Chapter 1217 I Have All Kinds of Means

Everyone knows about immortals, but what are immortals?

Since ancient times, the word "Xian" has been referring to one person and one mountain, which means that the power of one person can move the mountain. A person is as powerful as a mountain, and such a person is an immortal. In fact, in the eyes of the people of Taichu, the immortals at that time were far less powerful than they are now. As long as they possess otherworldly power, they can be called immortals. To a certain extent, the power of those people who may be best called immortals is equivalent to that of the masters of the golden elixir realm in the current practice world... But in any case, the concept of immortals has spread and become a strong concept. The representative of those who are powerful, and with the birth of batch after batch of strong men, its definition is getting higher and higher!

It was not until the ancient times, after the birth of those great powers who are now considered legendary, that the word "immortal" had the most stable definition, which was to be able to survive nine tribulations and refine a body of Taoist sources into the true fire of samadhi. In terms of realm, one can soar in the daytime, in terms of strength, one can travel across the starry sky, in terms of longevity, it exceeds 12,600 years, and it is even said that those who can live forever as long as they do not suffer disaster are called immortals...

Xian represents strength and strength!

It can even be said that it represents an extreme...

But now, Fang Xingbian truly felt the power of an immortal!

No one expected that the God Son of the Night Clan had such magical powers and such good fortune. He actually swallowed a residual immortal and refined the residual immortal into his own immortal body, which gave him an immortal body. This kind of power represents the ultimate power of Tianyuan creatures...

Fang Xing has now proven his strength and is indeed qualified to fight against the Son of God of the Night Clan!

The method of slaughtering the gods, sacrificing wrongdoings, and burning the cause and effect allowed him to gain power that rivaled that of the Son of God of the Night Clan in a short period of time.

As for the Hundred Battle Soul Soldier, it has endless changes, representing his understanding of a completely new realm of martial arts.

With these two powers, he even directly suppressed the Son of God of the Night Clan for a certain period of time and saw the dawn of victory!

But then, the God of the Night Clan sacrificed that immortal body, and everything came to nothing.

Naturally, this is not a real immortal, but a remnant immortal who was devoured by the God Son of the Night Clan. There is very little strength left in his body, and it is all destroyed by the power of the blood of the God Son of the Night Clan. But even so, it is already terrifyingly strong. This time The immortal was clearly a sword immortal before his death, and he followed the path of swordsmanship. A long sword turned into night air, in the hands of the god son of the night clan, he used it to a level as great as the traceless one. Even Fang Xing's newly refined sword Hundreds of battle soul soldiers were all suppressed by his long sword, and they even struggled to survive and were in danger many times...

What's even more terrifying is that the increasingly victorious celestial energy on the body of the God Son of the Night Clan made Fang Xing feel a sense of awe emanating from the bottom of his heart, as if a sea creature had encountered a real dragon. The remnants of the prehistoric times met the royal family of the Bone Palace...

Martial arts have been completely suppressed, but thanks to artifacts such as the Hundred Battle Soul Soldiers, they are still struggling to support themselves.

In terms of power, the ancient sage's method has gradually lost its expendable cause and effect, and its power is almost exhausted!

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No one thought that Fang Xing had any chance of winning!

The descendant of the Little Immortal Realm has no intention of reading any more and is directly preparing to sit down.

Even Xiao Xue spoke sternly at this time, but there was also an indescribable light of worry in her eyes...

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"Are you just giving up?"

Fang Xing couldn't help but have this thought in his heart, but he just gritted his teeth to support it. The appearance of the Night Clan's son of a trump card really surprised him, disrupted all his plans, and made him feel... An indescribable sense of oppression. If faced with such a battle situation in the past, he would not hold on at all. His first reaction would be to call more people to beat him together. His second reaction would be to escape first, no matter what. He was overwhelmed afterwards, but now he has reached his current state step by step with great difficulty. His ambition is extremely strong, but he also has the desire to compete with his opponents in impossible situations!

"What's so scary about the gods? They're just a bunch of fat sheep that have been slaughtered..."

"They were bullied by the immortals back then. They were basically slaves..."

"Young Master, I am the leader of the Jie Cult. How can I be intimidated by such a group of fat sheep?"

In his heart, he asked himself, and his ambition gradually grew.

No matter how the world demonizes the divine creatures, this is the case for Fang Xing!

Ever since he heard about the relationship between immortals and divine beings, he has always looked down upon these races...

As a robber, he has a natural sense of superiority in front of fat sheep...

Even though these fat sheep are now the nightmare of Tianyuan creatures!

As for the immortal who suppressed him with one sword, Fang Xing's thoughts were even simpler...

"Damn it, if you were whole, I would still be able to give you some face, but who knows, you actually only have a ray of soul left..."

Thinking like this, my courage became bigger and bigger again.

People in the world often add the four words "daring" when describing Fang Mo, but in fact... these four words are really correct!

Although he is still suppressed now, he has begun to despise his opponent psychologically!

And my mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to resolve this crisis...

"The Son of God of the Night Clan is actually almost dead. How can he bear the backlash of the collapse of his small world so easily?"

"He hasn't even transformed into his true form now, not because he doesn't want to, but because he needs to use his current body to control the martial arts power of that immortal seed so as to suppress me, because he has no idea about his true form. Strength, no confidence..."

