I will become an immortal in this world

After naming the Samsara Bell, the big bell above Fang Wang's head burst out with a powerful impact. Xiao Zi immediately mobilized her demon power to stabilize her body.

The sword energy formation of the Heaven and Earth Sword Intent was shaken. Fortunately, this was just the fluctuation of the plastic spirit, not the full power of the Samsara Bell.

Fang Wang closed his eyes again and continued the soul-shaping process as much as possible to make the Samsara Bell stronger.

Half a day later.

After the sword intent of heaven and earth dispersed, Song Jinyuan immediately came behind Fang Wang and saw him standing at the end of the bridge, moving his muscles and bones, looking the same as when he came.

The Samsara Bell has been put into the Baoling Space by Fang Wang.

"Fang Wang, what level of cultivation are you at now?" Song Jinyuan asked.

Fang Wang didn't look back and chuckled softly: "First level of Concentration Realm."

really!

Although Song Jinyuan had expected it, his heart still trembled when he heard Fang Wang admit it personally.

Fang Wang turned around and said, "I still have something to do. Before I leave, do you have any needs?"

Song Jinyuan thought for a moment and shook his head slightly.

Fang Wang smiled, then turned to face the lake, waved his sleeve with his right hand, and shot out a sword energy, flying across the vast lake at extremely fast speed and hitting the high mountain opposite.

Rumble——

Dust was flying and the mountains were shaking violently.

Song Jinyuan looked confused, not understanding what Fang Wang was doing.

As the dust dispersed, a ten-foot-long crack appeared on the opposite mountain wall. It was a sword mark. Looking from a distance, one could feel the sharp aura emanating from the sword mark.

That is……

Song Jinyuan narrowed his eyes and felt shocked.

Fang Wang raised his hand, stuffed Xiao Zi into his arms, jumped up, and turned into a white light that swept towards the sky.

Song Jinyuan stared closely at the sword marks on the mountain wall in the distance, and a figure appeared in his eyes. It was Fang Wang's figure, swinging his sword rapidly, and his sword moves were unpredictable.

More and more sword attendants and sword cultivators came to observe the sword mark.

the other side.

Xiao Zi has grown in size, and Fang Wang stands on top of its head, holding the Great Disciple Token in his hand, using his spiritual sense to detect the location of Fang Hanyu and others.

Xiao Zi flew in the direction pointed by Fang Wang.

Fang Wang noticed that this group of disciples was not as densely packed as before, and there were still twenty or thirty fewer people.

It looks like a fight has started!

Fang Wang's eyes flickered.

Chi Mo Sect, treasures, sacrifices...

He always felt that this battle would involve Lu Yuanjun.

"Lu Yuanjun, I hope you are really here." Fang Wang thought silently in his heart.

It's time to end this karma.

If this thorn is not pulled out, how can Fang Wang be free and at ease?

…

Rolling thunderclouds covered hundreds of miles, black clouds pressed down on the area, and the world fell into depression.

On the wasteland, a blood-colored air pillar connects the sky and the earth. Below is a huge altar made of bluestone. Countless corpses are piled around it. There are people, monsters, and beasts. The corpses form mountains, and the sea of ​​blood is dried. Extremely scary.

Looking into the distance, there are figures of monks fighting in all directions.

The Chi Mo Sect sent tens of thousands of monks, all wearing the same sect red robes. They besieged the Taiyuan Sect, Tianshu Sect, and Xuanhong Sword Sect monks everywhere.

The battlefield stretches for hundreds of miles, and the devastation caused by spell bombing is shocking.

The disheveled Fang Hanyu fought with two swords, fighting dozens of demon cultivators alone. Various spells were chasing him. He quickly evaded, his figure was like a ghost, and his evil eyes drew two bloody lines in the dark world.

Sudden!

Fang Hanyu jumped up, his spiritual power covering his whole body, and turned into a Qi dragon, soaring up and breaking through the formation. He then unlocked the Nine Dragon Divine Transformation Technique and stabbed with a sword. The sword master's sword Qi turned him into a rainbow light. Flying away, unstoppable.

In other directions, Xu Qiu Ming, Lu Changge, Ye Xiang, Zhao Chuanqian and others also showed their strength against many.

Especially Xu Qiu Ming, who was besieged by 500 demon cultivators all by himself and still managed to survive!

I saw Xu Qiu Ming's right hand using the fingers as a sword, his left hand behind his waist, and his right hand was swung quickly, and a series of domineering sword energy shot out from the sword shadow behind his head, killing in the direction he pointed, with great momentum , Chi Mo Sect's demonic cultivators couldn't stop them at all and could only avoid them, but even so, someone was injured or even died every breath of time.

Rumble——

To the north of the altar, a billowing dust wave was set off from the earth, with the force of rolling into the sky. A figure flew out from it. It was Zhao Chuangan, the inheritance elder of Taiyuan Sect. He was covered in wounds, and he was holding a long white jade ruler in his hand, with the ruler body wrapped around it. The arrogance exudes great pressure.

The aloof Chen Anshi stood on a gourd with his feet and a long knife in his hand. He looked down at Zhao Chuanqian and said, "Junior brother, why bother struggling? As long as you bow your head to me, senior brother can keep you alive."

Zhao Chuangan had no expression on his face. He raised the ruler with his right hand and wiped the ruler with two fingers of his left hand. Blood spattered and he then swung the ruler to slash. The sword energy passed by the blood beads and suddenly transformed into a bloody sword energy to kill. It swept across the sky and twisted. Scatter the dust waves along the way.

Chen Anshi swung his sword quickly, and the sword energy formed a huge shield around his body, blocking Zhao Chuangan's attack head-on.

