Chapter 98 Fang Wang's Sword Intention, Sacrificial Battle

The name of the Samsara Bell was confirmed, and the big bell above Fang Wang's head burst out with a powerful impact. Xiao Zi immediately mobilized the demon power to stabilize his body.

The sword energy formation of the Heaven and Earth Sword Intent was shaken, but fortunately it was only the fluctuation of the soul shaping, not the full power of the Samsara Bell.

Fang Wang closed his eyes again and continued the soul shaping process as much as possible to make the Samsara Bell stronger.

Half a day later.

The Heaven and Earth Sword Intent dissipated, and Song Jinyuan immediately came behind Fang Wang and saw him standing at the bridge head, stretching his muscles and bones. He looked no different from when he came.

The Samsara Bell had been put into the Baoling Space by Fang Wang.

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

Fang Wang smiled softly without turning his head, "The first level of the Concentrated Spirit Realm."

Sure enough!

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

Fang Wang turned around and said, "I have something else to do. Do you have any needs before I leave?"

Song Jinyuan thought about it and shook his head slightly.

Fang Wang smiled, then turned to face the lake, waved his right sleeve, and a sword energy shot out, flying across the vast lake at a very fast speed and hitting the high mountain opposite.

Boom boom——

The dust was flying, and the mountain was shaking violently.

Song Jinyuan looked confused, not understanding what Fang Wang was doing.

As the dust dispersed, a ten-foot-long crack appeared on the opposite mountain wall. It was a sword mark. Even from a distance, one could feel the sharp breath emanating from the sword mark.

That was...

Song Jinyuan narrowed his eyes, his mind was shaken.

Fang Wang raised his hand and put Xiao Zi into his arms, jumped up, and turned into a white light and swept towards the horizon.

Song Jinyuan stared at the sword mark on the distant mountain wall, and a figure appeared in his pupils. It was Fang Wang's figure, swinging the sword quickly, and the sword moves were unpredictable.

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

On the other side.

Xiao Zi has grown bigger. Fang Wang stands on top of it, holding the senior disciple token in his hand, and uses his spiritual sense to detect the location of Fang Hanyu and others.

Xiao Zi flew in the direction pointed by Fang Wang.

Fang Wang noticed that this group of disciples was not as dense as before, and there were 20 to 30 fewer people.

It seems that the fight has already started!

Fang Wang's eyes flickered.

Chi Mo Sect, treasure, sacrifice...

He always felt that this battle would involve Lu Yuanjun.

"Lu Yuanjun, I hope you are really here." Fang Wang thought silently in his heart.

This cause and effect should be settled.

If this thorn is not removed, how can Fang Wang be free and at ease?

...

The rolling thunderclouds covered hundreds of miles of land, and the black clouds pressed down, and the world fell into depression.

Above the wasteland, a blood-colored gas column connected the sky and the earth. Below it was a huge altar made of bluestone, and countless corpses were piled up around it, including humans, monsters, and beasts. The corpses piled up like a mountain, and the sea of ​​blood dried up, which was extremely terrifying.

Looking into the distance, there were figures of cultivators fighting in all directions.

The Chi Demon Sect sent out tens of thousands of cultivators, all wearing the same red robes of the sect, and they besieged the cultivators of Taiyuan Sect, Tianshu Sect, and Xuanhong Sword Sect.

The battlefield stretched for hundreds of miles, and everywhere was a scene of devastation caused by spell bombing, which was shocking.

Fang Hanyu, with disheveled hair, fought with two swords in his hands, fighting dozens of demon cultivators alone. Various spells chased him, and he dodged quickly, his figure was like a ghost, and his heartless evil eyes drew two blood lines in the dim sky and earth.

Suddenly!

Fang Hanyu leaped up, his spiritual power covered his whole body, and he turned into a dragon of air, rising up and breaking through the formation. He then unlocked the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique and stabbed with a sword. The sword energy of the sword saint made him turn into a rainbow light and fly away, unstoppable.

In other directions, Xu Qiuming, Lu Changge, Ye Xiang, Zhao Chuanqian and others also showed their strength to fight against many enemies.

Especially Xu Qiuming, who was besieged by 500 demon cultivators alone, but he did not lose the upper hand!

Xu Qiuming used his right hand as a sword, put his left hand behind his waist, and swung his right hand quickly. A series of domineering sword energy came out from the sword shadow behind his head and killed in the direction he pointed. The momentum was so great that the demon cultivators of Chi Mo Sect could not stop it at all and could only dodge. However, even so, people were injured or even died every breath.

Rumble——

To the north of the altar, the earth was rolling with dust waves, which seemed to be rolling up the sky. A figure flew out from it. It was Zhao Chuanqian, the inheritance elder of Taiyuan Sect. He was covered with wounds and held a white jade ruler in his hand. The ruler was surrounded by aura and exuded great pressure.

Chen Anshi, standing high above, stepped on a gourd, holding a long sword in his hand, looking down at Zhao Chuanqian, and said: "Little Junior Brother, why bother struggling? As long as you bow to me, I can keep you alive."

Zhao Chuanqian had no expression on his face. He raised the ruler with his right hand and wiped the ruler with two fingers of his left hand. Blood splattered. He then swung the ruler to cut it. Sword Qi swept across the blood beads and suddenly transformed into blood-colored sword Qi to kill, sweeping across the sky and shredding the dust waves along the way.

