Chapter 205: Heavenly Dao Goes North, the First Person in the 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, and they were 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 showed a look of horror.

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.

Until 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 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, old and young, but most of them were 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 gone through 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 Holy Cult is coming!

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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 Thieving 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 Thieving Holy Sect, the number of followers of the Thieving 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 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've heard from Daqi monks before that Fang Wang is in seclusion in order to fight to the death with the Heaven-stealing Sect leader Wen Li!"

"Finally he's here!"

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

"Fang Wang is the one who killed the Saint Venerable. So far, the other four Saint Venerables are still the unshakable existence of our Heaven-guarding Sect."

There are at least 300,000 monks in this area, but they are only a small part of the Heaven-guarding Sect. The Heaven-guarding 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 sweep across this continent, but now it still seems powerless in the face of the Heaven-stealing Sect.

The Heaven-guarding Sect is expanding rapidly, and so is the Heaven-stealing Sect. However, because the Heaven-stealing Sect acts without scruples, it attracts more powerful people to join. On the other hand, the Heaven-guarding Sect has almost no threshold for joining. As long as you are willing to fight against the Heaven-stealing Sect, you can join. Therefore, the overall strength is far inferior to the Heaven-stealing Sect, and it is supported by willpower and hatred.

Since the establishment of the Heaven Guardian Sect, there has not been a battle that can compare with the battle of Daqi. In that battle, Fang Wang killed a Saint and a Holy Spirit, and it is still widely sung.

Fang Bai also stood up, and finally smiled on his cold face. He clearly felt that everyone's morale suddenly improved, and they were no longer so gloomy, as if they saw hope.

Not only this place is spreading, but also other places are spreading. There are cultivators of the Heaven Guardian Sect spreading the news, and there are also demon cultivators of the Heaven Stealing Saint Sect spreading the news, and there are also casual cultivators who want to fish in troubled waters spreading the news. It seems that a spark is about to set the prairie on fire.

Two days later, another cultivator of the Heaven Guardian Sect sent news.

"Tiandao Fang Wang killed the two great Heavenly Lords of the Heaven Stealing Saint Sect and killed 300,000 demons!"

Another day passed.

"Tiandao Fang Wang killed Liu Han, a true disciple of the Heaven Stealing Saint Sect, and destroyed the Underworld Branch of the Heaven Stealing Saint Sect!"

After that, news came almost every day, making the wounded Heaven Guardian Sect cultivators more excited.

In less than five days, they could not hold back and expressed their desire to follow Fang Wang and fight with him. The leading monk of the Heaven Guarding Sect agreed because he felt excited just by hearing the battle reports.

In fact, news lags behind, and Fang Wang kills enemies much faster than the news spreads.

Thirty thousand miles away from them, the grassland is stained with blood and the earth is devastated, as if bombed by a group of meteorites. Countless corpses fall down, and shouts, cries, and shouts of killing are heard.

I saw black sword energy passing through the sky. Every time it swept, it could kill a large number of demon cultivators, and it would rain blood, which was spectacular.

Fang Wang stepped into the air, Xiao Zi lay on his shoulder, looking forward excitedly.

Dugu Wenhun, who followed behind, looked around and was amazed. Nine ghosts and gods were suspended around them, constantly waving swords, and Fang Wang didn't even take out the Tianhong Sword.

On the grassland, there were also many Guardian Heaven Cult monks scattered everywhere, some were recovering from injuries, some were fighting. No matter what they were doing, after seeing Fang Wang and the nine ghosts and gods, they were all excited and excited, and their morale was greatly boosted.

On the other hand, the members of the Heaven Stealing Holy Cult were so scared that they almost lost their souls. They did not dare to resist Fang Wang at all, and immediately turned around and fled, but their speed was far less fast than the Immortal Executioner Sword.

The nine ghosts and gods swung their swords together, very regularly, with a rhythm that was neither fast nor slow, and the sword energy swept in all directions, unstoppable.

At this moment, Fang Wang seemed to be expelling and playing with the evil cultivators of the Heaven Stealing Holy Cult, making the Guardian Heaven Cult monks all look up at him, as if they were looking at an immortal.

"He is Fang Wang, the Heavenly Dao?"

"So strong... Is this really the strength that can be achieved through cultivation?"

"He is really an immortal. His strength alone is stronger than all of us combined. I wonder what unique skills he is using..."

"Before I heard that Fang Wang was heading north, I was wondering why those people were so excited. Now I understand... He is the best in the world!"

"The hope of victory is here!"

When Fang Wang walked towards the horizon, cheers rose one after another on the battlefield.

Dugu Wenhun listened to these cheers and had a subtle feeling in his heart.

Born on the sea, he fought constantly, but they were all for himself or for the missions of the sect. This was the first time he fought to save the people of the world.

How can I describe this feeling...

It's pretty good.

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

He couldn't help but remind him, "You're wasting your spiritual power like this, aren't you afraid that Wen Li will suddenly show up?"

Fang Wang said without turning his head, "Waste? What's the use of wasting?"

Dugu Wenhun couldn't help but feel it carefully, and his eyes fell on the Tiandao Yulong Crown on Fang Wang's head.

This crown had a slight fluctuation of spiritual power, and it was flowing into Fang Wang's body.

Could it be...

Dugu Wenhun's eyes changed, revealing a trace of fear.

Powerful enemies are not scary, but the enemy is powerful and has endless spiritual power...