Chapter 220 The Immortal Man Ascends the Heavenly Stage

Xiao Zi climbed onto Fang Wang's shoulder, spitting out his snake tongue and asked, "What do you mean by immortal? Can you explain it clearly?"

The three immortals of the Emperor Sea answered, still speaking in unison.

"He calls himself the God of Heaven and claims to be immortal."

"We met him when we were more than 200 years old. At that time, we were full of vigor and thought that the three of us brothers could dominate the world together, but we were almost beaten to death by him."

"This old man likes to target geniuses, so shameless!"

God of Heaven?

Immortality?

A little crazy!

Fang Wang raised his eyebrows slightly, with an expectant look in his eyes.

The three immortals of the Emperor Sea continued to talk about the deeds of this God of Heaven.

The origin of God of Heaven is very mysterious. No one knows where he came from. He travels around the world and likes to learn from geniuses. His cultivation is also a mystery.

The previous head of the Changsheng Pavilion once fought with him and was suppressed by him.

In addition to sparring with others, he also loves to instruct mediocre cultivators, so he has a great reputation. Because he has disappeared for hundreds of years, it is difficult for the current cultivation world to remember him.

The three immortals of the Emperor Sea think that Tian Gong is stronger than Wen Li, and maybe even stronger than the resurrected Thousand Eyes Great Sage. It is difficult for Fang Wang to subdue Tian Gong with one punch.

Fang Wang doesn't care. In recent years, his strength has also improved by leaps and bounds. He wants to see how strong Tian Gong is.

At noon the next day, Tian Gong descended on Jian Tianze.

This Tian Gong was dressed in a white robe, with white hair and a childlike face. His body was slightly hunched. He didn't look strong, but he exuded an immortal temperament. The peach wood stick in his hand exuded a faint white mist, making him look more extraordinary.

There was a peach on this peach wood stick, which was white and red, making people salivate at a glance.

Tian Gong walked by the river, smiling and instructing the cultivators along the way, attracting a lot of attention. The more people looked at him, the bigger the smile on his face.

Fang Wang just glanced at him, then retracted his gaze and continued to practice.

Xiao Zi was very interested in him, so he went up to join in the fun.

The three immortals of Emperor Hai stopped Tian Gong, surrounded him, pointed at him and asked questions.

"Old man, why are you here?"

"You have lived for more than four thousand years, why haven't you died yet?"

"You don't want to challenge my master too, do you?"

Four thousand years!

This sentence changed the eyes of the surrounding cultivators. After so many years, the three immortals of Emperor Hai have proved their strength, and their reputation is awe-inspiring on the continent. The cultivators all know that Tian Dao has three old cultivators with profound cultivation, who are stronger than the Saint of the Heaven-stealing Holy Religion.

Tian Gong stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Why, can't I challenge Tian Dao? I am Tian Gong, and Tian Gong fighting Tian Dao, isn't it a good story?"

The three immortals of Emperor Hai heard it, and became even more angry, and began to abuse Tian Gong.

More and more monks came over. A monk over 4,000 years old was quite intimidating. At least the monks had never seen such a person.

When they heard that Tian Gong wanted to challenge the Heavenly Dao, many people were dissatisfied.

Luo Chen of the Supreme Sect stood up and said, "Old senior, if you want to challenge the Heavenly Dao, you have to convince everyone. You have to pass this level first."

Tian Gong glanced at him and nodded with a smile.

Then, a group of monks flew to the sky to compete.

Luo Chen condensed his own natal treasure spirit, which was a feather fan. The momentum of the Mahayana realm burst out and enveloped the world. He waved the feather fan, and in an instant, the sky suddenly changed color. The vast flames formed a firebird with a wingspan of thousands of feet and swooped down, covering the sky and the sun.

Tian Gong shook his head and laughed, saying, "Gaudy but not practical."

As soon as the voice fell, he disappeared from the original place.

Luo Chen's pupils suddenly shrank, and he subconsciously waved the fan to hit behind him.

An index finger suddenly pressed against his back, causing him to freeze and unable to move.

"I don't know how you reached the Mahayana realm, it's too bad." Tian Gong's laughter came from behind, making Luo Chen's face turn green instantly.

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Days passed, and the day of the last challenge to Tian Dao arrived. The mountains and plains around Jian Tianze were full of cultivators, and even in the sky, there were many magic weapons and mounts floating, waiting for Tian Dao to take action.

By the lake, Tian Gong stretched lazily, holding a peach wood stick, stood up, and then stepped up in the air. There seemed to be an invisible staircase under his feet.

The eyes of heaven and earth fell on him.

In these days, Tian Gong defeated other challengers, and there were seven Nirvana cultivators who were defeated by him, all of whom were subdued by him in one move.

From beginning to end, he did not show his momentum, and all the battles seemed calm and indifferent, which also made the cultivators who came to watch the battle look forward to him.

"Has he really lived for more than 4,000 years?"

"It should be true, the three immortals of the Emperor Sea said so themselves."

"Wow, isn't he immortal?"

"Compared to him being more than 4,000 years old, I'm more curious whether Tiandao is really less than 200 years old?"

"Tsk tsk, if it's true, with such a huge age gap, today we will see Tiandao's second punch, and even two punches may not be able to defeat this Tiangong."

"Thanks to Senior Tiandao, otherwise how could we see so many great cultivators, let alone immortals."

The noise between heaven and earth was deafening, and Tiangong seemed to enjoy this atmosphere. He walked up to the sky with a smile, all the way to the sky, higher than the surrounding mountain tops, he looked down, his eyes passed through the thick fog by the lake.

