I will become an immortal in this world

When the golden silk is formed, the spirit shaping is considered a success. The next thing Fang Wang needs to do is to consolidate his cultivation.

When the thunderclouds in the sky dispersed, Fang Wang was still standing on the bridge, closing his eyes to consolidate his cultivation. The new treasure spirit above his head was already a thousand feet high. Even the spiritual mist of Jian Tianze could not cover it. It was twisting violently in the wind. , like a living dragon, and it is also a golden dragon with shining light!

Those who woke up from the sword intent of heaven and earth were quickly attracted by Qianzhang Jinling.

"what is that?"

"Is it a magic weapon? Or is it the manifestation of some kind of magic?"

"Wait a minute, it seems to be floating on Senior Fang Wang's head..."

"Look carefully, isn't that the scene of spirit-shaping?"

"What level is Senior Fang in? How can he be able to shape spirits?"

The monks talked a lot, some were surprised, some were puzzled, until someone brought up the theory of multi-lived treasure spirits, which immediately caused an even bigger noise.

Gu Li and Gu Tianxiong stood by the lake and were equally amazed by the thousand-foot golden silk.

"With such a talent, he still has many lives..." Gu Tianxiong murmured to himself, his tone complex.

Facing the mysterious thousand-foot-long golden silk, anyone will feel like they are looking up to a fairy.

Gu Li's eyes were full of brilliance, but she was not envious. She was only happy and excited for Fang Wang. After the breakthrough, he would create such a natal treasure, and he would definitely have a better chance of winning against the Heaven-stealing Holy Cult in the future.

The entire Qi Dynasty knew that Fang Wang would definitely go north. Judging from all of Fang Wang's achievements, he was never afraid of powerful enemies or dangers. Now that he was close to Jian Tianze, he was obviously preparing for a decisive battle.

If he wanted to avoid the war, he could go south and leave Daqi.

at the same time.

Outside Jiantian Ze, a monk came with a sword. He saw the thousand-foot golden silk on the horizon in the air.

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Thousand-foot golden ribbon emerged from the peaks around Jian Tianze. Although it only partially emerged, the golden light it emitted was very eye-catching.

"What is that..." the monk muttered to himself with his eyes widened.

He is a monk from the Heaven Protector Sect, named Wu Lin. He was ordered by Shen Buhui to invite Fang Wang.

He slowed down and flew towards Jian Tianze cautiously.

the other side.

Fang Wang was immersed in his own breakthrough and forgot about external objects. This state lasted for seven days and nights.

When he opened his eyes, his soaring cultivation began to calm down. He raised his eyes and looked at the two thousand feet of golden silk above his head, his eyes calm.

"Let's call her Shutian Jinling."

Fang Wang murmured to himself and decided on the name of this precious spirit. In an instant, the golden silk ribbon in the sky burst out with bright golden light, shining across the whole world. The common people and spirits all over the Qi Dynasty saw a flash in the sky.

Shutian Jinling quickly got back into Fang Wang's body and disappeared.

The seventh natal treasure is ready!

Like the Tiangong Halberd, it was created by Tiangong and contained special power. Fang Wang was looking forward to its performance.

He twisted his neck, turned and walked towards the attic.

Xiao Zi, Dugu Wenhun, and Song Jinyuan immediately came to greet them, and Zhao Zhen also followed, with a look of awe on his face.

Fang Wang caught Xiao Zi who rushed towards him, rubbed the snake's head and asked, "How old am I this year?"

Xiao Zi raised her head and stared at him, blinking her snake eyes, and said: "Master, you are already one hundred and sixty-seven years old."

Dugu Wenhun's eyelids were twitching wildly. He knew that Fang Wang was very young, but when he heard this age, he was still frightened.

God is unfair!

Fang Wang looked at Dugu Wenhun and asked: "Since ancient times, has there been a Mahayana who is one hundred and sixty-seven years old?"

Dugu Wenhun smiled bitterly and said: "As far as I know, there is no one. Even if there is, it can't compare to you. Although your realm is the Mahayana realm, your actual strength has surpassed the Nirvana realm."

He no longer knew how to describe a genius like Fang Wang.

