I will become an immortal in this world

Fang Wang's eyes burst out with bright silver light, causing the already dry and dark universe to fall into daylight, and the Holy Spirit lost its color in the silver light.

The Holy Saint's pupils were dilated, and his eyes were full of incredible color.

"What is this... magical power..."

The silver light completely overwhelmed the Holy Spirit, swallowing up the entire universe and everything.

The immortal gods far away in the Immortal Court were also alarmed, and cracks began to appear on the huge golden monument. It trembled more and more, and it was likely to explode.

This frightened the immortals and gods, and they cast spells one after another to bless the huge golden monument with their own magic power.

The Eighteen Divine Pillars were also casting spells, and all of them looked ugly. Even in the face of the remaining power of Fang Wang's magical power, they had a hard time resisting.

"No! I can't stop it!"

"What's going on? Do they want to invade Immortal Court?"

"We must protect the Immortal Monument, otherwise there will be endless trouble!"

"Damn it, what kind of realm is this? How can it be so powerful..."

The immortals and gods cursed angrily, their words full of fear.

Boom!

The huge golden monument suddenly exploded, and a terrifying wave of air blew away all the gods. The terrifying impact swept across the sea of ​​clouds and spread to the sky in all directions.

Even those who are as powerful as gods are like ants in front of this power, unable to resist!

…

In the pale space, space fragments of different colors floated everywhere, like stars twinkling in different directions.

The Holy Saint was hanging in the air, his body trembling non-stop. His body surface was covered with cracks, like a stone statue that was about to crack. He did not bleed, and the cracks on his body surface overflowed with wisps of strange gray gas.

Following his gaze, Fang Wang's figure stood in the distance. The two were not far apart.

Fang Wang was looking at his right hand, with the Tiangong Halberd standing next to him. The purple dragon soul was shaking like flames, and eighteen heavenly suns were suspended behind him, which was extremely spectacular.

There was a silver bead suspended in Fang Wang's palm, with wisps of gray energy lingering on its surface, which was very similar to the gray energy on the Holy Saint's body.

"What kind of magical power is this..." The Holy Spirit asked with difficulty.

Fang Wang raised his eyes, his eyes were so indifferent, and he said softly: "Let the Heavenly Dao return to the void."

Let everything fall into nothingness!

What Fang Wang is holding in his hands at this moment is all the holy creation.

His life, his karma, his soul, his magical powers, etc., everything about him is in Fang Wang's hands. Fang Wang only needs a pinch to make the Holy Saint disappear completely.

This is the magical power that Fang Wang created for the transcendent realm of heaven!

The way of heaven has returned to its emptiness, allowing those who have transcended to fall into the hands of the things in their hands and let them control them. Life and death are no longer up to them!

At this moment, the Holy Spirit felt fear, and he realized that he might really perish and never be resurrected.

He gritted his teeth and said with a trembling voice: "I lost..."

Fang Wang looked at the Holy Saint and said, "Your magical power is not enough."

He threw the silver bead in his hand behind him, and then, the silver bead fell into a heavenly sun and disappeared without a trace.

The Holy Saint gave a bitter smile and said, "What do you want me to do..."

"Teach me the Holy Technique of Great Kutian first. From then on, I will preach in Wangdao and slowly atone for my sins." Fang Wang said calmly.

Everything about the Holy Spirit is in Fang Wang's heavenly sun. He only needs one thought, and the Holy Spirit will vanish into ashes and cease to exist.

The gray energy leaked from the Holy Saint began to stagnate, and then was absorbed into the body, causing his body surface to gradually recover. This gray energy was his cultivation. When his cultivation returned to his body, his injuries could be recovered.

The Holy Sage took a deep breath and began to tell the true meaning of the Holy Art of Great Kutian.

The void of the universe has not yet been restored, so Fang Wang is not in a hurry to go back and listens carefully to the narration of the Holy One.

…

Time flies, the sea changes, the world is constantly changing, but the human world is still going on.

Jianglong Continent, Kunlun.

Kunlun towers into the clouds, and the top of the mountain cannot be seen. Halfway up the mountain, it is already surrounded by a sea of ​​clouds. This largest mountain in the world occupies an area of ​​nearly ten thousand miles, with the Canghai Sea to the south and the ice fields to the north.

Jian Tianze looks so small at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. There are many lofts by the lake and many monks practice here.

Looking along Jian Tianze, there were three figures standing in front of the long steps at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, a couple and a young man.

The woman was beautiful and dignified, exuding nobility, like a fairy descending from the earth, while the man standing on the other side of the young man, Yushu Linfeng, was dressed in white and looked somewhat similar to Fang Wang.

"Father, does this whole mountain belong to my uncle?" the young man asked. He looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, with bright eyes.

Fang Xun rubbed the young Fang Jing's head and said with a smile: "That's right, your uncle is on the mountain. When you go up the mountain, don't forget your etiquette when you see your uncle."

Fang Jing nodded obediently, his eyes full of expectation.

The family of three began to climb the mountain steps and walked all the way up.

The mountain road was rugged and the steps were not too wide, barely allowing the three of them to walk side by side. After a short walk, Fangjing fell behind.

The rocks are like stone statues, sharp and tall, and there is mist surrounding the mountain road, making the stone steps above seem endless and never ending.

Fang Xun's wife Yi Xiuyang looked back with a look of distress on her face. She whispered: "Husband, he is still young. Do you really want him to go up the mountain step by step?"

"This is Kunlun's rule. The seeker of Tao must go up the mountain step by step. Wherever he goes, the opportunity for Tao will be there. Even if he has the relationship between me and my eldest brother, he cannot be an exception." Fang Xun shook his head and said in a tone full of emotion.

Speaking of his elder brother, he was also excited. He had never seen Fang Wang since he was born. If it weren't for the clan members saying that Fang Wang was his elder brother, he wouldn't even dare to believe it.

Fang Wang was already the most respected person in the Fang family, and there was a statue of him at home.

Since he embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, Fang Xun has been under a huge halo. No matter where he went, there were people to help him. He did not get lost because of this, but became more cautious, fearing that he would lose face for his elder brother.

After hearing this, Yi Xiuyang could only nod.

They continued to climb the mountain.

Half an hour later, Fang Jing's steps began to tremble.

It was not that he was weak, but that there were restrictions on the mountain. At this moment, he felt as if he was carrying a heavy burden on his body, extremely exhausted, and every step seemed to be his limit.

He looked up with difficulty. His parents were waiting for him more than a dozen steps away. The fog on the mountain road could drown them at any time.

"Damn..."

Fang Jing gritted his teeth, supported his knees with both hands, and continued to move forward.

He has been a genius since he was a child. When he was six years old, he showed his talent in cultivating immortals. This time he came to Kunlun to seek the truth, and the whole Fang family had high hopes for him, hoping that he could learn from his uncle.

Suddenly.

He heard footsteps behind him. Before he could turn around, a figure passed by him, striding forward. In a trance, he saw a woman, like a fairy, wearing a white dress with a fragrant breeze.

Fang Xun and Yi Xiuyang were also shocked. They looked at the back of the woman in white and secretly said that it was so fast.