The thick fog was suddenly dispersed, accompanied by a strong wind rising up, everyone's robes were blown, and then they subconsciously looked up.

Tiangong looked up at Fang Wang in front of him, stroked his beard and smiled: "Very fast, worthy of Tiandao."

Fang Wang stared at Tian Gong calmly and asked: "You have a profound cultivation and have lived for more than 4,000 years. You are well-informed. How could you be interested in my Nine Dragons Heaven-Suppressing Fist?"

When these words came out, those who had doubts about Tian Gong were all moved.

The world became quiet, and all the cultivators and monsters held their breath and listened to the conversation between the two great masters.

Tian Gong smiled and said: "Your fist is not simple. It can cause strange phenomena in the world. Even if I have lived for 4,700 years, I have never seen such a powerful fist. Today, I ask you for advice, not only to appreciate the Nine Dragons Heaven-Suppressing Fist, but also to test you. If you can satisfy me, I will give you a great opportunity."

Four,700 years!

The eyes of all the spectators looking at Tian Gong changed.

For a time, the image of Tian Gong in their eyes became taller, which made the spectators sweat for Fang Wang.

Fang Wang raised his mouth and asked, "May I ask what realm you are in?"

Tian Gong laughed and said, "Ninth level of the Sky-breaking Realm, have you ever heard of this realm?"

Sky-breaking Realm?

What realm is that?

This is the confusion of everyone. They looked at Fang Wang nervously, waiting for Fang Wang to answer.

Gu Tianxiong stared at the sky and muttered, "Sure enough, the old monster was provoked. This is ruining the scene..."

Fang Wang raised his right hand, slowly clenched his fist, and said, "Then let's see if you can withstand my punch at the ninth level of the Sky-breaking Realm."

The terrifying pressure of the Nine Dragons Heaven-suppressing Fist burst out, causing the fog on the surface of Jian Tianze Lake to stop.

Tian Gong narrowed his eyes, raised his left hand, and waved to Fang Wang.

He seemed to be contemptuous, but his right hand holding the peach wood stick was clenched tightly.

"This kid..."

Originally, Tian Gong really wanted to test him, but now he put away his contempt and prepared to do his best to parry Fang Wang's punch.

If he can't withstand it, it will be a big shame.

Tian Gong didn't want to hear the three guys from Di Hai screaming and mocking him for falling.

Fang Wang laughed coldly. This time, he urged the Infinite Scripture of Heavenly Dao, and white flames ignited around him. The pressure covering the world suddenly increased, making the common people feel as if they were facing the power of heaven.

This vast pressure was felt by the common people of the entire continent.

Tian Gong's pupils suddenly shrank, and he cursed that this kid was too strong, right?

Boom!

Accompanied by a deafening roar, all the spectators in Jian Tianze and the surroundings only felt that the world collapsed. Their senses were instantly disabled, and they were even dazzled by the strong light, and they closed their eyes subconsciously.

Those with high cultivation opened their eyes first, and then widened their eyes.

Fang Wang stood in front of Tian Gong, his right fist stopped beside Tian Gong's ear, and looking along his fist, the sky tore a visible crack, dark and eerie, as if the sky was cracked, and the end of the sky mark could not be seen.

More and more cultivators opened their eyes and looked at Fang Wang and Tian Gong.

This was the first time Fang Wang had come close to his opponent.

Tian Gong looked safe and sound, but no one would question Fang Wang's punch just now.

It was too terrifying!

Even cultivators as strong as Nirvana were frightened by the punch just now, and felt that the world was going to be destroyed. The extreme panic still shrouded their hearts and could not be dispelled.

Fang Wang's eyes did not fall on Tian Gong's face, but looked at the horizon. Tian Gong's hair was fluttering, and he looked as still as a mountain, but at this moment his face was full of fear.

This kind of fear was simply uncontrollable!

Tian Gong's forehead even overflowed with cold sweat. It was obvious that the fist power had not dissipated yet, and his heart could not calm down.

"May I ask, fellow Taoist, do you accept my punch or not?"

Fang Wang's voice sounded, his tone was indifferent, and it was clearly heard by all the spectators.

At this moment, even Xiao Zi, Zhao Zhen, and Chu Yin became nervous and stared at Tian Gong.

The three immortals of the Emperor Sea were trembling with excitement. They had never seen Tian Gong in such a mess.

Tian Gong's lips trembled, and he opened his mouth. After several breaths, he finally uttered a word: "Submit..."

"Hmm?" Fang Wang's tone was a little dissatisfied.

"I submit!"

Tian Gong was frightened and shouted loudly.

Unlike others, Fang Wang's punch was concentrated on him. His feelings were completely different from others. He even felt the murderous intent.

If the punch just now landed on him, he might not be able to survive it!

Unprecedented panic made Tian Gong not care about his face.

Fang Wang retracted his fist, and the vast pressure disappeared. The fog on the lake continued to surge, and the surrounding peaks trembled violently, and the mountains and forests shook.

In less than three breaths, cheers shook the sky!

This mysterious monk who has lived for 4,700 years still couldn't withstand a punch from Tian Dao Fang Wang!

This made the monks and monsters who worshipped and feared Fang Wang very excited.

Fang Wang turned around and prepared to leave.

Tian Gong came to his senses and shouted: "Wait! Little... Tian Dao Daoyou, I ask you to ascend the Heavenly Stairs!"