I will become an immortal in this world

Year after year passed.

Nine years had passed since he helped Yang Liner to shape her soul, and Fang Wang finally reached the third level of the Sky-Stepping Realm.

His age had also crossed the threshold of 500.

One day, Fang Wang opened his eyes, stood up, and woke up Xiao Zi who was not far away.

Xiao Zi opened his eyes, flew to Fang Wang, and asked, "Young Master, are you ready to leave?"

"Before you leave, go to a place, maybe there will be an opportunity." Fang Wang said.

He practiced in the city, attracting more and more great cultivators, and he had just broken through, so he wanted to change places.

It happened that he calculated that Ji Rutian had a great opportunity, so he planned to go and see first.

How could he not care about an acquaintance in another world, or an old enemy?

Xiao Zi heard it and immediately climbed onto Fang Wang's shoulder, and the man and the dragon disappeared on the spot.

Xiaoyao Zizai Tian is not only about traveling through the world, but also a kind of magical power. With this magical power, Fang Wang can move over a long distance as long as he locks on the target direction.

At the same time, on the other side of the world.

The boundless wasteland was bombed and devastated, dust rolled up, thunderclouds appeared in the sky, and many flying swords emitting strong light were hanging upside down, forming a huge circular sword formation with a diameter of more than 100 miles, and the number of flying swords was at least one million.

On the wasteland.

Ji Rutian held a long sword and stood proudly, his white clothes covered with blood and swaying in the wind.

Behind him stood a young man, who was the cloth-clothed boy of the year. Now he was wearing a tight black clothes, holding a broadsword in one hand, and his knife-like face was full of determination, not afraid of the sword formation in the sky at all.

Following their gaze, there were a large number of cultivators in the sky in all directions.

"Ji Rutian, I think of your extraordinary talent and the fact that you have saved the people. If you are willing to bow your head, you may not have no hope of survival after atonement!"

A majestic voice resounded through the world, and the tone was full of oppression.

Ji Rutian smiled, he tilted his head to look at his disciple behind him, and asked: "Disciple, are you afraid of death?"

"Afraid of death? If I am afraid, I am not Duantian!" The black-clothed young man said in a deep voice, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Ji Rutian's left hand was behind his waist, and the spiritual power condensed into a mysterious curse in his palm.

Duantian asked: "Master, before I die, I still want to ask you a question, why did you name me Duantian? You are called Rutian, and I am called Duantian, it's too inappropriate!"

He turned his head to look at Ji Rutian, smiling playfully, no longer the murderous look before.

Ji Rutian replied: "In my family, only one person of the same generation can live, so I named you Duan Tian, ​​hoping that you can surpass me, or die in my hands."

Duan Tian was stunned, and couldn't help laughing: "Master, you really don't lie, and you are not afraid that your disciple will be disappointed."

"You guessed it a long time ago, didn't you?"

"But Master, although I am not afraid of death, I don't want to die yet. Let's fight. Being a prisoner will not end well. If you are lucky, you will be possessed by another body. If you are unlucky, it will be worse than death."

Duan Tian licked the blood at the corner of his mouth and said so.

Ji Rutian raised his left hand and gently pressed it on the ground. The barren earth cracked instantly, and magma appeared in the intricate cracks, as if the earth was about to break at any time.

Duan Tian raised the broadsword in his hand and placed it horizontally in front of his eyes, and the blade burst out with a trace of sword energy.

When the two of them activated their spiritual power, the sword formation in the sky began to tremble, and the flying swords trembled violently. The vast sword energy covered the sea of ​​thunderclouds, and the great sword power enveloped the entire world. The space on the edge of the sky changed color, as if the aurora fell from the sky, connecting the sky and the earth.

"You seem to be in big trouble."

A voice suddenly came into Ji Rutian's ears, startling him so much that he glanced subconsciously. Then, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly jumped to the side, pulling out a distance of ten feet.

Duantian was frightened by his master's actions, and he turned his head to see a man in white standing behind him. The man was very handsome, and there was a purple dragon lying on his shoulder, looking at him with his head tilted.

Duantian raised his sword, looked at Fang Wang alertly, and at the same time looked at his master. He found that his master seemed to have changed.

For the first time, he saw panic on his master's face.

Facing Tu Cang Yaozun, his master had never frowned, and facing the current dead end, his master was not afraid. Why was he so afraid of this person?

"You...how could it be possible..." Ji Rutian asked in a trembling voice, his eyes widened, and one vertical eye on his forehead opened, three eyes filled with bloodshot, and cold sweat as big as beans overflowed from his face, sweating like rain. Fang Wang looked at him with a smile on his face. Both of them were wearing white clothes, but the demeanor they showed at this moment was completely different. For the first time, Duan Tian felt that his master was so unbearable, which also made him more afraid of Fang Wang. "Who are you?" Duan Tian asked in a deep voice, could this person be the Holy Emperor? No, the master was not afraid of the Holy Emperor at all, and even disdained it. The voice that persuaded him to surrender before was the Holy Emperor! Is there anything more terrifying than the Holy Emperor in this world? At this moment, the sword formation in the sky broke out, and the vast sword energy fell suddenly, as if the sky collapsed. Before the sword energy fell, a terrifying sword intent that was enough to suppress everything descended, instantly making Duan Tian kneel on the ground, and blood burst out from his knees. Ji Rutian used his power to resist, so that he could still stabilize. He ignored the sword formation in the sky and stared at Fang Wang. Fang Wang raised his right hand and grabbed towards the sky.

The roaring world suddenly quieted down, the sword formation in the sky disappeared, and even the sea of ​​thunderclouds was wiped out, and the sun followed and fell on Duan Tian.

Duan Tian looked up and fell into a daze.

Ji Rutian did the same, and his body began to tremble.

"Everyone, give me some respect and leave, otherwise you will die."

Fang Wang's voice followed, his tone was casual, and he clearly had no killing intent. But as the sword formation was wiped away by him, countless monks in the distance were frightened, and they were all dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes.

Fang Wang ignored the gaze of the holy monk. He looked at Duan Tian and asked, "In your eyes, what kind of person is your master?"

Hearing this, Duan Tian woke up with a start and subconsciously replied: "My master is the most powerful in the world... My master is a kind man and has saved people many times. He is a good man!"

Facing the mysterious and terrifying Fang Wang, he could not put the words "most powerful" on Ji Rutian.

"Then do you know what your master is pursuing?" Fang Wang continued to ask.

Duan Tian hesitated to speak. He really wanted to say that his master was responsible for saving the world, but facing Fang Wang's gaze, he couldn't lie.

Unprecedented panic enveloped his heart.

"Fang Wang, if you want to kill me, kill me and let my disciple go!" Ji Rutian said in a deep voice.

He directly stuck the sword in his hand on the ground, as if he was at a loss.

Fang Wang raised his right hand, faced Ji Rutian from afar, and said softly: "Ji Rutian, who do you think is stronger between you and the sword formation just now?"