Chapter 108: Fighting
"This... is definitely the top swordsman of the Xuan Sect!"
"Who are you? The monk Sanxiao? The ascetic monk? Or the lay Buddhist Jingxu?"
Cangmingzi and Xuanxuanzi shouted loudly, using all kinds of magic skills without caring about their lives, and adding layer of protection around themselves, as if only in this way could they feel at ease.
As for escaping?
They would not do such a stupid thing. Are they crazy to compete with the sword immortal in sword escape?
"Neither... can you just go die?"
Fang Xian stood in the air, as if preparing to strike again with the sword.
Upon seeing this, Cangmingzi immediately took out his most valuable magic weapon, which was called the 'Xuanyin Jumo Banner'. It was an upgraded version of the Five Demon Banner in Fang Xian's hand and was already a magic weapon with twenty levels of Tiangang restrictions.
At this time, they shook it desperately and chanted the true mantra, and gods and demons jumped out from the banner one after another, guarding the two of them.
Xuan Xuanzi gave up defending and held a gourd, constantly placing lightning beads around the two of them.
This lightning bead is black in color. It is the secret magic thunder of the Nine Sons Mother. It is best at contaminating magic weapons and will explode if touched.
The fact that Fang Xian was able to force the scheming disciples of the Demon Sect to join forces against the enemy showed how much of a shock Fang Xian had brought to them before.
"Not bad. An ordinary Golden Core Sword Immortal really can't defeat you..."
Fang Xian showed a little seriousness, hid the invisible needle in the Nanming Lihuo sword energy, and waved it lightly.
puff!
The sword light that was originally so powerful that it shook the world suddenly became vague.
It slashed through, and the surrounding thunder beads and Xuanyin Jumo Demon Banner did not move at all, but Cangmingzi and Xuanxuanzi were split in half along with their golden elixirs.
"Miss Yu..."
After doing all this, Fang Xian turned around and looked at Yu Nishang.
At this time, Yu Nishang's whole body was glowing with blood. She controlled the blood-flame flying fork and stabbed the last boy on her flying boat to death. It seemed that it was Zheng Yin, and she looked like she was unwilling to die.
After doing all this, she turned around with a smile and said, "I believe you... Since I believe in you, these disciples cannot be kept..."
"good!"
Fang Xian gave Yu Nishang a deep look and said, "Send a signal... If I get what I want and become a True Lord in the future, I will kill those two for you!"
If he could achieve Dharmakāya, killing two Demon Lords would be like killing two dogs.
"It has been sent. In fact, the life lamps of seven true disciples have been extinguished. I am afraid that the Kunlun Demon Palace has been turned upside down. Are you sure you didn't send anything back to them just now?"
"I'm quick..."
Fang Xian said: "Besides... even if something is transmitted back, it won't be me, Yu Xuanji, who will suffer the consequences!"
Yu Nishang: “…”
…
As it turned out, Dharmashang Zhenjun arrived very quickly.
The speed of a Jindan cultivator's escape is about a thousand miles per hour. Fang Xian was entangled with the Seven Sons of the Demon Sect and traveled thousands of miles to the Kunlun Demon Palace, which took him ten hours.
But the pressure from Lord Dharma had already covered the area in less than half an hour!
Yu Nishang had already run away by this time, leaving Fang Xian alone waiting there.
Of course, he was not a fool. He had already used the invisible needle to hide his body and hid aside.
Before long, an overwhelming pressure descended, and a man in a black robe appeared in the air without anyone knowing.
He had a slightly high nose bridge, his skin was sickly pale, and his every move was filled with a strange magic.
"Just as Yu Nishang described, it's Yama Luo!"
Fang Xian's heart moved, and he stared at the man, looking for where the storage bag was hidden.
His own aura was hazy and completely disappeared.
"Who is it? Who killed the seven true disciples of my Demon Palace?"
"Yu Nishang? There's no way this woman could do that. She sent a message saying there's a decent spy? Where is she? Or is she dead too?"
Yamaraja's consciousness subconsciously scanned the surroundings, but unfortunately found nothing.
"It's now!"
Fang Xian felt that he was in a very delicate state at this moment.
Although the body was ready to take action, the mind was calm and there was no intention to take action at all.
Suddenly.
An invisible sword energy emerged from the void and slashed straight at Yama Luo's right hand, the finger wearing a white ancient ring!
Quick! Quick! Quick!
Everything happened faster than I could imagine!
