Chapter 11: To Each His Own Child (3)
Fang Ling didn't know how powerful Wei An was, this person had the handsome ability to lead thousands of armies, and he had a brilliant strategy, as well as ruthless means, it was possible to move the thirteen princes, so he had to intensify the contradiction between the two before he said to move this person!
Fang Ling pondered for a while, but couldn't do anything, and finally when his eyes fell on the little mink on Song Ying'er's shoulder, his heart moved, and he asked in a low voice: "Little mink, is there a way for you to wake up the nine-headed fire Jiao without alarming the people outside?"
The little mink didn't hesitate at all, stretched out his little paws and patted his chest, looking full of confidence.
Fang Ling was suddenly overjoyed, the reason why the nine-headed fire Jiao was still sleeping was because it had stayed here for too long, and the two forces had not entered the central area, but only in the sixth-layer marginal area, and the little mink was also a fierce beast, maybe the fierce beasts could have some kind of connection between them, and they could avoid the five senses of humans and contact each other.
The little mink jumped to the ground, his small mouth bulged, and his body suddenly became several times larger, Huang Fuxiong and the others had never seen the little mink transform, and they were taken aback, but thinking that the three of them were disciples of the Xianmen, it was normal to have such a strange thing.
The little mink transformed into a real body, frowning slightly, and the hair on its body stood upright, exuding a killing intent that humans could not feel, and the killing intent penetrated the stone wall and galloped towards the magma pool.
However, even masters like Leng Jishi and Xuhuai Gu were kept in the dark, and they didn't notice the existence of this power at all.
At this time, Wei Anzheng was doing his best to make the thirteen princes gain his trust, so as to join forces to search for Fang Ling here, and then plot a big plan.
Cai Yuheng was also a little shaken, after all, Wei An's strength was not below him, and he had the ability to fight, even if he won or lost here and then took the treasure, it was reasonable, but he spared no effort to say that he had the King of Shicheng watching behind his back.
The three parties have their own thoughts and strategies, but because there is a fierce beast on Fang Ling's side, the little mink has the upper hand in strategy, and the murderous aura unique to the fierce beast emitted by the small mink poured into the magma pool, which suddenly woke up the sleeping nine-headed fire Jiao.
The bubbles of the magma pool water tumbled violently, and then exploded violently, and countless magma splashed around, revealing half of the body of the nine-headed fire dragon.
The nine-headed fire Jiao has nine heads, the dragon head is very similar to the python head because it has no horns, its eyes are like torches, and its mouth has dense fangs, its claws are pressed on the edge of the pool, and the exposed body is covered with dense fire scales, and each diamond-shaped scale has a ball of fire flickering, which suddenly illuminates the entire magma area more brightly.
Wei An was playing his wishful thinking, who knew that the nine-headed fire Jiao would suddenly wake up, and he was immediately taken aback, and the other people's faces also changed suddenly, the huge nine-headed fire Jiao was as huge as a hill, and the nine dragon heads were hideous and terrifying, and the timid ones were so frightened that cold sweat broke out on their backs, and their feet were weak.
Cai Yuheng's face sank, and he said: "Master Hou, if the King of Stone City really exists, then there is only one way for us to get through this level, and that is to jointly kill the nine-headed fire Jiao!"