Chapter 166: Killing the Immortal with One Punch, Fang Wang's Goal

Fang Wang concentrated on cultivating the Vajra Supreme Yang Holy Body, ignoring the noise he caused.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged into his body violently, forming a howling wind. The monks at the foot of the mountain looked at each other and finally chose to leave, not daring to provoke him.

Seeing the momentum of this energy intake, they knew that they were definitely not Fang Wang's opponent.

They thought so, but it didn't mean that others thought so. Many trialists felt the direction of the surge of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and they all thought that a peerless treasure had been born, and they all flew towards the direction of the spiritual energy.

In less than half an incense stick of time, the figures of trialists appeared in all directions of heaven and earth. They looked at Fang Wang from afar. The yang energy on Fang Wang's body was very strong, like a small sun standing on the top of the mountain.

During the process of absorbing energy, Fang Wang did not feel any pain. He had already practiced the Vajra Supreme Yang Holy Body to perfection, which was equivalent to having experience, and just going through it again.

His physique was changing. The Tiangang Saint Body was already strong and had extraordinary self-healing ability. Now it was stimulating Yang Qi, and the flesh and bones became hard. There was no conflict between the two.

This feeling was very wonderful, and Fang Wang's bored and restless heart gradually calmed down.

This retreat took too long, and Fang Wang decided that he must be free and easy for ten years after the end of this trial!

Anyway, the Heavenly Dao True Function has been absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. His laziness is already the state of effort of ordinary cultivators.

Fang Wang was immersed in his own changes and did not notice the cultivators coming from all directions, mainly because he did not feel the dangerous atmosphere.

After more than 5,000 years of retreat in the Yin Realm, although Fang Wang's cultivation did not leap forward, his strength has been greatly improved, especially the Great Perfection of the Nine Nether Freedom Technique. It is no exaggeration to say that no one in the Abandoned Heaven Secret Realm can kill him.

Whoever dares to provoke him will only die.

As time went on, more and more trialists came, and they gathered in twos and threes.

"Who is that person?"

"It seems to be Fang Wang, the Yellow Sword Master."

"Such a burning breath, is this guy practicing? Or has he eaten some extremely yang treasure?"

"This breath is not a joke, it's better to stay away. Are the current Yellow Soldier Masters so exaggerated?"

"I don't know if Master Jiuyou dares to come."

"What about Master Jiuyou? Master Jiuyou has been killed by Fang Wang!"

Soon, the news that Master Jiuyou was killed by Fang Wang began to spread in the sky. The battle between Fang Wang and Master Jiuyou was so fierce that at that time, in addition to Yang Du, many people witnessed the battle in secret.

Knowing that Master Jiuyou was killed by Fang Wang with a sword, those who wanted to plot against Fang Wang gave up their ideas.

Although Fang Wang had a great opportunity at first glance, the point was too hard to touch.

There were countless opportunities in the Abandoned Heaven Secret Realm, so there was no need to fight to the death with one.

In this way, some people came and some left, but in general, the number of trialists attracted by Fang Wang has been increasing.

After a while.

A powerful momentum came, which was more alarming than the Golden Body Realm, alarming all the trialists within a hundred miles.

"Master Ku Mu is here!"

Someone exclaimed, with fear in his tone.

The trialists looked around, trying to find the figure of Master Ku Mu.

At this time, the sky above Fang Wang's head suddenly sprinkled with dead leaves, like a heavy rain, but these dead leaves fell very slowly, the dead leaves swayed, and kept turning, and this rain of dead leaves actually flashed with a little light.

Countless dead leaves fell towards the top of the mountain, attracting the attention of all trialists.

When the dead leaves were less than a hundred feet away from Fang Wang, the dead leaves at the bottom began to ignite and quickly turned into ashes. Then, more and more dead leaves were ignited, and the charred smoke curled up, forming a spectacular cloud of smoke.

"Such a strong Yang Qi, Yellow Sword Master, it seems that you have got a great opportunity."

An old voice sounded, the tone was indifferent, revealing a strong sense of oppression.

Fang Wang did not answer, nor did he open his eyes. The Yang Qi on his body was still burning, making the dead leaves in the sky unable to get close to him.

The world fell silent.

All the trialists were waiting for Fang Wang to answer, but Fang Wang just didn't say a word.

"Hmph!"

The voice of the dead wood master sounded again, this time, the tone was full of anger and murderous intent.

With a bang!

A huge vine attacked from the horizon, spanning the sky, tearing through the sea of ​​clouds, unstoppable.

This vine was several feet thick, like a dragon twisting its body and sprinting quickly, so fast that most trialists could hardly keep up with it.

In a flash, Fang Wang, who was sitting on the edge of the cliff, suddenly pushed out a fist, and he still didn't open his eyes.

The right fist was thrown out, accompanied by a dragon roar that shook the earth. A black dragon seemed to come across time and space, appearing out of thin air, and attacked the vines with its fangs and claws bared.

The heaven and earth trembled!

The huge vines were directly torn apart by the black dragon, and it killed all the way to the horizon. At the end of the vines, the withered wood master was raising his palm. The withered wood master was wearing a gray robe, with white hair and a childlike face. His small eyes were widened, and his pupils enlarged.

Facing the Nine Dragons Heaven-Suppressing Fist, he was frightened, but he still instinctively raised the whisk in his hand to resist.

