Chapter 703 Let You Have No Orthodoxy in China!

Fang Xing had raised his head and looked at the three-foot-long green sandalwood stick in his hand.

It was just to offer a stick of incense on Fengchan Mountain. As a result, among the five elders of Daxue Mountain, Long Jianting died, Chu Taishang died, Zhang Daoyi died, and Wanluo Old Monster died, eighteen of them entered the battle. Among the people who helped Fang Xing break through the formation, only four people, Li Hongyi, Li Guiwa, Han Ying, and Wang Qiong, survived. Moreover, Wang Qiong was still dying and seemed to be cut off from life at any time. He and Da Jinwu didn't know. How many crimes have been suffered, how much blood has been shed, one feather is burnt and falling, and one body has suffered unimaginable serious injuries...

At the foot of the mountain, there were countless shouts and curses, as well as glances full of murderous intent.

Someone is waiting, and the atmosphere is almost brewing. It's probably time to take action to kill him!

A strange feeling grew up crazily in my heart!

"Flower your uncle's fragrance!"

Fang Xing suddenly threw the green sandalwood in his hand to the ground, stepped on it hard, and cursed at the foot of the mountain.

"You fucking talk about burning incense, burning incense, why are you dying for such a stick of incense? You Nanzhan bastards are urging me to burn incense now. Why didn't you come into the battle to help me just now? Why don't you? You group of old and middle-aged bastards from China, it’s just a matter of a stick of incense. You have to put up this fucking formation. Now you are satisfied? Everyone is dead. I have killed all your people. My master is also dead. He is clean now. Go and die holding on to your orthodoxy. I will not play with you..."

This sudden curse immediately caused a slight lull in the curses at the bottom of the mountain.

Is this little devil going crazy?

Many people couldn't help but feel a look of sympathy in their eyes.

Anyone who was betrayed in this situation would go crazy, right?

Of course, maybe it's not madness... but obsession!

At this moment, Long Jun showed a wry smile and looked helplessly at Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci.

The goddess of Yin Ling Dao, Fairy Chacha, frowned slightly.

"The heat is almost done!"

Huangfu Zizhu has already looked at the three Taoist masters of the North Third Path, and those three Taoist masters are looking at Elder Dezhao and the murderous monks from the Wen family, Yun family, Mu family and so on not far away. , even at this time, they will not take action to avoid causing some uncontrollable consequences. Anyway, some people are about to be unable to suppress the murderous intention in their hearts. At this time, they just focus on Long Jun, and only need to Just make sure that no one can stop others when they take action.

The little devil must die, and die now.

Otherwise, if it is delayed for a long time, even the three of them cannot guarantee whether there will be an accident.

After all, the little devil broke through ten formations in a row. It is not an exaggeration to say that he defeated all the sects in the northern region of China with one person's power. The impact was too great.

Even if his life was taken in this way in the end, it would only be because of the foreshadowing of the Huangfu family, and it was just calculation without intention. Will there be some accidents afterwards, and will anyone speak justice for this little devil? The three of them might even use this as an excuse to criticize Beisandao's behavior, so they would never personally take action at this time and be tainted by this absurd cause and effect.

Around him, some people sneered and looked forward to it, while others shook their heads in regret.

No matter what, he actually got the plan of the North Third Dao Master, and the Yuanying master took action to kill him. This little devil is proud enough. Even if he dies, he is destined to be famous all over the world. It is a pity that he has not been able to survive for ten consecutive years. Formation cannot but be called a genius.

But it happened to fall into such a predicament, and it was a pity that a genius died.

At this moment, Fang Xing, who had trampled the incense stick into powder, had already raised his head, glanced at the cultivators at the foot of the mountain hatefully, and then looked at the fragrant bronze cauldron, his eyes It was red, like an angry rabbit: "At this time, you are still trying to plot against me, but I tell you, I didn't come here just to burn incense today. I came just to kill people. Now my master is dead." Well, I’ve killed enough people, aren’t you just doing this for some orthodox or unorthodox reason?”

In the midst of an angry roar, he suddenly spit heavily at the foot of the mountain. His eyes were as red as a rabbit, and he turned around angrily. Suddenly he squatted down and held the big bronze cauldron with one hand. He held the mouth of the tripod with one hand, exhaled loudly, and suddenly lifted up the bronze tripod, which weighed ten thousand kilograms. Then he freed up his hand to pat the small ivory tower, and suddenly there was a door. The bronze door flew out. It was the sect-suppressing treasure that had been taken from Lingqiao Zong Shi Yinyuan. It stood faintly in the air. The door leaf opened, revealing a dark space. Fang Xing was carrying the bronze cauldron and strode forward. Got in.

