Chapter 474: Lord of the Ruins

He fell headfirst into Huang Quanhai, but before the surprise of the cultivators faded away, Fang Xing had already risen up again, but this time he rose up, not by his own strength, but by his feet, impressively holding The sea water of Huangquanhai, like a spring, rests under his feet, making him stand proudly in mid-air, with his hands behind his back, his eyes showing murderous intent.

"You want to take advantage of this time to plot tricks against Lao Xie, this old thing...why not?"

There was a sneer on Fang Xing's face.

While Dapeng Xiewang was negotiating with all the repairmen, he also took the opportunity to complete his preparations.

He was talking slowly, and then suddenly he squeezed his fist!

With a bang, the turbulent waters of Huangquan raised waves tens of feet high, and they rushed behind Fang Xing. At this time, Fang Xing was carrying Huangquanhai on his back, but the cultivators were facing him, and suddenly became a Liao Zhongxiu faced Huang Quanhai's situation.

In the sea water of Huangquan, the overwhelming death energy contained in it scared the leaders of the Jindan Mahayana to take a step back.

A gust of wind blows in from a distance, and in the wind, there are thousands of undead, ferocious and ferocious...

This kind of vision changed the faces of all the cultivators on this cliff.

Behind is the Taishang ruins, and there is an abyss full of strange magic circles in the middle, but in front of you, there is the Yellow Spring Sea, which is unspeakably dangerous and terrifying, with front and rear pincers, there is no way for all the cultivators to escape. What they were even more afraid of was that Fang Xing, who stepped on the water of the Yellow Spring, seemed to be standing on flat ground, he was not afraid of the corrosion of the sea water of the Yellow Spring.

It can even be said that the ghosts in the sea, which are more terrifying than the water of the Yellow Spring, rushed ten feet away from him, and suddenly stopped their running momentum. Then, starting from the first row of ghosts, they unexpectedly... knelt down !

Countless ghosts, after arriving in front of Fang Xing, suddenly knelt down on one knee.

Row after row, in an instant, the sea surface could hardly be seen, only the kneeling dead spirits.

"Actually, the greatest good fortune of Taishang Taoism, at least... is the most useful good fortune in this Guixu, which is identity!"

Fang Xing looked at the terrified eyes of all the cultivators, and slowly boasted: "I have broken through the ancient road to Tongtian, my current identity is a remnant of the Taishang Daoist lineage! This Guixu is my territory, Here, I can let you live or you can die, I can take you away, and I can also lock you here until you die... Simply put, I control your life, and I also control you Death, in front of me, what choice do you have? Hmph, from now on, whether you want to or not, you can only sit under my command, otherwise... just wait to be exterminated ..."

The leaders of the various tribes were stunned, their eyes were like electricity, and they looked at Fang Xing in mid-air in horror and sternness!

They thought of Fang Xing's good luck, but they didn't think that Fang Xing's power would suddenly increase to the point where they were out of their control. After all, no matter how strong good fortune is, there is no reason to reach the sky in one step. This is why they dare to calculate Fang Xing .

It takes time to digest and grow after getting good luck!

However, unexpectedly, Fang Xing possessed the power to control Huangquanhai Yinling...

Now, the thousands of undead in Huangquanhai have already set off Fang Xing's identity beyond recognition. These countless undead are all the remnants of the disciples who died in the catastrophe of the Supreme Daoist, but now , They all bowed down, not to Fang Xing, but to his identity, a remnant of the Taishang Taoist lineage, or in other words, the inheritance of the eleven disciples...

The Taishang Taoism has a profound foundation and countless disciples. They are divided into four categories: outer disciples, inner disciples, true disciples, and inheritance disciples. Among them, the inheritance disciples are undoubtedly the highest status, second only to the former nine elders. , represents the inheritance of Taoism. In other words, in simple terms, each of the ten immortals of the year was a disciple of the inheritance.

But now, Fang Xing has become the eleventh disciple of the Supreme Taoist lineage.

This also led to, in the eyes of thousands of dead spirits in Huang Quanhai, he was no longer an outsider, but his own.

Not only his own people, but also his inheritance disciples whose status is higher than his own.

Therefore, in front of Fang Xing, they did not have the slightest hostility, but worshiped!

"This... this... this is unreasonable..."

Granny Yao, who paid homage to Yueshi, was the first to yell. She didn't believe it, and she was not willing to see such a scene. In fact, after Fang Xing entered the depths of the Taishang site, she and Luo Musang were the most worried Fang Xing received a special inheritance, because the two of them had already formed a deep grudge with Fang Xing when they were on the road, so deep down in their hearts, they were really worried that Fang Xing would take revenge.

It was precisely because they were afraid of Fang Xing's revenge that they made a plan to rob Fang Xing's fortune early on.

Together with the Fengtian Clan and the Yushou Clan, they robbed Fang Xing of his good fortune, and then killed him, so as not to have long nights and dreams.