The two high-level monks in the Xuanxin Realm fought with all their strength, and the momentum was so great, but they were not the most intense place on the battlefield.

At this moment, nearly thirty elders from Taiyuan Sect, Xuanhong Sword Sect, and Tianshu Sect were besieging a person. The man was dressed in black, holding a sword in his right hand, and holding a black gourd in his left hand. Behind him, there were three ghosts and gods, which could not be seen. Pure appearance, completely dark, terrifying and scary.

The three ghosts and gods were several feet tall. They bared their teeth and claws, and slashed out black ghost power that looked like pen and ink, wreaking havoc in all directions, making it impossible for the elders to get close to the man in black.

The man in black wore a mask on his face, not even his eyes were exposed, but he looked around from time to time, as if he was looking for something.

"Fang Wang won't be here. He just broke through the Concentration Realm and is probably busy practicing new spells."

Zhao Zhen's voice sounded in the heart of the man in black.

This man in black is Lu Yuanjun!

Hearing this, Lu Yuanjun's heart sank to the bottom.

boom!

A shocking sound of thunder came from a distance, causing everyone to turn around and see the billowing demonic energy sweeping in like a tornado. A huge demonic python could be vaguely seen twisting its body in the terrifying wind. , even if it is far away, it still gives people an indescribable sense of oppression.

"What are you waiting for? Kill them quickly!"

A cold voice came, his tone full of impatience.

Upon hearing this, the leader of the Chimo Sect, who was leading his disciples to besiege Xu Qiu Ming, immediately shouted loudly: "Don't wait any longer, kill them all!"

After the words fell, many Chi Mo Sect monks used their unique skills one after another!

Chen Anshi, who was fighting fiercely with Zhao Chuanqian, frowned, looked at Lu Yuanjun, and sighed slightly.

Hearing the words of the leader of Chi Mo Sect, the monks from Taiyuan Sect, Xuanhong Sword Sect, and Tianshu Sect all felt tense.

There are still people who do not believe in evil, such as Xu Qiu Ming. He turned around and headed towards the altar, his steps as fast as the wind, and the sword shadow behind his head quickly swung to strangle the demon cultivators along the way.

boom!

A figure fell from the sky and hit the outside of the altar, blocking Xu Qiu Ming. Dust flew up, and the terrifying aura shocked Xu Qiu Ming to stop immediately.

The dust was dispersed by a powerful force, and a figure in white appeared in front.

This is a white-haired man with a face that looks about thirty years old. His long hair is wrapped under a silver crown. He is tall and tall. He holds a wooden sword in his right hand and stares at Xu begging for his life with an expressionless expression.

The white hair and white clothes are so conspicuous in this dim world.

Xu Qiu Ming felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He frowned and asked, "Who are you? Are you not from the Chi Mo Sect?"

The white-haired man stared at him with an indifferent expression and said: "Tian Tianjian Xin, you are a good young talent. As long as you are willing to kneel down, I can lead you to seek a higher destiny."

When Xu Qiu Ming heard this, his eyes suddenly burst out with murderous intent, and he immediately killed the white-haired man.

the other side.

Gu Li fought side by side with the disciples of the Third Line. The twelve of them were surrounded and had nowhere to escape.

"Elder brother! Didn't the sect send support? It would be child's play for us to fight against the entire Chi Mo Sect?" Zhou Bo said anxiously. His hair was messy, his face was stained with blood, and he was panting when he cast the spell. Apparently reaching its limit.

Li Yu gritted his teeth and said: "Believe me, the leader, he will definitely have a countermeasure!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a domineering and decisive sword intent struck from the horizon, causing them to turn around in shock.

I saw a sword energy coming unstoppably from the horizon, passing over the battlefield, like an aurora across the dark sky, and killing the terrifying demon python surrounded by the demonic energy.

In less than three breaths, the sword energy flew across dozens of miles, powerfully dissipating the terrifying demonic python's demonic energy, revealing its python body.

This is a huge black python with red spots. The python needs at least eight people to hug it. It is dozens of feet long. There is a bulge on the head of the python. There is a figure standing behind him. He raises his right hand and points with both fingers. Ahead, forcefully resist the sword energy.

This man was wearing purple clothes, with a domineering posture and a majestic face. His long hair was spread freely, and a pair of leopard eyes showed a bone-chilling chill. With a turn of his right hand, the powerful sword energy in front of him dissipated instantly.

"May I ask where you come from and why you want to interfere in Daqi's cultivation of immortality!"

An old voice sounded, with a cold tone.

Hearing this, the monks of the Xuanhong Sword Sect suddenly became excited, and one disciple even shouted: "The Supreme Elder is here!"

The man in purple squinted his eyes towards the horizon and snorted coldly: "My origin is not something you barbarians can find out. Since I'm here, let's be a sacrifice together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the demonic python under his feet erupted into black demonic energy again, drowning the figure of the man in purple, and then turned into a black wind and swept away.

…

On the mountains, Xiao Zi twisted the snake's body and moved forward. It raised the snake's head, sometimes facing left, sometimes facing right.

"What a strong evil spirit."

Xiao Zi murmured, and Fang Wang, who was standing on top of its head, also felt it.

Not only the evil spirit, but also the evil spirit and the ghost spirit!

It seems that the battle ahead is fierce.

Fang Wang picked up the First Disciple Token and penetrated it with his spiritual consciousness. He found that there were only more than 80 Taiyuan Sect disciples left on the mission, and in other directions, a large number of light spots were approaching. Judging from their small number, There are tens of thousands of them, and a batch of light spots have already joined the battlefield.

What a fast moving speed!

Fang Wang was shocked by the support from Taiyuan Sect. Naturally, this speed could not match him. However, such a large number could fly so fast together. Could it be some kind of powerful magic weapon?