I will become an immortal in this world

Faced with Wen Li's inquiry, Fang Wang did not answer.

The monks from the Heaven Protecting Sect and the Thieving Heaven Sect came to their senses, and they all started to make an uproar. Many of the monks from the Thieving Heaven Sect even turned around and ran away.

The Four Saints were stunned. Although they could see that Wen Li was not completely dead, they could kill Wen Li's flesh and blood with one punch. This kind of strength was beyond his imagination.

They were all covered with cold, neither could they retreat, nor could they fight.

If they retreat, if Wen Li survives, the consequences will be disastrous, but if they are allowed to fight against Fang Wang...

Not a wise move!

Fang Wang stared at Wen Li and said, "Show the power of the Holy Spirit."

He wants to decide the outcome in one battle, he wants to break the world's fear of the Holy Spirit and completely disband the Hidden Heaven Sect, and he wants to establish himself as an absolutely powerful figure, so that no matter where he goes in the future, no one in the world will dare to deal with the Fang family.

Of course, there is still a hint of bellicosity in his heart.

He wants to test how strong he is in the Mahayana realm!

Hearing these words, Wen Li's bones slowly retreated, and billowing demonic energy emerged from his eyes.

The clouds in the sky began to roll violently, and then, giant eyes appeared out of thin air in the sky, densely packed and countless, overlooking everything on the earth.

Everyone looked up, their scalps were all numb and they thought they were under an illusion. Some people even couldn't help but rub their eyes.

At a glance, you can't tell how many eyes there are.

These eyes scanned in different directions. Anyone who was scanned by them would feel frightened and have chills running down their spines.

Fang Wang suddenly glanced at the three-headed and six-armed Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit, which was about to eat Shen Buhui alive, suddenly stopped. It hesitated for a moment and threw Shen Buhui down.

Shen Buhui, who fell in the air, had already woken up. He saw Fang Wang's gaze just now and understood that it was Fang Wang who saved him.

Even if his body falls, he will not die.

The three pairs of eyes of the Holy Spirit stared at Fang Wang with strange gazes, and then flew towards Wen Li's bones.

Fang Wang did not stop him and watched the Holy Spirit and Wen Li's bones merge together.

Gradually, the soul of the Holy Spirit gradually condensed into skin and flesh, and its three heads turned into gentle faces, with different expressions, one face of fear, one face of jealousy, one face of hatred.

"Fang Wang, you are indeed very strong, much stronger than I expected. I didn't expect that I would go so far as to use myself as the container of the Holy Spirit. In this case, there is no need for you to live!"

After Wen Li said that, he jumped up and spread his six arms. A huge red cicada jumped up from behind and became extremely huge. It was at least five hundred feet in diameter when it flapped its wings. The monks of both religions were stunned to see it.

The three-headed and six-armed Wen Li exuded a crazy aura, and a cold wind blew from heaven to earth.

"Great Sage, please give me strength!"

Wen Li raised his head and shouted, accompanied by three strange roars, like a ferocious beast roaring.

Rumble——

The sky and the earth trembled violently, and all the giant eyes in the sky looked at Wen Li. They saw holy spirits flying out of each giant eye. They were all soul bodies, with different shapes, like humans and monsters.

They all raised their hands and patted Wen Li from the air. A stream of light beams burst out from their palms and fell on Wen Li. Wen Li's aura was rising steadily.

This scene made the Tianhu Sect monks extremely uneasy.

"What's going on? Why doesn't Fang Wang take action?"

"Are those demon souls? Why are there so many..."

"That face... isn't it my disciple Chen Qing?"

"My disciple Cheng Zhixun is also here..."

"It turns out that the Heaven-stealing Demon Cult recruits geniuses to use their demon souls as their bodies... Damn it..."

For a time, there were angry sounds, curses, and wailing sounds from heaven and earth.

Seeing so many Holy Spirits descending, the Heaven-stealing Holy Cult looked like gods all over the sky looking down at the human world, and everyone became excited.

With such momentum, we can win!

Wen Li's figure trembled in the bright light, and his body actually grew in size. Soon, he was over ten feet tall.

He raised the three arms on his left side and looked at Fang with his three palms facing each other. The three faces showed arrogance and said in unison: "Fang Wang, feel this extraordinary power. Remember, this power comes from the Thousand Eyes." Holy!”

After the words fell, three black beads condensed in front of the three palms. Like a black hole, they crazily devoured the spiritual energy of the world and rolled up a terrifying wind that would destroy the world.

Some people with exhausted spiritual energy and serious physical injuries were even swept into the sky, including Shen Buhui and Li Qingsong.

Fang Wang raised the corner of his mouth, suddenly punched, and hit the sky with his right fist. A black dragon suddenly appeared and rushed towards Wen Li with its teeth and claws.

boom!

When the black dragon's head had already jumped in front of Wen Li, its tail had not yet condensed. It was as if there was a space-time tunnel in front of Fang Wang's fist, and only one-third of the body of this terrifying black dragon emerged.

Wen Li's three pairs of pupils couldn't help but dilate. Since the distance was less than a thousand feet, he had no time to react.

The black dragon rushed away Wen Li's body with an absolutely domineering attitude, and pierced through the sea of ​​clouds in the sky with its overwhelming momentum. Countless giant eyes were scattered with the waves like mirrors, flowers, and water.

"My punch is called the Nine Dragons Zhentian Fist."

Fang Wang's voice echoed between heaven and earth, the black dragon disappeared from the zenith, and streaks of sunlight fell from the huge holes in the sea of ​​clouds, shining on the earth.

The monks of the two religions stood there again, unable to believe their eyes.

