I will become an immortal in this world

As Dugu Wenhun's coercion enveloped the entire ancient city, the demonic cultivators in the city flew out one after another, like a swarm of bees emerging from their nest, which was very spectacular.

Fang Wang turned his head, looked at the demon cultivator who was being held down by him, and said softly: "Tell me, where is Wen Li, the leader of the Thieving Holy Sect?"

Before landing, he listened to the sounds of the entire city and knew that all the demon cultivators here came from the Thieving Heaven Sect.

The demon cultivator who was held down said in a trembling voice: "How can we... know the whereabouts of the leader..."

Fang Wang's eyes turned cold.

At this time, Dugu Wenhun landed on the city wall. His movements were strange, and a series of afterimages arose, passing between the demon cultivators. The acupuncture points of each demon cultivator were hit, making them unable to move. The whole process was motionless. A demon cultivator can react.

Dugu Wenhun stopped in front of an old demon cultivator, grabbed his face with his right hand, and pulled his soul out of his body. His soul looked horrified.

Before Dugu Wenhun could say anything, the demon cultivator's soul dispersed.

Dugu Wenhun frowned and continued to try. Fang Wang used the Yin-Yang Xuanming True Skill to look at these souls, but he couldn't see the difference either, indicating that this spell was no weaker than the Yin-Yang Xuanming True Skill.

Only when the souls of all the demon cultivators on the city wall were forced to disperse, Dugu Wenhun gave up. He looked at a famous demon cultivator above the ancient city with cold eyes.

As soon as those demonic cultivators flew out of the city, they were enveloped by his pressure. They were all unable to move and could only look at him in horror.

Fang Wang said: "Kill 90% of the number and let go of 10%."

Hearing this, Dugu Wenhun took action immediately. Immediately afterwards, screams rang out one after another in the world, and blood rained down into the ancient city.

After a few breaths, the world became silent.

"Bring the news out, and we hope to kill all the members of the Stealing Heaven Holy Cult. Those who want to survive must immediately withdraw from the religion, or ask your leader to come out."

Fang Wang's voice followed, his tone cold.

As soon as the words fell, Dugu Wenhun's pressure disappeared, and the surviving demon cultivators fled in panic.

In the city, the doors of the houses were opened, and a figure covered in bruises and dirt walked out. Each of them had anklets on their feet. There were men, women and children, but mostly women. They all heard Fang Wang's voice. Just dare to come out.

Fang Wang lowered his head and glanced down. In an instant, sword shadows appeared on the ground in the streets of the city, quickly cutting off the anklets of the prisoners. This scene made Dugu Wenhun raise his eyebrows.

Could this be the sword master's sword intention of heaven and earth?

The sword master's sword intention is more comfortable than that of the past.

Fang Wang said: "You are all cultivators. You can cultivate here for a day and then leave. You can also help me spread the word. Da Qi Fang Wang vows to kill all the Holy Cult of Stealing Heaven."

The miserable plight of the people in the city had obviously experienced inhuman torture, but Fang Wang couldn't care less about sympathy.

After saying these words, he turned and left.

Dugu Wenhun quickly followed. He was also indifferent to the experiences of those people. In the world of immortal cultivation, he had seen many such things.

"What to do next?" Xiao Zi turned to look at Fang Wang and asked.

Fang Wang looked forward and said, "No more searching. Just go on a killing spree until Wen Li comes to find me in person."

The previous killing spree in the Imperial Sea was for revenge.

And this time he went on a killing spree to save people!

Every time he takes action, he can save many people, so why blindly search for Wen Li's whereabouts?

Dugu Wenhun couldn't help but look towards Fang Wang, secretly shocked.

Fang Wang is usually kind to others, but at times like this, he becomes more murderous than anyone else, which makes Dugu Wenhun even unable to tell what kind of character he is.

No matter what kind of character Fang Wang is, Dugu Wenhun only knows that the disaster of the Stealing Heaven Holy Cult is coming!

…

At noon, gunpowder smoke curled up in the mountains. Looking up, the mountains and fields were filled with corpses and potholes. There was also a forest that was turned into a red forest with blood, which was shocking.

A Nagoten Sect monk was meditating everywhere to heal his injuries, and the atmosphere was gloomy.

Fang Jing and Fang Bai were sitting on the mountainside meditating, facing the army of Tianhu Sect monks.

There was still a scar caused by a burn on Fang Bai's forehead. The flesh and blood were blurred and could not be scabbed for a long time, but his face was still cold and he seemed to be unable to feel the pain.

Fang Jing was lucky. Although his white clothes were stained with blood, he was not seriously injured. He was looking down at the Heaven Protector Sect army in front of him who was recovering from his injuries.

"How long will this battle last? Why are there more and more followers of the Heaven-stealing Holy Sect?" Fang Jing murmured to himself, his tone full of helplessness.

Fang Bai closed his eyes and said calmly: "The world is in chaos, and people who cultivate immortality pay attention to pursuing their own interests. After practicing for decades or hundreds of years, who can give up the obsession of immortality for the sake of world peace, and how many people can restrain it?" Keep the evil thoughts in your heart and don’t act recklessly? As long as no one threatens the Holy Sect, the number of followers of the Holy Sect will only increase. "

Fang Jing took a deep breath and said, "It's okay, just wait for my uncle to take action."

Fang Bai, who always liked to quarrel with Fang Jing, did not refute. His admiration for Fang Wang was no less than that of Fang Jing, because he had experienced the mystery of the sword of killing immortals and ghosts. How could someone who mastered such sword skills not rule the world and be invincible?

At this time, a monk flew from the sky, flying all the way, shouting loudly: "The direction of heaven has gone north, and I vowed to kill all the evil spirits who steal the sky!"

