Chapter 103: The World's Number One, the Demon King Appears

Fang Wang didn't know what the purple-clothed man was thinking, and he was not afraid of the mysterious Heaven-stealing Saint Sect. He just wanted to kill the purple-clothed man.

Showing mercy out of consideration for the enemy's strength would not bring him a chance of survival, but would only lead to eternal damnation!

He held the Tiangong Halberd in his hand and mobilized all his spiritual power. At this moment, he simultaneously activated the Xuanyang nerve, Douzhan true skill, and Yinyang Xuanming true skill. His momentum reached its peak, and he pressed the purple-clothed man to tear through the majestic ghost fog, and walked hundreds of steps along the way.

The halberd blade was less than eight centimeters away from the purple-clothed man's chest, and his right hand was sandwiched in the middle.

The purple-clothed man's eyes were wide open, full of bloodshot. He tried his best, but could only barely resist.

Countless evil spirits rushed towards Fang Wang one after another, but as soon as they approached, they were burned to death by the Xuanyang True Fire.

At this moment!

The ghost fog next to him suddenly broke open, and the bloody mouth swallowed Fang Wang. It was the huge black python.

In a flash, Fang Wang used the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique again, transforming into a black dragon. The huge black python bit the black dragon's head, and the fangs in its mouth broke instantly, blood splashed, and it wailed and immediately retreated into the ghost fog.

Facing the black dragon, the purple-clothed man's right arm was instantly broken, and his chest was even collapsed by the collision, and blood could not stop gushing out of his mouth.

Boom!

The black dragon rushed out of the ghost fog that covered the sky and the sun, and the monks in this direction trembled all over.

They looked closely, and the black dragon stopped, turned into wisps of black air and dissipated. Fang Wang's figure appeared from it, with blood stains on his golden scales and white feathers, and golden dragon air surrounding his body. With the nine fireballs behind his head, he looked like a god in the world, with extraordinary demeanor, and it is hard to forget after just one look.

Fang Wang held the Tiangong Ji in his hand and looked ahead.

I saw a very long gully on the ground in front of me, which was hundreds of feet long and extended to a huge rock. The bottom of the rock was broken, and the purple-clothed man was lying in the cracks of the rock, covered in blood. His legs were bloody and horrible.

The ghost fog behind Fang Wang surged violently, and a huge black python flew out of it. It was covered with wounds, and sword energy fell on it like a torrential rain. Then Xiao Zi rushed out, and it was it that was spraying sword energy.

Even though there were two giant monsters fighting behind him, Fang Wang did not look back.

He loosened his left hand, and the Tianhong Sword shot out violently, like a white light, and in the blink of an eye it was nailed on the forehead of the purple-clothed man, and blood flowers burst out on the rock surface behind his head.

Death!

Fang Wang did not take it lightly. The white-haired man could escape from his soul, let alone the purple-clothed man?

He quickly killed to the body of the purple-clothed man, raised his left hand, and sacrificed the reincarnation bell, ready to cover the body of the purple-clothed man.

Suddenly!

The body of the purple-clothed man exploded, and Fang Wang was so frightened that he used his body-protecting divine power to resist the flying blood and bones.

Looking closely, he could not see the purple-clothed man's soul at all.

"Fang Wang of Taiyuan Sect, this hatred is irreconcilable. In the future, my Tiansheng Sect will definitely flatten the Daqi cultivation world!"

The purple-clothed man's resentful voice sounded, echoing between heaven and earth, making those who heard it tremble with fear.

Fang Wang looked down at the ground, and looked along the ground to the end of heaven and earth.

So fast!

This guy's soul actually escaped underground!

Even Fang Wang couldn't catch up with this speed.

Fang Wang thought to himself: "I underestimated the world's strong."

He just admired the purple-clothed man's escape method, and had no regrets. He had tried his best to kill the purple-clothed man.

