Whip after whip, as if urging life, forcing the Dao Master of the Talisman to bow his head.

I'm not in a hurry, and your Talisman Dao Divine Son's physique is strong enough, so delay as much as possible, you think about it slowly, think about it and then admit defeat to me, admit defeat, you can take back a god son who still has a life left, but you have to follow the content of the life and death contract, obediently allow us to stand up to the south, no matter how difficult the remaining two formations are, I don't have to break in, master, take advantage of it first.

Others thought that the contract of life and death was just set up by Fang Xing to ensure that he killed people, but they did not think that if he wanted to kill people, why should he make a contract? The real purpose is to achieve this goal through this contract.

Anyway, when it comes to the eighth formation, the revenge will be avenged, and Song Guichan, the son of the pure yang Dao, is annoying, that is also he took advantage of him, killed his woman, and slapped him in the face in public, and he came to find himself to take revenge, he can find a safe place to recuperate, and wait for him to come to him for revenge.

This is to make it clear that the Dao Master of the Talisman Dao is forcing the Daoist Master to make a decision!

The anxious person was the Daoist Master of the Talisman Instrument, Fang Xing was not in a hurry, and he whipped one whip after another with a sense of rhythm.

"Little devil, you are ruthless enough......"

In this maddening atmosphere, even the Dao Master of the Talisman Weapon also became hideous.

Turning his head, he glanced at the Pure Yang Dao Dao Master and the Yin Spirit Dao Master, and exchanged opinions with the two of them, as if he had made a decision.

With a cold gaze, he looked at Fang Xing on the mountain, and was already ready to open his mouth to save people.

He can't be saved, if not. The loss of a son of God is a small matter. The heart of the lost disciples is big.

Although it saved people. Some people will feel that Fu Qi Dao is good at making claims because of his own god son, and he agreed to the matter of Nanzhan Lidao, and there will definitely be a lot of interrogation voices afterwards, but at this time, it is impossible for him to watch his own god son being beaten to death, even if he needs to pay a lot of money to quell the interrogation of other forces afterwards, he must also open his mouth at this time.

"Little devil, do you dare to bully me like this?"

It's the one he wants to say to save people. On the mountain, there was a sudden angry shout.

The person who spoke was Zhao Changhe, who seemed to be dying, at this time he suddenly concentrated all his strength, yelled in the direction, his eyes flashed a touch of despair and ruthlessness, and at the same time as the shouting sounded, he glanced at Fang Xing viciously, and then looked at the sky. I spit it out in a choked breath, and it was extremely long. It seems to have exhaled all the breath of his body.

There is only exhalation, not inhalation.

This breath was exhaled, and the vitality on Zhao Changhe's body withered rapidly, and the loss was infinite.

Fang Xing's eyes suddenly froze at this moment.

This bastard is killing herself!

Cultivators have great vitality, even if they are seriously injured, as long as they don't want to die, they can stimulate the infinite vitality in their bodies to maintain their vitality, and the same injury is placed on ordinary people, and they may have died countless times, but what Zhao Changhe did at this time was to give up that breath of life, and his body would no longer lock his life, and let his life disperse and leave.

He was nailed to the stone tablet by Fang Xing, and he didn't even have the ability to blow up the golden pill by himself, but he could still do it when he dispersed this breath.

A person who was already arrogant and arrogant, but was whipped like a prisoner by the little devil in front of Nanzhan and the monks of Shenzhou, Zhao Changhe already had a sense of despair in his heart, in this case, even if he survived, what would he do? Falling into the mud from the clouds, he will never be able to return to the feeling of being a god son of the Talisman Dao, even if he returns to the sect, I am afraid that he will also be taken off the title of god son and become an ordinary disciple, closed from the world, and will always accept the guidance and ridicule of others.

What's more, this little devil used himself as a bargaining chip and established a way in Shenzhou, and he would become a sinner.

The situation will develop, and it is he who has fulfilled the monk Nanzhan.

This made Zhao Changhe completely desperate in his heart, and in shame, he chose to kill himself.

"Smack!"

Fang Xing's last whip slapped Zhao Changhe's body, but he was completely lifeless and couldn't feel it.

This Talisman Dao Divine Son voluntarily gave up his life and became a dead corpse.

In other words, Fang Xing really beat him to death.

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

Fang Xing looked at him coldly, stared at him for a long time, and suddenly took back the stone tablet with his palm, and let him fall to the ground.

At this time, he admitted that Zhao Changhe was more ruthless than himself, at least he couldn't waste his life with such ruthlessness.

At this time, up and down the mountain, sensing the severance of Zhao Changhe's vitality, the cultivators were also stunned.

In front of the cultivators of the Northern Regions of Shenzhou, and even in front of the Daoist Master of the Talisman Dao, he actually killed Zhao Changhe, the son of the Dao of the Talisman Dao, this cruel and tragic scene really shocked the Northern Region of Shenzhou, and it is destined to become the biggest event in the Northern Region of Shenzhou, the biggest event in three hundred years, it is estimated that it will be spread for more than a thousand years, and the Daoist Master of the Talisman Dao, looking at the scene on the mountain, has not spoken for a long time.

