F * ck!
You used my god art to hit me again!
Patriarch Hongjun was beaten until he rolled and flipped. He crashed into countless mountains and was finally buried by gravel.
Then, a green lotus rose from the rubble and disappeared without a trace.
Fang Ming heaved a sigh of relief. Patriarch Hongjun had escaped. It was good that he was not dead. He had not finished eating Patriarch Hongjun. If Patriarch Hongjun was dead, who was he going to eat?
Fang Ming returned to Hongmeng Mountain and continued cultivating, waiting for Patriarch Hongjun's next visit.
There was a Dao sound outside Hongmeng Mountain. In order to seek Dao, as long as he did not die, Hongjun would definitely come.
It would take some time for Little White to migrate the giant beast race. After all, there were many ferocious beasts. Without hundreds of thousands of years or even a million years, it would be difficult to migrate all the ferocious beasts to the vicinity of Hongmeng Mountain.
Indeed, after hundreds of years or so, Patriarch Hongjun continued to come.
This time, Patriarch Hongjun was much more cautious. He circled around Hongmeng Mountain and realized that there were no traps before approaching it.
On Primordial Mountain.
The nine masters burst into laughter.
Third Master laughed and said,"Look at Hongjun. He seems to be a little crazy because of Ming 'er!"”
Master Seven brought a box over and placed it on the ground with a thud. He smiled and said,""Ming 'er, the things you want are ready. Go and beat Hongjun up!”
Fang Ming ran to the chest and dragged it down the mountain with great effort. Every step he took left a deep footprint on the ground.
Fang Ming was now an Early Stage Quasi-Sage and had cultivated Second Master's Law of Strength. He was strong enough to move mountains and seas, but he seemed to be struggling to carry the box. It was obvious how heavy the box was.
"Old Seven, what's in that box? Why is it so heavy?"
The fourth master turned into a cat and laid lazily on the tree. He asked in surprise.
The Seventh Master curled his lips and said," They are sword orbs. Each sword orb contains a thousand flying swords. It can be considered a spirit treasure. There are tens of thousands of sword orbs in that box. I wonder why Ming 'er needs so many sword orbs?”
"Could it be that Ming 'er wants to use so many flying swords to kill Patriarch Hongjun?”
The third master asked curiously.
The nine masters made wild guesses as they stared at the foot of the mountain.
Fang Ming went down the mountain and placed the box on the ground with a thud. He looked at Patriarch Hongjun with a smile and said,"Fellow Daoist, you're here again!"
Patriarch Hongjun stared at the box on the ground and frowned."Little brat, what are you up to this time?”
Fang Ming looked at Patriarch Hongjun playfully and smiled."It's nothing. These are just sword orbs!”
As he spoke, Fang Ming opened the box and showed it to Patriarch Hongjun.
Patriarch Hongjun's face twitched as he watched. He clicked his tongue and said in surprise,"In this world, I'm afraid only a forging Demon God can be so generous. He actually forged so many spirit sword pills!”
Fang Ming smiled at Patriarch Hongjun and said kindly,"Fellow Daoist, are you ready? When you're ready, let's fight!”
Patriarch Hongjun raised his eyebrows and said angrily,"Brat, this poor priest is ready. Bring it on!”
Fang Ming pointed at the box, and a sword pellet floated up. Then, he pointed at Patriarch Hongjun, and the sword pellet whistled toward Patriarch Hongjun.
Patriarch Hongjun narrowed his eyes and stared at the sword pellet, preparing to block the attack of thousands of flying swords.
"Explode!"
Fang Ming suddenly shouted.
Explode?
What did he mean?
Wasn't the sword pellet attacked with a flying sword?
In the next moment, Patriarch Hongjun knew what Fang Ming meant by 'explosion'. It was a simple Numinous treasure explosion.
With a loud bang, the sword pellet flew in front of Patriarch Hongjun and actually really exploded.
Great!
The sword pellet could be used like this!
Patriarch Hongjun was dumbfounded as he hurriedly circulated his Dharmic powers to block.
It had to be said that Fang Ming's ingenious move was quite powerful. At the very least, it was much stronger than a simple flying sword attack. Even Patriarch Hongjun was forced back a few steps by the explosion.
The power of a self-destructing spirit treasure was great, but generally speaking, spirit treasures were hard to come by. People would cherish them and would never self-destruct their spirit treasures unless it was a life and death situation.
However, Fang Ming was not in such a situation. His seventh master could smith many Numinous Treasures. He did not feel any heartache at all when he detonated these Numinous Treasures. He did not even need to blink his eyes. At most, he would let his seventh master smith more.
His heart didn't ache, but someone else did.
On Primordial Mountain.
The nine masters racked their brains, but they never expected Fang Ming to use the sword pellet in such a way.
The nine masters were all dumbfounded. They could not believe their eyes.
" Brat, I spent hundreds of years refining my Numinous treasure, and now you've destroyed it all. My blood, sweat, and tears…"
The Seventh Master was furious and roared.
Patriarch Hongjun had just stabilized his body when he looked up and saw a scene that made his hair stand on end.
Countless silver sword orbs were like locusts, densely packed together, whistling towards him like they covered the sky and covered the earth.
If he fought normally, Patriarch Hongjun would not be afraid of countless flying swords. However, Fang Ming's fighting style was abnormal, and it was very abnormal…
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