Chapter 178 Domineering Xing Tian
Fang Yang took out the Vacuum White Lotus and jumped directly into the interior of the Vacuum White Lotus.
In Buzhou Mountain, in addition to Gonggong and Xingtian, there are also some powerful people who come here to try to crack the Zhenlong chess game. For a long time, they, together with Gonggong and Xingtian, were trapped in Buzhou Mountain, unable to get out at all.
It would really not be a good thing if they were allowed to sense the energy and blood of the Chaos Demon God.
As soon as he entered the White Lotus of Vacuum, the essence and blood of the Demon God of Destiny poured in from all directions, drowning Fang Yang in it.
Don't think that this essence and blood is a lot. In terms of drops, there are only six drops at most. How huge is the body of the Chaos Demon God? A drop of their blood can drown a person in it.
The misty light bloomed, and the essence and blood of the Demon of Destiny began to enter Fang Yang's body.
At first, the will of the Demon God of Destiny wanted to act as a demon. However, as soon as the Demon God of Destiny's will showed up, it was ruthlessly crushed by Pangu's will and was instantly shattered.
"good!"
Seeing that his method worked, Fang Yang dispersed the innate Pangu's Dharma, introduced Pangu's will into his body, and began to cleanse the essence and blood of the Demon of Destiny.
He wanted to ensure that every drop of essence and blood he absorbed was clean, with no trace of the will of the Destiny Demon remaining.
On the other side, Gonggong flipped through Houtu Empress's letter and read it over and over again.
"Chi You reincarnated and competed for the Human Emperor."
"The Twelve Golden Immortals massacred the Jiuli clan."
"Explain the teachings and calculations, and the nine phoenixes will fly away into the starry sky."
Every time Gonggong saw this, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth and wished he could leave Mount Buzhou immediately and massacre all the Taoist disciples.
I thought that the Wu Clan, the Pangu sect, the most orthodox race in the ancient world, could not even find a place to stay.
"Pangu League reappears and spreads its chess pieces widely."
"Xuangui reincarnated and vowed to destroy Xuanmen."
When Gonggong saw Empress Houtu picking up her fighting spirit, strategizing, and once again gathering Pangu League and Xuanmen to fight, a happy smile appeared on his face.
"Okay! This is my Pangu authentic spirit. It is true that sister Houtu lost her true form as an ancestral witch, but the will of Father God has been transmitted to her."
The more Gonggong saw these things, the happier he became.
They, brother and sister, haven't seen each other for a long time. Even just a letter made him happy.
Just when Fang Yang was refining the essence and blood of the Demon of Destiny and Gonggong was reading the letter from Empress Houtu over and over again, the mountains shook and the ground shook, there were several loud rumblings, and a figure walked into the valley.
This figure is a head shorter than Gonggong. Specifically, because he has no head.
With his breasts as his eyes and his navel as his mouth, he holds a golden shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. He is full of fighting spirit. In terms of momentum, he is only slightly inferior to Gonggong Zuwu.
Xingtian, the great witch of the witch clan, is the first person under the ancestral witch.
"Meet the ancestral witch!"
After Xing Tian entered the valley, he completely ignored Vacuum White Lotus and saluted Gong Gong directly.
Gonggong was very happy to see Xingtian arriving. He waved and said: "Xingtian, don't be too polite! Come here quickly, this is a letter written by sister Houtu to us."
"Did you receive a letter from Houtu Zuwu?"
When Xing Tian heard this, his tone was also very excited.
This Buzhou Mountain is isolated from the outside world. Neither he nor Gonggong are good at divination and cannot predict what is going on outside. They worry about the Wu Clan every day, fearing that something will happen to the Wu Clan.
Xing Tian jumped over a hundred miles and jumped in front of Gong Gong.
Gonggong handed the letter to Xingtian, and Xingtian took the letter into his hands as if he had found a treasure.
Like Gonggong, he also cried and laughed for a while before calming down.
