Fang Ping went very fast, and before everyone could react, he had already rushed to the Tianmen and slashed with his sword.
As Long Yuan trembled, the Tianmen barrier opened on its own initiative, and Immortal Leyong took a few steps back, seemingly to get out of the way.
Li Hanyi's eyes condensed, he raised the cold dragon with his sword, and was about to chase away, when he suddenly put a hand on his shoulder:
"Believe him."
"But he is only one person," Li Hanyi frowned, "he will die."
"If you go, he will die faster," Mo Yi said mercilessly, "There are many immortals in the upper world, and you can only hold them back."
"..."
Li Hanyi was silent. This was the truth. She couldn't argue with it. She only hated that she was not strong enough.
On the other side, Lei Wujie and others were equally anxious:
"Fourth Master is going to the upper world? Why are you more impulsive than me?"
"Failure is called impulsiveness, success is called bravery and resourcefulness," Xiao Se added, "Lei Wujie, think about it, did you do what the Sword Immortal said?"
"this......"
Lei Wujie thought about it, while Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo fell into deep thought.
Then they said in unison:
"No!"
Yes, everything Fang Ping said he wanted to do, he did it without missing a beat.
Xiao Se put his hands in his sleeves, narrowed his eyes and said:
"Since he said he can kill immortals, then he can."
"Desolate..."
Lei Wujie hesitated to speak. He had been with Xiao Se for so long, and knew that he rarely trusted others, especially when it came to important matters, and he could never entrust others to him.
But when it came to killing the immortal...his tone was extremely determined, as if he had foreseen the future.
"Then...we should do something."
Sikong Qianluo flicked his silver spear and pointed it at the mob:
"Of course, stop them!"
Fang Ping's action of running towards Tianmen stimulated them, and they rushed forward one by one desperately, believing that as long as there were enough people, some lucky ones would be able to ascend to the upper world.
Everyone is lucky, and they hope in their hearts that the God of Luck will be there for them, but they don't know that the Mysterious Realm of Divine Movement is so powerful.
As long as Mo Yi thinks about it, the entire Tianqi can be reduced to scorched earth in an instant.
Tang Lian stood up, the Xuanwu token on her waist swaying:
"The people are innocent, they are just deceived by the immortals, and they can get back on track with guidance.
"We are the four guardians of Apocalypse. We not only protect one person, but also protect this person's city."
Lei Wujie nodded and immediately went to stop the mob, with Tang Lian following closely behind.
Sikong Qianluo curled his lips and thought about what those people seeking death had to do with him:
"You go ahead, I'll just protect Xiao Se."
"I'm better than you," Xiao Se said calmly, ruthlessly destroying the situation.
Under the guidance of Qi Tianchen, Xiao Se also entered the first floor of the world, and received a ray of true energy as a gift from Xie Zhize, which allowed him to reach the level of half-step fugue.
Now he is the strongest except Wu Xin.
Xiao Se was startled:
"Speaking of which, what about Wu Xin?"
He said that he would lurk next to the Red King and wait until the last moment to appear and cause his complete collapse.
Ji Xue said:
"Your friend is here too, in front of the fairy light."
Xiao Se looked around and saw that he was wearing a black robe and his eyes were evilly red, and he was fighting with the Confucian Sword Immortal.
"This...Xiao Yu!"
Xiao Se reacted instantly and glared angrily.
Xiao Yu spread his hands and raised his chin slightly, looking indifferent:
"Why are you shouting so loudly?"
"Do you know how many people will die?!"
"So what if the light dies?" Xiao Yu said in a frivolous tone, "At the worst, we can just change the city to be the capital."
...
At this time, Fang Ping had just entered Tianmen. When Baili Dongjun came back, he was already separated from the outside world by a barrier.
"I will help you guard and never let anyone fall into the hands of the immortal!" Baili Dongjun said seriously.
Fang Ping nodded, took a breath of the air from the upper world, looked around, and looked at each of the more than twenty immortals.
Finally it fell back to Immortal Leyong:
"You want me to come, I'm coming,
"I want you to die, you deserve to die."
The upper world is shrouded in clouds and mist, with the sky above and the abyss below, with countless islands floating in the middle, connected by chains of immortal energy.
Sky islands vary in size, the largest is comparable to the mainland, and the smallest is no more than the size of a house.
As for the seven largest sky islands, there are seven splendid fairy palaces standing there. Fang Ping is thousands of miles away from them, and he can also catch a glimpse of the giant palace in the clouds and mist.
The island of Pojun Immortal Palace.
"Haha! Arrogant!"
Immortal Lord Leyong was overjoyed. He didn't expect Fang Ping to be so stupid as to dare to enter the upper realm alone.
There are three people surrounding this place, and Tianmen cannot retreat. The only way to go is to fight to the death.
However, he is just a mortal, while he is an immortal!
"Since you have come to the upper realm, let's bury it here," Immortal Lord Pengyun not far away said, "For domestic animals, this is already top-notch treatment."
"Twenty-two swords!"
Fang Ping refused to communicate, raised his hand and struck out with his sword to kill, the sword energy of his death intention was endless and endless.
Ordinary people would not dare to approach it and would immediately flee with palpitations, but this is the upper world, and everyone is an immortal.
"Buzz——"
In an instant, the air vibrated, and the immortal pressure was overwhelming.
Immortal Lord Leyong held out a palm, causing the sea of mist to roll.
"Zheng——"
Long Yuan's sword chanted, and the sword energy swept across all directions, instantly cutting off half of the palm's strength, and then activated the Zizai Xin Zhong to offset the remaining half.
After one move, Immortal Leyong wanted to open his mouth to ridicule, trying to regain the shame of the Broken Palm, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he could not close it.
The familiar feeling reappeared, and the desire to die was suffocating.
The rest of the immortals did not practice martial ethics, but practiced magic one after another. Each move caused the space to tremble and the light to bloom.
Suddenly, strange changes occur, magic is extinguished, meridians stop, and the light wheel dissipates, magic is extinguished.
"Sword Qi Hell."
With Fang Ping as the center, a dim field spreads, covering the whole world in an instant.
The wind stops, the clouds are calm, and people stand still.
The upper realm is like oil immersion, and the hazy color fills everyone's vision. This realm is defined.
"Whoosh-"
The sound of waves and water suddenly appeared in the still world, and then a golden light shone on the clouds.
Immortal Lord Le Yong, who was facing Fang Ping, saw... exactly the same as last time, the golden soul came out of the body, the shape was illusory and tall, and the eyes were cold, as if the gods were indifferent.
And his physical body is surrounded by thousands of sword energy, like a silver dragon entwining, and the sound of the sword interweaves into the sea waves.
He used the Dahe Sword Intent to protect his physical body, and his Yuan Shen slashed out the most powerful sword in the Holy Spirit Sword Technique at Immortal Leyong.
"Twenty-three Swords of Six Destructions and Selflessness!"
Fang Ping's Yuan Shen's golden light shone brightly, and a phantom light flashed in his hand, forming a huge sword comparable to the mountain's divine peak.
"Buzz--"
One sword fell, and thousands of islands sank.
The sword intent was surging, and it shook the floating island with one strike. Several chains of immortal energy were broken, the floating island fell, and the upper world was turned upside down.
The immortals in the upper realm were shocked and pale, and Immortal Lord Pengyun was shocked. He had seen this sword at the top of Kunlun, but now his senses were completely different.
At that time, Fang Ping's true energy was exhausted. At the end of the road, he swung a sword from another world and cut off Immortal Leyong's palm.
Today, Fang Ping was in good condition and swung sword twenty-three with all his strength. The target was still Immortal Le Yong.