I will become an immortal in this world

Xiao Zi couldn't tell how fast Fang Wang was going at full speed, but it couldn't see the surroundings at all, and could only feel the many powerful auras in the distance getting closer and closer.

During the flight, Fang Wang deliberately released a breath.

Even if there is only a trace, he believes Wen Li can feel it!

the other side.

In front of the Great Holy Mountain.

The clouds are rolling, the wind and sand are filling the air, and the earth's spiritual energy like dragon pillars connects the sky and the earth, like a miracle. However, the heaven and earth fall into a strange silence.

A Nagoten Sect monk landed on the ground, his legs weakened, and he knelt on the ground. Everyone's faces were filled with despair and unwillingness, and their eyes were looking in the same direction.

High in the sky, Li Qingsong, who was covered in blood, was held by Wen Li with one hand. Li Qingsong's robe was broken, and his arms and feet naturally drooped, swaying in the wind.

Wen Li was wearing a deep purple robe, with demonic energy lingering all over his body. Behind him, a demonic figure condensed with different postures, all hunched over, looking down at Li Qingsong in his hand.

The Hutian Sect fell into despair, and the Heaven-stealing Holy Sect was also extremely nervous, because Wen Li's power had made them uneasy, especially the demonic figure behind Wenli. Even the demonic cultivators felt frightened after seeing it.

And something is wrong now!

Not only was Li Qingsong defeated, but Shen Buhui was also defeated.

Shen Buhui was even worse. He was lifted high above his head by one of the right arms of the Holy Spirit, with his limbs downward and facing the sky. His forearms and legs were missing and dripping with blood.

At this moment, Shen Buhui's consciousness was blurred, and he could feel that his life was passing away. In front of his eyes, scenes from the past flashed one after another, including the joy of the family as a child, the displacement of growing up, and the The days spent with Li Tianji.

"It turns out... I am not the protagonist in the story... I cannot be the savior..."

Shen Buhui thought bitterly. He glanced with difficulty and saw Li Qingsong in the distance who was also waiting for death.

He knew that the other party was Li Tianji's master.

This was the first time he met Li Tianji's proudest master. He had imagined countless scenarios of meeting Li Qingsong, but he never expected it to be like this.

Die together.

Suddenly, the unwillingness in Shen Buhui's heart dissipated a lot.

Yes, at least he had someone to accompany him to his death.

What's the fear of death?

Hong Shengzun came to Wen Li and asked cautiously: "Leader, why haven't you killed them yet?"

He tried not to look at the shadow behind Wen Li.

Although the five great saints are majestic and inferior to one person in the Hidden Heaven Sect, only they know how far they are from Wen Li.

Once, the five great saints joined forces to deal with Wen Li, but Wen Li killed them in a very short period of time, and then resurrected them through corpses, so that they could have the 'loyalty' they have today.

Wen Li raised his head slightly, looked at Li Qingsong in his hand, and said, "Kill them when they arrive."

"who?"

Wen Li did not answer any more, but stared at Li Qingsong and said indifferently: "The dignified Master Jianglongshan is so pitiful. I feel a little distressed when I see him. I'm sorry, I was a little harsh earlier."

Following his gaze, Li Qingsong's face was bloody and bloody. Apart from his teeth, he couldn't even see his facial features, especially his eye sockets. There were no eyeballs. His whole face seemed to have been eaten by some terrible beast, which was extremely horrifying.

Li Qingsong had blood foaming from his mouth, but he seemed to be still conscious.

Hong Shengzun was full of curiosity, who was the leader waiting for?

at this time.

He suddenly felt something and looked towards the sky. Not only him, but also the other three saints looked at him.

After a few breaths, the great monks of the Stealing Heaven Sect and the Heaven Protecting Sect also felt an aura.

The Guardian Sect is not a gathering of casual cultivators. Most of the cultivators who followed Shen Buhui to the decisive battle were elites from major sects, and there were even some leaders and elders.

"somebody is coming!"

"who?"

"This smell...something is wrong..."

"Who is it? Is the leader waiting for him?"

"Could it be that the Thieving Demon Cult is just waiting for that person if it doesn't kill us? Who is worthy of Old Demon Wen Li's waiting?"

The monks of both religions were discussing that the reason why the monks of the Guardian Sect did not escape was not because they wanted to wait for death, but because Shen Bugui suffered a tragic defeat, which caused their luck to be completely cut off, and everyone suffered a backlash. Dispersed, like a mortal, and a mortal at the end of his strength.

As discussions filled the world, a domineering momentum descended. At this moment, everyone felt great pressure.

Such pressure made them feel like the power of heaven was coming.

If Wen Li's pressure is evil and cold, then this pressure is absolutely domineering.

They had never felt such coercion, which made them instinctively awe.

Wen Li narrowed his eyes and looked towards the horizon. The demonic figures behind him stopped shaking and turned their heads to look restlessly.

Even Li Tianji, who refused to leave in the distance, felt the mysterious pressure.

This coercion made her feel familiar, but she didn't know if it was an illusion.

She suddenly thought of someone, and her eyes couldn't help but show hope.

Could it be him?

boom--

The sky and the earth roared, the earth trembled, and the majestic Holy Mountain trembled. This was a movement that had not been caused by the previous war.

Such power...

The millions of cultivators of the Heaven Protector Sect’s hearts beat faster, and an unrealistic idea arose in their hearts.