"As the old saying goes, the divine beings are really not that scary..."

"You are somewhat capable, but I... have many tricks..."

Thinking of this, Fang Xing's eyes gradually brightened. Now, the Ancient Saint's method had almost lost its burning source. He finally had a way to deal with it. Although it was a bit dangerous, he still decided to do it. He made the decision, and then it only took him a tenth of his breath to decide to implement it, because as his mind was repeatedly distracted, the Son of God of the Night Clan had already seized the opportunity, and stabbed Fang Xing from afar with a sword. , the light of the sword was like a shooting star streaking across the void, quite a bit like the ethereal meaning of the legendary sword flying into the sky...

Originally, at this time, Fang Xing could still use the Hundred Battle Soul Soldiers to block in front of him, and then continue to support himself.

But he also knew in his heart that if he persisted, he would just repeat the process just now.

So instead of doing this, it’s better to give it a try!

"Whoosh!"

The sword came very quickly, and it was already in front of him in an instant.

As for Fang Xing's Hundred Battle Soul Soldier, it seemed that he was still a little slower after all, and was directly delivered to Fang Xing's chest by this sword.

But at this moment, Fang Xing's fingers tensed up and he grasped the long sword without hesitation.

"Weak is just weak. Even if you inherit the ancient saint's method, you can't change the world..."

The eyes of the God Son of the Night Clan were so close to Fang Xing for the first time. They were as cold as a whip and struck hard into Fang Xing's heart.

And his voice seemed to be announcing Fang Xing's death sentence.

As he spoke, the hand holding the sword was already strong, ready to pierce Fang Xing's chest.

At their level, a wound to the chest would certainly not be fatal, but the sword that was transformed into the Night Qi of the God Son of the Night Clan was not easy. A single sword entry into the body could destroy Fang Xing's physical vitality and tear him apart directly. Fang Xing's physical wounds stained his soul!

"Haha, who said... I only have the Ancient Saint Dharma?"

Seeing that Fang Xing's life was at stake, there was no fear on his face at this time. Instead, his eyes were gleaming, and he said a sentence with difficulty, which made the whole god of the Night clan stunned. , was ready to kill directly, piercing Fang Xing's heart, but suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and he intuitively felt some extremely dangerous aura coming from Fang Xing's hands!

boom……

Just when Fang Xing said those words, his hand holding the sword of the God of the Night Clan suddenly ignited with a purple flame. The flame was extremely terrifying, and he was not afraid of the God of the Night Clan at all. The night air flowed rapidly along the long sword, and penetrated into the body of the God Son of the Night Clan bit by bit, just like some kind of touch. Based on the God Son of the Night Clan's understanding of the Great Immortal World, he quickly guessed what it was. What is flame... It is the unique power of Tianyuan immortals, representing the true fire of Samadhi to obtain immortality...

This demon is clearly only at the third level of Tribulation Transcendence, but he can actually control the True Fire of Samadhi?

This shock was really quite big, but it was not enough to make him completely lose his bearings, and the night energy burst out instantly.

boom! boom! boom!

The two forces collided, and the Samadhi True Fire couldn't hurt him...

"I once devoured the residual immortal, do you think I haven't refined the True Fire of Samadhi?"

The God Son of the Night Clan was even a little angry in his heart. He roared and screamed, and stabbed down with the long sword in his hand.

He wanted to cut off Fang Xing's life directly, and also cut off the last trace of thought in his heart...

So what if it's the Immortal Flame, it can't help me...

But Fang Xing's next words suddenly made him realize a serious problem!

"I didn't give this fairy flame to you..."

A word that made no sense, instantly made the God of the Night Clan think of many levels, and then he was suddenly shocked and could no longer care about Fang Xing. He retreated hundreds of feet in a hurry, and even the long sword turned into night energy dispersed. , and at this time, above his head, in the sun and moon, that little fairy spirit was already unconscious and existed simply in his fairy body, but here At this time, this little fairy seemed to have suddenly gained some power, and actually had a hint of consciousness of its own!

It’s the true fire of Samadhi!

Samadhi True Fire is another major characteristic of immortals, just like their source of truth!

When I first devoured this remnant immortal, the biggest obstacle was the process of refining his Samadhi True Fire.

But now, this demon has poured the true fire of Samadhi into his body.

The purpose is not to hurt myself, but to enhance the power of that little fairy...

After all, he now relies on the power of the Sun and Moon Divine Pill to barely control this fairy spirit, and strictly speaking, he has not yet refined this fairy spirit. Now that he has received the Samadhi True Fire poured from Fang Xing, It was like a flame on the verge of extinguishing. It suddenly received fire oil, and its vitality suddenly became several times stronger. At this time, the biggest problem for the Son of God of the Night Clan was not to kill Fang Xing, but to suppress it with all his strength, lest this fairy spirit If you start a rebellion, let alone killing people, you won't be able to get any relief...

"Hahahaha, if I can't defeat your fairy spirit, I will make you unable to control it..."

But when the Ye Clan's son of God lost an inch, Fang Xing laughed loudly, and the Hundred Battle Soul Soldier turned into a spear and stabbed him fiercely.

"I have all the methods of saints and immortals. What else can you use to fight me?"