The spiritual power of the Mahayana realm exploded, shaking the earth, and the black dragon was in front of him in an instant.

At this moment, True Man Ku Mu felt the unstoppable terrifying murderous aura.

Not good!

Boom——

The black dragon dispersed his spiritual power, blasted his body directly, and continued to fly towards the horizon.

The next second, the trialists from all directions felt the terrible impact coming, and they all used their spiritual power to resist. One mountain after another was crushed and dust flew up.

On the top of the giant mountain, Fang Wang sat in meditation, keeping the posture of swinging his fist.

His right fist opened, while closing his hand, he clenched his fist again, and with a whoosh, a storage bag with a blue background and purple edges flew in front of him, and he threw it to his side.

After the black dragon passed by, a white light rushed to the horizon. It was True Man Ku Mu's soul. Fang Wang did not chase him.

Only by letting this guy live can more people know how powerful he is, and thus dare not provoke him.

Of course, the main reason was that he was too lazy to get up and just wanted to quickly transform into the Vajra Supreme Yang Saint Body.

For a long time.

The wind and waves that raged the world subsided, and the eyes of the trialists fell on a huge gully on the ground, all with dull eyes.

Fang Wang sat on the top of the mountain and punched, and the power of his fist could actually leave a gully hundreds of miles long on the mountains and rivers of the earth. It is hard to imagine how powerful this unique skill is.

Yang Du stood in the distant mountains and fields, looking at the rolling dust and smoke several miles away, his heartbeat quickened.

He was also attracted by the abnormal movement of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. When he saw that it was Fang Wang, he wanted to leave at that time, but the dead wood master came.

He has a problem, that is, he likes to watch the excitement.

"This punch is much more scary than the one I faced at the beginning..."

Yang Du's heart was full of fear. He claimed that his body was immortal, but facing the black dragon just now, he didn't dare to gamble.

He felt that even if he survived, it would take a long time to recover.

At the same time, he had another idea.

Should I make friends with Fang Wang?

Speaking of which, Fang Wang took the initiative to save him, and in the face of his provocation, he still gave him a way out, which obviously showed that he had a good impression of him.

Yang Du thought carefully about his life and deeds. He had enemies all over the world, but there were very few people who could be considered friends.

Not only Yang Du, but other trialists also wanted to make friends with Fang Wang. A cultivator with such strength would sooner or later stand at the top of the Southern Sea. It would at least not hurt to make friends with him.

The world returned to peace, but the might of the Nine Dragons Heaven-Suppressing Fist had not completely dissipated.

The trialists did not dare to disturb Fang Wang and could only wait patiently. However, after waiting for several days, Fang Wang showed no intention of waking up, so they had to give up and leave one after another to look for their own opportunities.

The news that Fang Wang had destroyed the physical body of the Dead Wood Immortal with one punch spread quickly.

Not long after the trial began, Fang Wang had defeated two Immortals, one dead and one seriously injured, with a remarkable record.

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Time flies, and fights occur every day in the Abandoned Heaven Secret Realm. The later it goes, the louder the fights become.

In a blink of an eye.

There are still three months before the end of the trial.

In the sky, the wind and waves form long dragons, rushing in the same direction, and the land below is divided into two by a bottomless canyon.

Figures flew out from the depths of the canyon, led by a man in white wearing a crown, with wide sleeves fluttering in the wind. He played with the wooden beads in his hands, and a satisfied smile appeared on his handsome face, saying: "It's worth the trip to get the relic."

Other trial participants congratulated him, and their words were full of compliments.

He is a disciple of the Changsheng Pavilion, named Qu Lingcang.

Other Changsheng Pavilion disciples all called him Senior Brother.

Qu Lingcang suddenly looked up, looked at the horizon, and asked: "The strange phenomenon of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has lasted for so long, is it because of the yellow-character sword master Fang Wang?"

Hearing this, the other disciples nodded and followed the guess.

"Fang Wang might be practicing some kind of martial arts."

"Yes, there are many body-tempering techniques left by Qi Tian Yao Zun."

"What's so good about the body-tempering techniques of the demon race? I guess he got the demon pill of Qi Tian Yao Zun."

"Really? How could Changsheng Pavilion keep the demon pill of Qi Tian Yao Zun?"

Listening to the discussions of his junior brothers and sisters, Qu Lingcang's eyes became deep, and I don't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Qu Lingcang asked: "After this trial, Fang Wang will be one of the twenty-four real people. What do you think, should I win him over? Even introduce him to the cabinet of Changsheng Pavilion."

As soon as these words came out, the disciples were shocked and immediately dissuaded him. They talked at once, and the meaning was the same. Fang Wang was too mysterious. If the enemy took the order and sneaked into Changsheng Pavilion, Qu Lingcang's move might cause trouble for himself.

Don't think that Changsheng Pavilion recognizes the order but not the person. That is only the position for the outside. If something happens to Changsheng Pavilion because of Qu Lingcang's recommendation, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Qu Lingcang said quietly, "What is Fang Wang's purpose in joining the Changsheng Pavilion? His cultivation doesn't seem to need inheritance. If he wanted to steal information, why would he make such a big splash?"

At this point, all the disciples were silent. They couldn't figure it out.

At this time, the wind and waves in the sky gradually subsided, causing everyone to turn their heads to look.

It seemed that Fang Wang had succeeded.