Chapter 993: Chapter 502: Willow Tree (2)
Bones are covered with bite marks…
The willow tree suddenly beca extrely frightened, pulled out its roots, and ran away into the distance, hiding under the rock wall, trembling, and its leaves rustled down in pieces.
Fang Zhixing turned around, facing the gate, and imdiately saw a bamboo chair in the small courtyard.
At this mont, a mouse-man was lying on the bamboo chair, with a robust and strong physique, well-developed muscles, and shiny fur.
Next to the bamboo chair was a large knife, its blade polished bright, flashing with cold light, and excellently maintained.
The robust mouse-man stood up unhurriedly, picked up the large knife, flicked its tail, and instantly kicked up a lot of dust.
Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, stepped into the courtyard, and asked, “Are you the gatekeeper?”
The robust mouse-man said nothing, saliva dripping from the corner of its mouth, staring dead at Fang Zhixing, full of appetite.
After a while, it finally spoke: “Haven’t had fresh blood delivered in a long ti, co, co, how would you like to be eaten by ?”
Fang Zhixing shuddered all over, releasing a powerful pressure, intimidatingly said: “Who is the food is not yet certain! Answer , what is your relationship with the Heavenly Court?”
The robust mouse-man’s eyes quickly turned scarlet, its stomach growled, suddenly charged forward, and swung the knife to cut.
“One Needle Sees Blood!”
Fang Zhixing flicked his finger, shooting out a blood beam.
The robust mouse-man spun in the air, swinging the knife accordingly.
Clang!
The blood beam was deflected by the knife!
The robust mouse-man was also bounced off by the forceful collision, flying out diagonally.
But the robust mouse-man spread its feet, landed safely, and slid a few ters on the ground.
“Oh, so you’re a Bloodline rit Golden Immortal, Ninth Grade Perfection!”
The robust mouse-man carried the large knife on its shoulder, pacing back and forth, muttering to itself: “The thod of rit cultivation was once a huge secret, unknown to the world, but that secret was revealed by ‘that guy’, and since then, rit Immortals are everywhere.”
Fang Zhixing responded: “Who are you talking about?”
The robust mouse-man sneered: “Just a re piece of food, why so many questions?”
Stomped its foot!
The robust mouse-man suddenly disappeared from its place and flashed to Fang Zhixing’s right side, slashing with the knife horizontally.
Fang Zhixing’s mouth curled in disdain, his figure fading away.
Swoosh!
The robust mouse-man’s slash cut through the air, the blade passing through where Fang Zhixing’s waist was, but his figure vanished like an illusion.
“Huh?” The robust mouse-man was surprised, glancing from the corner of its eye overhead.
It saw Fang Zhixing raising his right arm, holding a Blood Tree in his right hand, bursting into thousands of flowers.
“Blood Tree Blossoms!”
Fang Zhixing swung the Blood Tree, enveloping down, striking swiftly on the robust mouse-man’s back.
Instantly!
Countless flowers burst open, each blossom a fierce spark, igniting the entire body of the robust mouse-man.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The robust mouse-man was on fire, engulfed in powerful rit flas, burning furiously, making it squeal painfully.
The next mont, the robust mouse-man suddenly dove headfirst into the ground, burrowing underground.
Fang Zhixing looked left and right, suddenly turned his head to look at the corner of the wall.
The robust mouse-man erged from the ground, emitting black smoke, but the rit flas had been extinguished.
At this ti, its whole body fur was scorched, flesh and blood blurred, with extensive burns.
The robust mouse-man gritted its teeth, lying on the ground, panting heavily,
Fang Zhixing slightly opened his Admirable Golden Eyes, confirming that the robust mouse-man’s health bar was down to a third.
“Still want to fight? If you answer my questions honestly, you can avoid the suffering.” Fang Zhixing gave the other party a chance.
The robust mouse-man slowly stood up, swung the large knife, and said gloomily: “I never bargain with food.”
Fang Zhixing imdiately let out a cold laugh: “Even now, can’t you see who stands at the top of the food chain?”
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared.
The robust mouse-man’s vision blurred, urgently scanning around, searching for Fang Zhixing’s trace.
The next mont, several blood lights shot down from mid-air.