"Since you dare to offend me, from today onwards, you all should stop being fucking orthodox!"

"Jin Liuzi, let's go!"

Amid the shouts, Fang Xing stepped into the bronze door, and his figure disappeared.

Next to him, the Big Golden Crow was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly reacted. He let out a "croak" sound, rolled up his big wings, and pulled Li Hongyi, Han Ying and others in, and then his body flowed like a stream. Like gold, he rushed through the bronze door quickly.

Just after it rushed into the bronze gate, the light of this rare treasure flickered, became smaller and smaller, and disappeared in an instant.

Up and down the mountain, the cultivators were stunned.

Seeing that the little devil had become the target of thousands of people, he was in a state of despair, but he did not expect that this strange change would happen again.

The square on the top of Fengchan Mountain was empty, and the little devil was missing.

The key thing is...

The bronze cauldron is also missing!

Although the cauldron is not a treasure, it has been passed down from ancient times. It has been placed on the top of Fengchan Mountain for tens of thousands of years. It has always been regarded by the Northern Region of China as an ancient object to suppress the aura of a region, no matter how strong the cultivation level is and how powerful the power is. If any sect wants to establish its way in the Northern Territory, it must burn a stick of incense here, otherwise it will not be considered orthodox. Over tens of thousands of years, this tripod has become the orthodox symbol of the Northern Territory.

But now, this tripod has been snatched away?

Doesn't this mean that all the sects in the Northern Territory have become unorthodox?

Huangfu Zizhu, who felt that he had everything under control, was stunned, and it took him a long time to swallow in vain.

"what's the situation?"

And those Nanzhan cultivators who were angrily shouting and scolding all stopped suddenly as if their throats were being strangled.

"****..."

After reacting, the Taoist Master of Beisan Dao and other Chinese monks with respect for their identity and high cultivation level in the Northern Territory rushed to Fengchan Mountain like crazy, but no matter how they urged their spiritual consciousness to look, they could no longer find that person. There was no trace of the little devil. Except for a trace of fluctuation in the void, it was as if the little devil had never existed and there was no trace left behind.

"Yes... it's the Lingxu Gate, the sect-protecting treasure of our Lingqiao Sect... That door was originally a movable altar. This little devil must have contacted another altar in advance. He passed through that door. The gate has already gone to another place. What is hateful is that the characteristic of this rare treasure is that after it is opened, it can be taken away from another altar. We can..."

The murderous aura of Elder Dezhao of the Lingqiao Sect turned into panic. He kept talking for a long time, but could not go on.

But he didn't need to continue talking, all the monks in the northern region of China understood.

But where the hell are you going to find him...

The girl who came riding the strange fish was so shocked that she was speechless for a long time.

But the young monk who was reciting the sutra forgot to knock the wooden fish and continued to recite the sutra. But when he listened carefully, he heard: "It's too strong, too strong!"

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Old Hu Qin laughed three times, staggered a few steps, and sat down weakly, coughing from laughter.

"This little bastard, does he just grab something and leave every time?"

The dragon girl didn't know whether she was crying or laughing, but she thought of the treasury being stolen, and her mood was quite complicated.

"Haha, you are indeed a disaster. Chaos has appeared in the Northern Territory!"

The Dragon Lord held up his palms and laughed at the same time, quite enjoying the misfortune: "That's good. There is no orthodoxy in the entire Northern Territory. Whoever wants to establish a path can establish it. Our Hai Clan has to occupy an area first. Demon Land will also speed up the process, and those overseas big sects will definitely not miss this opportunity. I want to see who can use this unorthodox reputation to take advantage of us in the future!"

Amidst the laughter, he turned around and saw Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci who were still in a daze. He smiled and patted the two little girls and said, "Don't worry, I have just discovered now that everything I guessed before is correct." That's wrong, he will never become a demon, so you don't have to worry, haha, with this little bastard's temperament, if he doesn't want to become a demon, who else can force him to become a demon?"

"this……"

Amidst the uproar at the bottom of the mountain, Yin Ling Dao Tea Fairy was also stunned. Her mouth was so big that she could stuff an egg into it. She didn't even know if the teapot had been knocked over. After staying there for a long, long time, she held her head in distress and said, "This future ...I haven't seen it...Tianyi Sijiu, one of them escapes. I haven't seen this future anyway. Could it be that he is the one in the dark?"