I became an immortal on earth.

Once the name "Reincarnation Bell" was confirmed, the large bell above Fang Wang's head unleashed a powerful impact. Xiao Zi immediately mobilized her demonic power to stabilize herself.

The sword energy array of Heaven and Earth Sword Intent was shaken, but fortunately this was only a fluctuation of the Spirit Shaping, not the full power of the Reincarnation Bell.

Fang Wang closed his eyes again, continuing the spirit-shaping process as much as possible to make the Cycle Bell stronger.

Half a day later.

As the sword intent dissipated, Song Jinyuan immediately came behind Fang Wang and saw him standing at the bridgehead, stretching his limbs, looking no different from when he arrived.

The Reincarnation Bell has already been taken into Fang Wang's Treasure Spirit Space.

"Fang Wang, what is your current cultivation level?" Song Jinyuan asked.

Fang Wang didn't turn his head, and chuckled softly, "First level of the Concentration Realm."

really!

Although Song Jinyuan had expected it, his heart still trembled when he heard Fang Wang admit it himself.

Fang Wang turned around and said, "I have other things to do. Before I leave, is there anything you need?"

Song Jinyuan thought for a moment and shook his head slightly.

Fang Wang smiled, then turned to face the lake. With a flick of his right sleeve, a sword aura shot out, flying across the vast lake at an extremely fast speed and striking the high mountain opposite.

Rumbling--

Dust flew everywhere, and the mountain trembled violently.

Song Jinyuan looked over in confusion, not understanding what Fang Wang was doing.

As the dust settled, a ten-zhang-long crack appeared on the opposite mountain wall. It was a sword mark, and even from a distance, one could feel the sharp aura emanating from it.

That is……

Song Jinyuan narrowed his eyes, his mind reeling.

Fang Wang raised his hand and tucked Xiao Zi into his arms. He then leaped up and transformed into a streak of white light, soaring towards the horizon.

Song Jinyuan stared intently at the sword marks on the distant mountain wall. A figure appeared in his eyes—it was Fang Wang, rapidly wielding his sword with unpredictable and ever-changing moves.

More and more sword servants and sword cultivators arrived to observe the sword mark.

the other side.

Xiao Zi had grown larger, and Fang Wang stood on its head, holding the eldest disciple's token in his hand, using his divine sense to probe the location of Fang Hanyu and the others.

Xiao Zi flew in the direction Fang Wang pointed.

Fang Wang noticed that this group of disciples was not as close together as before, and there were twenty or thirty fewer of them.

It looks like a fight has already broken out!

Fang Wang's eyes flickered.

Chimo Sect, supreme treasures, sacrifices...

He always felt that this battle would involve Lu Yuanjun.

"Lu Yuanjun, I hope you really are here," Fang Wang thought to himself.

This matter of cause and effect should be resolved.

How can Fang Wang live a carefree life if he doesn't remove this thorn?

……

Rolling thunderclouds covered hundreds of miles, dark clouds pressed down, and the world was plunged into a state of oppression.

Above the wasteland, a crimson pillar of energy connects the sky and the earth. Below it is a huge altar made of bluestone, surrounded by countless corpses, including humans, demons, and beasts. The corpses are piled up like mountains, and the sea of ​​blood has dried up, making it an extremely terrifying sight.

Looking into the distance, one could see cultivators fighting in all directions.

The Chimo Sect dispatched tens of thousands of cultivators, all dressed in the same red robes, who besieged cultivators from the Taiyuan Sect, Tianshu Sect, and Xuanhong Sword Sect in various locations.

The battlefield stretched for hundreds of miles, a horrifying sight of devastation caused by magical bombardment.

With disheveled hair, Fang Hanyu fought with two swords, single-handedly battling dozens of demonic cultivators. Various spells pursued him, but he swiftly dodged, his figure as ghostly as a phantom. His Heartless Evil Eyes drew two blood lines in the dim world.

suddenly!

Fang Hanyu leaped into the air, his spiritual power covering his entire body, transforming into a dragon of energy that soared upwards, breaking through the formation. He then unleashed the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique and thrust his sword forward. The sword energy of the Sword Saint transformed him into a streak of rainbow light, flying away with unstoppable momentum.

In other areas, Xu Qiuming, Lü Changge, Ye Xiang, Zhao Chuanqian, and others also demonstrated their ability to fight multiple opponents.

Xu Qiuming, in particular, held his own against five hundred demonic cultivators!

Xu Qiuming wielded his right hand as a sword, his left hand behind his waist. With rapid swings of his right hand, powerful sword energies burst forth from the sword shadows behind his head, striking in the direction he pointed. The momentum was immense, and the demonic cultivators of the Chimo Sect could not withstand it and could only dodge. Even so, someone was injured or even killed every breath.

Rumbling--

North of the altar, billowing dust rose from the earth, threatening to engulf the sky. A figure flew out from it; it was Zhao Chuanqian, the successor elder of the Taiyuan Sect. He was covered in wounds, holding a long white jade ruler in his hand. The ruler was surrounded by flames and exuded immense pressure.

Standing high above, Chen Anshi stood on a gourd, holding a long knife, looking down at Zhao Chuanqian, and said, "Junior brother, why struggle? As long as you bow your head to me, your senior brother can spare your life."

Zhao Chuanqian remained expressionless. He raised a ruler with his right hand and smeared it with two fingers of his left hand. Blood splattered as he swung the ruler. Sword energy swept past the blood droplets and suddenly transformed into crimson sword energy, sweeping across the sky and scattering the dust along the way.

Chen Anshi swiftly swung his sword, and the sword energy formed a huge protective shield around him, blocking Zhao Chuanqian's attack head-on.

