Fang Xin's words touched Zhang Hao very much. As the head of the Hongchen Sword Sect, it is really a blessing for the Hongchen to have such a subordinate.

After saying this, Fang Xin stood solemnly above the city gate.

The cultivators below were all shaken by Fang Xin's momentum. His commander quietly sent a message, allowing the cultivators to evacuate hundreds of miles from the Hongchen Sword Sect.

Fang Xin looked at the cultivators below and retreated dozens of miles away. He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. If Sun Ling had restricted and various talismans this time, the Great Shang Kingdom had long been destroyed. The tribes below had at least 30,000 cultivators. Most of these cultivators were in the Nirvana realm, including more than 100 cultivators of the Golden Elixir, more than 20 cultivators of the divine realm, and three cultivators of the soul-combining realm.

However, these cultivators belong to different tribes, not one tribe. If the other party was a tribe, I am afraid that the Great Shang Kingdom had already become a pair of rubble at this moment.

At this time, only one cultivator heard an exclaiming, "Super Fang, who do you think he is?"

When Fang Xin heard the words of the personal guard, he quickly looked up at the bottom of the Hongchen Sword Gate and saw two cultivators floating in the void. One of them was as white as snow, with long hair hanging down his shoulders, and the Haoran scarf with his hair tied up was extremely eye-catching.

When Fang Xin saw this cultivator, he exclaimed: "Sect Master! It's the head of the sect. Come and take my armor. The soldiers follow me to kill the enemy!"

A personal guard sent Fang Xin's armor.

Fang Xin took the armor and dressed neatly. He took the spear handed over by another guard. He held the gun in his right hand and stretched out his left hand to caress the spear. He said in a gentle tone: "Old guy, now the head of my Hongchen Sword Sect is here in the Great Shang Kingdom. Come with me to pick up the head!"

Fang Xin said, gently shaking the spear in his hand and shouted, "All the warriors, come with me!"

As he said that, he took the lead in flying down from the city gate of the Da Shang Kingdom.

The generals behind him quietly formed a goose-shaped formation and flew towards where Zhang Hao was.

Zhang Hao's body was suspended in the void, with the Dharma treasure beside him solemnly, and the golden Buddhist Zen lights rippling behind his head, making him look very extraordinary.

Fa Zheng looked at Fang Xin who was rushing to come and quietly sent a message to Zhang Hao: "This Fang Xin is a rare talent. I won't take action for the time being. I will secretly protect his safety! He humiliated the cultivators of these tribes just now. I am afraid that someone will secretly detriment to him!"

Zhang Hao nodded and said, "You must be optimistic about him and don't let him suffer any damage in this battle!"

Fa Zheng smiled slightly and said, "How can such a good general be killed by the cultivators of these tribes? Don't worry!"

Zhang Hao looked at the tribal cultivators in a row below and said aloud: "My friends from the tribe, if you retreat immediately for the sake of my Zhang Hao's sake, today's matter will be revealed. If you don't listen to the advice, don't blame me Zhang Hao for turning against others!"

At this time, I heard a voice coming from the sky of the tribe cultivators: "I said that who is so loud? It turns out that Emperor Hongchen came here in person. But who gave you such a courage to dare to let the cultivators of our tribe retreat by themselves!"

Zhang Hao heard the voice of the cultivator, but did not see where the cultivator was. He was slightly stunned. Although this method of changing the mind and changing voice was not very clever at all, it could be seen that this person was not simple.

The divine thought quietly explored the surroundings.

I saw a hunchbacked old man leaning on a yin wood crutch in his hand slowly walking from the center of the tribe towards where Zhang Hao was.

Every time the old man took a step, his figure flashed. In just one tenth of the blink of an eye, the cultivator came to Zhang Hao's bottom.

The old man hunched his back and did not look up, and said coldly: "The Emperor of the Red Dust is nothing more than that. I will let you see the power of our Black Bear Tribe today!"

The old man said, holding the crutch in his hand over his head, and the sky and the earth suddenly changed color.

A thunder emerged from the air in the depths of the void, and the surrounding heaven and earth instantly became dark and gloomy.

A thunder of thunder as thick as an arm fell on the old man's crutch and was quietly controlled by his magic power. This thunder instantly turned into a white dragon as thick as an arm. The white dragon transformed into ten, ten into hundreds, and a hundred into thousands.

But in a blink of an eye, within six feet of the old man, there were all silver dragons transformed by thunder. These silver dragons surrounded the old man, causing the old man's aura to suddenly increase.

Seeing the silver dragon surrounding the old man, Zhang Hao frowned slightly.

At this time, only Fang Xin's voice was heard coming from afar and said, "Sect Master, this man is called Old Man Yinlong, and he is the ancestor of the Black Bear Tribe. Don't be confused by his old attitude, be careful of his Silver Dragon Thunder Formation!"

Zhang Hao heard Fang Xin's voice transmission and said solemnly: "You lead all the generals to watch the battle quickly on the city. You must not take a thousand and a half steps. This is an order, and you must not violate it!"

Originally, Zhang Hao wanted Fang Xin to fight side by side with him, but after seeing the old Silver Dragon's methods, if Fang Xin again, he would not be able to let go of his powerful magical powers, so he ordered Fang Xin to lead the cultivators back to the city.

A trace of struggle appeared in Fang Xin's eyes, but soon he decided and said, "The head of the sect has an order, let's retreat to the city quickly!"

After hearing Fang Xin's words, the cultivators felt a little strange in their hearts. Every war general here longed to fight side by side with Zhang Hao. To them, Zhang Hao was the god in their hearts. When he heard Fang Xin's words, a personal guard said in confusion: "General, we are not afraid of death. We are all eager to fight the enemy side by side with the leader!"

Fang Xin shouted coldly and said, "Do you think I'm afraid of them? If you want to stay in the Hongchen Sword Sect, follow me immediately, because this is the sage of the head!"

The generals heard a sense of anger from Fang Xin's mouth. Although the cultivators did not know whether Fang Xin's anger was born because of Zhang Hao or because of the generals, the cultivators at this time all heard from Fang Xin's tone that the other party was in a rage and did not dare to ask anything again. They all followed Fang Xin and flew back to the Great Shang Kingdom quickly.

Fang Xin landed on the city tower of the Shang Kingdom and shouted: "Come on the spirit stone and activate the Zhentian Drum!"

Soon a cultivator placed eighth-grade spirit stones on a huge tower on the right side of the Great Shang Kingdom. With the six Fu Cultivators activate the magic power in their bodies, a huge shadow of war drums appeared on the platform.

Fang Xinli shouted under the war drum: "Get me a drum beater and double hammer!"

I saw two cultivators walking over with a wooden hammer.

Fang Xin grabbed the wooden hammer, and the magic power in his body spread out, and his body quickly entered the void. The hammer in his hand suddenly quietly fell into the shadow of the war drum, and he could only hear the sound of thunder in the air.

And below this war drum, the cultivators led by Fang Xin quietly combined into a formation.

The spear in his hand shouted angrily at the fast-puncture of the war drum: "Kill!"
Chapter completed!