"Ancestral Witch, is this letter sent into Buzhou Mountain by the owner of the lotus? Is he not going out?"
Xing Tian asked with concern.
Gonggong laughed loudly: "Don't worry. Of course Sister Houtu has her own reasons for doing things. The person she sent to deliver the message is a genius, who has attained enlightenment in 400,000 years. This is not Zhou Xianshan, trapped If you want, you can write a letter and ask this little friend to take him out."
"real?"
Xing Tian's voice was particularly surprising.
He missed Xiang Liu, Hou Yi, Jiufeng, and every witch in the Wu clan.
"Of course it's true. However, we have to give this little friend some gifts. Sister Houtu said that he has made great contributions to our Wu clan. Although sister Houtu rewarded him, we also have to express our gratitude. Think about it.”
The Gonggong intention has something to say.
When Xing Tian heard the words, he immediately responded: "Don't worry, Zu Wu. I will prepare a gift for this little friend now."
After saying that, Xing Tian stamped his feet, flew into the sky, and disappeared into the valley.
Buzhou Mountain is so big that it is like a small world. However, Xing Tian is a figure who can defeat the Emperor of Heaven. His cultivation is converted into the realm of an immortal, which is equivalent to the mid-stage quasi-sage.
In the middle stage of quasi-sage, he is not considered weak among quasi-sages. What's more, the Wu Clan is blessed with a physical body and can often leapfrog challenges.
After a while, Xing Tian came to a thick cliff.
This cliff is different from other places. There are about ten people sitting on it. These ten or so people, both men and women, have good morals and customs, and their cultivation level is higher than that of Daluo Jinxian.
Among these ten or so people, there are two quasi-sages, one is an old Taoist in blue and the other is an old Taoist in linen. They were sitting on both sides of a chessboard, studying the Zhenlong chess game.
For Daluo Jinxian, this Buzhou Immortal Mountain is far away from disputes and is simply a paradise.
However, for the beings under Daluo Jinxian, Buzhou Immortal Mountain is not friendly.
Buzhou Immortal Mountain is isolated from the outside world, and there is no spiritual energy inside. In order to save mana to the greatest extent, the immortals have to sleep.
As soon as Xing Tian landed, the Quasi-Saints and Golden Immortals present were all shocked.
In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is respected, and it is the same everywhere.
However, Xing Tian did not look at those Golden Immortals, but walked straight to the Taoist priests in green and hemp clothes.
"Qingyi, hemp clothes, you will immediately destroy your corpses and hand over your innate spiritual treasures to someone!"
Xing Tian spoke bluntly.
The Taoist priests in green and hemp clothes were furious when they heard this.
The Taoist priests in hemp clothes could not help but say: "Xing Tian, your Wu clan is too arrogant and domineering. This is Buzhou Immortal Mountain. Even if you want our innate spiritual treasures, what's the use?"
Seeing that the Taoist priests in hemp clothes dared to accuse Xing Tian, the Golden Immortals present flew away one after another, not daring to stay for a moment.
In this prison, the power of the Wu clan is too strong. Only one Xing Tian is needed to sweep the whole place, and no one can defeat him.
Xing Tian laughed: "Domineering? That's right! My Wu clan is domineering. I only ask you, hand it over or not. If you don't hand it over, I will destroy your flesh and take away the innate spiritual treasure."
Ma Yi was so angry that he gnashed his teeth, but he looked at Xing Tian and could do nothing.
Even if he and Qing Yi joined forces, they could fight against Xing Tian. But don't forget that there is Gong Gong behind Xing Tian.
"Hand it over! I will! But Taoist friend, you have to promise that this is the last time."
The Qing Yi old Taoist on the side was very sincere.
Xing Tian made a buzzing sound: "My Wu clan, a promise is worth a thousand gold. You don't have a second innate spiritual treasure, what do I want you for?"
"Okay!"
Seeing that Xing Tian made a promise, the Qing Yi old Taoist summoned his good corpse.