Fang Wang smiled, and then he ordered: "Take a rest for a day, and go north tomorrow to defeat the devil and kill Wen!"

Defeat the devil and kill Wen!

He didn't say these four words sonorously and forcefully, but he had a sense of confidence.

Only he himself knows that the changes brought to him by breaking through the Mahayana realm can be described as reborn!

He is already full of confidence in dealing with Wen Li!

After all, Li Qingsong and Wen Li had fought several times over the years, but they did not kill Li Qingsong directly. This shows that although Wen Li is strong, he is not strong enough to easily crush Li Qingsong to death.

And he thinks he can.

"OK!"

Xiao Zi immediately jumped for joy, and Dugu Wenhun also showed a look of anticipation.

Song Jinyuan took this opportunity and said: "Fang Wang, someone from the Hutian Sect came to you and wanted to invite you to join the Hutian Sect. He said that Fang Jing and Fang Bai have already joined the sect, and the Hutian Sect is only temporary. If the Tiansheng Sect is destroyed, it will be disbanded and will not bind anyone. Do you want to meet? "

If it were anyone else, he would have refused for Fang Wang long ago, but it was about the Hutian Sect, and he felt it was necessary to say it.

When Fang Wang heard the names of Fang Jing and Fang Bai, he immediately nodded and said, "Let him come."

"Now?"

"Um."

Fang Wang nodded and jumped up. He landed on the eaves, stretched out and enjoyed the sunshine.

Song Jinyuan immediately went to invite people.

Soon, Wu Lin from the Guardian Sect came. He stood in front of the attic and looked up at Fang Wang on the roof.

Standing there in white clothes, Fang Wang looked like an immortal from heaven in the mortal world, holding two pieces of spiritual energy in the heavenly royal dragon crown. His white clothes fluttered slightly, and he looked very otherworldly. Wu Lin had never seen such a strange man before.

"Why do you invite my young master to join the Hutian Sect? What do you need my young master to do after joining the sect?"

Xiao Zi lay on Fang Wang's shoulder and asked.

Wu Lin secretly admired him. He was worthy of being the swordsman of Daqi. Even the snake on his shoulder looked simple.

Wu Lin immediately answered with clasped fists, speaking out Shen Buhui's instructions, and at the same time informed him of the function of the All-Things Hao Qi Jue in Jianglong Mountain.

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Hearing that the Hutian leader wanted to borrow Fang Wang's luck, Dugu Wenhun smiled, while Song Jinyuan frowned.

Zhao Zhen laughed and said: "Gather your luck to fight against the Holy Cult of Thieving Heaven. Even if your luck will come back, it means that your leader is not absolutely sure of dealing with the Holy Cult of Thieving Heaven, right?"

Wu Lin hesitated and said: "The Holy Cult of Stealing Heaven is raging on the mainland, and the old demon Wen Li is even more arrogant. Who can be absolutely sure?"

"My young master has one!"

Xiao Zi glared at Wu Lin, very angry.

Fang Wang chuckled softly and said: "Okay, I don't blame him for this. He is just a messenger. Go back and tell your leader that I will not join the religion. I will go directly to the Thieving Heaven Holy Cult to kill Wen Li. Maybe you Wen Li has already died before he returned to the Heaven Protector Sect."

Wu Lin was stunned.

"By the way, do you know where the headquarters of the Thieving Heaven Sect is?" Fang Wang remembered something and asked.

Wu Lin shook his head and said: "The whereabouts of the Stealing Heaven Holy Sect are mysterious. Although there are their strongholds everywhere in the north, no one knows where their headquarters is. There were seniors who searched for souls. It turned out that the monk had the poison cast by the Five Saints. Curse, he died instantly."

When Fang Wang heard this, he smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

Song Jinyuan immediately pulled him away, his entire face darkened.

No wonder this kid had to wait until he saw Fang Wang before telling him why he was here. He had such an idea.

Wu Lin wanted to resist, but his cultivation was not as good as Song Jinyuan's, and Fang Wang was here, so he didn't dare to mess around.

An hour later, Fang Wang found Gu Tianxiong and Gu Li, chatted with them for a while, and explained his intention to leave.

