Full level ruthless person

Before he finished speaking, the tall rat man suddenly accelerated and rushed straight over, causing a scream.

During the surprise attack, there was only a clanging sound. The tall rat-man unsheathed his sword, lifted it up to the sky, and slashed down.

"Is it an immortal..."

Fang Zhixing looked disdainfully, raised his hand, stretched out two fingers, and lightly clamped the sword's edge.

Chi~

The sword was frozen in mid-air, unable to move forward even an inch.

Then, Fang Zhixing kicked out and kicked the tall rat man in the stomach. The terrifying force instantly sent him flying backwards.

Fang Zhixing didn't even look at the result, turned around and closed the city gate, keeping out the walking dead outside.

The world is a lot quieter.

The two walked inside, passed the city gate, and entered a long and wide street.

The next moment, the scene that came into view made people hold their breath.

I saw rows and rows of tall rat men standing on the long street. They were numerous and numerous, ranging from 100,000 to 80,000.

They were all wearing standard armor, shining with silver, and looked very majestic.

This scene is so spectacular that it gives people an indescribable sense of oppression.

"One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers?!"

Fang Zhixing's pupils shrank slightly, and his breathing became heavy.

If the flowers are full of frost, the expression will be sluggish and the flowers will lose color.

How can we defeat such a huge number of ratmen who can be resurrected indefinitely?

What's worse is that the heavenly soldiers and generals are one. There must be a commander behind these rat men, and their strength may be unfathomable.

"grumble!"

Before they could take a breath, the rat-man army roared and rushed over, swarming forward with ferocious looks.

"kill!"

Fang Zhixing did not give in. He was supported by the blood river of Dao Ancestor and his power was almost endless.

In other words, no matter how many immortals there are, they cannot consume him to death.

"Don't say you are immortals. Even if you are ninth-grade golden immortals, you can't even think of hurting me at all."

"Blood saves all sentient beings!"

Fang Zhixing showed his domineering attitude and moved forward indomitably.

Seeing this, Hua Manshuang couldn't help but feel excited about it. She followed Fang Zhixing's footsteps, and her husband sang and her wife followed.

The two of them charged forward with all their strength, pushing each other sideways and causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere. No rat could resist them.

Ten miles, twenty miles, fifty miles...

The long street is really long.

Gradually, Hua Manshuang was tired of killing, and the continuous consumption was simply a kind of torture.

Even the wind stops sometimes.

Fang Zhixing tilted his head and said, "You take a rest, I can still withstand it."

"……good!"

Hua Manshuang was panting, nodded, hugged the Fuyao Bell with both hands, and adjusted her breathing with all her strength.

Eighty miles, one hundred miles, one hundred and fifty miles!

The armored ratmen killed more and more.

Fang Zhixing's expression was cold, like a ruthless killing machine, tirelessly killing everything.

The long street was dyed red, blood flowed, and the scene was extremely cruel.

Before I knew it, three days had passed.

Fang Zhixing killed for three days in a row, sweeping across all directions and becoming unrivaled.

"I can't kill them all, I can't kill them all!" Hua Manshuang was a little exhausted.

Just when Fang Zhixing was about to give her a few words of encouragement, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a sneaky figure out of the corner of his eye.

At the corner of an alley, a white fluffy little head poked out, with watery eyes twinkling.

The little head noticed that Fang Zhixing was looking over, looked at him, and immediately retracted his head, as if he was very scared.

But after a while, the little head carefully stretched out again, with a tangled expression on his face.

After hesitating for a moment, the little head raised his hand and waved, shouting: "㖞, you two, come to me."

"Can communicate!"

Fang Zhixing's eyes flashed slightly, and without much hesitation, he pulled Hua Manshuang over to him.

"Follow me, this way!"

The little head turned and ran away.

She is a girl rat-man, wearing a white skirt and two pigtails that reach the sky. She looks like a seven or eight-year-old child.

The alleys are intricate and complicated. The little head takes small steps to cross the streets and alleys, twisting and turning, and it is easy to navigate.

The two followed suit.

After a while, the little head opened a door and called out: "Come in quickly."

Fang Zhixing cautiously glanced at the yard behind the door before entering.

Bang!

The little head closed the door and quickly bolted it.

Then she turned around, widened her eyes, and looked at Fang Zhixing and Hua Manshuang carefully.

"Little... girl, what's your name?" Fang Zhixing asked.

The little head put his hands behind his back and replied seriously: "My name is Ning Ding!"

Fang Zhixing responded: "My surname is Fang, I come from outside..."