He kept repeating these words, causing more and more monks to open their eyes, including Fang Bai.

Fang Jing was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect his mouth to be so good. Then he stood up and laughed loudly.

Not just him, many people were excited.

The name of Tiandao Fangwang is now well-known in the mainland, and everyone in the world knows it!

"It's Fang Wang, he finally took action!"

"I heard from Daqi monk before that Fang Wang is in seclusion in order to fight to the death with Wen Li, the leader of the Thieving Heaven Sect!"

"finally come!"

"I don't know where he is now."

"Fang Wang is the one who killed the Holy Lord. So far, the other four Holy Lords are still the unshakable existence of our Heaven Protector Sect."

There are at least 300,000 monks in this area, which is only a small part of the Hutian Sect. The power of the Tianhu Sect has spread over more than 20 dynasties in the north, and there are dozens of battlefields every day. A hundred years ago, it could be Sweeping across this continent, but now facing the Holy Cult of Stealing Heaven, it still seems powerless.

The Tianhu Sect is expanding rapidly, and the same is true for the Thieving Holy Cult. However, because the Thieving Holy Cult acts without scruples, it attracts strong people to join. On the other hand, there is almost no threshold for joining the Cult, as long as you are willing to fight against the Thieving Holy Cult. You can join, so the overall strength is far inferior to that of the Thieving Heaven Holy Cult, and it is all supported by will and hatred.

After so many years since the establishment of the Hutian Sect, there is still no battle result that can compare with the Battle of Daqi. In that battle, Fang Wang killed a Holy Lord and a Holy Spirit, which is still widely sung to this day.

Fang Bai also stood up, and a smile finally appeared on his stern face. He clearly felt that everyone's morale suddenly improved, no longer so gloomy, as if he saw hope.

It is spreading not only here, but also in other places. There are monks from the Heaven Protecting Sect spreading the news, demon cultivators from the Heaven Stealing Sect spreading the news, and even casual cultivators who want to fish in troubled waters spreading the news. There is a spark that is about to start a prairie fire. Posture.

Two days later, another message came from the Heaven Protector Sect monks.

"Heaven's way hopes to kill the two great kings of the Heaven-stealing Holy Sect and 300,000 demons!"

Another day passed.

"The way of heaven hopes to kill Liu Han, the true disciple of the Thieving Heaven Holy Sect, and destroy the Mingzhou branch of the Thieving Heaven Holy Sect!"

From then on, news came almost every day, making the monks of the Guardian Sect who were recovering from their injuries even more excited.

Within five days, they could no longer hold themselves back and expressed their intention to follow Fang Wang and fight with him. The leader of the Tianhu Tian Cult monk agreed because he felt excited just listening to these battle reports.

In fact, there was a lag in the news, and Fang Wang could kill the enemy much faster than the news spread.

Thirty thousand miles away from them, the grassland was stained with blood and the earth was devastated, as if it had been bombarded by a swarm of meteorites. Countless corpses fell to the ground, and shouts, cries, and cries of death could be heard constantly.

I saw streaks of black sword energy streaking across the sky. Each time it swept, it could kill a large number of demon cultivators, causing a rain of blood to pour down. It was a spectacular sight.

Fang Wang was walking in the air, Xiao Zi was lying on his shoulder, looking ahead excitedly.

Dugu Wenhun, who was following behind, looked around and marveled at the nine ghosts and gods floating around them, swinging their swords constantly, but Fang Wang didn't even take out the Rainbow Sword.

On the grassland, there were monks from the Nagoya Sect scattered everywhere. Some were recuperating and some were fighting. No matter what they were doing, when they saw Fang Wang and the nine ghosts and gods, they were all excited and excited. Get excited and your morale rises.

On the other hand, the Thieving Heaven Holy Cult was so frightened that they almost lost their wits. They did not dare to resist Fang Wang and immediately turned around and fled, but their speed was not as fast as the Zhuxian Jinghong Sword.

The nine ghosts and gods swung their swords in unison, very regularly, neither fast nor slow. The sword energy swept in all directions, unstoppable.

At this moment, Fang Wang seemed to be expelling and playing tricks on the demonic cultivators of the Heaven-stealing Holy Sect, making the monks of the Heaven-Guarding Sect all look up to him as if they were an immortal.

"Is he Tian Dao Fang Wang?"

"So strong...Is this really as powerful as one can achieve through practice?"

"He is truly an immortal. He is stronger than all of us combined. I wonder what kind of unique skills he has used..."

"I heard before that Fang Wang was going north. I was wondering why those people were so excited. Now I understand... This is the best person in the world!"

"The hope of victory is here!"

As Fang Wang walked toward the horizon, cheers erupted on the battlefield.

Listening to these cheers, Dugu Wenhun felt a subtle feeling in his heart.

Born at sea, he fought constantly, but all for himself or for the mission of the sect. This was the first time he fought to save the world.

How can I describe this feeling...

Pretty good.

Dugu Wenhun looked at Fang Wang's back. He walked so casually, yet seemed so determined.

He couldn't help but remind: "Aren't you afraid that Wen Li will suddenly appear when you waste your spiritual power like this?"

Fang Wang said without looking back: "Squandering? How can we talk about squandering?"

When Dugu Wenhun heard this, he couldn't help but feel it carefully, and his eyes followed the Tiandao Dragon Crown on Fang Wang's head.

This crown has very slight spiritual power fluctuations, and it flows into Fang Wang's body.

Could it be...

Dugu Wenhun's eyes changed, showing a hint of fear.

A powerful enemy is not scary, but the enemy is powerful and has endless spiritual power...