Chapter 513: The Lineage of the Evil King

"He... who is he?"

King Gold-winged Xiaopeng's face turned red, and he trembled for a long time before uttering a word.

The middle-aged man in the golden robe shouted: "He is the descendant of the Xiezu lineage, you are three or four generations older, you should be called Xiaozu!"

Fang Xing laughed loudly when he heard the words, and said politely: "No need, no need, you can also call me Xiaoye..."

"me……"

The Golden Winged Xiaopeng King was really speechless, he raised his head blankly, glanced at Fang Xing who was standing in front of him with arms folded, looking at his grandson, and then glanced at the angry, even more The guilty San Patriarch felt something stuck in his chest, and his head exploded, unable to utter a word, suddenly felt dizzy and dizzy, and passed out directly.

"Hey...the ability to resist blows is too bad...you have to teach it well!"

Fang Xing sighed, acting as if he had always been a long way.

And the middle-aged man in the gold robe hugged King Xiaopeng with his sleeves, and smiled wryly, not knowing what to say anymore.

At this time, the red feather had already flown back after communicating with the middle-aged man in the golden robe. Coincidentally, it stuck on Fang Xing's head. It looked like a red hair growing on the top of Fang Xing's head Normally, the middle-aged man in the gold robe didn't know whether he was respecting Chi Yu or Fang Xing, he saluted helplessly, and then said to Fang Xing: "Fang Xiaoyou, the old man is late, are you okay?"

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay, you're here!"

Fang Xing laughed, pulled out the red feather and stuffed it into the storage bag. Seeing this action, Peng San felt a toothache.

"This is not a place to talk. Now that you have come to the demon land, follow me to Guren Mountain to settle down!"

Pengsan was very polite, his words were respectful, and he was a little cautious.

"Wait for me first, tell me something!"

That's all Fang Xing said, and he confessed some words to the people of the Jinwu clan. At this time, the patriarch of the Jinwu clan and the three elders were almost petrified, and the son of the patriarch, Wu Yidian, hid in a corner in fright. She was sweating and shivering, but Wu Sang'er was full of joy. Although she hadn't figured out how Fang Xing did it, all in all, she was more sure of rescuing her cousin.

"Patriarch, leave the matter of rescuing Jin Liuzi to me!"

Fang Xing said to the patriarch of the Jinwu clan with a serious face, with a dignified look.

"Okay...okay, Liu'er is really lucky to have a friend like you!"

Wu Gumu didn't know what to say anymore, and echoed Fang Xing's voice: "If you need anything, just ask!"

Fang Xing was waiting for this sentence. He clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Then I'll be more polite. I heard that Fusang Mountain has three immortal spirits?"

The Patriarch of the Golden Crow was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he didn't know what to say...

Wu Sang'er was furious, this bastard, he really was playing with his own treasury!

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In Guren Mountain, in the ancestral land where the three Yuanying retreated, there is a stone table, three futons, and several cups of tea. Beside the stone table, there are several old men with skinny faces sitting cross-legged. It is extremely big, just walking out of any one of them is enough to make the demon court tremble. In fact, among these three people, there are two, at least they have not shown their faces in front of people for hundreds of years.

They are already the background of Guren Mountain, the deterrent existence of the huge inheritance.

But at this time, they all came out of the seclusion and talked softly, and the center of the discussion was the lineage of the evil king who had recently returned.

"That red feather is indeed the avatar made by the third uncle. I have confirmed that he is not dead! Or it is true that he almost disappeared back then, but by chance, he escaped again after being trapped for three hundred years. But because of some fate, he refined into a real immortal thunder soul, and later took away the shell of an ancient beast Suzaku. Now he has both internal and external benefits, and his cultivation is difficult to measure. I only know one thing. Stepping into the Nascent Soul, it is even possible to go directly to crossing the catastrophe... According to what his old man told me, the current state of crossing the catastrophe is just a matter of time for him. If the opportunity is right, he may... Become a fairy!"

The youngest of them, that is, the old man in gold robe who took Fang Xing back to the mountain, was speaking in a deep voice with a solemn face.

"True Immortal Thunder Soul? Ancient Beast Suzaku?"

The old man with dark blond beard and hair on the left gasped after hearing this: "These two kinds of opportunities, neither of which can be met, how did the third one do it? If so, on the day the third one returns, It's time for me to rule the monster clan in Guren Mountain!"

