Chapter 197: Heaven-Stealing Leader, Disaster From Heaven

On the second day after the Heaven-stealing Holy Sect attacked, the noise about the Heaven-stealing Holy Sect in Nanqiu City had not yet dissipated. Fang Wang took Xiao Zi, Chu Yin, Dugu Wenhun, Fang Jing, and Fang Bai to Jian Tianze early.

Qu Xunhun, Zhu Yan, and Di Hai stayed at Fang's house to guard against the attack of the Heaven-stealing Holy Sect for Fang Wang.

In less than half an hour, they arrived at Jian Tianze.

Compared with decades ago, Jian Tianze was much quieter. Song Jinyuan was still guarding here, feeling the sword intent of heaven and earth.

He was meditating by the lake, and seemed to feel something. He opened his eyes and saw several figures in the sky. He stood up immediately.

Fang Wang, Chu Yin, Dugu Wenhun, Fang Jing, and Fang Bai stood under the scorching sun, with mysterious figures, and Xiao Zi was like a dragon coiling, full of oppression.

"Brother, long time no see."

Fang Wang's voice suddenly floated down, startling Song Jinyuan to look carefully. When he saw Fang Wang's true appearance clearly, he showed a look of surprise.

"Fang Wang!"

Fang Wang led his men down. After not seeing each other for many years, Song Jinyuan excitedly held Fang Wang's wrist and blamed him for not visiting him on his way back to the mainland.

It turned out that the news of Fang Wang's return had spread in Daqi a long time ago. In the past two years, sword cultivators occasionally came to see if they could meet Fang Wang.

When old friends meet, they naturally have a lot to say. Xiao Zi took the others away and did not disturb them.

Dugu Wenhun walked alone by the lake. He secretly sighed: "What a wonderful feng shui layout, it actually has the wonderful appearance of a dragon swallowing the world. The sword saint is really not simple."

When he was young, he had seen the sword saint. The sword saint had mediocre qualifications, but his sword intent could surpass his own realm, and his obsession with not killing left a deep impression on him.

On the way here, he heard that Fang Wang had inherited the sword saint, so he was very interested in Jian Tianze.

Song Jinyuan and Fang Wang sat by the lake. He asked Fang Wang about his experience at sea, and Fang Wang briefly told him.

Song Jinyuan was shocked to hear that Fang Wang was already a Heavenly Daoist of Changsheng Pavilion.

He knew Fang Wang was extremely talented, but how many years had it been?

He was actually much better than the Sword Saint's efforts of two or three hundred years!

The gap between the Yellow Sword Lord and the Twenty-Four True Immortals was so huge. To him, the Twenty-Four True Immortals were just legends, mythical figures in the sea cultivation world. He didn't expect that his junior brother would actually become a Heavenly Daoist.

After chatting for a long time, Fang Wang finally revealed his intention. He wanted to practice in seclusion here to face the threat of the Heaven-stealing Holy Religion.

Song Jinyuan was very happy and said that he would drive away the sword cultivators of Jian Tianze and not let anyone disturb him.

In this way, Fang Wang came to the wooden bridge where he used to meditate, facing the lake, meditating and absorbing qi.

However.

As Fang Wang activated the Heavenly Dao True Art, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth changed color, the spiritual energy in Jian Tianze rushed towards Fang Wang frantically, and the lake surface even raised a visible spiritual fog, rushing towards Fang Wang like a tornado.

Song Jinyuan, who had not yet walked far, turned his head and looked at the spiritual whirlwind above Fang Wang's head. He couldn't help but widen his eyes.

What kind of skill is this?

Song Jinyuan is also knowledgeable, but he has never seen anyone practicing with such momentum.

He watched for a long time before leaving.

Jian Tianze's sword servants were all excited when they learned that Fang Wang had returned. Even if they were watching the spiritual whirlwind caused by Fang Wang from a distance, they felt an indescribable excitement. Unconsciously, Fang Wang's image in their hearts has surpassed the former sword saint.

Fang Bai was born with an extraordinary talent for swordsmanship. Under Xiao Zi's introduction, Song Jinyuan began to practice swordsmanship with Fang Bai.

At this time, Song Jinyuan did not realize how terrible Fang Bai's swordsmanship was.

...

In the wide and dim hall, a female monk in green walked quickly, her head lowered, her body trembling.

After walking ten miles along the long hall, she came to the end of the long hall and knelt in front of a stone step. She pressed her forehead against the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Report to the leader... Chang Shengzun brought the Holy Spirit to the south to capture Fang Wang, the first monk of Daqi. The whole army... was annihilated... The Holy Spirit was also killed by Fang Wang..."

After the voice fell, the hall was silent, without a single sound.

The female monk in green knelt on the ground, not daring to look up, not daring to breathe.

For a long time.

"It's destroyed, so what are you afraid of?"

A cold voice came from the stone steps, making the female monk in green feel like she was in a cold cellar, and her body trembled even more.

"Raise your head, you are one of the 72 Heavenly Lords of the Stealing Heaven Holy Religion, how can you be so timid?"

The cold voice sounded again, and the female monk in green hurriedly looked up.

There was a huge ice bed on the stone steps, emitting wisps of cold air, and a figure was sitting in the middle of the ice bed.