Chen Anshi swung the sword quickly, and the sword Qi formed a huge shield around him, blocking Zhao Chuanqian's attack head-on.

The two great monks at the top of the Xuanxin Realm fought with all their strength, and the momentum was so great, but they were not the most intense part of 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 hand. Behind him, three ghosts gathered. Their true appearances could not be seen clearly, and they were all black and scary.

The three ghosts were several feet tall, with their fangs and claws bared, slashing out black ghost power like ink and brush, raging in all directions, making it impossible for the elders to get close to the man in black.

The man in black wore a mask on his face, not even revealing his eyes, but he looked around from time to time, as if looking for something.

"Fang Wang is not coming, he just broke through the state of concentration, and he is probably busy practicing new spells."

Zhao Zhen's voice rang in the man in black's heart.

This man in black was Lu Yuanjun!

Hearing this, Lu Yuanjun's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Boom!

A thunderous sound came from afar, startling everyone and turning their heads to look. They saw the rolling demonic energy sweeping in like a tornado. In the demonic wind, a huge demon python could be vaguely seen twisting its body. Even though it was far away, it gave people an indescribable sense of oppression.

"What are you waiting for? Kill them all!"

A cold voice came, full of impatience.

Upon hearing this, the leader of the Chimo Sect, who was leading his disciples to besiege Xu Qiuming, immediately shouted loudly: "Don't wait any longer, kill them all!"

As soon as the voice fell, many Chimo Sect monks displayed their unique skills!

Chen Anshi, who was fighting with Zhao Chuanqian, frowned, looked at Lu Yuanjun, and sighed slightly.

Hearing the words of the leader of the Chimo Sect, the monks of Taiyuan Sect, Xuanhong Sword Sect, and Tianshu Sect all felt nervous.

There are still people who don't believe in evil, such as Xu Qiuming. He turned and rushed to the altar, his steps were as fast as the wind, and the sword shadow behind his head swung quickly, strangling the demon cultivators along the way.

Boom!

A figure fell from the sky and smashed on the periphery of the altar, blocking Xu Qiuming. Dust flew up, and the terrifying momentum frightened Xu Qiuming so much that he stopped immediately.

The dust was dispersed by a strong air force, and a figure in white appeared in front.

This is a white-haired man, who looks about 30 years old, with long hair tied under a silver crown, burly, holding a wooden sword in his right hand, staring at Xu Qiuming expressionlessly.

White hair and white clothes are so conspicuous in this dim world.

Xu Qiuming was as if he was facing a great enemy. He frowned and asked, "Who are you? You are not from the Chi Mo Sect, right?"

The white-haired man stared at him indifferently and said, "You are born with a sword heart. You are a good seedling. As long as you are willing to kneel down, I can take you to seek a higher immortal fate."

When Xu Qiuming heard this, his eyes instantly burst into murderous intent, and he immediately killed the white-haired man.

On the other side.

Gu Li and

"Big Brother! Didn't the sect send support? It's a bit of a joke for us to fight against the entire Chi Mo Sect?" Zhou Bo said anxiously. His hair was messy, his face was stained with blood, and he was panting when he cast a spell. Obviously, he was about to reach his limit.

Li Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Believe in the master, he must have a countermeasure!"

As soon as the voice fell, a domineering and resolute sword intent came from the sky, shocking them to turn their heads and look.

I saw a sword energy coming from the horizon, passing over the battlefield, like an aurora across the dark sky, and killing the terrifying demon python surrounded by demonic energy.

In less than three breaths, the sword energy flew over dozens of miles, dispersing the demonic energy of the terrifying demon python, revealing its body.

This is a huge black python with red spots. It takes at least eight people to hug its body. It is dozens of feet long. There is a bulging bag on its head. A figure stood behind it. He raised his right hand and pointed forward with both fingers, forcibly resisting the sword energy.

This person was wearing purple clothes, with a domineering posture, a majestic face, long hair casually scattered, and a pair of leopard eyes with a bone-chilling coldness. He turned his right hand, and the powerful sword energy in front of him dissipated instantly.

"May I ask where you are from and why you want to interfere in the affairs of the Daqi Xiuxian world!"

An old voice sounded, with a cold tone.

Hearing this, the cultivators of Xuanhong Sword Sect suddenly became excited, and one disciple even shouted: "The Supreme Elder is here!"

The purple-clothed man narrowed his eyes and looked at the horizon, snorting coldly: "My origins are not something you barbarians can find out. Since you are here, let's be sacrifices together!"

As soon as the voice fell, the demon python under his feet burst out black demonic energy again, drowning the figure of the purple-clothed man, and then turned into a gust of black wind and swept away.

…

On the mountains, Xiao Zi twisted his snake body to move forward, it raised its snake head, and turned left and right.

"Such a strong demonic energy."

Xiao Zi muttered, and Fang Wang, who was standing on its head, also felt it.

Not only demonic energy, but also devil energy and ghost energy!

It seems that the battle ahead is very fierce.

Fang Wang picked up the senior disciple token and probed into it with his spiritual sense. He found that there were only more than 80 Taiyuanmen disciples left on the mission. In other directions, a large number of light spots were approaching. Judging from the number, there were at least tens of thousands of them. A group of light spots had already joined the battlefield.

What a fast moving speed!

Fang Wang was surprised by the support from Taiyuan Sect. Their speed was naturally not as fast as his, but they could fly so fast in such a large number. Could it be some kind of powerful magic weapon?