The two high-level cultivators of the Profound Heart Realm were fighting with all their might, creating a tremendous spectacle, but they were not the most intense fighters on the battlefield.

At this moment, nearly thirty elders from Taiyuan Sect, Xuanhong Sword Sect, and Tianshu Sect were besieging a man dressed in black, holding a sword in his right hand and a black gourd in his left. Behind him were three ghostly figures whose true appearances were obscured, their bodies pitch black, terrifying and horrifying.

The three demons were all several meters tall, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, unleashing streams of black ghostly power that resembled ink strokes, raging in all directions and making it impossible for the elders to get close to the man in black.

The man in black wore a mask, concealing his eyes, but he kept glancing around as if searching for something.

"Fang Wang probably won't come. He just broke through to the Concentration Realm and is probably busy practicing new spells."

Zhao Zhen's voice echoed in the man in black's mind.

This man in black is none other than Lu Yuanjun!

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuanjun's heart sank to the bottom.

boom!

A deafening thunderclap came from afar, startling everyone into turning their heads to look. They saw billowing demonic energy sweeping in like a tornado, and within the terrifying winds of demonic energy, a gigantic demonic python could be vaguely seen writhing its body. Even from afar, it gave people an indescribable sense of oppression.

"What are you waiting for? Quickly kill them all!"

A cold voice came from behind, its tone full of impatience.

Upon hearing this, the sect leader of the Chi Mo Sect, who was leading his disciples in attacking Xu Qiuming, immediately shouted, "Don't wait any longer! Kill them all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, many Chimo Sect cultivators unleashed their unique skills!

Chen Anshi, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Zhao Chuanqian, frowned, glanced at Lu Yuanjun, and sighed softly.

Upon hearing the words of the Chimo Sect Master, the cultivators from Taiyuan Sect, Xuanhong Sword Sect, and Tianshu Sect all felt a chill run down their spines.

Some people still refused to believe in evil, such as Xu Qiuming. He turned around and charged toward the altar, his steps as fast as the wind, the sword shadow behind his head flashing rapidly, killing the demonic cultivators along the way.

boom!

A figure descended from the sky, crashing onto the outer edge of the altar and blocking Xu Qiuming's path. Dust billowed up, and the terrifying aura startled Xu Qiuming, causing him to stop immediately.

The dust was dispersed by a powerful burst of energy, and a figure in white appeared in front.

This was a white-haired man, who looked to be around thirty years old. His long hair was tied up under a silver crown. He was tall and strong, and he held a wooden sword in his right hand, staring at Xu Qiuming expressionlessly.

The white hair and white clothes stood out so conspicuously in the dim light.

Xu Qiuming was on high alert. He frowned and asked, "Who exactly are you? You're not from the Chi Mo Sect, are you?"

The white-haired man stared at him indifferently and said, "You have a natural talent for swordsmanship. If you are willing to kneel down, I can guide you to seek a higher path to immortality."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qiuming's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he immediately attacked the white-haired man.

the other side.

Gu Li fought alongside the disciples of the Third Clan, and the twelve of them were already surrounded with nowhere to escape.

"Senior Brother! Didn't the sect send any reinforcements? It's a bit childish for us to fight against the entire Chi Mo Sect with just these few people!" Zhou Bo said urgently. His hair was disheveled, his face was stained with blood, and he was panting heavily when casting spells, clearly nearing his limit.

Li Yu gritted his teeth and said, "I trust the sect leader; he must have a solution!"

As soon as they finished speaking, a domineering and resolute sword intent swept in from the horizon, startling them into turning their heads to look.

A sword aura came unstoppably from the horizon, sweeping across the battlefield like the aurora borealis across the dark sky, forcefully attacking the terrifying serpent surrounded by demonic energy.

In less than three breaths, the sword energy swept across dozens of miles, forcefully dispersing the terrifying demonic aura of the python and revealing its body.

This was a huge black python with red spots. Its body required at least eight people to encircle it. It was tens of feet long. There was a bulge on its head. Behind it stood a figure who raised his right hand and pointed two fingers forward, forcibly blocking the sword energy.

This man was dressed in purple, with an imposing posture, a dignified face, and long hair that was casually draped over his shoulders. His leopard eyes revealed a chilling intent. With a flick of his right hand, the powerful sword energy in front of him instantly dissipated.

"May I ask where you come from, and why you are interfering in the affairs of the Great Qi cultivation world?"

An aged voice rang out, its tone cold.

Upon hearing this, the cultivators of the Xuanhong Sword Sect immediately became excited, with one disciple even shouting, "The Supreme Elder has arrived!"

The man in purple narrowed his eyes, gazing at the horizon, and coldly sneered, "My origins are not something you barbarians can fathom. Since you're here, then become sacrifices with me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the demonic python beneath his feet erupted with black demonic energy once more, engulfing the figure of the man in purple robes, before transforming into a black gust of wind and sweeping away.

……

Above the mountains, Little Purple twisted its snake body as it moved forward, raising its head and turning left and right.

"Such a strong demonic aura."

Xiao Zi muttered to itself, and Fang Wang, standing on its head, felt it too.

It's not just demonic energy, it's also malevolent and ghostly energy!

It seems the battle ahead is quite intense.

Fang Wang picked up the eldest disciple's token and probed it with his divine sense. He discovered that only eighty-odd Taiyuan Sect disciples remained from the mission. Meanwhile, from other directions, a large number of light spots were approaching, numbering at least tens of thousands. A batch of light spots had already joined the battlefield.

What a fast movement speed!

Fang Wang was surprised by the support from Taiyuan Sect. Their speed was naturally not as fast as his, but the fact that so many of them could fly so fast together must be some kind of powerful magic weapon.