"In three months, I went through eighty-six battles, got injured four times, avoided the traps of the old monsters three times, killed one mid-stage Nascent Soul Sovereign, four immortal ambassadors from the Small Celestial Realm, two avatars of old Nascent Soul Sovereigns, four max-stage Nascent Soul Sovereigns, sixteen upper-stage Nascent Soul Sovereigns, and seventy-two Blood Nascent Soul Sovereigns. I fought seventeen tangled battles, but I don't know how many I killed. In between, I robbed eleven treasure vaults from various clans, burned down one hundred and eighty-two shops, three scripture caves, beat up children seven to eight times, peeped on fairies bathing four to five times, and caught an adulterous woman once …"
Just as the entire China was in turmoil because of him, Fang Xing was sitting in a cave as if nothing had happened. He counted with his fingers how many troubles he had caused and how many people he had killed. After counting for a long time, he found it hard to count, so he looked at the black shadow floating in front of him with a solemn expression and said solemnly, "It's scary even when I count myself. This sword should be sharpened enough, right?"
"Not bad. Although it's still far from my realm of millions of floating corpses, it's still a small test of its sharpness!"
The black shadow nodded and said, "But if you want to unleash that sword, it's still a little lacking …"
"Still a little lacking?"
Fang Xing frowned and said, "That's about right …"
The black shadow laughed coldly and said, "I don't mind if you want to slack off. After all, this sword isn't going to slash me!"
"Do you know how to chat?"
Fang Xing rolled his eyes and did not know how to continue. After a while, he frowned and said, "How many more people do I have to kill?"
The black shadow said in a low voice, "I don't know, but you need the last bit of telepathy!"
Fang Xing was slightly stunned as he looked up at it.
The black shadow sighed and said in a low voice, "Now that you've accumulated enough killing intent, just like forging a sword, you've condensed the embryo of that sword. However, it's not sharp enough, and your killing intent is not pure enough. What you need now is not accumulation, but sharpening it!"
Fang Xing was silent for a while, then said, "How do I sharpen it?"
"There are many ways, but the simplest is still killing people!"
"Uh … what kind of people?"
The black shadow said, "It's up to you who you want to find, but their cultivation must be high. It's best if they're above the Nascent Soul realm!"
"High-level Sovereign Nascent Soul?"
Fang Xing furrowed his brows and glanced at Black Sword a few times.
He was also a Sovereign Nascent Soul, but he had just formed his Nascent Soul not long ago, so he could only be considered a low-level Sovereign Nascent Soul. His Yuanying quality was slightly stronger than the average Sovereign Nascent Soul, and he had also received the black shadow's guidance to nourish his Qi and comprehend the sword, which greatly increased his strength. He even dared to fight against a mid-level Sovereign Nascent Soul, but he was still a little uncertain about a high-level Sovereign Nascent Soul. After all, that was an existence of the same quality, but two levels higher than him.
"Not confident enough?"
The black shadow sneered and said, "It's precisely because you're not confident that I want you to kill such a person. My sword is not that easy to learn. I've already given you the sword techniques and some of the techniques, but you've never comprehended the heart of the sword. My sword's focus is not the sword, or rather, the heart is the sword. If you only have the sword techniques, how much of the Demon Sword's power can you really unleash? What I've given you today is the heart of the sword. Hehe, if it's up to me, you don't even need to use that sword. You only need to listen to my orders, kill people, and cultivate your heart. Sooner or later, you'll reach the realm I was in back then. Those True Immortal Seeds taught by those fake Saints can all be chopped up like melons … "
"Will they end up like you, with their bodies cut off and their Immortal Seeds destroyed, and their bodies possessed by swords to be escorted back to the Tianyuan Continent?"
Fang Xing said faintly, instantly making the black shadow choke and unable to speak.
"Fine, fine, fine, fine. Find an upper-level Sovereign Nascent Soul and kill it!"
The black shadow was no longer willing to talk to Fang Xing anymore. He waved his hand impatiently and entered his world of consciousness.
"You really want to kill an upper-level Sovereign Nascent Soul …"
Fang Xing frowned. After a long period of thought, he asked, "Then who should I kill?"
With his temper, he really did not want to provoke an opponent he had no confidence in, but he could not ignore the black shadow's resolute manner. Although the so-called ancestor of the Demon Sword had a bad temper and liked to brag, Fang Xing still believed his words subconsciously. However, when he thought about how there were only a few Nascent Souls in the vast Tian Yuan Continent, none of them seemed like pushovers. How was he supposed to deal with them?
"Someone's coming!"
At this moment, the black shadow in his consciousness suddenly reminded him in a deep voice. At the same time, Fang Xing also suddenly shivered. On his forehead, the three-headed and six-armed Nascent Soul's Dharma Form whizzed out. In mid-air, it opened its demonic eyes and looked ahead. Soon, it saw a golden aura with a faint purple light rushing in his direction. His heart was slightly startled, and then he was overjoyed.
"I'm fucking lucky. Just when I wanted to sleep, a pillow came …"
He was overjoyed. He rubbed his hands excitedly, and his avatar returned to his body. He was about to go up to receive it.
After he formed his Nascent Soul, his demon form with three heads and six arms had already turned into a Dharma Form. Not only did he gain many more transformations out of thin air, but some hidden divine powers had also appeared. This Demon Eye was one of them. Once he opened it, he could sense the aura of all Nascent Soul cultivators within a ten thousand mile radius. He could even determine the cultivation level of the other party through the color and strength of the aura. It could be said that he could already tell the level of the other party before he even saw them. Previously, he had been able to repeatedly escape from encirclement because of this ability.