This is a man with disheveled hair, wearing a black robe with delicate runes embroidered on it. There is a circle of fur on the collar, which moves without wind, revealing most of his chest. There is a terrifying huge vertical eye on his chest, which is bigger than his head, and the eyeball is still moving.

The man slowly raised his head, his black hair was scattered like a waterfall. Although it was not tied up, it did not look messy, but there was an indescribable beauty. He showed a handsome and cold face, his pupils were dull, and a red cicada was stuck between his eyebrows.

The leader of the Heaven-stealing Holy Religion!

He looked down at the female monk in green and said casually, "I suddenly remembered that when you borrowed the Holy Spirit from me, what promise did you make?"

A few shadows flashed in the darkness behind him, like evil spirits hiding in the dark.

The female monk in green said in panic, "Master, Fang Wang is too strong. Our resurrected Holy Spirit has the power to sweep across the Nirvana Realm, but in front of Fang Wang..."

The Master of the Heaven-stealing Sect narrowed his eyes and said, "Oh? So this is not your fault?"

"Please punish me, Master!"

The female monk in green kowtowed violently, and blood quickly flowed from her head.

The Master of the Heaven-stealing Sect continued to ask, "Are you the only one who came back alive?"

"Among the Heavenly Lords, I am the only one who came back. Some believers defected, including Ji Rutian..."

The female monk in green answered carefully, her voice trembling.

"Ji Rutian? I didn't expect him to be unable to hide so quickly. It seems that the junior named Fang Wang is really powerful. Tell me what happened specifically."

Hearing the words of the Thief of Heaven Sect Leader, the green-clothed female monk hurriedly recounted the previous battle.

For a long time.

The hall fell into silence again.

The Thief of Heaven Sect Leader said faintly: "I didn't expect the Immortal Executioner Ghost Sword to reappear in the world. It's really a good fortune. You deserved your defeat."

The green-clothed female monk heaved a sigh of relief when she heard it. She subconsciously raised her head and her eyes widened suddenly. She saw a huge red cicada floating in front of her, with its mouth full of spikes and squirming slightly.

Her body froze instantly, and cold sweat rained down on her pretty face.

"Although it's not unfair, I'm a little unhappy. You'd better die."

The voice of the Thief of Heaven just sounded, and before she finished speaking, the green-clothed female monk wanted to turn around and run away, but before she could act, Hong Chan bit her head fiercely, blood splattered, and Hong Chan began to chew.

The only sound in the hall was the sound of Hong Chan chewing, and everything seemed so terrifying.

The Thief of Heaven closed his eyes again, and as he closed his eyes, several ghosts appeared behind him, baring their fangs and claws at him, as if they wanted to devour him.

"Fang Wang... calling himself the Heavenly Dao, interesting, it seems that my grand plan is going to succeed."

The voice of the Thief of Heaven echoed in the hall, accompanied by a cold laugh.

...

Three years later, in Jian Tianze.

Fang Wang successfully broke through to the sixth level of the Golden Body Realm, and in these three years, the Thief of Heaven Saint Sect did not invade Da Qi again.

More and more cultivators came to Jiantianze, but they were all blocked by the sword servants. At first, some people wanted to force their way in, until Dugu Wenhun burst out with his aura, and then scared the cultivators away like frightened birds.

In the past three years, Fang Jing and Fang Bai have successively shaped their spirits. Fang Jing condensed a halberd, and this kid actually condensed a low-grade Tianyuan treasure spirit. It seems that the fortune Zhou Xue gave Fang Xun can really be regarded as a destiny-changing move.

Fang Bai condensed a sword, a high-grade Diyuan treasure spirit, which can also be regarded as a genius.

Fang Bai's more outstanding is his understanding of the sword. In three years, he has learned the swordsmanship of all the sword cultivators in Jiantianze. Of course, it is only a small success, and he cannot exert the true power of these swordsmanship, mainly because of his insufficient cultivation.

In addition, Fang Bai also initially realized the sword meaning of heaven and earth, which can stimulate Song Jinyuan.

In just three years, Fang Bai's understanding of the sword meaning of heaven and earth exceeded his understanding of decades of daily understanding, and his Dao heart almost collapsed.

Fang Jing and Fang Bai have grown up. Their appearance and figures are handsome and elegant, which did not embarrass Fang Wang.

On this day, Fang Wang consolidated his cultivation and prepared to continue practicing.

The spiritual energy of Da Qi is far inferior to that of the ocean, but he found that as he began to swallow the spiritual energy, the bottom of Jian Tianze actually overflowed with vast spiritual energy.

It seems that the Sword Saint chose this place for a reason!

The spiritual energy of the earth at the bottom of Jian Tianze can keep up with the speed of Fang Wang's absorption!

This made Fang Wang interested in the underground of this continent, but what he had to do now was to practice, and other things had to give way.

"Are you Tiandao Fang Wang?"

A voice echoed in the mountains of Jian Tianze.

Fang Wang opened his eyes and looked, his eyes locked on the two figures on the top of the distant mountain. He was secretly shocked that he did not even notice the arrival of these two people.

"The evil demon is born, and Tiandao is retired. Master, let's hurry up." Another voice sounded, like a woman.