I will become an immortal in this world

On the second day after the attack of the Thieving Holy Cult, the noise about the Thieving Holy Cult in Nanqiu City had not yet dissipated. Fang Wang took Xiao Zi, Chu Yin, Dugu Wenhun, Fang Jing, and Fang Bai to Jian Tianze early.

The three immortals Qu Xunhun, Zhu Yan, and Dihai stayed in the Fang family to guard against the attack of the Heaven-stealing Holy Cult for Fang Wang.

In less than half an hour, they arrived at Jian Tianze.

Compared with decades ago, Jian Tianze was much deserted, but Song Jinyuan still stayed here, comprehending the sword intention of heaven and earth.

He meditated by the lake and seemed to feel something. He opened his eyes and saw several figures in the sky. He stood up immediately.

Fang Wang, Chu Yin, Dugu Wenhun, Fang Jing, and Fang Bai stood under the scorching sun with mysterious figures. Xiao Zi was even more entangled like a dragon, giving a full sense of oppression.

"Senior brother, long time no see."

Fang Wang's voice suddenly floated down, and Song Jinyuan was so startled that he looked carefully. When he saw Fang Wang's true appearance clearly, he had a look of surprise on his face.

"Fang Wang!"

Fang Wang led the people to leave, and they hadn't seen each other for many years. Song Jinyuan excitedly held Fang Wang's wrist and blamed him for not visiting him when he returned to the mainland.

It turns out that the news of Fang Wang's return has long spread in Daqi. In the past two years, sword cultivators have occasionally come here to see if they can meet Fang Wang.

When old friends meet, they naturally have a lot to say, so Xiao Zi leads the others away without disturbing them.

Dugu Wenhun was walking alone by the lake. He secretly sighed: "What an exquisite Feng Shui layout, with the wonderful appearance of a dragon swallowing the world. The Sword Master is indeed not simple."

When he was young, he once met a sword master. The sword master's qualifications were mediocre, but his sword spirit could transcend his own realm, and his obsession with not killing left a deep impression on him.

On the way here, he heard about Fang Wangde's Sword Master inheritance, so he was very interested in Jian Tianze.

Song Jinyuan and Fang Wang were sitting by the lake. He asked Fang Wang about his experience at sea, and Fang Wang briefly talked about it.

Song Jinyuan was shocked to hear that Fang Wang was already the Tiandao Master of Changsheng Pavilion.

He knew that Fang Wang was extremely talented, but how many years had it passed?

It was far better than the Sword Master’s two or three hundred years of hard work!

The gap between the Yellow-Charactered Sword Master and the Twenty-four Masters was so huge. To him, the Twenty-Four Masters were legends, mythical figures belonging to the world of maritime immortality. He did not expect that his junior brother would become the Heavenly Master.

After chatting for a long time, Fang Wang finally revealed the reason for his visit. He wanted to practice in seclusion here to face the threat of the Holy Cult of Stealing Heaven.

Song Jinyuan was very happy and said that he would drive away Jian Tianze's sword cultivators so that no one would disturb him.

In this way, Fang Wang came to the wooden bridge where he used to meditate, facing the lake, meditating and breathing in his energy.

However.

As Fang Wang activated the Heavenly Dao True Skill, the situation in the world changed. The spiritual energy in Jian Tianze surged toward Fang Wang crazily, and a dense fog of spiritual energy visible to the naked eye rose up on the lake, rushing toward Fang Wang like a tornado.

Song Jinyuan, who had not gone far, turned his head and looked at the spiritual whirlwind above Fang Wang's head, and his eyes widened.

What kind of technique is this?

Song Jinyuan is also well-informed, but he has never seen anyone who practices Qi cultivation with such momentum.

He looked at it for a while and then left.

When the sword attendants of Jian Tianze learned that Fang Wang was back, they were all excited. Even when they looked at the spiritual whirlwind caused by Fang Wang from a distance, they felt unspeakable excitement. Unknowingly, Fang Wang was in their hearts. His image has surpassed that of the former Sword Master.

Fang Bai was born with extraordinary talent in swordsmanship. Under Xiao Zi's introduction, Song Jinyuan began to practice swordsmanship with Fang Bai.

At this time, Song Jinyuan did not realize how terrifying Fang Bai's swordsmanship was.

…

In the broad and dark hall, a female monk in green clothes walked forward quickly, her head lowered, her body bones trembling.

After walking ten miles to the long hall, she reached the end of the long hall and knelt in front of a stone step. Her forehead was pressed to the ground and she said in a trembling voice: "Report to the leader... Chang Shengzun went south with the Holy Spirit to capture the first monk of Daqi." Fang Wang, the whole army... was wiped out... the Holy Spirit was also killed by Fang Wang..."

After the words fell, the hall fell silent without any sound.

The green-robed female monk knelt on the ground, not daring to raise her head or speak out loud.

for a long time.

"If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed. What are you afraid of?"

A cold voice came from the stone steps, making the female monk in green clothes feel like she was in a cold cellar, and her body bones were shaking even more.

"Look up, you are one of the seventy-two heavenly kings of the Stealing Heaven Holy Sect. How can you be so cowardly?"

The cold voice sounded again, causing the green-robed female monk to quickly look up.

I saw a huge ice bed above the stone steps, exuding wisps of cold air, and there was a figure sitting in meditation in the center of the ice bed.