Under normal circumstances, it was very difficult to tell a person's Yuanying quality unless they fought.
However, just as he was about to excitedly rush forward to take care of this unlucky ghost, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He looked towards the west once again, and was shocked to see a white-colored odor whistling over. The direction it was heading towards was shockingly also his own position …
"A high-grade Nascent Soul?"
Fang Xing's heart skipped a beat. He did not chase after it. He felt that something was off.
"Someone else is coming!"
At this moment, the black shadow in his consciousness reminded him in a timely manner. There was a hint of urgency in its voice.
There was no need for him to remind him. Fang Xing had also sensed it. He swept his gaze across, and his expression instantly darkened.
At this moment, auras with high cultivation bases were also rushing over from the west and the north. There were three high-grade Nascent Soul Sovereigns, one mid-grade Nascent Soul Sovereign, one Mahayana Soul Sovereign, and two high-grade Nascent Soul Sovereigns. They came from different directions and vaguely surrounded Fang Xing's position. Judging from the direction of their auras, it was no coincidence. The closest ones were only about a thousand kilometers away from Fang Xing, and the farthest ones were within ten thousand meters. This immediately made Fang Xing's heart tighten. He no longer cared about hiding, and with a whoosh, he leaped into the air.
"These bastards, they actually found me?"
His face was filled with disbelief, and he was a little exasperated.
"Hehe, if you walk too much at night, you're bound to run into ghosts. People like you who rely on their wits to travel the world will suffer sooner or later. Not everyone in the world is a fool, right? Unless your abilities are so great that you're invincible, only then can you be considered unstoppable in the world …"
The old ghost in the consciousness was still giving Fang Xing a lesson in the manner of an old man.
He was rather impressed by Fang Xing's actions during this period of time. At the very least, when he was at the same cultivation base as Fang Xing, he would not have dared to directly provoke an entire region like Fang Xing did. However, while he admired Fang Xing, he was naturally a little unconvinced. He always felt that this little brat had relied on an all-encompassing dog's guts to achieve such great things, and that it could not be considered his true abilities. Seeing him suffer, he was gloating …
"Unstoppable in the world was beaten up like a grandson, and even lost his physical body?"
Fang Xing sneered. It didn't know how to reply to Fang Xing's words. It mumbled, "You should run for your life first!"
"This bunch of bastards, chasing after me like I'm chasing after my wife …"
Fang Xing cursed angrily. He did not need the old ancestor's reminder to turn around and run.
No matter how brave he was, he didn't dare to fight this group of people head-on. Even though he'd experienced countless dangers and battles in the last three months of time, his opponents were carefully selected every single time, and he would only make a move if he had a 50% chance of success or above. If he encountered a Daolord or old freak, then he would immediately flee far away. So, the current situation could truly be considered to be the most dangerous situation he'd encountered in the last three months. His gaze swept swiftly, and he noticed that people were rushing over from the east, west, and north. It was like an enormous encirclement had formed, and only the south had a path to escape ….
However, the south was the direction of the Demonic Abyss.
"This bunch of bastards …"
Fang Xing cursed, but he did not dare to stay any longer. He flew up and used his Unfettered Movement Technique. Like a wisp of smoke, he flew straight towards the south.
"Hehe, evil creature, you've already reached a dead end. Do you still want to jump over the wall?"
A cold laugh came from the north. It was a man in a green robe. He was elegant and graceful, and his movement technique was like that of an immortal. It was Yuan Shaomo.
"You bastard, you dare to say that I'm desperate?"
Fang Xing was so angry that his hair was about to explode. He turned around and scolded.
There was no harm in reading too much. He could clearly hear the hidden meaning behind other people's words.
"You've got guts to fight China alone. Unfortunately, you're going to become a joke today …"
In another direction, a man in metal armor wielding a spear was walking in the air. His body shone with a cold light, like a snowstorm.
"There are so many experts …"
Fang Xing groaned in his heart, but he cursed along the way and ran even faster.
Although his cultivation realm was slightly lower than the people chasing after him, the Unfettered Movement Technique was an Immortal Scripture and was incomparably profound. Now that he was fleeing, his speed was not slow at all. It was unknown whether those people really did not have a movement technique that was comparable to his, or whether they deliberately let him flee towards the south, but they actually did not catch up to him. However, the encirclement did not change in the slightest. There was even someone who took out a bronze compass and pointed it at Fang Xing from afar. They actually made up their mind to not allow him to escape using the Aura Concealment Technique even if they let him escape for a while longer …
"Swoosh …"
Under the bright moon, a few beams of divine light pierced through the sky, causing the cultivators in Baek Ok-kyung and the Demonic Abyss to look up.
"It's that demon …"
"The people chasing him are the third master of the Yuan family and the fourth master of the Han family …"
Due to the matter of the fortune in the Profound Coffin, the independent cultivators who had gathered in the Demonic Abyss had not completely dispersed. There were many cultivators, and now, they just happened to be witnesses to this scene. After their initial panic, they became excited very quickly. They had already realized what kind of situation they were seeing. The legend of the little demon Fang Xing fighting the Divine Continent alone had already spread across the Tian Yuan Continent. There was no one who did not know about it …
And now, a result was about to appear in front of them?
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