At this time, dozens of golden elixir monks appeared outside the palace, stepping on the clouds and staring at the palace gate. The countless gazes were combined together, almost possessing the power of killing, which made people feel scared. However, the red dragon was fearless and fearless, roaring his neck and roaring, and the dragon's eyes were full of blood. He stood in front of the palace, stared at the group of people, and rushed out to fight at any time.

"All the masters of the major clans have arrived, right?"

Fang Xing took a look and was about to rush out to show off his power, but now he won't go out even if he kills him.

There are too many masters. Just the cultivation of the Golden Elixir Mahayana is as large as ten people. In addition to the countless cultivation of the Golden Elixir, he suspected that at least two-thirds of the masters in Guixu have arrived here. Faced with so many masters, it is true that even with the protection of the Red Dragon, he does not feel safe at all. If someone catches a loophole, he may immediately capture himself.

These people are vaguely divided into four major divisions. The first three divisions are the Beast Warrior, the Beast Warrior, and the Fengtian Warrior. Each division has three leaders of the Great Vehicle of the Golden Elixir, and the Imperial Palace followed more than 30 Golden Elixir cultivations. In addition to these three divisions, there is another division, which is an alliance between the other small tribes and the lonely ghosts in Guixu, which is also considered a large part.

Among them, there are also three Golden Elixir Mahayana practices, as well as more than fifty Golden Elixir cultivators of varying realms, and their strength is not weak.

After the Ascension Platform Conference, all the clan tribes received news that the successor of Xunlong clan appeared, so they immediately sent their clan tribes and led the clan masters to come, but it also caused the number of masters on the Ascension Platform to be four or five times more. At this time, all the tribes were already considered masters, and each tribe left only one or two Jindan Mahayana cultivation and protection tribes, and the rest were all here.

Fang Xing even felt a little lucky. Fortunately, he kidnapped Magu in time. If he had hesitated a little at that time, and when so many masters joined forces, he and Chilong would have fought for their lives. He could not make any waves. When he was young, the uncle told him that he would immediately go to the caravan if he wanted to steal the caravan. He was right in front of another mountain.

"Lord of Red Dragon, come out and talk!"

In the Fengtian camp, an old cultivator with purple spots on his face shouted in a deep voice, his eyes wide open.

The Fengtian family's three great golden elixirs are the ones standing in the middle, and it seems that his identity is still above the Great Elder Fangzheng.

“No…”

Fang Xing hid in the palace and blocked his body with a large tank. Chilong blocked his body again and shouted loudly: "I won't go if I want to kill me. If I want to chat, I will just chat like this. If I dare to rush in, I will smash the big tank and kill this girl. Everyone will slap them apart!"

"Hehe, kid. Don't be too impulsive. If you hurt Fairy Ma's life, the old woman will give you some color. Don't say that you are a big bug and stew a pot of soup. Even if you have a fine skin and tender flesh, steaming it and mixing it with vinegar must be excellent..." In the Baiyuezhi, a fat old woman in a pink dress but hunched back smiled bitterly.

Isn’t it just to avoid being threatened?

Fang Xing's little temper suddenly came up. He jumped and scolded loudly: "Go to your old lady, you are so old and still wear a pink skirt. You have to know a little bit of self-consciousness when you are so old. Who can be impulsive when you see your disgusting look? Tell you, I just can't go out. If you have the ability, come in. If you dare to touch my big dog, I will strangle this stinky girl to death..."

“Bold…”

The old woman's face turned blue when she was scolded by Fang Xing. She paused the dragon-headed stick in her hand on the clouds. With a loud bang, the sky and the earth were dark, and the bright sun was shining. Infinite moonlight appeared, but butterflies condensed in the air, covering the sky and flying towards the gate of the palace. At the point of the butterfly group, it was Fang Xing, who had half a head poked out at the gate of the palace.

"Damn, do you really think I dare not?"

Fang Xing was furious and lifted the big jar with one hand and strangled Magu's neck with the other.

And the old woman had a very strong vision and had no intention of retrieving her magical powers, as if she wanted to compete with Fang Xing to the end.

Seeing the butterfly skirt approaching, the red dragon roared a long neck and wanted to pounce. Fang Xing suddenly pinched Ma Gu in the tank and lifted it up half. On the small body, there was murderous aura, not moving or shaking, without any intention of being resistant to threats.

"Grandma Yao calms down, this boy is really brave to kill..."

Elder Linglong, beside the fat old woman, was shocked and hurriedly came to her side and whispered.

A middle-aged man with long hair from the Beast Warriors also whispered: "Senior Yao, please take over your magical powers!"

The fat old woman didn't look at Linglong, but looked at the middle-aged man with long hair and said in a sequel: "Do you really think he dares to fight hard?"

The middle-aged man said lightly: "We can't afford to bet!"

The fat old woman stopped talking immediately. The middle-aged man said, "I can't afford to gamble" and already understood the current situation. She stared at Fang Xing for a while, and the dragon head crutch paused again. The butterfly shadows in the sky disappeared invisible, and the world returned to its bright appearance.

