"Jie Ji ......"

Just when the cultivators had just broken away from the confrontation between Fang Xing and Han Longzi, and discussed in a low voice the timing of the opportunity, they suddenly heard a cold and terrifying strange laugh in the western sky, but saw that on the top of the mountain in the distance, there seemed to be a blood-red mist coming, and in the mist, there were a hundred and ten little ghosts dressed in red and green, surrounded by a big sedan chair.

The little ghosts who carried the sedan chair were all dressed in red and green, greased and powdered, looking like they were doing some happy event, eight strong imps, carrying the black sedan chair as big as the altar in the middle, and dozens of imps in front of them were beating gongs and drums, blowing suona, ticking and ticking happily, and behind them were followed by dozens of disciples in white linen clothes, fluttering and walking, not dusty.

"Senior Brother Leng, it's not good, it's ...... It's the demon who is coming......"

When the disciples of Wanluo Academy heard this laughter, their faces immediately turned pale with fright, and they looked at Leng Ziyan in fear.

Leng Ziyan also had a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, remembering the battle with the monks of Southern Xinjiang......

At that time, he and the princes of the Great Snow Mountain were still together, but they couldn't take advantage of the southern Xinjiang monks, and the final result was that each side lost four or five Spirit Movement Realm disciples, and then retreated, he also suffered some injuries in that battle, and what has always made him shameless is that it was not the prince of the ghost country who injured him at that time, but a ghost general under him.

But now, the prince of the ghost country has come in person......

This hateful ghost, why didn't he go into the depths of the Xuan Domain to win the name on the list, but he wanted to come here to take this opportunity?

Leng Ziyan was already trembling, half angry. More of it is scary.

"Huh, the gongs and drums. Is it possible to marry a bride?"

Fang Xing frowned. Looking at the sedan chair, he carried the magic eye technique, and after a short time, he had already seen the appearance of the people in the sedan chair clearly, and he frowned disgustingly, snorted, and said, "Where did such an ugly bride come from?"

But it turned out that the person sitting on the sedan chair was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old young man. Wearing a pair of red silk trousers, a naked upper body, black around his eyes, like a ghost, and a funny pigtail on his head, grinning and smiling like a fool, holding a large black bowl in his hand, surrounded by seven or eight beautiful women.

"This person is not easy to mess with, you better be careful......"

The robber in Tsing Yi chuckled softly. Reminder of the party.

Fang Xing glanced at him and said, "What's the matter, do you think he's too disgusting to do it?"

The robber in Tsing Yi covered his mouth and smiled. Said: "I heard that this person is very difficult, you are talking about it, don't be heard by him, so as not to cause trouble, to be honest, I came to Nanzhan here, and there are only three or four of the jealous young generation Tianjiao, this person is one of them, his name is Li Ying, he is the prince of the ghost country in southern Xinjiang, if you can not provoke him, it is best not to provoke him!"

"Southern Xinjiang Ghost Country?"

Fang Xing was slightly stunned and groaned.

He has also heard that there are four domains in Nanzhan, namely Chu Domain, Western Desert, Southern Xinjiang and Northern Divine Mountain, the inheritance of the four domains is very different, but this Southern Xinjiang is an evil and vicious faction, and even their names are called ghost countries, which can be seen in general.

It's just that it's not clear how difficult this ghost prince is, compared to that golden bastard.

The robber in Tsing Yi seemed to see through his mind and explained softly: " Before I came, I read the scroll record about him, the inheritance of the ghost country, has always been different from other inheritances, pay attention to the number of fate and anger, it is said that the inheritance method of the ghost king's court, especially evil, each generation of princes, is by the ghost king to collect the world's young children, specially selected that lunar year and moon when the child was born, but very talented, kill it with a secret method, and then select a yin woman, send him to reincarnate, after reincarnation, born to the age of nine years and nine days and nine days, he will be killed again, and then sent his reincarnation, so reincarnated nine times, the ninth time will be reincarnated in the womb of the ghost country lady, so born, is the prince of the ghost country, such a child, but there are a total of nine people, Later, these nine people would be asked to fight each other, and the one who survived in the end was the prince of the ghost country, because of his special life, so his qualifications were very high, and because he was killed nine times, he was born violent, full of resentment, and his innate divine sense was countless times stronger than that of ordinary monks, and it was extremely terrifying......"

"Killed nine times, this baby is so miserable......"

When Fang Xing heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and said dumbfounded.

"It's because it's miserable, so it's amazing!"

The blue-faced robber nodded softly, and said: "But the ghost country also has a heritage, it is said that every ghost king was killed by the prince of the ghost country himself, because every generation of the prince of the ghost country hates the ghost king to the bone......"

Chu Ci listened to it on the side, his eyes widened, and he said softly: "Then they, will they still choose the next generation of princes like this?"

The blue-faced robber nodded and said, "Yes, this process has been going on for tens of thousands of years!"

"Why don't you end this legacy?"

Chu Ci's face was slightly red, and she said with some anger that the blue-faced robber was talking about the secret news of the ghost country, and even she heard it for the first time.

The blue-faced robber smiled and said, "That's their business, who knows?"

