Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

“Haha, after returning from the Demon Realm Ruins, I haven't had a chance to properly stretch my muscles. Today, I'll use you guys to practice!”

The collective running of tens of thousands of people caused the enormous Fengming Mountain to tremble involuntarily, but Chen Tian seemed to ignore all of this. After laughing wildly, he flipped his right hand and suddenly took out a folding fan and shook it open.

After licking his lips, Chen Tian quickly chanted the incantation, then gripped the folding fan and fanned it forward violently. Immediately, streams of black mist shot out from the fan.

“Aowu… Aowu…”

A strange scene appeared. As soon as these black mists appeared, they instantly transformed into black dragons with long, large bodies. Roaring, they twisted their bodies and swooped forward.

These black mists transformed into a total of seven dragons, each with a body of more than a hundred zhang. They connected head to tail, forming a circle that surrounded the tens of thousands of people.

As these black dragons circled, they unleashed bursts of extremely terrifying pressure, causing the faces of the crowd to change drastically, and cold sweat to pour down!

“The Immortal Extinguishing Fan?” Seeing the fan that Chen Tian took out, a middle-aged cultivator next to Lang Lang seemed to recognize it and immediately exclaimed, “The Immortal Extinguishing Fan of our Ancestor Nanxian, how could it be in your hands?”

“Oh, so this thing is called the Immortal Extinguishing Fan? That's a good name.” Hearing the man's roar, Chen Tian's expression remained unchanged as he glanced at the folding fan in his hand.

After glancing at the horrified middle-aged cultivator with interest, Chen Tian suddenly chuckled and then said lightly, “If I said that this Immortal Extinguishing Fan was given to me by your Ancestor Nanxian, would you believe it?”

“Impossible!” However, as soon as he heard Chen Tian's words, the man hurriedly shook his head and said, “This Immortal Extinguishing Fan is one of the most valued magic weapons of Ancestor Nanxian. We can't even touch it normally, so how could he give it to someone else so easily? Tell me, our Ancestor Nanxian has been missing for a long time, where is he now?”

“Oh? You want to know so much?” Hearing this man's loud shout, Chen Tian didn't show any anger on his face, and still chuckled: “If that's the case, then okay, I'll send you to meet your Ancestor Nanxian now.”

As he spoke, Chen Tian formed a hand seal and injected a ray of spiritual light into the body of one of the black dragons. The dragon's eyes suddenly flashed with sinister red light. After letting out a long roar, it swallowed the middle-aged cultivator in one gulp.

After being swallowed by the dragon, the middle-aged man seemed to want to struggle, but after a struggle, his movements instantly disappeared, and there was no longer any aura.

Seeing this scene, Lang Lang and the others were shocked and hurriedly moved closer to the middle, huddled together.

The middle-aged man's cultivation had already reached the early stage of the凝海境 (Ninghai Realm), but even with this level of cultivation, he was instantly killed after being swallowed by the black dragon. It was enough to imagine how terrifying the power of these black dragons was.

Seeing this scene, Lang Lang finally changed his mind. He originally thought that the power of so many people combined would be enough to fight against Chen Tian. But now it seems that his idea was too naive. Chen Tian's strength far exceeded their imagination.

Lang Lang knew that he couldn't wait any longer. He had to make a quick decision to have a greater chance of winning.

After making this decision, he immediately shouted, “Everyone, follow me! Let's attack together at one point and we will definitely be able to break through these evil dragons and rush out!”

With that, he flipped his hand, and a long knife carved with the appearance of a wolf's head appeared in his hand, and he attacked a giant dragon in the southwest direction.

When the others saw this, they seemed to react and hurriedly took out their magic weapons and joined him in attacking the giant dragon in the southwest direction.

“Boom…”

“Boom…”

Under the concerted efforts of tens of thousands of people, the entire Fengming Mountain began to vibrate violently, with trees swaying and boulders rolling down.

At the same time, the huge body of the black dragon that was being bombarded by them began to gradually dissipate, faintly showing signs of turning back into mist.

When Lang Lang and the others saw this, their faces couldn't help but reveal a look of joy, and they worked harder to attack it, wanting to break through it and escape as soon as possible.

Seeing this scene, a trace of worry appeared on the faces of the Immortal Demon Sect, and they gripped the magic weapons in their hands, ready to fight again.

However, Chen Tian's face was as calm as ever, but if you observe carefully, you can find that hidden in this calmness is a trace of icy killing intent. After glancing at Lang Lang and others who were harboring hope, his eyes sank, he formed a hand seal, and began to chant extremely mysterious magic formulas.

As the magic formulas were chanted, a huge gale suddenly began to blow in the sky above Fengming Mountain. Then, clusters of dark clouds gathered from all around, blocking people's sight, making it seem as if it had instantly turned from day to night. At the same time, thousands of purple lightning bolts flickered constantly in these dark clouds as if they were dancing.

A terrifying pressure swept around.

“Immortal Sword, appear!”

At this strange moment, Chen Tian suddenly shouted loudly. As soon as he finished speaking, a purple immortal sword descended from the lightning-filled dark clouds!

Although this purple immortal sword was only seven feet long, as soon as it appeared, a sharp pressure fell down. When Lang Lang and the others saw this, they all felt a blockage in their hearts and their blood was not flowing smoothly. Some cultivators with low cultivation levels even spat out a mouthful of blood under this powerful pressure.

“This… could it be that ancient immortal treasure?”

“No, the pressure of this immortal sword is even more powerful than ordinary ancient immortal treasures. What exactly is this?”

Looking at this immortal sword that seemed like a god descending, the eyes of Lang Lang and the others were dull.

“With this Immortal Venerable's current strength, I can only barely maintain it for half an incense stick. You must make a quick decision!” Just when everyone was unaware, a slightly滄桑 (cāngsāng, vicissitudes of life) voice was transmitted directly from the immortal sword to Chen Tian's ears, extremely strange!