Before he finished speaking, Ning Ding suddenly glanced sideways in the direction of the main room, made a silent gesture, and lowered his voice: "Keep your voice down, don't wake up my mother. Once my mother wakes up, she will be very hungry. There used to be many servants in the house, but my mother ate them all, including my two brothers.”

Fang Zhixing took a breath, while Hua Manshuang was horrified and had goosebumps all over her body.

Ning Ding waved and led the two of them into a room.

When Fang Zhixing entered the door, he found that there were many bookshelves with many scrolls and jade slips.

It turned out to be an antique study room!

"You guys sit down."

Ning Ding said hello and ran out carrying the teapot.

When Fang Zhixing saw this, he immediately scanned the entire study carefully.

Suddenly, his eyes focused and fell on the bottom of the second row of bookshelves.

A thick scroll deeply attracted him.

Because there are four words clearly written on the scroll: "The Power of Suppressing Prison Tribulation"

"No way..."

Fang Zhi walked over, picked up the scroll and spread it out, looking at ten lines.

This is incredible!

"It's actually a real prison-suppressing power!"

"And it's the complete version!"

Fang Zhixing has practiced the Prison Suppressing Tribulation Kung Fu, and he knows it like the back of his hand, and can distinguish the true from the false at a glance.

He never expected that even the two major immortal palaces, Madam Baiguang and the Hua Clan, had the power to suppress the prison and tribulation, and that they would be left to eat ashes under the bookshelf.

To be honest, if Fang Zhixing had a complete version of the prison-suppressing tribulation technique, he would not have turned into a meritorious immortal so quickly.

After putting down the scroll of the Prison Suppressing Tribulation Skill, Fang Zhixing casually picked up the scroll on the top row of shelves and looked at it.

"The Ultimate Skill of Immortality", "Hunzhen Dao Jing", "Swallowing the Sky", "Spirit Devouring Strategy"...

My dear!

Either it's a top-notch magic skill, or it's a peerless magic book, something you can't find but can't find!

At this time, Ning Ding came back and put the teapot on the stove to boil water. His behavior was no different from that of a human being.

Fang Zhixing raised his eyebrows and asked seriously: "What race do you belong to?"

Ning Ding sat by the stove and replied: "I am a descendant of immortals, I should belong to the immortal clan."

Hua Manshuang said in surprise: "I am also a descendant of an immortal. Why do you look nothing like a human being?"

Ning Ding responded: "I was not like this before. I was also a human being. It's just that a big bad guy brought disaster to us and turned us all into mice."

Doom! !

Hua Manshuang suddenly came to his senses and asked in astonishment: "What kind of disaster can turn an immortal into a mouse?"

Fang Zhixing pondered for a moment and asked, "Are you unable to leave here?"

Ning Ding nodded and said: "The big bad guy not only imprisoned us, but also erased the law of death, allowing us to kill each other in hunger, but we still can't die and can always be resurrected."

Only then did he realize that he had done something wrong, so he asked, "Then why are your two brothers gone?"

Ning Ding continued: "My mother is an exception. Anyone who is eaten by her will truly die."

Fang Zhixing narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself, "Your mother is Concubine Ying, right?"

Ning Ding nodded and said, "Yes, Yingfei Palace is my home."

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath and asked, "Who is your father?"

Ning Ding said word by word: "Emperor Xuantian."

As soon as these words came out!

Fang Zhixing suddenly changed his color.

I still remember that when Tianlei woke up last time, he asked him to look for Emperor Xuantian.

However, after making many inquiries, Fang Zhixing discovered that no one knew who Emperor Xuantian was at all.

It's as if Emperor Xuantian never existed!

I never expected that today in Yingfei Palace, I would get important clues about Emperor Xuantian.

Concubine Daqing Ying is the concubine of Emperor Xuantian!

"Where is Emperor Xuantian?" Fang Zhixing asked quickly.

Ning Ding responded: "I don't know. My mother said that dad suddenly disappeared. He is alive and dead but his body is not found."

Fang Zhixing remained silent for a while, took out Tianlei and asked, "Do you know Tianlei?"

Ning Ding shook her head.

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but have a look of disappointment on his face.

After a while, Hua Manshuang also asked: "Who is the big bad guy who brought disaster to you?"

Ning Ding patted his head and replied: "I can't say the name of the big bad guy. Once I say it, my memory will be erased and I will never be able to remember anything about that big bad guy."

After hearing this, Fang Zhixing and Hua Manshuang looked at each other, feeling confused.

I just feel that the big bad guy is an extremely terrifying existence, crazy and unfathomable.

"The big bad guy is so awesome, he dares to attack Emperor Xuantian's concubines and children..."

Fang Zhixing's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but think of a possibility.

Perhaps Emperor Xuantian had already been killed by the big bad guy!