The plan was going well, but Fang Xing's Chilong actually died, and the kid didn't hide in the Taishang Ruins as they feared. At this point, they thought their plan was more than half successful. All conspiracies and tricks will disappear in the face of strength. A kid in the foundation-building realm is being targeted by him. What kind of waves can he make?

Therefore, they, who had already regarded Fang Xing's good fortune as something in their pockets, saw the waves that Fang Xing turned up.

Huangquan ocean waves...

"From today onwards, I am the leader here, young master, are you convinced?"

Fang Xing squatted down on the waves of Huangquan, looked at the leaders below with a smile and said.

"...Little... brat, do you really think that we... are afraid of you?"

Granny Yao, who worshiped Yueshi, turned the dragon's head, her face was a little ferocious, she seemed to be unable to hold back her anger, and wanted to make a move. Beside her, Luo Mu, the leader of the Xiaoshi tribe's alliance, was shocked, and hurriedly reached out to stop her. Shouted: "Grandma Yao, don't..." But before she finished speaking, Granny Yao struggled hard, but bounced Luo Musang out, and her figure fell towards Huangquanhai.

Luo Musang yelled, suddenly turned around, pressed both hands, and with a bang, a monstrous pill light flashed towards Fang Xing. The strength of this pill light is a special power that can only be bred in the golden core realm , the speed was extremely fast, and the power was unimaginably tyrannical. Almost in an instant, he was in front of Fang Xing. Looking at the power, even the upper half of his body would be shattered.

Originally they came here for good fortune, but at this time, Fang Xing's good fortune has exceeded their imagination. In order to prevent Fang Xing from retaliation, Luo Musang and Granny Yao made such a decision in an instant, that is, Yes, kill Fang Xing to avoid future troubles. It seems that Granny Yao wanted to kill her, but Luo Musang stopped her, but in fact, it was Luo Musang who made the move.

Pill light is transformed into an instant...

Just, useless!

Fang Xing's current soul has absorbed the shattering power of the Nascent Soul of the ancestor of the hateful sky. Although the shattering power of the soul of the ancestor of the hateful sky is so huge that he can only absorb a small part, it is still enough to make the His soul has grown to an unprecedented level. As a result of the surge in power of the soul, it is reasonable that his consciousness has also increased, becoming extremely sensitive.

In the small movements of Granny Yao and Luo Musang's eye contact, he was already vigilant.

When Luo Musang made a move, Fang Xing had a thought, and the monstrous waters of Huangquan had already supported him to retreat a distance of nearly a hundred feet. At the same time, he held a seal with both hands, sat cross-legged, and said softly: "The Supreme Dao fruit, the illusion of yin and yang, today I am the Supreme Master inheriting the eleven disciples, temporarily borrowing the strength of all the brothers and sisters, help me destroy the powerful enemy, and use the power of the Supreme Master..."

The crisp sound resounded faintly on the surface of Huangquan Sea.

And the countless Huangquanhai dead spirits who knelt in front of Fang Xing suddenly raised their heads, and their faint eyes fell on the faces of the leaders of several tribes. In the panic of all the cultivators, With a bang, like a tidal wave, the endless Huangquanhai undead rushed towards them in unison, full of death energy, desperately trying to drown the leaders.

It was when they crossed the Yellow Spring Sea in the first place, if they wanted to resist the ghosts of the Yellow Spring Sea, they all needed the awe-inspiring righteousness of the Fengtian Fa Sword to kill them. What's more, the ghosts in this sea seem to have gained the backbone now, although on the surface His ferocious aura has subsided, and his soul power in essence has skyrocketed? In front of this group of undead, the strength of the leaders of each clan is really weak.

"Xing... Master Xing, please forgive me... this old man... wants to be the pawn of that horse..."

Surrounded by undead, Luo Musang, the leader of the alliance of the Xiao clan, tried his best to hold up the alchemy light, and he could hardly resist it, and shouted at the same time.

At this point, life and death are at stake, and he really doesn't care about losing face, so he opens his mouth and is about to become a slave.

"You old bastard, you have a smile on your face, and you are more ruthless than anyone else in your heart. Don't be such a pawn..."

Fang Xing was sitting on the sea at this time, keeping a distance of hundreds of feet from all the cultivators. Seeing that all the cultivators were besieged by undead spirits, he relaxed, coldly rejected Luo Musang's proposal, and then took another look until , still looked at his Granny Yao coldly, and said: "You old bastard has always been at odds with the young master, you have plotted against me many times, and you have to die..."

Finally, he glanced at Zi Taoren, the leader of the Fengtian Clan, and Shi Nansha, the leader of the Yushou Clan, who were ashen-faced. The three of them were all trapped, and they had already propped up their alchemy at this time to resist the invasion of Yin spirits, but it was of little use. Sooner or later, now it can be said that it is a dying struggle.

"As for you... whether you want to die or live, it's just a matter of thought!"