This is a man with disheveled hair. He is dressed in black. The robe is embroidered with exquisite runes. There is a circle of fur on the collar. It moves automatically in the wind. Most of his chest is exposed, with a huge and terrifying vertical eye. On his chest, bigger than his head, the eyes were still moving.

The man slowly raised his head, his black hair spread like a waterfall. Although it was not tied up, it did not look messy. Instead, he had an indescribable sense of beauty. He revealed a handsome and cold face, with dull eyes and eyebrows close to each other. A red cicada.

The leader of the Holy Cult of Stealing Heaven!

He looked down at the female monk in green clothes below and said casually: "I suddenly remembered, what guarantee did you make when you borrowed the Holy Spirit from me?"

There were a few vague shadows flashing past in the darkness behind him, like evil spirits hiding in the darkness.

The female monk in green said in fear: "Leader, that Fang Wang is too strong. Our resurrected Holy Spirit has the power to sweep through the Nirvana realm, but in front of Fang Wang..."

The leader of Tiantian narrowed his eyes and said, "Oh? So you are not to blame for this matter?"

"Ask the Lord to punish the sin!"

The female monk in green kowtowed violently, and blood quickly poured out from under her head.

The leader of Tiantian continued to ask: "Are you the only one who came back alive?"

"Among the Heavenly Lords, I am the only one who has returned. Some believers have defected, including Ji Rutian..."

The green-robed female monk answered cautiously, her voice trembling.

"Ji Rutian, I didn't expect him to be able to hide himself so quickly. It seems that the junior named Fang Wang is really powerful. Please tell me what happened specifically."

After hearing the words of the Patriarch, the female monk in green hurriedly recounted the previous battle.

a long time.

The hall fell into silence again.

The leader of the Stealing Heaven said quietly: "I didn't expect that the Immortal-killing Ghost Sword would reappear in the world. It is really a good thing. You are not unjustly defeated."

Upon hearing this, the female monk in green breathed a sigh of relief. She subconsciously raised her head and her eyes widened suddenly. She saw a huge red cicada floating in front of her. Its mouth was full of spikes and it was squirming slightly.

Her body froze instantly, and cold sweat covered her pretty face.

"Although it is not unfair, I am a little unhappy. You should die."

As soon as the voice of the leader of the Thieving Heaven rang out and before he finished speaking, the female monk in green wanted to turn around and run away, but before she could take action, the red cicada bit her head violently, blood spurted out, and the red cicada began to chew.

There was only the sound of red cicadas chewing in the hall, and everything seemed so scary.

The leader of the Thieving Heavens closed his eyes again. As he closed his eyes, several ghost figures appeared behind him, baring their teeth and claws at him, as if they wanted to devour him.

"Fang Wang... claims to be the Dao of Heaven, which is interesting. It seems that my plan is about to come true."

The voice of the leader of the Thieving Heaven echoed in the hall, accompanied by a burst of cold laughter.

…

Three years later, Jiantian Zenei.

Fang Wang successfully broke through to the sixth level of the Golden Body Realm, and in the past three years, the Stealing Heaven Holy Sect has not invaded Daqi again.

More and more monks came to Jian Tianze, but they were all blocked by the sword attendants. At first, some people wanted to force their way in, but it was not until Dugu Wenhun burst out with his own momentum that the monks were frightened and dispersed like frightened birds.

In the past three years, Fang Jing and Fang Bai have successively created spirits. Fang Jing condensed a euphorbia, and this boy actually condensed a low-grade Tianyuan Baoling. It seems that the fortune given to Fang Xun by Zhou Xue can indeed be regarded as a destiny-changing one.

What Fang Bai condensed was a sword, a high-grade Yuan Bao Ling, and he could be considered a genius.

What is more outstanding about Fang Bai is his knowledge of swordsmanship. In the past three years, he has learned the swordsmanship of all the swordsmen in Jian Tianze. Of course, he is only a small master and cannot display the true power of these swordsmanship. The main reason is that his cultivation for insufficient.

In addition, Fang Bai also initially realized the sword intention of heaven and earth, which stimulated Song Jinyuan to death.

In just three years, Fang Bai's understanding of the sword intention of heaven and earth exceeded his understanding of the sword intent for decades, and his Taoist heart almost collapsed.

Fang Jing and Fang Bai have begun to grow up. Their appearance and figure are both handsome and handsome, and they have not embarrassed Fang Wang.

On this day, Fang Wang finished consolidating his cultivation and prepared to continue practicing.

Da Qi's spiritual energy was far inferior to that of the ocean, but he found that as he began to swallow the spiritual energy, vast spiritual energy spread out from the bottom of Jian Tianze.

It seems that Juggernaut has a reason for choosing this place!

The earth's spiritual energy at the bottom of Jian Tianze can keep up with the speed of Wangna's energy above!

This made Fang Wang interested in the underground of this continent, but what he wanted to do now was cultivation, and other things had to give way.

"Your Excellency is Tiandao Fangwang?"

A voice echoed in the Jian Tianze mountains.

Fang Wang opened his eyes and looked, his eyes locked on the two figures on the top of the mountain in the distance. He was secretly shocked that he didn't notice the arrival of these two people.

"The evil demon is born, and the way of heaven retreats. Master, let's get on our way as soon as possible." Another voice sounded, like a woman's.