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

was dumb, just coldly looking at the little devil who had taken back the stone tablet, and Zhao Changhe, who had fallen to the ground.

"Boom!"

Just when Zhao Changhe's figure was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly made a move, his big hand was like the sky, and he pressed towards Fengchan Mountain.

At this moment, the corners of Long Jun's robe were windless, and he was raised, and his divine thoughts were like a tide, tied to the body of this talisman Dao master.

And the two Dao Masters of the Pure Yang Dao and the Yin Spirit Dao were also secretly shocked in their hearts, and they all got up together and looked at the Dao Masters of the Talisman Dao.

It's just that they didn't make a move, because the palm of the Dao Master of the Fu Weapon Dao was pressed, but it was not in a rage that he shot at Fang Xing, but a gravitational force probed out, taking Zhao Changhe, who was already lifeless, down the mountain and holding him in his arms, and then he turned around and glanced at Long Jun and Zhu Nanzhan Monk, turned around, and stopped slightly when he passed by the two Dao Masters of Pure Yang and Yin Spirit, and said lightly: "The rules of Zen sealing are as big as the sky, and there are too many people watching the battle at this time, so I won't make a move!"

The figure paused slightly, and his gaze became cold: "But after ten formations, this son will die......"

The Pure Yang Dao Lord and the Yin Spirit Dao Master glanced at him and fell silent at the same time.

Even they can't grasp the direction of things, and at such times, it is superfluous to say anything.

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

After a long time, the Pure Yang Dao Dao Master spoke softly: "Even if he doesn't follow the rules, we will hand him over to the Fu Dao to deal with!"

Rumble!

There were many Nanzhan monks around who heard what this Pure Yang Dao Master said, and their hearts were in turmoil.

Some people couldn't help but scold, but soon ushered in the gloomy gaze of the Daoist Master of the Talisman Weapon, and they were silent.

At this time, Fang Xing and Zhu Nanzhan juniors had already thrown Zhao Changhe's body on the ground, the dignified Talisman Dao Divine Son, but at this time he died miserably, he was barely humanoid by the thunder whip, and not far away a group of Talisman Dao disciples, looking at Fang Xing's eyes, all of them were full of hatred, gritting their teeth, and heavy sorrow floated above their heads, like a ghostly manifestation, wanting to devour people.

Brother Nanzhan was also a little miserable on his side.

A total of eighteen people entered the formation to help Fang Xing break through, but no one expected that the sixth formation Fang Xing broke by itself, they didn't help, and the seventh formation of the Li family sisters and brothers helped a lot, it can be said that they broke the formation with one force, and they didn't help, so it was easy to get to the eighth formation, and they helped, but for a while, five people died, seven were injured, and eighteen people entered the battle, but only thirteen people remained, and one person was seriously injured.

"Boy, a catastrophe is about to come......"

The dragon monarch under Fengchan Mountain, with far-reaching eyes, looked at the Fang Xing on the mountain from afar.

Beside him, one on the left and one on the right, there were two girls, one holding Yaoqin, and the other tightly twisting the corners of their clothes, it was Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci, when the eighteen sons went up the mountain, the two of them also had to go up, but they were carried back by Long Jun one by one, pressed by his side, and did not let them come forward to make trouble, these two girls did not have the ability to escape under his hands, they just watched with concern, Long Jun was just smiling, one would praise Ying Qiaoqiao's good eyes, and one would ask Chu Ci how to maintain such a thin waist.

"See, if you went up just now, you would probably be dead by now!"

Long Jun looked at the situation on Fengchan Mountain, and said to Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci with a smile.

The two girls didn't know what to go back, but they were still unwilling in the end, and they held their breath in their hearts.

Long Jun laughed and said: "Don't sulk, I brought you two back because you went up and couldn't help him, on the contrary, if you don't go up, you have the opportunity to help him, and it really helps him, not to make trouble......"

"Former ...... Senior, you're talking about ......"

Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci glanced at each other, but they didn't understand what Long Jun said, and after a while, Ying Qiaoqiao asked questions.

Long Jun smiled a little helplessly, and only said after a while: "He will have a big disaster soon, and only you can help him with that big disaster!"

Chu Ci's little face turned pale: "Is someone trying to kill him?"

She turned to look around, even if her cultivation was not good, she could also see that in the clouds under the mountain, there were many more murderous monks at some point, including the Yun family, the Wen family, the monks of the shogunate family, and even an old ancestor of the Dexterous Sect, squatting in the void with murderous energy, everyone understood that this was here to take revenge, and the killing intent was so heavy, no one could persuade them.

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

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

Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci's eyes were a little confused, and they didn't know what Long Jun was referring to. (To be continued.) )