The father and daughter wanted to go north with Fang Wang, but he refused because his goal was the home of the Thieving Holy Cult.

On that day, news spread that Fang Wang was going north.

Early the next morning, Fang Wang took Xiao Zi and flew all the way north, followed closely by Dugu Wenhun, while Chu Yin was left behind in Jian Tianze to continue practicing.

This time, Fang Wang did not use Xiao Zi as a mount because Xiao Zi was not as fast as him.

Dugu Wenhun followed Fang Wang, looked at his back, and sighed secretly: "It is so straightforward and neat, and it is worthy of the name of heaven."

He felt that Fang Wang was concerned about the common people and did not want to waste more time, which made him admire Fang Wang even more.

There are countless strong people in the world, but there are very few strong people with righteous thoughts. Although the Sword Master is not strong, he can be remembered by him, which shows how high the Sword Master's personality is.

In the past, he felt sorry for the Sword Master. If the Sword Master had great talent, then he would be lucky enough to have one more land immortal in the world.

Now it seems that Fang Wang is a sword master with extremely high talent.

Of course, he doesn't have the ax of a sword master.

Dugu Wenhun criticized the attitude of not killing. Some people should be killed, but killing them would benefit the common people.

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In the spacious and dark hall, Wen Li, the leader of the Thieving Heaven Sect, was sitting on the ice bed meditating. He kept doing exercises with his hands, and the demonic energy surrounded him. The giant eyes exposed on his chest kept rotating, which looked very strange.

There was still a mysterious ghost swaying in the darkness behind him. It was huge and terrifying, and it was constantly deforming. Sometimes it looked like a person running by, sometimes like an animal running by.

"You're upset. What are you afraid of?"

A cold voice sounded, and it was unclear whether it was a man or a woman.

Wen Li closed his eyes and said: "The matter has become big and beyond my control. It has happened decades faster than the original plan. There may be some kind of variables affecting me."

"Oh? Who do you think it is? Li Qingsong from Jianglong Mountain, the Peacock Holy King who threatened you before, or Fang Wang, the only stain on the Thieving Heaven Holy Cult?"

"I don't know, but the uneasiness in my heart is getting stronger and stronger."

"So you're going to take the risk?"

"The bones at my feet will not allow me to fail. No matter who the variables are, the Sky Stealer will make them a certain number!"

"The Heaven-Stealing Mysterious Technique has its blessings and misfortunes, so it must be used with caution."

Wen Li stopped answering, and kept changing moves with his hands, and the surging demonic energy seemed to become violent.

The hall fell into silence.

…

Dusk falls and the red glow fills the air.

A ray of white light came quickly, and not long after, another figure followed closely behind, it was Fang Wang and Dugu Wenhun.

They flew across more than a dozen dynasties, covering an unknown number of miles. If they encountered people who were harmed by demonic cultivators along the way, Fang Wang would take action. As for the fights between monks, as long as they were not under the banner of the Thieving Heaven Holy Cult, he would take action. Too lazy to intervene.

There is an ancient city in the mountains and forests ahead, with demonic cultivators sitting on the walls.

Within a thousand miles, almost all the monks were demonic cultivators. Fang Wang didn't know where the Holy Cult of Stealing Heaven was, so he rushed towards the place where demonic cultivators gathered.

On the city wall, a demon cultivator suddenly noticed the situation on the horizon. Just as he was about to speak, a gust of wind roared over, shocking all the demon cultivators on the city wall to raise their arms to cover their faces.

Mo Xiu, who was the first to notice the abnormal situation, froze up, his face was covered with cold sweat, and his pupils were dilated. A hand was pressed on his shoulder, making him unable to move.

The other demon cultivators put down their arms and took a closer look. They all saw Fang Wang's figure and were so frightened that they immediately gathered their precious spirits and prepared to fight.

"If you want to die, do it!"

Xiao Zi, who was lying on Fang Wang's shoulder, sneered. The demon cultivators looked strange when they saw this purple snake carrying a gourd on its back.

At this time, Dugu Wenhun followed. He did not restrain his momentum like Fang Wang. The pressure of the ninth level of the Mahayana realm made all the demon cultivators feel as if they were facing a collapse of the sky.