Immortal Emperor God Zun

Chapter 35 The Western Half God and the Eastern Half Immortal
"Among the 33 people, there are three from the seventh realm of the mortal world, 11 from the sixth realm, and 19 from the fifth realm!" Fang Shuo estimated the strength of the 33 people behind him, and he couldn't figure out why they knew that he was going out to recruit disciples today.

"And the strength of these people seems to be just enough to intercept and kill me. It seems very strange!"

Fang Shuo ran for dozens of miles in a blink of an eye, thinking about what happened during this period, and he faintly guessed an answer: "Chen Ming asked me to compete and learned part of my combat strength. The apprentices are all disciples of the mortal five realms, and Shangguanying and I are exceptions. She may have gone through the back door, but here..."

"Mo Tian!"

Gradually, Fang Shuo's face became colder and colder, and a name appeared in his mind, lingering.

"Fang Shuo, we have already blocked your way back to the sect. The more you run away, the closer you get to the Slanting Moon Sect, and I generally know your combat power. Now you are kneeling down and begging for mercy. I will consider leaving your body alive! "

Behind him, Wang Renchong sneered. In his opinion, Fang Shuo was already a corpse.

"My real strength, maybe you don't know!"

In vain, Fang Shuo stopped his figure, and the time banner waved backwards, and the shadows of the banners overlapped one after another. During this time, countless formations rotated, formed cuts, and criss-crossed.

"Ah, my Shouyuan!"

The screams reminded me that the lifespans of the four mortal and five-level monks were directly taken away for 20 years. Almost at the same time, the Wanfu lotus appeared, and 21 sword blades were divided into four parts, strangling the four of them in an instant.

"Block those lotus blades!"

A mortal seven-level monk roared, but it was too late. The heads of the four monks flew high, blood gushed, and fell towards the ground, and their bodies were separated.

Blocking the crowd for more than ten breaths, Fang Shuo galloped away again. Wang Renchong's eyes were full of murderous intent. Unexpectedly, Fang Shuo dared to kill people under his nose, and he killed four people in a row.

"Follow me, this son will die today. It seems that I despise him, but no matter where he flees, it is useless."

With a cold smile, Wang Renchong led 28 people and continued to chase and kill them.As time went by, Fang Shuo had distanced himself a lot from them, but when Wang Renchong, he got closer and closer to him.

"Fang Shuo, you really surprised me, but I think they still think highly of you, because killing you by myself is like killing a dog!"

While Wang Renchong was speaking, he raised his big hand, and an imaginary big hand suddenly appeared in the air, pressing on Fang Shuo in front of him.

Fang Shuo, who was galloping, felt a strong force behind him instantly press down, and when he turned around, the illusory big hand had already reached the top of his head.

"Flame Armor!"

Fang Shuo snorted coldly, the flaming armor appeared, but under the pressure of his big hand, the flaming armor suddenly deformed, and it collapsed after only holding on for three breaths.

boom!
The big hand pressed down without resistance, but stopped half a foot above Fang Shuo's head.But Fang Shuo punched out with all his strength, and collided with the big hand.

One punch and one palm, standing still in the high sky, but two invisible forces roared, and the surrounding space actually made a buzzing sound, as if it could not bear the impact of this force and was about to shatter.

boom!
The big hand dissipated, Fang Shuo's body sank sharply, and a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably.

"I said, killing you is like slaughtering a dog!"

Wang Renchong laughed loudly, and chased down quickly. He had an extra pitch-black ax in his hand, and with a strong black light, he chopped down Fang Shuo's head.

"Go to hell, all your creations will belong to me!"

This battle ax was Wang Renchong's famous magic weapon. It was called Tushen. It didn't have a trace of magic power, but it was as strong as divine iron. With one ax, the psychic cultivator was chopped down, and his body was still destroyed.

"Ancient Yuan Ziji Dao belongs to Fang Shuo's Gu Yuan Ziji Dao!"

Seeing the tomahawk approaching, Fang Shuo let out a loud roar. Gu Yuan Ziji Dao was cast, and a huge picture scroll of starry sky appeared below him. The killing intent filled the starry sky, and countless corpses were floating. Among the countless corpses, a thousand-foot giant suddenly He opened his eyes.

His unbelievably thick arms slowly protruded from the starry sky as his eyes opened, and he held the battle ax in the palm of his hand, and disappeared after a tug.

"Wang Renchong, thank you!"

Fang Shuo's heart was beating wildly. He could imagine that as long as the chopping ax touched the fur just now, there would be no possibility of him surviving. However, his research on the ancient Yuan Ziji Dao is not as raw as it was when he just came out of the Dark Tomb Swamp.

He can use the ancient battlefield copied in Gu Yuan Ziji Dao!

"Little bastard, give me back my tomahawk!"

Wang Renchong's eyes were red, and he couldn't sense the existence of the God-slaying battle ax in just a moment. This made him anxious, but at the same time, his killing intent towards Fang Shuo was overwhelming.

Fang Shuo ignored it completely, but ran wildly again, because 28 people had already arrived behind him, so he had no choice but to run away.

Chasing all the way, Fang Shuo killed five more people, but they still did not give up. It seemed that no matter how strong Fang Shuo was, they were capable of killing him.

"They have nothing to worry about. They should have cards besides the three mortals and seven!"

Three hours later, Fang Shuo flew between two high mountains. The two mountains were extremely steep, separated by only tens of feet, and looked like a line of sky from a distance.

There were countless roars behind him, and Fang Shuo galloped all the way, his spiritual power gradually showing signs of exhaustion.At this moment, he felt the difference in one of the mountains.

On the top of the high mountain on the right, two old men with white beard and hair were playing chess. One of them was beaming with joy, while the other was scratching his head and his face was ugly.

Suddenly, the ugly-faced old man blew his beard and said angrily: "It doesn't count, I was disturbed by these children's riots, let's play another round, I don't believe that I, the western half god, can't beat you, the eastern half immortal!"

"You're kidding me, Dong Banxian. I've always been the only one who can cheat on my debts. Don't think about anyone else. Bring me a distraction pill!"

It turned out that these two old men, one was a god in the west, and the other was an immortal in the east.

Dong Banxian's face darkened, and he stretched out his hand, as if I would not give up until you brought it.

"Wait, look at that kid who was hunted down." Xi Banshen waved his hand, but stared straight at Fang Shuo who was galloping desperately, his eyes brightened.

Dong Banxian was skeptical, and cast his eyes on Fang Shuo, with the same bright eyes, tremblingly said: "He, he is actually a fellow practitioner of immortals and gods!"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that there are immortals and gods in the world. In order to compete for disciples, you basically kill what you accept, and you kill what I accept. As a result, neither party has even a single disciple. I think this kid has a good foundation. Or, if I teach him spiritual cultivation and you teach him immortal cultivation, we will naturally know who is better."

Xi Demigod shook his head intoxicated, as if he had thought of a brilliant idea, he suddenly laughed wildly, the strange thing is, his wild laughter almost shook the world, but all the monks between the two mountains, including Fang Shuo, did not Heard nothing.

(End of this chapter)