The cultivators around him breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. They naturally knew that the fat old woman wanted to try Fang Xing's courage to see if she had a chance to take Ma Gu back. But after seeing the scene of Fang Xing burning Ma Gu to death with the mirror, they were really worried that the old woman would force Fang Xing to death, and strangle Ma Gu to death, and lead everyone to leave Guixu to die together... They absolutely believe that Fang Xing could do it!

"My fellow Taoist, even if you are in such a stalemate with us, it will be useless. Seeing that September has taken off, the day before the Taishang Dao Palace is fully opened is almost one day. On the way to Guixu, I don't know what dangers are there. It is not a way for us to delay our work here. I heard that you are planning to enter the depths of Guixu. Why don't we set off earlier?"

In the Xiao Family Alliance, an old man with a kind face stood up and asked Fangxing with a smile.

Fang Xing rolled his eyes and cursed, "Go to your old bastard, you smile and see that it's not a good thing. Stay away from me. Don't you know if your young master knows the time is tight? To you, the girl in my hand has already said that after entering the depths of Guixu, you still need the Four Evil Bloodlines to sacrifice. You don't have Four Evil Blood Sacrifices now, so what will you use to enter the Taoist Palace?"

The old man in the Xiao Family Alliance suddenly froze his face. Unexpectedly, this boy threatened him to scold him, and he would be scolded if he talked well. His face suddenly looked quite bad. He paused and said, "Isn't there such a red dragon here? I have heard someone say that Ma Xianzi, and just used the blood of the red dragon as a sacrifice. Maybe he doesn't need to hurt his life, but only takes a part of his true blood?"

"True blood, your uncle's head..."

Fang Xing became even more angry when he heard this, and scolded him very much: "This kind of sacrifice is mainly about the soul in the blood. If you draw blood and die, how can you sacrifice without harming your life? Do you think your grandson is your grandson? It's so easy to cheat?"

The old man Heshan was completely unwilling to speak, and glanced at others helplessly.

This little bastard is not old and has weak cultivation, but he is not easy to deceive or scare. He can't help but be scolded even if he is persuaded. It's really difficult to deal with.

At this moment, the purple-spotted old cultivator in Fengtian suddenly spoke and said, "If you can't bear to leave the red dragon, how can you explore the secret?"

Fang Xingdao: "This purple-pox face has come to the point..."

Ziban Lao Xiu's face suddenly became very ugly!

Fang Xing said to himself: "To be honest, even if you don't want to sect, you won't sacrifice my big dog. If you force me to no avail, I will kill the girl from Xunlong, then untie the seal on the big dog, and fight with you. But before that, there is another way, that is, you can immediately search and use all the ways to find a Suzaku in Guixu. Hehe, if you catch it, everyone will be happy and you can still cooperate well!"

"Surf Bird?"

The leaders of several major clan tribes looked dark at the same time, but the two leaders of Fengtian and Wuwu clan, the old cultivators, had no surprise on their faces, but it was just a shady and sunny day. Fang Xing kept using magic eye techniques to look at them. When he saw this, he understood in his heart that the Zhuque had appeared in the Hentian clan. These Da clan tribes, which had spies in the Hentian clan, naturally got the news. However, because the news was not very certain, and the time was tight, it was difficult to find a Zhuque who knew how to hide himself, so they did not focus on Zhuque, but just stared at the red dragon that could not be disguised.

This made him feel that these old guys were so soft that they were so soft that they felt that they were treated as soft-skinned. They were suddenly very unhappy, although he also knew that in Guixu, he was really a soft-skinned person.

"My friend, I'm not sure about it. I have heard of the appearance of the Vermilion Bird, but it's hard to be sure of this. At that time, the ferocious bird was only showing off his face in the Hentian family. It looks like the legendary Vermilion Bird. In fact, it is difficult to predict whether it is, and whether its bloodline is pure. In addition, it is good at hiding, and time is tight, so we are afraid that there is no way to find it in such a short time. And even if it is found, wouldn't it be troublesome if the bloodline is not pure?"

Fengtian's purple-spotted old cultivator said in a deep voice.

"I'll find it first, I promise it's bloodline is very pure!"

Fang Xing sneered and said, "Purple Ma Zi Face, I know you want to be passive and lazy, and you have found it in a fake way. In the end, I still want to hit my big dog. But I warn you better not to have such thoughts, because I promise you that as long as you can't find the whereabouts of Zhuque in one day, I will not set off for a day. If you dare to force me, I will strangle her to death..."

As he said that, he lifted the big jar in his hand and was very cruel in front of several top figures in Guixu.

The purple-spotted old man, the fat old woman, the middle-aged man with a smile on his face, and the old man with a smile on his face, the little bastard was not old, but his behavior was a bit stingy. If what he said was true, everyone would have to work hard to find the Vermilion Bird.

The ugly looking face at this time was undoubtedly the Shaozun who was hiding in the dark.
Chapter completed!