The robust mouse-man raised its head, swung the large knife swiftly to cut.
Clang, clang, clang~
A few points of blood beams were deflected, but two points still sank into the towering mouse-man’s shoulder and left arm.
Even more ominously, a blood tree behind the towering mouse-man erupted in blazing flas.
Whoosh!
The towering mouse-man was once again engulfed in flas, rolling on the ground in pain. It tried to burrow into the ground again.
But Fang Zhixing stomped his foot, causing the earth to quake, sending ripples out in all directions, flipping the ground upwards.
The towering mouse-man was shaken out, completely consud by the rit flas.
In no ti, it turned into ashes, scattered by the wind, leaving behind only a large blade.
Fang Zhixing picked up the large blade, examined it closely, and clicked his tongue: “No mistake, a genuine ninth-grade Immortal Blade.”
At this mont, the willow tree moved back, its voice excitedly shouting: “You’re amazing, managing to kill the gatekeeper!”
Fang Zhixing calmly replied: “The gatekeeper’s strength is about the level of ninth-grade perfection, defeating him isn’t particularly difficult.”
The willow tree shook its branches and asked: “How many tis can you beat him?”
Fang Zhixing was stunned for a mont: “How many tis?”
The willow tree continued: “The gatekeeper can’t be killed, it will resurrect after a while.”
Fang Zhixing’s heart trembled.
The willow tree laughed again: “The Immortal Palace opens its doors from ti to ti, deliberately causing so disturbances, which can only be sensed by Golden Immortals below the seventh grade. Then, you lower-level immortals are drawn inside, becoming the gatekeeper’s blood feast.
All of this is the gatekeeper’s idea. The reason you’ve co here is simply because it’s hungry again!”
Fang Zhixing’s eyes widened.
Alas!
The sand and dust rose into the air without wind, forming a whirlpool, condensing and not dispersing.
A figure erged, the towering mouse-man.
Except for the lack of a blade in its hand, it was exactly the sa as before, practically a full resurrection.
The towering mouse-man stared intently at Fang Zhixing, grinning maliciously: “I’ve already learned your tricks, I won’t make the sa mistake twice.”
Saying this, it raised its hand and struck down.
Slap!
Fang Zhixing suddenly leaped up.
Almost simultaneously, long blade shadows abruptly appeared on the ground, releasing a cold light, missing his soles, even his crotch, by re milliters.
Unfortunately, the blade shadows accomplished nothing, quickly dissipating into dust and sand.
The towering mouse-man was not discouraged, gathering power to launch another attack the mont Fang Zhixing landed.
However, to its surprise, Fang Zhixing didn’t choose to create distance but directly lunged forward, slashing with his blade.
The towering mouse-man hurriedly raised its claws to block.
With clanging sounds, sparks flew in all directions as man and mouse clashed.
Fang Zhixing suddenly sped up, swinging the large blade in a semicircle.
Swoosh~
The towering mouse-man’s expression froze, its body split open, blood gushing out.
It finally realized: “You’re not ninth-grade, you’re eighth-grade!”
Fang Zhixing sneered: “No matter how many tis you resurrect, you still remain at the bottom of the food chain.”
The willow tree swiftly ca over again, excitedly saying: “Well done, you’re amazing! Every ti the gatekeeper’s teeth itch, it grinds them on , torturing .”
Fang Zhixing said speechlessly: “What role do you play in Yingfei Palace?”
The willow tree candidly said: “Just being a willow tree!”
Fang Zhixing continued to ask: “Then where is the master of the Immortal Palace?”
Fang Zhixing said speechlessly: “What role do you play in Yingfei Palace?”
The willow tree candidly said: “Just being a willow tree!”
Fang Zhixing continued to ask: “Then where is the master of the Immortal Palace?”
Fang Zhixing said speechlessly: “What role do you play in Yingfei Palace?”
The willow tree candidly said: “Just being a willow tree!”
Fang Zhixing continued to ask: “Then where is the master of the Immortal Palace?”
Fang Zhixing said speechlessly: “What role do you play in Yingfei Palace?”
The willow tree candidly said: “Just being a willow tree!”
Fang Zhixing continued to ask: “Then where is the master of the Immortal Palace?”
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