As he spoke, the sedan chair surrounded by countless little ghosts in front and back had already reached the front, and the closer the distance, the little ghosts who beat the gong and drummed the suona, the more strange the battle seemed to be like the bride's marriage, Chu Ci felt faintly afraid, her body shrank, and when Fang Xing saw this, he patted her on the head and said, "Don't worry, if he dares to provoke us, the master will send him to reincarnate for the tenth time!"

"Boom, there are a lot of people who come to grab the opportunity, and they all look delicious......"

Li Ying drank the contents of the big black porcelain bowl and threw the bowl away, but saw that the bottom of the bowl was bright red, and it looked like blood.

He swept his strange eyes and laughed strangely, but he was frightened that a large area was vacant around him, and no one approached.

Now, the edge of the basin is faintly divided into several areas, the three goblins of the North Divine Mountain occupy a piece, Fang Xing occupies a piece, Li Ying occupies a piece, no one dares to approach, and Han Jiazi, one of the four heroes of the Western Desert, also occupies a piece, but he is alone, but the place occupied is the smallest, and then there is one of the four heroes of the Western Desert, Han Longzi, although there are men on his side, the place occupied is not large.

After all, he was suppressed by Fang Xing for a move, and his status in the minds of the cultivators was undoubtedly reduced, and his prestige was greatly reduced.

The five of them, respectively, fought the position closest to the basin, faintly divided five territories, and the other monks were all lined up behind them, not daring to approach, among them, the three goblins of Fang Xing, Li Ying, and the North Divine Mountain occupied a larger area, and the area of the two heroes of the West Desert was smaller, but the two heroes of the West Desert combined, the territory was similar to the other three, and it was the trend of the faint angle of the four domains.

At this time, the spiritual clouds above the basin gathered more and more, and they were suspended above the basin like a fairy mountain, the aura was so rich that it was indescribable, it seemed that the fate was about to be born, and the hearts of the monks couldn't help but improve, and what they were more concerned about was whether this opportunity was an opportunity that the monks of the Spirit Realm could snatch, or an opportunity that the monks of the Foundation Building Realm could snatch.

If you say bluntly, if you can snatch the opportunity that the Spirit Realm monks can snatch, the monks can still give it a go, but if it is the opportunity that the Foundation Building Realm monks can snatch, then they will simply give up, who has the ability to compete for the opportunity in front of Fang Xing and the other five people?

"It's not good......"

Fang Xing looked at the huge clouds above the basin and muttered slightly in his heart.

As the clouds gathered more and more, around the basin, there was already a faint suppressive force, as if there was an invisible force field repelling him, and he had to use his spiritual power to resist it, but looking at the surrounding Spirit Realm monks, he didn't seem to feel this repulsive power at all, which made him faintly guess in his heart that this time it was very likely that the Spirit Realm could snatch it......

If that's the case, I'm afraid I'm in some trouble.

Most of the surrounding monks are here with a spiritual foundation, no matter what kind of opportunity, they can grab it, but for themselves, if it is a spiritual realm opportunity, there is no way to fight for it, and they are in the same situation as themselves, Han Jiazi, one of the four masters of the Western Desert, and the three goblins of the Northern Divine Mountain, they also came alone, and they did not follow the disciples of the spiritual realm.

It's just that around the three goblins of the North Divine Mountain, some monks from the North Divine Mountain have gathered, as if they are about to form an alliance, but Fang Xing and Han Jiazi, one of the four masters of the Western Desert, are still empty.

"If there is no other way, you can only snatch it from others, who is better to attack?"

Fang Xing pondered faintly in his heart, and when his gaze swept over Leng Ziyan, he smiled coldly in his heart.

With his divine sense, when he first arrived here, he had already discovered Leng Ziyan and those Wanluo Academy disciples, but since the other party had no intention of coming up to recognize him, he didn't bother to pay attention to it, of course, there was a more important reason that now that he had said hello, it was an acquaintance, and if he wanted to grab it, he would be embarrassed to start......

"Great, this opportunity may only be fought for by the Agile Monk, God help me!"

Leng Ziyan also faintly felt the invisible pressure coming at this time, and his heart was overjoyed.

To be honest, there are five people here, if it is the opportunity for the monks of the Foundation Realm to fight, he really doesn't have the confidence to grab it in his heart, not to mention Fang Xing, just the prince of the ghost country in the southern Xinjiang is enough for him to retreat, but if it is the opportunity that the monks of the Spirit Realm can snatch, then he can escape this catastrophe, with the strength of the disciples of Wanluo Academy, he will not return empty-handed.

The way I need to think about now is how to avoid being robbed by others, but it really can't work, so let the disciples of Wanluo Academy look for the altar and teleport out directly in the chance place, and in some big chance places, there are often altars that are directly teleported away, and the opportunity that is about to appear in this basin seems to be the biggest one, and there should be one.

Thinking of this, he made up his mind, and glanced at Fang Xing unintentionally, and a little satisfaction inexplicably appeared in his heart.

What about infinite ferocity?

After all, the five sons of Daxue Mountain occupied a seat by themselves, this descendant from a humble background, it is better to obediently watch himself seize the opportunity! (To be continued......)

PS: PS, brewing a wave of climax, begging my brother to give me some strength to make the old ghost stronger!