There is a name that has been very popular recently. It is the hope of the Tianhu Sect and even the entire continent!

In their hearts, this name may have more weight than Shen Bugui.

They respect Shen Buhui, but when it comes to overthrowing the Thieving Holy Sect, they feel that the name in their hearts has more hope!

A white rainbow rushed from the end of the world, setting off a shocking wind. The dust waves along the way instantly dispersed, making it unstoppable.

No one had time to see clearly, Wen Li's purple robe stirred violently, and the demonic shadow behind him was like a candle in the wind, almost extinguished.

All eyes in the world fell in front of Wen Li, and saw a figure appearing in the sky, surrounded by white aura, less than five feet away from Wen Li.

The person coming is none other than Fang Wang!

"It's him!"

Li Tianji thought in surprise that she had never been so pleasantly surprised.

Not only her, but some monks in the Tianhu Sect who had met Fang Wang were also caught in a huge surprise.

"It's Tian Dao Fang Wang!"

"The Sword Master of Daqi is here!"

"Oh my god, isn't he in the Dalan Dynasty? The Dalan Dynasty is hundreds of thousands of miles away from here, separated by the Bafang Dynasty."

"Did the leader arrange it in advance?"

"So strong...can he defeat Wen Li?"

Fang Wang's name spread quickly, the Guardian Sect cheered, and the Stealing Sect was terrified and restless.

The name Fang Wang is extremely intimidating to the Thieving Holy Sect, because Chang Shengzun died in his hands, and Fang Wang acted recklessly for a month and massacred the monks of the Stealing Holy Sect, but the leader still refused to take action against him. , such an attitude will inevitably make the congregation uneasy.

Wen Li's eyes fell on Fang Wang. His hair was still fluttering, and the giant eyes exposed on his chest were also staring at Fang Wang. A red cicada crawled out from behind him and lay on his shoulder staring at Fang Wang.

Xiao Zi poked her head into Fang Wang's arms, stared at the red cicada, and kept spitting out snake messages.

When Wen Li looked at Fang Wang, Fang Wang also looked at him.

Their eyes met, and there was no fear in either of their eyes.

Li Qingsong's tragic situation didn't seem to affect Fang Wang. Seeing this, Wen Li suddenly let go of his right hand, and Li Qingsong fell down.

Fang Wang didn't pick it up, and still stared at Wen Li.

At this time, the Holy Spirit flew over with Shen Buhui in his arms. Shen Buhui looked towards Fang Wang with his peripheral vision, and his heart was shocked.

Who is this person?

It was the first time Shen Buhui saw a man with Fang Wang's momentum. Just standing there exuded an invincible impact, making him subconsciously think that this man was the most powerful existence in the world!

He was seriously injured and could not hear the sound, so he did not determine Fang Wang's identity.

In the end, it was Wen Li who broke the silence. Wen Li licked his lips and said with a smile: "Are you Fang Wang? Your Qi and blood are really strong. There is no sign of Nirvana on you, but your aura can already threaten me." It turns out that there is really a limit to the realm.”

Fang Wang stared at him indifferently and said, "Wen Li, are you ready to die? Do you want to die by my fist or my sword?"

mad!

His voice reaches everyone's ears without reservation, and this is what everyone feels.

Fang Wang didn't just want to show his holiness. He said this because he wanted to give confidence to the Tianhu Sect, prevent the seriously injured people from dying directly, and at the same time cause a shock to the members of the Stealing Heaven Sect.

Most importantly, he has the confidence to do it!

Hearing this, Wen Li was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, even laughing.

Fang Wang raised his right hand and turned his palm over. He was wondering which side of his fist to use to kill Wen Li.

Wen Li lowered his head suddenly, stared at Fang Wang closely, and said in a cold voice: "I have been waiting for a suitable container. Li Qingsong is not good, and Shen Buhui is not qualified. Fang Wang, you finally showed up. You said you can punch me." If you kill me, let me feel your power."

As soon as he finished speaking, the demonic shadow behind him suddenly pounced towards Fang Wang and quickly grew in size, making Xiao Zi feel that the world suddenly darkened.

Wen Li took action so quickly that the monks from both religions had no time to react.

boom!

A terrifying fist wind dispersed Wen Li's demonic shadow, swept all the way, and almost hit the Great Holy Mountain. The fist wind swept to the end of the world.

The monks of the Thieving Holy Cult felt that their lives were about to pass through hell. They subconsciously looked to the sky. Then, everyone opened their mouths wide and their eyes widened involuntarily.

Even Shen Bugui, whose consciousness was blurred, subconsciously opened his eyes wide, and the Holy Spirit under him trembled slightly.

Fang Wang could be seen maintaining his fist-pumping posture, but in front of him, there was only a white skeleton left.

This white bone is obviously gentle!

Moreover, every bone of this white skeleton is full of cracks, as if it will fall apart at any time.

Fang Wang raised his chin slightly, looked at Wen Li's bones, and said in an indifferent tone: "I only used 30% of my strength, but you can't bear it. Is this the Heaven-shattering realm?"

The white bones trembled violently, and the bone seams gradually healed. A trace of blood appeared on the chest, which quickly condensed into a giant eye. This giant eye was full of bloodshot eyes. It was no longer as cold as before, and the eyes were full of horror.

"You...who are you..."

Wen Li's voice sounded, his tone full of fear.