect. He would probably have the title of Son of God removed and become an ordinary disciple. He would never leave the world and accept guidance and mocking from others forever.

More importantly, this little devil uses himself as his bargaining chip and establishes his way in China, and he will become a sinner.

The situation will develop into that it is the one who has helped the monk Nanzhan to fulfill his own efforts.

This made Zhao Changhe completely despair. In shame, he chose to extricate himself from his own vitality.

"Bang!"

Fang Xing whipped Zhao Changhe with the last whip, but he was no longer alive and could not feel it.

This talisman Taoist Son voluntarily gave up his life and became a dead corpse.

To put it another way, Fang Xing really beat him to death.

"Hey, if you had this kind of ruthlessness, you wouldn't have been defeated by my master!"

Fang Xing looked at him coldly, looked at him for a while, and suddenly covered his palm and took back the stone tablet, allowing him to fall to the ground.

At this moment, he admitted that Zhao Changhe was crueler than himself, and at least he could not give up his cruelty and wasted his life.

At this time, the mountain was up and down, and Zhao Changhe's vitality was cut off, and the cultivators were also shocked.

In front of the cultivators of the Northern Region of China, and even the Lord of the Talisman, he killed Zhao Changhe, the son of the God of the Talisman. This cruel and tragic scene really shocked the Northern Region of China. It was destined to become the biggest event in the northern region of China in three hundred years. It is estimated that it will be passed down for more than a thousand years. The Lord of the Talisman, looking at the scene on the mountain, had never spoken for a long time.

He had already planned to speak to save people, but he clearly felt Zhao Changhe's self-destruction, but he didn't say a word.

Like a mute, he just looked at the little devil who had taken back the stone tablet and Zhao Changhe who fell to the ground with his body.

"boom!"

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

At this moment, the horn of the Dragon Lord's robe was raised automatically, and his divine thoughts were tied to the Lord of the Talisman.

The two masters of Pure Yang Dao and Yin Ling Dao were also secretly shocked and stood up together and looked at the master of Talisman Dao.

However, they did not take action because the Lord of the Talisman Dao pressed the palm of the talisman, but he did not act furiously at Fang Xing. Instead, a gravitational force poked out, taking Zhao Changhe, who had no vitality, and hugged him in his arms. Then he turned around and looked at Longjun and Zhu Nanzhan's monks, turned around and walked. When he passed by Chunyang and the Lord of Yin Ling, his body stopped slightly and spoke lightly: "The rules of Fengshan are as big as the sky. There are too many people watching the battle at this time, so I won't take action!"

His body paused slightly, and his eyes became cold: "But ten times later, this boy will die..."

Master Chunyang Daodao and Master Yin Ling Daodao glanced at him and fell into silence at the same time.

Even they can no longer grasp the direction of things. At this time, anything they say is redundant.

The Yin Ling Dao Daozhu even looked at the ninth formation on the mountain road, his brows tightly locked, as if he was worried about something.

After a long time, the Master of Chunyang Dao spoke gently: "Even if it is not in compliance with the rules, we will hand him over to the Fu Qidao to deal with it!"

boom!

Many monks around Nanzhan heard what the Pure Yang Daodao said, and their hearts were immediately in chaos.

Someone couldn't help but yell, but soon the slightest gaze of the master of the talisman artifact and immediately became silent.

At this time, Fang Xing and Zhu Nanzhan had already thrown Zhao Changhe's body on the ground. The son of the Talisman Taoist God died at this time. He was beaten by the thunder whip and almost became human. Not far away, the disciples of Talisman Taoist looked at Fang Xing's eyes and all were deeply hatred, gritting their teeth, and deep sorrow floating above their heads, as if the ghost was manifested, trying to swallow people.

The monk Nanzhan was also a little miserable.

A total of eighteen people entered the formation to help Fang Xing pass the barrier, but no one expected that Fang Xing would break the sixth formation by itself, and they did not help. The Li brothers and sisters in the seventh formation helped a lot, so they could say that they broke the formation with one force, and they did not help either. Finally, they reached the eighth formation and helped, but in a while, five people died, seven injured, and eighteen people entered the formation, but only thirteen were left, and one seriously injured.

"Boy, there will be a disaster soon..."

The Dragon Lord at the foot of Fengshan Mountain had a profound vision and looked at the square walking on the mountain from afar.

Next to him, one on the left and one on the right, were two girls, one holding Yaoqin and the other tightly tucked the corner of her clothes. It was Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci. When Shibazi went up the mountain, they both wanted to go up, but Long Jun took them back with one hand and pressed them to prevent them from coming forward to make trouble. The two girls were not able to escape under his hands, but they just looked at him with concern. Long Jun just smiled, praising Ying Qiaoqiao's eyes for a while, and asked Chu Ci how to maintain such a thin waist.

"See it. If you went up just now, you would probably be dead now!"

Longjun saw the situation on Fengshan Mountain and said to Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci with a smile.

The two girls didn't know what to reply, but they were still unwilling to give up and were holding their anger in their hearts.

Long Jun laughed and said, "Don't be sulking. I'll take you two back because you went up and can't help him. On the contrary, if you don't go up, you will have the chance to help him. And it's really helping him, not causing trouble..."

"Former...sen, what you said..."

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

Long Jun smiled helplessly, and after a while, he said, "He will have a big disaster soon. Only you can help him in that big disaster!"

Chu Ci's little face turned pale: "Is anyone going to kill him?"

She turned around and saw that even if her cultivation was not good, she could see that there were many murderous cultivators in the clouds at the foot of the mountain, including the Yun family, the Wen family, the Mu family, and even an ancestor of the Lingq Sect. She was squatting in the void with murderous aura. Everyone understood that this was here to take revenge, and the murderous intent was so heavy that no one could persuade them.

But Long Jun glanced at the void, shook his head lightly, and said, "It's not such a big disaster!"

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