Without a physical body, the purple-clothed man would need at least a hundred years to recover his peak strength, and he must find a physical body to take over within seven days, otherwise his soul would be rejected by the power of heaven and earth as a wronged soul, and there would be no possibility of taking over another body.

This is the details of the possession that Fang Wang learned from the Xuanming Yin-Yang True Art.

As for the Heaven-stealing Saint Sect, we'll talk about it later!

Fang Wang scanned the ground and found that there was no storage bag or storage ring. That guy was really cruel and blew up his own property directly.

Next, it's time to deal with the Chi Demon Sect!

Fang Wang took a deep breath, turned around, and the Tianhong Sword flew to his waist, then suddenly disappeared.

...

At dusk, the mountains are continuous.

In a mountain, a white light emerged from the ground and landed in front of a rock, revealing the soul of the purple-clothed man.

Even though he was already in the soul state, his face was full of fatigue.

When he thought of Fang Wang, his face showed anger, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Damn... I didn't expect that I would fall in such a barbaric land..."

The purple-clothed man showed regret. He shouldn't have listened to Chen Anshi's words and came to raid the battlefield in person.

Although the Holy Spirit is important, how can it be more important than one's own life?

Despite his harsh words, he is now considering whether to return to the Heaven-stealing Holy Sect.

How will he explain after he returns after losing the Holy Soul Jade?

The more he thought about it, the worse he felt. He could only try not to think about it.

The most urgent task is to find a suitable body to take over. Its cultivation cannot be weak, otherwise he will have to cultivate again for hundreds of years.

Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly realized something, turned around and looked at the top of the mountain.

The setting sun just fell on the top of the mountain, and he saw a mysterious figure standing on the top of the mountain looking down at him, which frightened him.

How is it possible!

Who can keep up with his escape technique?

"Who are you?" The purple-clothed man asked in a deep voice, feeling very nervous.

The long-term use of the escape technique has caused him to lose spiritual power, and he no longer has much fighting power.

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"Jinxiao Sect, Demon Lord."

A cold female voice fell from the top of the mountain, and the purple-clothed man's face changed drastically when he heard it, and he immediately turned around and ran away.

"As one of the 72 Lords of the Heaven-Stealing Holy Religion, Zuo Yu, did you ever imagine that you would be in such a predicament today?"

The devil's voice was like a reminder, pulling the man in purple's heart into the abyss of despair.

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Night falls.

Fang Wang was sitting in meditation with the disciples of Taiyuan Sect. Xiaozi was lying on his lap, like a salted fish, with its snake head hanging down.

Although the other disciples were meditating to recover from their injuries, most of them couldn't help but look at Fang Wang, their eyes full of awe and yearning.

The Chi Mo Sect fought hard and ran away. In this battle, the righteous way could be said to have won a complete victory. The three major sects did not go out in full force, but only sent part of their forces to successfully annihilate the Chi Mo Sect. How magnificent!

And in this battle, Fang Wang took the greatest credit!

All the monks from the three religions who participated in the war believed that Fang Wang was already the number one person in the world of immortal cultivation in Daqi today.

Even Fang Hanyu, Gu Li, and Fang Zigeng couldn't help but look at Fang Wang. Fang Wang not only won, but also showed a domineering attitude. Looking at all the enemies, no one could be his opponent. They were all defeated by him with extremely powerful force. The killing posture makes people have illusions about his cultivation.

At this moment, a figure fell from the sky.

It was none other than Deputy Head Chai Yi. She landed in the Taiyuanmen camp. She raised her eyes and frowned.

Seeing her arrival, several elders who stayed here immediately went to greet her and reported the situation.

Not all the monks from the Taiyuan Sect who participated in the battle are here. There are also a group of people who are cleaning the battlefield outside. The most important goal is to search for the mysterious treasure of the Chi Mo Sect.

Chai Yi listened for a while and couldn't help but look at Fang Wang. His eyes were surprised, as if he was shocked by Fang Wang's performance.