How sharp is the invisible needle? If it were an ordinary flying sword, it might not be able to kill the physical body of this True Lord, but under the invisible sword energy, the finger fell directly, and a figure emerged, snatched the ring and ran away.
"Who dares to hurt me?"
Yama Luo roared, and his finger flew directly to the wound. Tissue granulation grew and healed the wound, and it recovered as before in an instant!
At this stage, the monk is no longer an ordinary flesh and blood body, and there is no such thing as vital points.
This was also the reason why Fang Xian had not thought of launching a surprise attack to kill this man before.
After a successful strike, Fang Xian showed no mercy and fled in the form of sword light.
"Still want to run?"
As Yamaraja roared, a Dharma image instantly appeared.
Dharma-nature is the state of mind. When the mind moves, how fast does it move?
Almost at the moment when Fang Xian succeeded and the severed finger flew back, a Dharma image suddenly appeared between heaven and earth!
No one knew which god or demon this Dharmadhatu was. He stood tall and upright, with dark blue arms sticking out. Countless flesh and blood grew on them, transforming into baby-like arms that kept exploding and merging together, over and over again, forming a giant hand that covered the sky and suddenly fell down!
Boom!
Within a radius of dozens of miles, the land sank and a huge palm print emerged.
Countless cracks continued to extend outward and vibrate...
bite!
A clear sound of sword was heard.
An extremely sharp sword light came out directly from the back of the giant hand that covered the sky and flashed across the sky.
“Ahhh!”
The huge Dharma image was roaring, and the sky was dark and the earth was dim.
But Yama Luo did not pursue, but looked at his palm: "What kind of sword is that, it can hurt my Dharma image?"
Although the Dharmadhatu is not as strong as the Immortal Soul, there are few things in this world that can harm it!
Just now, he felt a sharp pain in his Dharmadhatu hand, as if it was pierced by a needle and his soul was hurt.
After all, the core of the Dharma is the cultivator's soul!
The invisible needle is extremely poisonous and can even harm the soul.
Of course, given the solidity of the Dharmakāya, an ordinary Jindan cultivator would not be able to pierce the skin even with an invisible needle.
But Fang Xian is not an ordinary Jindan cultivator!
And Yama Luo didn't know the power of the invisible needle. He just felt a palpitation coming over him, which made him tremble with fear. It seemed that there was a sign of disaster and danger of death!
Not only that, the needle-hole-sized wound on the Dharmakāya not only could not be healed, but instead had a tendency to get worse!
…
In the sky, Fang Xianren's needle merged into one, and the escape light seemed to be there and not there, like thunder and lightning, and it was away from the battlefield in an instant.
He chose the battlefield at the border of Kunlun region, with the intention of striking once and escaping.
However, he did not expect that he still had to fight hard with Yama Luo's Dharmakaya hand. At this moment, every part of his body was in pain, and there were even cracks on the surface of the Great Sun True Yang Pill!
If it were an ordinary Jindan cultivator, he would have been seriously injured, his foundation of Taoism greatly damaged, and there would be no hope of moving forward!
"Fortunately, it's not my life-giving golden elixir..."
Fang Xian sighed, "It seems that the last sword pushed my energy too much, and my golden elixir couldn't hold on... Eh? Why do I feel like my destiny with the invisible needle has disappeared for the most part?"
"Impossible, unless I avenge Yu Nishang, how could it be possible? Wait...Yanmarao was injured by my invisible needle, which means his soul was injured. It can't be incurable. Will he wail for seven days and seven nights and wait for death? How to treat the soul injury caused by the invisible needle...I don't know..."
"Let's take a look at the Kunlun Demon Palace and tell me the news in seven days... Anyway, I probably can't become a Dharma image, so I can't set foot in this Kunlun area..."
While flying, Fang Xian was still trying to crack the bone ring. At this moment, he suddenly heard a crisp sound. He was immediately delighted and probed his mind.
He ignored everything else and directly found a gourd of 'Nine Netherworld Underworld Water', with a smile on his face: "Well, this trip is finally worthwhile!"
An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he took out the gourd of real water and immediately changed the container.
Immediately, he threw the bone ring away without any reluctance.
What kind of magic power or precious materials can be more important than his elixir?
It's not worth being tracked because of greed!
"After I do this, I'm afraid that the True Lord and the Taoist Lord will immediately plot against me, and even the Hundred Reincarnation Art will not be able to suppress it. The most urgent thing is to form a pill immediately and use the power of reincarnation to disrupt my own destiny!"
