Full level ruthless person.

Chapter 508 Destiny
"Why, you don't want to be the bell ringer?"

As if she could see Fang Zhixing's inner thoughts, Gongsun Baoling shook her head slightly and said meaningfully: "If you are really the next bell ringer, then you can't escape it. This is your destiny!"

After hearing this, Fang Zhixing sneered, "Humph, even if the Ancient Bell chooses me to be the bell ringer, do I have to ring it?

"Fate is determined by heaven, but man can conquer heaven! Through cultivation, we have changed our fates so many times. Are you still afraid of fate?"

Gongsun Baoling burst out laughing and said confidently, "Destiny is determined by heaven, but luck is created by oneself.

In the past, you only changed your luck, but it made you mistakenly think that you had successfully changed your fate. "

She sighed faintly: "I don't blame you. After all, you still don't understand how terrible fate is."

Having said this, she suddenly took out a golden token from her sleeve and threw it over.

Fang Zhixing took it and took a look. The word "Master" was clearly written on the token.

This is the sect master's token!

Whoever holds this order will be the master of the eight tribes.

Gongsun Baoling lowered her head and cupped her hands, saying, "Since you are the only heir of the Qianqiu Bell, according to the conventions of our Huangzhong Sect, the position of Sect Master must belong to you."

"???"

Fang Zhixing remained silent.

"Ah, this?" Hua Manyang was also stunned and at a loss for a moment.

She never thought that Gongsun Baoling would pass the throne to Fang Zhixing so easily.

It was too sudden, too generous, and even a little unreal.

Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. Has the Huangzhong Sect encountered any major crisis?"

Gongsun Baoling raised the corner of her mouth, and said with a half-smile: "Well, it is a bit of a crisis."

Hua Man Shuang suddenly became nervous.

Just ask, what kind of crisis could make Gongsun Baoling give up and abandon the position of sect leader?

Are you going to run away with the bucket?
She thought about it, her face turned pale, and she exclaimed: "Could it be that the evil disaster broke out again?"

The so-called evil disaster, as the name suggests, is a series of disasters caused by the invasion of evil things.

Evil creatures cannot be killed anymore. They are spreading everywhere like a plague, invading the heavens and all worlds, penetrating every hole and causing great headaches.

Gongsun Baoling snorted and nodded, "Yes, the Chaos Evil God has returned again, and the evil disaster that has erupted this time is extremely serious."

Fang Zhixing narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in confusion: "Who is the Chaos Evil God?"

Hua Manshuang quickly explained: "Well, to be precise, the Chaos Evil God is just a legend, and it is possible that it was made up by humans.

Some people say that there are so many evil creatures that it is impossible for them to appear out of thin air. They must have been created by someone.

Therefore, the creator of evil creatures was called the Chaos God.

He is the Lord of Evil, the commander and creator of all evil things in the world. The evil things that harm the heavens and all worlds are all created by the Chaos Evil God.

That being said, no one can prove that the Chaos God really exists."

Fang Zhixing frowned and asked Gongsun Baoling: "From what I heard, you think the Chaos Evil God really exists?"

Gongsun Baoling was silent for a moment, then replied, "I believe that He does exist, but no one knows the origins of the Chaos Evil God. We only know that He has mastered the extremely terrifying power of chaos, can create all kinds of deformed life at will, and is obsessed with killing, invading, and destroying the world."

Fang Zhixing understood in his heart: "Since the Chaos Evil God is so terrifying, it is not the turn of the Huangzhong Sect to deal with him."

Gongsun Baoling smiled bitterly and said, “Of course we don’t have to face the Chaos Evil God directly, but once the evil creature erupts, it will be like a swarm of locusts passing through the land, leaving no grass to grow.

To be honest, with the current foundation and strength of the Huangzhong Sect, it is simply unable to withstand this crisis. Even if it is not completely wiped out, its hundreds of thousands of years of foundation will surely be completely destroyed."

Fang Zhixing doesn't care about this.

He looked at the Sect Master Token in his hand and asked, "Does holding this Sect Master Token mean that I can open the treasure house of the Huangzhong Palace and use any resources?"

Gongsun Baoling nodded and said, "It's all yours, whatever you want."

Hua Manshuang couldn't help but ask: "What about you?"

Gongsun Baoling spread her hands and said, "Well, my fate is already determined. I am destined not to survive this crisis. I just want to spend the next few days in peace."

Hearing this, the two stopped disturbing him and turned away.

After they walked away, a middle-aged strong man in a black robe came to the octagonal pavilion in a hurry, bowed his head and asked anxiously: "Grandmother, are you really giving up the position of the sect leader to someone else?"

Gongsun Baoling glanced at the black-robed burly man and said with a faint smile, "Wen Hao, do you have any objection?"

"I dare not." Gongsun Wenhao lowered his head, suppressing his impatience in his voice, "I just don't want to see the foundation that my Gongsun Immortal Clan has worked hard to build over thousands of years under the leadership of the Eight Tribes be given away for nothing."