"As far as I know, Third Uncle never tells lies! In addition, that red feather is indeed like the feather of a pure-blooded Suzaku. In addition, the wave of spirit and soul attached to the red feather also contains a hint of thunder. Only then..."

The middle-aged man in the golden robe spoke in a deep voice, confirming these two things.

The other two old men were silent for a long time, and one of them said softly: "The third child back then was indeed a generation of wizards in Guren Mountain! Their generation was full of geniuses from the monster clan. There were eight talented people in total who led the army to fight against the Monster Chasing League. Rising with an iron and blood record, he is known as the Eight Great Demon Kings, and his third uncle ranks third among them. This is why he has the title of Dapeng Demon King. It can be said that he is a rare genius in Guren Mountain in a thousand years, but he is too ambitious. Seventh revenge, insisted on going to Nanzhan Buzhou to assassinate the head of the Huangfu family, but there was no news at all..."

"But no matter what, his courage and ingenuity, knowledge and comprehension are all extremely high. If he said that he has obtained those two good fortunes, he must be trustworthy. What's more, he has already said that now he has another good fortune. It is a treasure land with endless chances, and when he clears up the affairs there, he will come back to meet us, so why lie to us again? Even if he said that he has the hope of cultivating into a demon fairy, it must be the same. Only when you have some confidence, you will say the words..."

After some discussion, the three of them fell silent, and after a long while, the old demon cultivator on the right, who seemed too old to walk, sighed softly, and said: "The words of the young man can be trusted, but the The human youth is..."

The middle-aged man in the golden robe was a little helpless, and said in a low voice: "Third Uncle said, that... that is his grandson..."

"puff……"

The other two Gurenshan Daxiu who were drinking tea indifferently sprayed out at the same time: "Do you think we are blind?"

The middle-aged man in the golden robe also smiled wryly: "I can also see that the young man has no demonic aura on him, but he has the blood of the demon clan, and it must be more than ten generations old. He cannot be the blood of the third uncle, but The third uncle insisted on this point, and the thunder intent on the other third uncle's avatar was indeed somewhat similar to the aura of this young man, maybe there was something hidden behind it. In addition, the third uncle repeatedly asked, saying that his A ray of immortality is about to fall on this young man, so we must not take it lightly..."

The other two old men nodded lightly when they heard what he said, and one of them said: "Well, since the third child is so solemn, then this son really shouldn't be taken lightly... Forget it, let's treat it as My direct descendant of Guren Mountain is ready, let the people below serve me well, and my bloodline is the same as that of Guren Mountain, so don't be negligent... Sigh, who would have thought that the third son has not heard from him for so many years, and he is still alive? Haha, not to mention becoming an immortal, even if he can cultivate to the Tribulation Transcending Realm, that would be the blessing of my Lonely Blade Mountain..."

After some chatting, Fang Xing's extraordinary status in Guren Mountain was confirmed.

After the middle-aged man in the golden robe agreed, he smiled wryly and said: "But this young man is not an easy-going lamp. When he met Tian'er, he must have known Tian'er's identity, but he even beat Tian'er up." It looks like a pig's head, with Tian'er's temperament, how could he bear this kind of humiliation, and now he is still kneeling outside your ancestor's cave, asking you to give him justice..."

Hearing this, the oldest old demon cultivator smiled wryly: "What justice can I do for him, this time he should suffer some losses. Among the future generations, he is the only one who strives for success, but he is the only Being played around by that little fox in Qingqiu Mountain, it would be fine if the old man didn’t teach him a lesson himself, how could he teach the third child’s descendants for him? It’s all about his own descendants fighting for power, let him beat him back if he has the ability Go... that's right, just say that I'm still retreating, let him go back!"

The other old man also laughed and said: "The third son, the 'grandson', came back just in time. Not long after that big event in the demon court, the ancient demon eight veins poured out four or five outstanding juniors in the golden core realm. However, Tian'er's foundation is not solid, so he can't break through the golden core so quickly, but if he doesn't form the core, he will inevitably lack confidence when he meets the heroes of other lines, Shenzhou, and Canglanhai. But the strength is profound, and it can be justified in name, but it just happens to let him take Tian'er in to seize the good fortune!"

"In that case, I will order myself!"

The middle-aged man in the gold robe complied with a wry smile, thinking that Xiaopeng Wang Lingtian's suffering was in vain.