Fang Wang didn't pay attention to the looks from all directions, he was recovering his spiritual power.

At the end of this battle, he only had less than 10% of his spiritual power left, mainly because he consumed most of his spiritual power while beating the man in purple and destroying the blood-colored air pillar.

Fang Wang collected a lot of trophies in the battle, so he didn't clean up the battlefield now. He had to leave something sweet for the sect, otherwise the battle would be in vain.

Now, his mind has drifted to the true power of Tiangang Holy Body.

When his spiritual power recovers, he does not plan to return to Taiyuan Sect. Instead, he sets out directly to find the Tiangang Holy Body True Skill and gather the three true skills as soon as possible to see what miraculous effects can be achieved.

Time continues to pass.

Half an hour later, a voice came into Fang Wang's ears: "Come here."

Zhou Xue!

Fang Wang immediately opened his eyes and turned around, only to see Zhou Xue standing outside the east side of the camp looking at him. She was still wearing red clothes.

Fang Wang put Xiao Zi on the ground, got up and walked towards Zhou Xue alone.

As soon as he stood up, everyone looked at him. When they saw him walking towards Zhou Xue, most people looked away. Zhou Xue was also one of the top geniuses in Taiyuan Sect, and her relationship with Fang Wang was known to all the disciples.

Gu Li's eyes dimmed slightly, she closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing.

Fang Hanyu and Fang Zigeng didn't have many ideas. Among the children of the Fang Mansion, Fang Wang and Zhou Xue were the closest. They had already entered into a marriage contract and it was normal for them to talk alone.

Zhou Xue turned around and walked towards the distance, Fang Wang followed quickly.

After leaving the camp, Zhou Xue still did not speak.

Fang Wang was a little confused, why didn't he ask me how I was doing?

Pretending in front of others is far less exciting than pretending to Zhou Xue.

After a stick of incense, Zhou Xue stopped. She raised her right hand, and a compass appeared in her hand, followed by a circle of energy visible to the naked eye that spread out.

This baby is not simple!

At least it’s a top-quality magic weapon!

Fang Wang made a judgment the first time he saw the compass.

"Okay, no one can pry into our communication now, just say what you want." Zhou Xue looked at Fang Wang with a smile on her face and said with a slightly teasing tone.

Fang Wang raised his eyebrows and said, "Shouldn't it be you who asked for me?"

Zhou Xue took a step forward and came to him. The two were less than thirty centimeters apart, and they were facing each other. Such a distance made Fang Wang's heart skip a beat.

"I think you've wanted to show off for a long time, haven't you?" Zhou Xue asked with a half-smile.

Fang Wang pretended to be calm and asked calmly: "What's there to show off? When have I ever lost?"

"I didn't say you wanted to show off, so how can you mention winning or losing?"

"Ahem, let's talk about the Holy Cult of Thieving Heaven. Chi Mo Sect invited two great monks from the Holy Cult of Thieving Heaven. After all, I was not strong enough and let one of them escape. He made harsh words and wanted to annihilate Daqi with blood. "The world of immortality."

Speaking of this, Fang Wang sighed.

Zhou Xue looked at him with deep emotion in her heart.

This guy is really good at pretending.

Zhou Xue opened her mouth and comforted her: "Don't worry, the Heaven-stealing Holy Sect won't come."

"Why?"

"The Heaven-stealing Holy Cult is in the north. Their area is more than ten dynasties away from Daqi. According to time, they are busy fighting among themselves. As long as the person who escaped can't go back, the news will not spread to the Heaven-stealing Holy Cult. middle."

"But he escaped."

"Don't worry, he can't escape, Jinxiao Church will hunt him down."

Seeing that Zhou Xue was so sure, Fang Wang didn't believe it, but he didn't argue.

So what if he didn't believe it, he had no other choice.

Fang Wang asked curiously: "How strong is the Holy Cult of Stealing Heaven? Have you encountered it in your previous life?"