Gongsun Baoling raised her eyebrows and said slowly, "Why, do you want to challenge the Qianqiu Bell? I have to remind you that the leader of the Shanling tribe, Pang Zhouji, was in the middle stage of the seventh rank. He had experienced sixteen reincarnations and was very shrewd, but he suddenly passed away, and died quietly."

Gongsun Wenhao took a breath of cold air, his eyes flickered and his heart was in turmoil.

……

……

Fang Zhixing wore the sect leader's token and walked forward with swagger.

Although this was his first time to set foot in Huangzhong Palace and he didn't know the road, he had a smooth journey and no one stopped him.

The gate master's token is supreme and can open any door wherever it goes.

At the same time, the identity tokens carried by other people will also receive the "stay away" prompt in time to avoid colliding with the door master.

In this way, Fang Zhixing quickly arrived at the treasure house.

He first checked the collection catalog of the treasure house.

This is incredible!

Huangzhong Sect is indeed a sect with a long history. It has countless descendants, divided into eight branches, each with its own unique style.

And every disciple who practices "The Ancient Secret" will forge his own Huang Zhong.

After the death of these disciples, their Huang Zhong will not disappear, but will be melted down and recast, or taken back by the Huang Zhong Sect and stored in the treasury.

Of course, those that are eligible to be stored in the collection must be of higher grade.

"Tsk tsk, what's the big deal about a seventh-grade fire bell? If there are not eight hundred, there must be a thousand..."

Fang Zhixing felt refreshed immediately, and his excitement was beyond words.

The treasure house contains all kinds of scarce resources, so much that it is outrageous.

"Rough, I've never fought such a rich battle."

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

[1. Collect at least 5 seventh-grade flame bells (completed)]

Afterwards, Fang Zhixing simply stayed and lived in the Huangzhong Palace.

On the same day, Gongsun Baoling formally notified the eight ministries that she would abdicate and give way to others.

"The new sect leader is called Fang Zhixing!"

The reactions of the eight departments were surprisingly consistent; they were all stunned.

Because they had never heard of Fang Zhixing, including the Fengshen tribe.

However, the Tianhuang Tribe exists in name only, the Shanling Tribe and the Yanhuo Tribe are leaderless, the Fengshen Tribe is its own people, the Dikun Tribe does not fight or compete, and the remaining Lei Ting Tribe, Ze Shen Tribe, and Shui Lan Tribe are relatively weak and cannot cause any waves.

Not long after, the Tianhuang tribe took the lead in sending people to come for an audience and submit to the emperor.

After all, Fang Zhixing possesses the Qianqiu Bell, which is the supreme honor of the Tianhuang tribe.

The situation within the Second Mountain Fire Division is extremely turbulent, with many people fighting to the death for the position of division leader.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hua Manyang personally stepped forward and quickly annexed the two tribes, strengthening the Fengshen tribe.

The three divisions of Thunderbolt had always been independent and followed orders but not announcements. They only sent a congratulatory letter without expressing much. Fang Zhixing didn't mind it at all. He didn't want to get involved with too many people.

As long as everyone keeps to themselves, anything is fine.

When~
When~
From that day on, Fang Zhixing practiced in seclusion, ringing the bell thirty times every day.

Before I knew it, more than three months had passed.

[The conditions required for the sixth-grade golden immortal to reach the maximum level have been met. Do you want to upgrade? ]

"Advance to the sixth rank today!"

Fang Zhixing did not hesitate at all and decisively chose to be promoted.

The Qianqiu Bell vibrated violently and quickly merged with the five Flame Bells. A flame totem then appeared on the surface of the bell.

Fire dispels darkness, illuminates the world, and has immeasurable merits;

Fire boils cold water, cooks food, and lights up thousands of homes;
Fire, burning mountains and boiling seas, drives away all evil...

For a moment, Fang Zhixing's understanding of fire increased rapidly.

[Qianqiu Bell: Merit Immortal Treasure, Grade 6]

[Explosive skills: Sparks set the prairie on fire, unknown divine fire, human fireworks, fire in the house, firewood piled up, the flame is passed on...]

"Haha, now I am a sixth-grade perfect merit golden immortal!"

Fang Zhixing was in an extremely happy mood, and the sense of danger that was weighing on his heart disappeared completely.

"Well, whether Gongsun Baoling sincerely wants to pass on the throne to me or not, it doesn't matter now. She can no longer threaten me at all."

Fang Zhixing smiled easily.

Not long after, the system panel suddenly flashed and refreshed.

[Infinite Blood Lotus·Sixth-Rank Golden Immortal Max Level Conditions:
1. Absorb nutrients from Daozu Blood River for more than 300 days (106/300)]

"Good, that reduced the days by two hundred!"

Fang Zhixing was very satisfied. If he continued at this pace, he would be promoted to the first-grade golden immortal in no time.

Another month passed in the blink of an eye.

The bad news finally came.

