Chapter 144 Who still wants to become an immortal? I will help him
Unlike immortals, they are called gods.
Pojun Immortal Lord looked at his Immortal Palace, then at Fang Ping who was dragging Le Yong's body away, and finally looked up at the sword that was about to leave, feeling very anxious in his heart.
He prayed to the Sword God to leave quickly, and the formation quickly closed so that he could take action to cut off Le Yong's body.
Now that the Immortal Palace has been destroyed, there is no way to restore it, but we must not let the immortal corpse flow into the mortal world!
However, the Sword God suddenly looked at him with a faint smile on his lips:
"I will also give you a sword intention."
"?"
Before the latter could react, a red light sword intent suddenly pierced the center of his eyebrows. Pojun Immortal Lord suddenly rolled his eyes and passed out.
When the sword god takes action without a body, the sword god will consume his original power, especially if he crosses multiple worlds through a large formation. Although he only exerts a trace of power, it is not easy to accumulate and recover.
Fang Ping smiled, thanked the Sword God again, and passed through the Tianmen the moment it closed.
"..."
There is silence in the upper world.
...
In Tianqi City, as the Tianmen closed, the Immortal Light Ladder used to extradite people disappeared, and Fang Ping's figure reappeared.
"What happened...is this what you have in your hand?" Baili Dongjun asked immediately.
"Immortal." Fang Ping said calmly.
Baili Dongjun looked intently, and saw a man with long black hair and a good face lying in the coffin without closing his eyes. His arms were missing, and his chest was red and oozing. His death appearance was particularly miserable.
It was the Immortal Le Yong who had declared at Tianmenkou earlier.
Baili Dongjun swallowed:
"You...killed him and escaped unscathed?"
He subconsciously glanced at the position of Tianmen just now, and couldn't believe that he had come back intact like this. Did the Immortal from the Upper Realm really not care?
Fang Ping was happy, kicked the coffin and said:
"Isn't it obvious?"
"...Yes, it's just a little hard to believe," Baili Dongjun was shocked.
Yes, the evidence is all in front of you, why don’t you believe it?
At this time, Mo Yi, dressed in white, came out of the air:
"Congratulations to the little sword god for returning from slaying the immortal...the little sword god and the big sword god are really interesting."
At the moment when the Tianmen shattered, Mo Yi also sensed that existence and understood many things.
When Mo Yi mentioned this, Baili Dongjun immediately reacted:
"The one who mentioned 'Kyushu' was your original world?"
Fang Ping nodded and said nothing more:
"Deal with the current matter first, and let's talk about it later."
Tianqi has turned into a mess.
The immortal seekers in the rivers and lakes directly broke open the city gate, poured into the city, and fought with the guards.
Fires broke out all over the city, and Dali Temple fought with thugs for a long time. The streets were stained with blood and piles of corpses.
The fundamental factor of chaos is the living dead who stand up again after death, not afraid of pain and not afraid of death.
Although Xie Xuan knew the weaknesses of these living dead, he could stop them by beheading them and eradicating the poisonous insects in their brains.
But there were too many, and one person had to be killed twice, which was too much to handle. If it hadn't been for Mo Yi and the swordsmen, everyone would have died of exhaustion.
"The Tianmen is gone, but there are still a lot of enemies..." Lei Wujie gasped, and his heart sword also made a tired sound.
Tang Lian's fists were stained with blood, her chest was rising and falling, and her whole body was on the verge of reaching its limit:
"No, it's been much better. After Tianmen disappeared, the ordinary people all retreated, and the Jianghu people lost their will to fight. Only these monsters are left."
The general public had little offensive power, and Tang Lian and others were unwilling to hurt them, but they were the most difficult group of people to deal with.
It is possible to kill Jianghu people, but there are too many and it is difficult to cope with them.
The living dead who are possessed by the poison consume the most energy.
"Mr. Xie, when can we find the Gu master?" Lei Wujie said miserably.
The latter shook his head slightly and looked at the Red King's group... The person who cast the poison must be the Red King's people.
At this time, Xiao Se was negotiating with Xiao Yu.
"Look at the sky. The immortal is dead and the gate of heaven is closed. What's the point of doing all this?!"
Xiao Se was furious:
"Do you know how many people died in Tianqi!"
Xiao Yu looked calm:
"Does the chaos of the Apocalypse have anything to do with me? You must have evidence when speaking."
Xiao Se was about to speak when he suddenly heard a "plop" and a man in black fell from the sky and fell to death on the spot.
After Xiao Yu saw this person's appearance clearly, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes... The ghost doctor was killed.
who is it?
He looked up and saw that familiar figure.
——Aoki Sword Immortal.
Fang Ping's clothes moved slightly, waves of sword intent rippled, and tiles, broken wood, bowls and chopsticks and other utensils all around me flew up for no apparent reason.
Although they are far different from swords, these objects all have the meaning of swords after being exaggerated by swords.
The Third Sword of Xuanyin - All Things Are My Sword!
The sword roared, the wind roared, countless "swords" shot out, and the heads of the living dead in the city exploded instantly.
One, two, three... called the sea of corpse flowers.
After a few breaths, all the living dead in the city fell down, and even the corpses that were not possessed by the Gu were beheaded.
The poisonous insect with nowhere to go was just trying to hide when the sky was suddenly filled with light rain, and the dots of white light were like grains of rice.
Lei Wujie stretched out his hand to pick it up, and the light spot blended directly into his body. He said in surprise:
"My physical strength has recovered a bit, it's amazing!"
But when the light rain fell on the Gu insect, a plume of black smoke emerged, completely obliterating it.
Baili Dongjun praised:
"Mo Xian has a good trick, it would be better if he used it earlier."
Mo Yi Qingfeng smiled:
"It's just right to end the fight. If you use it too early, I'm afraid the fight will be endless."
This rain of light extinguished the chaotic flames of the apocalypse, and the people in the city all calmed down, feeling worried about gains and losses.
I had a chance to become an immortal just now, but now Tianmen has disappeared...
Everyone raised their heads in unison and looked at Fang Ping, who was standing alone in the wind, and at the illusory coffin with the sword intent rippling and the sword pattern engraved on it.
Fang Ping said loudly:
"The upper world is a scam. Immortals feed on the luck of the human world, build a path to immortality, and become their own bodies!"
Everyone was silent, not knowing whether to believe it or not.
Fang Ping added:
"This is the corpse of Immortal Lord Leyong. It will be buried in North Kunlun to be displayed to all living beings."
After finishing speaking, Fang Ping rose from the sky, facing north, and pushed the coffin out with all his strength.
With a "whoosh" sound, the sword coffin turned into a stream of light and flew away, fading out of sight in an instant.
At the same time, Li Changsheng, who was far away in Fang Hu Shengjing, stood with his hands behind his back, bright light flowing in his eyes.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised:
"Burying the Immortal is really a nice gift."
After a while, the sword coffin flew over, and Li Changsheng held it back with one hand:
"Tsk, it's so ugly to die.
"Luoshui, where do you think it would be best to bury him?"
...
In Apocalypse City, someone timidly asked if they could exchange their luck for immortality by actively contributing their luck to the upper world.
As a result, he was stabbed to death by Fang Ping with a sword, and no one raised any questions.
Fang Ping faced the whole city and declared loudly:
"When we are tired of warning, who still wants to become an immortal? I will help him."