The black dragon just now was deeply engraved in their hearts and would be unforgettable in their lives. Following their gazes, there was no Wenli figure between Fang Wang and Tianqiong. This time, not even the bones were left.

As Wen Li's momentum dissipated, those who soared fell. Shen Buhui looked at Fang Wang, who was high above. The sun shone on Fang Wang, and he actually felt a hint of divinity.

He had never seen such a dazzling being.

"Nine Dragons Suppressing Heaven Fist..."

I don’t know how many people read this name.

Fang Wang turned his head and looked at the four great saints and the army of the Thieving Holy Cult in the distance, and his voice followed: "Kneel down."

At this moment, the four great saints and the demon cultivators who had not escaped all felt his gaze. When they heard the word "kneel down", most of them subconsciously knelt in mid-air.

The four great saints' eyelids twitched wildly, they hesitated for a moment, then bowed their heads and knelt down.

As soon as they knelt down, all the remaining monks from the Heaven-stealing Holy Cult knelt down.

Fang Wang ended this decades-long catastrophe with just two punches!

The high-ranking Fang Wang is under the sun, while the hundreds of thousands of monks of the Stealing Heaven Sect are under the clouds. One person is bright and one is dark, one is high and one is low. One person is facing hundreds of thousands of people, and hundreds of thousands of them kneel down to worship him!

The scene was frozen and deeply touched everyone.

The Tianhu Sect monks were moved, and soon someone broke the silence, cheers resounded across the sky, and countless people cried with joy.

"we won!"

"Oh my god, two punches, two punches killed Wen Li, not even a trace of his body or soul was left behind!"

"The Nine Dragons Suppressing Heaven Fist... must be the best skill in the world!"

"Wen Li is dead, Wen Li is dead! Hahahaha——"

"We finally won and can finally go home..."

Cheers echoed between heaven and earth, and the storm between heaven and earth gradually subsided.

Fang Wang's eyes condensed, and the divine nourishment sword energy burst out from his eyes, piercing through Hong Shengzun at an extremely fast speed. Before the other three saints had time to react, the divine nourishment sword energy penetrated their bodies one after another, and the spiritual power in their bodies quickly dissipated.

The expressions of the four people changed drastically, and they looked at Fang Wang in horror.

Fang Wang had no expression on his face and said: "All the devils will fall down and wait for the Heaven Protector Sect to take action. Your life and death will be decided by the Heaven Protector Sect."

The overbearing coercion of the Heavenly Dao True Skill forcibly suppressed hundreds of thousands of demonic cultivators. The monks of the Heaven Protector Sect all stared at the demonic cultivators with crazy and resentful eyes.

Fang Wang wanted to give them a chance to vent. After decades of fighting, Fang Wang was happy with his two punches, but what about the chivalrous monks of the Tianhu Sect?

If you can't get revenge, you will have regrets in the end!

Xiao Zi was in Fang Wang's arms and asked excitedly: "Master, is it over?"

Fang Wang said calmly: "That's not the case."

He raised his right hand, waved his sleeve towards the sky, and with a wave of his hand, the dark clouds covering the sky dispersed instantly. This hand seemed to bring the day back to reality, making everyone's eyelids jump wildly.

Before they could marvel, their eyes fell on the sky.

A huge red cicada is suspended under the bright sun. It is Wen Li's red cicada, and it is still alive.

Fang Wang looked up at Hong Chan and said, "Are you the Great Sage Thousand Eyes?"

Hongchan looked down at Fang Wang and said in an appreciative tone: "Junior, you are more outstanding than the proud men I met in the past. A being like you, no matter what era you are placed in, will become the most dazzling one." Existence, it’s a pity that you have to block my way.”

Thousand-Eyed Monkey King!

Everyone in the world was shocked. They had never heard of this name, but the word "Great Sage" was enough to frighten them.

Even the Thieving Heaven Holy Cult was frightened. The red cicada on the leader's body turned out to be a person from the Great Sanctuary?

Could it be that the leader is also a pawn?

"It's not me who blocks your way, it's your way that kills everyone in the world."

Fang Wang replied, his tone without any emotion, as if he didn't take the Great Sage seriously.

He had long felt the aura of the Thousand-Eyed Monkey King, and his real opponent was the Thousand-Eyed Monkey King.

Obviously, the Thousand-Eyed Monkey King was not in peak condition, but he was looking forward to challenging the Monkey King.

Hong Chan said quietly: "Are the lives of all people in the world important? How many years can the people below you live?"

"After all, they are just dust in the world of mortals. If they can achieve enlightenment for this saint, their life will be considered valuable. Fang Wang, do you know where the so-called Holy Spirit comes from?"

Fang Wang just looked at him.

Hong Chan continued: "The so-called Holy Spirits are the souls of the ancient demons from outside the world. They once swept across the world, and the upper world could not help them. They were born with incredible abilities, and life, death, and creation were all in their hands. For example, they Can resurrect the dead."

A layer of strong light burst out from the red cicada's eyes, sweeping across the world.

In an instant, white bones gradually condensed in the sky, and then Wen Li's figure condensed.

In addition to Wen Li, there was also a condensed figure of a monk named Ashes, and figures appeared on the ground.

Shen Buhui stood up slowly. He looked at his hands with a look of shock on his face.

He clearly felt his vitality restored...

How can it be……

He was not surprised, but instead looked at the high-up Hong Chan with fear.

Li Qingsong also stood up. He stared at Hong Chan closely, his cloudy eyes filled with disbelief. He could only hear him murmuring to himself: "Thousand-Eyed Great Sage... I see... misfortune comes from Jiang Long... misfortune From Jiang Long..."