The evil disaster broke out, affecting the entire thirteen star rings of Muchen Fairyland.

Within the Wangwu Star Ring, a large number of evil creatures suddenly appeared from billions of planets, as numerous as the hairs on a cow, and harmed all living things.

A large number of evil creatures also appeared within the Huangzhong Sect’s sphere of influence. Each of them was cruel and unpredictable, killing and abusing people everywhere, which was a horrific sight.

In fact, many planets were destroyed overnight, and all humans and animals died.

The eight tribes of Huangzhong Sect actively resisted at the beginning and fought a desperate battle with the evil creatures.

But as the casualties increased, evil creatures continued to emerge in an endless stream, and the battle line was repeatedly shrunk.

The Tianhuang tribe was the most decisive. The tribe leader led a group of elites and ran away, seeking refuge with Fang Zhixing.

The Wind God Tribe, led by Hua Man Shuang, defends all living beings, but unfortunately they are powerless and suffer repeated setbacks.

In the Dikun tribe, Gongsun Baoling disappeared. Her descendant Gongsun Wenhao led everyone to fight against the army of evil creatures, but with little success.

If they were in such a situation, let alone the Thunder Division, which suffered heavy casualties and was severely weakened.

Another three months passed!
The Thunder Tribe, the Ze Shen Tribe and others gave up resistance, abandoned all their territories and came to join Fang Zhixing.

of course!

It’s not that they suddenly realized it, but that Huangzhong Palace is the base camp and has an extremely powerful defensive formation, making it an indestructible fortress.

As long as they stay in Huangzhong Palace and wait for this evil disaster to pass, they can rebuild their power and make a comeback.

Fang Zhixing ignored all of this, as if it had nothing to do with him.

[The conditions required to reach the maximum level of the Sixth-Rank Golden Immortal in the Infinite Blood Path have been met. Do you want to upgrade? ]

"coming!"

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, his mind sank into the void, and he came to the Daozu Blood River.

Looking around, blood lotuses are blooming wantonly, bursting with sacred light.

Originally there were twenty-four blood lotuses, but as they multiplied and increased, there are now thirty-six.

But this is not over yet!
Fang Zhixing's mind flashed, and he entered the sixth level of perfection. The blood lotuses increased again and became forty-eight!
[Infinite Blood Lotus·Sixth-Rank Merit Explosion Skill: Blood Severing the Three Realms]

[Special Effect: Immortals can reincarnate and play around in the human world, the underworld, and the immortal world! When you lock onto an enemy, you can use the blood trail as a guide to chase the enemy across the three realms and kill him with one move, destroying him physically and spiritually.]

"Fuck!"

Fang Zhixing's mind was greatly shaken, and his breathing even stopped.

He had imagined such a scenario before.

If he fought with a Golden Immortal, the opponent would die on the spot, and his soul would fly away to be reincarnated.

At this time, ordinary Golden Immortals would definitely be helpless and could only wait for the opponent to be reborn and kill again.

This cycle continues endlessly.

What if the enemy has an extremely high talent for cultivating immortals? His cultivation level will definitely increase dramatically every time he is reborn.

To you, this kind of person is extremely scary, like a thorn in your back, making it impossible for you to sleep or eat.

What should I do?
At this moment, Fang Zhixing found a solution, severing the three realms with blood!
"I can kill through the three realms. No matter how you reincarnate, I will kill you!"

Fang Zhixing's eyes widened slightly, revealing a domineering aura.

Then he let the little dog out.

The thin dog also upgraded to the sixth-grade bloodline.

However, he still couldn't speak human language and could only howl.

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but wonder, and smacked his lips and said, "It seems that there may be something wrong with your body."

The dog was speechless and said, "I'm very healthy, what's the problem?"

Fang Zhixing said disdainfully: "If there is no problem, why can't you speak human language? You are already at the sixth level!"

The thin dog blinked and said, "Maybe my talent limit is too high, so I matured a little late!"

"Bullshit, stop being so narcissistic."

Fang Zhixing sneered and said disdainfully: "Either you are sick or you are too stupid!"

The thin dog glared and said, "You are the stupid one. In terms of IQ, I am definitely the smartest dog."

Fang Zhixing didn't want to pay any attention to this guy, so he grabbed the thin dog's scalp and stuffed him into the spirit beast bag, so that he wouldn't be annoyed by him.

A few days later, news came from the front line.

The battle line collapsed!
Huangzhong Gate arranged more than ten defense lines with the Immortal Palace as the center.

However, the army of evil creatures was so brutal that it destroyed a line of defense in just half a month.

Just yesterday, the second line of defense outside the Immortal Palace was dismembered, and many lower and upper immortals died.

The last line of defense was within reach and was guarded by Gongsun Wenhao and Hua Manshuang.

Even so, everyone predicted that the last line of defense might not last more than half a month.

"Fuck, it's another evil thing disturbing my peace..."

Fang Zhixing curled his lips.

(End of this chapter)