The Art of the Great Sword

Faced with this scene, other monks did not dare to say anything. They had absolutely powerful strength and were almost invincible in the princely territory. Who else dared to stop him?

Even the powerful princes in the Fate Defying Realm were not as good as him. Such exaggerated combat power directly refreshed the outlook of many monks.

"Sure enough, this is a time of great strife, with geniuses from all walks of life gathering together. If it were in the past, how could we see such a strong person!"

"Yes, it seems that our estimate of Tianjiao is still conservative. Even the life-threatening realm can cross so many realms."

These monks looked at each other and felt their scalps go numb.

Although the seven-color treasure lotus was taken away, the red-gold king beast is still there, and there is a chance that the king beast will produce treasure bones.

They immediately changed their targets and all attacked the king beast.

It is incredible to say that when the seven-color lotus was picked away, the rules and restrictions here disappeared.

The king beast looked at the many monks charging towards him, with a flash of anger in his pupils, "Humans, all deserve to die!"

It roared angrily and fought with many monks.

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"I just came out and harvested a seven-color lotus. I'm really lucky."

Fang Qingyang had a faint smile on his lips. There were ninety-nine and eighty-one light pillars in the entire territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, representing ninety-nine and eighty-one places of good fortune. Now he only occupies one of them.

Not enough, far from enough!

Fang Qingyang wants to gain enough things from this world of great struggle to lay the foundation for future cultivation.

"boom!"

Not far away, Fang Qingyang saw with his own eyes that a city ahead was shattered, a large number of buildings collapsed, and the city walls were reduced to nothing.

The huge princes and dharma ministers are fighting in the sky. Their attacks are like tides, destroying everything. Every collision between them causes the heaven and earth to collapse.

The aftermath spread out, destroying the surrounding buildings wantonly, leaving only smoke and dust scattered everywhere.

Fang Qingyang's eyes were cold. Although this city was not within the Fang family's sphere of influence, it was still the territory of the Zhou Dynasty.

In a world of great strife, everyone is scrambling for the first place. He can understand that, but why do powerful monks treat life like this?

It's obvious that they can avoid it, but they just don't want to. They just want to kill people and destroy them to show their strength.

Fang Qingyang hated this kind of behavior the most.

He stepped up to the sky in one step, walked across the sky, and swept forward.

When he came to the city, he looked at the fighting monks from both sides and said in a deep voice, "When you come to the Great Zhou Dynasty, you must abide by the rules of the Great Zhou Dynasty. When monks fight, you must not bring disaster to mortals. These should be engraved in your bones. ”

Fang Qingyang's voice immediately attracted the attention of the two monks. They all raised their heads and looked at Fang Qingyang, who was only in the life-threatening state. They couldn't help but sneer, "As a prince, do we still need to care about what mortals think? We are like ants. Mortals will die when they die. Who cares about the life and death of ants? "

Fang Qingyang looked up and saw that most of the city had been destroyed. Countless mortals were smashed to death under the ruins, and some were affected by spiritual energy and died suddenly on the spot.

There were cries and cries everywhere, and the displaced mortals stumbled towards the outside of the city, hoping for a chance to survive.

In the battle between the two powerful monks, mortals were indeed like ants, and a large number of them would be trampled to death if they were not careful.

As for the revival of spiritual energy in the Great Zhou Dynasty, monks from all walks of life gathered together. There was only one thought in their minds, and that was to fight for opportunities and good fortune as much as possible. Who would care about the lives of mortals?

"If you don't know the rules, I don't mind teaching you."

There was a cold look in Fang Qingyang's eyes. The next moment, his figure rushed towards the two princes, and punched out simultaneously, one left and one right.

These two monks are both Xuanming Realm princes. They can definitely be regarded as the most powerful people in some dynasties. They have always been aloof.

It is difficult to make them respect life from the bottom of their hearts.

Therefore, Fang Qingyang’s choice was to directly obliterate it!

"Haha, this kid from the fatal realm really thinks of himself as a green onion."

The two monks sneered. They didn't take Fang Qingyang seriously at all. Seeing that the other party was coming to kill him, they turned around and used all their strength to activate their princely powers.

The extremely terrifying rays of light condensed into a frightening slash in the air, and the two princes and ministers took action at the same time, trying to pin Fang Qingyang to death in the center.

But as a result, as a figure passed by, the two princes' appearances froze in place as if they had been hit hard. The energy essence in the void spread wantonly, and after a few breaths, they collapsed with a crash.

The princely appearance of these two monks turned into nothingness and was completely shattered under Fang Qingyang's two punches, leaving no residue at all.

The two men were confused.

The other party, a prince in the life-threatening realm, was nothing at all in their eyes, but the result was like this?

"Kill a god with one sword."

Fang Qingyang stood in the void, lightly drew out his sword, and slashed forward. It was a sword that absolutely blended into the rules. Since the two of them were in a straight line, they couldn't dodge it at all.

"puff!"

"puff!"

Two heads flew up.

Two Xuanming realm princes were killed by Fang Qingyang.

"Every day, I practice ten thousand slashes. With your abilities, you are not qualified to be arrogant in front of me."

Fang Qingyang put away the Dragon Emperor Sword, his expression remained calm.

Inside the city, those mortals looked at Fang Qingyang in the void, their pupils shrank violently, they realized that he had saved the city, and they all knelt down on the ground.

Now it was Fang Qingyang's turn to feel a little embarrassed. His original intention was definitely not to elevate his status. As a native of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he simply didn't want any cultivator to treat human life as worthless.

That's why he took action.

"Thank you, Immortal! Thank you, Immortal!"

"If it weren't for the Immortal, we would have died here."

"......"

Listening to the grateful words of many people, Fang Qingyang waved his hands quickly, "Please stand up, there is no need to do this. I am also a member of the Great Zhou Dynasty. I really can't stand their high and mighty appearance in our territory, so I took action. This is what I should do. You don't need to thank me like this!"

After hesitating for a while, Fang Qingyang still said, "But, to be on the safe side, you'd better stay away from those light pillars. Each light pillar will become a place of opportunity and fortune for cultivators to fight for. When the kings and princes fight, the sky will collapse and the earth will crack. If you are not careful, you will be involved."

The people thanked him profusely.

After leaving here, Fang Qingyang sighed. It was not until then that he finally understood Zhou Tai's ambition.

Most cultivators come from sects, free and unfettered, and not bound by secular rules. There should indeed be a dynasty that is above many sects to discipline these cultivators.

All under heaven belongs to the king, and all the people in the land are his subjects.

Only in this way can we reduce killing and disputes as much as possible, and this may be... the future of Dongzhou!