The clue is broken again...

Unless Fang Zhixing wakes up Concubine Ying and asks her personally.

But doing so is undoubtedly seeking death.

then!

"Ignore these for now, the real thing is to get the benefits."

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, looked at Ning Ding, and said with a straight face: "To be honest, we are here to hunt for treasure. Can you help us?"

Ning Ding looked down at the teapot. The tea was gradually boiling. She picked up the teapot and brewed three cups of tea.

"Please drink tea." Ning Ding picked up a cup of tea and extended her hand in a gesture of invitation.

Fang Zhixing picked up the teacup and pretended to take a sip.

The same goes for Hua Man Shuang, who dared not eat or drink anything here.

God knows if they will become rat men after drinking tea!

Ning Ding took two sips of tea and then said, "I can help you hunt for treasure, but there is a condition."

Fang Zhixing said cautiously: "Please speak clearly."

Ning Ding continued: "I wrote a letter, please find a way to send it to heaven."

Fang Zhixing raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want Heaven to save you?"

Ning Ding nodded and said, "Maybe only Heaven can save me and my mother."

Fang Zhixing understood and responded: "Deal."

Ning Ding suddenly smiled and took out a snow-white scroll from her skirt and handed it over.

Fang Zhixing stretched out his hand to catch the snow-white scroll.

The next moment, the snow-white scroll suddenly burst into five colors of light and disappeared.

A green tattoo immediately appeared on Fang Zhixing's arm.

"This is this?" Fang Zhixing was shocked.

Ning Dinglian said: "Don't worry, this is the scroll written by my mother. As long as you fulfill the agreement and send the scroll to the heaven, the blue tattoo will naturally disappear."

Fang Zhixing's face darkened and said: "What else?"

Ning Ding replied: "The consequences are unpredictable. My mother didn't tell me what will happen."

Fang Zhixing curled his lips, quickly regained his composure, and said lightly: "I am a man of my words, so you can rest assured."

Ning Ding smiled and said: "That's great, I will take you treasure hunting now, what do you want?"

Fang Zhixing looked around the study and said: "There are many skills here, can we pick some to take away?"

Ning Dinglian said: "These things are all my mother's collections. She doesn't like others to touch her things. Well, you can't take too much, just pick one each."

Hearing this, the two couldn't help but be overjoyed, and immediately dispersed and searched for it separately.

Fang Zhixing strolled around and soon found a strange skill "The Way of Infinite Blood".

This skill is profound and extensive, expounding the profound theories of blood production, blood strengthening, and blood coagulation. If you practice it to a high level, you may have the hope of condensing the Dao blood that contains the great Dao!

Dao blood has the same origin as the Dao Ancestor Blood River!

"What a great blood-related magic skill!"

Fang Zhixing was very satisfied.

His main skill "Pure Fire Blood Lotus" was created by himself and has many shortcomings.

But with the "Infinite Blood Dao" to check for omissions and make up for the deficiencies, it will surely take the "Pure Fire Blood Lotus" to a higher level.

"I want to master the "Infinite Blood Dao" as soon as possible, and then merge these two peerless magic skills into one!"

Fang Zhixing quickly made a plan in his mind.

Soon, Hua Manyhuang also made a significant gain.

"Look what I found." She ran over with excitement, holding a black scroll in her hand.

The three big characters "Ancient Secret" were written on it!

Fang Zhixing was very excited and asked, "Complete version?"

Hua Manyang nodded and smiled happily, "In addition to the eight volumes of the Ancient Art of Desolation, there is actually a general outline, which corresponds to the ninth grade to the first grade, but since the eight parts split, the general outline has been lost. I didn't expect that I found the complete version of the Ancient Art of Desolation here!"

Fang Zhixing was instantly very happy.

Afterwards, they returned to Ning Ding and asked excitedly, "Anything else?"

Ning Ding tilted her head and said, "The palace is full of heavenly soldiers, and they are all starving. As long as you show up, you will fall into an endless fight."

She thought about it, and suddenly slapped her thigh and said excitedly, "Oh, by the way, do you want the immortal treasure?"

Fang Zhixing's breath was choked, and he said with emotion, "Where is it?"

Ning Ding jumped off the chair and ran out. After a while, she returned with a jewelry box.

"This is the jewelry my mother gave me before, a genuine immortal treasure."

Ning Ding opened the box very generously, and a bunch of jewelry suddenly appeared.

Longevity lock, baby bracelet, peace buckle, jade gourd, carp...

Ning Ding spread his hands and said: "Immortal treasures are very strange, they choose their owners, no one is qualified to choose them, so whether you can get immortal treasures depends on your chance."