"Is the sword's intention strong?"

"Nascent Soul Sword Lord?"

"There is actually a Nascent Soul Sword Master sneaking into Linlang Paradise? This is impossible..."

"I know this person... he seems to be Feng Shangren, an ordinary mid-level alchemy cultivator... why did he suddenly become the Nascent Soul Sword Lord?"

Bai Xiaosheng watched all this, his expression gradually becoming dull...

…

Other monks in the late stage of Dan formation were horrified and tried to stay away from this extremely vicious man.

How famous are the Six Demonic Heroes? This man killed two of them with two swords!

What Nascent Soul Seed, the majesty of the Nascent Soul sect was simply thrown to the ground and stepped on.

Yu Zhenzi's eyelids jumped as she looked at Fang Xing who was collecting the 'Blood God Banner' and taking out the Divine Infant Fruit from the Blood Yuanzi storage bag.

He flew away some distance, guarded an escape route, and made a secret gesture with his hands.

The soul-killing demonic flames surged, like a fire dragon, surrounding him, and three black shields emerged to protect the surroundings.

Holding the bow of gods and demons in his hand, he barely felt a sense of security: 'This person... is simply in danger of mountains and rivers...'

Yu Zhenzi saw clearly that no matter what the situation of this person was, there was no doubt that he was able to display the strength of Yuanying in Linlang Blessed Land. This was a Yuanying Sword Lord!

What is even more disgusting is that as long as this person opens his mouth, both good and evil will show off and give up a Divine Infant Fruit.

But this person just wanted to hide and wait until the good and the evil had a big fight and almost both sides were injured before taking action.

Obviously, the other party is not interested in one or two divine infant fruits, but wants to make a circle!

This is almost impossible.

Ever since Linlang Paradise was opened, no alchemy monk has been able to crush it.

Not even Tamako Makoto can do it!

In fact, even if the True Monarch Nascent Soul shows such intention, the ten disciples of good and evil who are blocked in their path will fight tooth and nail!

Of course, if Fang Xing swore that he only needed one or two, maybe they would hold their noses and admit it.

After all, although joining forces should be able to defeat a True Lord Nascent Soul, no one wants to use up their cards and become the ‘price’!

But now... the situation is different again.

Both good and evil have almost exhausted their cards, Zhengdao has even run away, and Xiaoyaohou will not come back to participate in Muddy Waters.

Even for those casual cultivators in the late stage of pill formation, it is more promising to rob Xiaoyaohou and the nameless body cultivator than to fight to the death with True Lord Yuanying.

"Does this True Lord Nascent Soul want to monopolize the remaining Divine Infant Fruit? Aren't you afraid of offending me, good and evil?"

Yu Zhenzi looked extremely solemn and shouted in a deep voice.

"I'm offended, so what?"

Fang Xing laughed loudly: "I have no children, no relatives, no friends... The most important thing is, do you know who I am?"

Bai Xiaoshu suddenly felt his scalp tightening: "This senior is really humorous... He actually stole my words..."

Yuzhenzi let out a long breath.

Although he couldn't figure out why Yuanying Zhenjun could enter Linlang Blessed Land.

Even a fake baby is impossible!

The Wanxiang Sect has a method of making fake babies, which can be refined more than once in history. Naturally, they tried to make Linlang Paradise, but failed shamefully.

He only knew that if he didn't take action, he would completely miss the opportunity of Nascent Soul this time!

'This person is so insidious. Now even if I go to Zhengqizi to join forces, I will not be his opponent...'

'If we wait until our side is completely wiped out, he can easily kill the remaining three Zhengdao disciples with one sword... No, Zhengqizi may not dare to come and get the last Divine Infant Fruit as promised after receiving the news!'

Yu Zhenzi looked helpless and could only watch as another divine infant fruit melon fell off its ripe stem and was pocketed by Fang Xing.

This time, none of the alchemy monks dared to take action, they all watched helplessly.

"Not bad, not bad..."

Fang Xing took this Divine Infant Fruit and was very excited.

‘Including the one for me, there are three...’

‘This time there are six Divine Infant Fruits in the Nine-Yuan Infant Transformation Vine. I can’t go overboard with five, right?’

'I even left one for them!'

'With five bases, I will go back and study the art of alchemy. When my golden elixir is complete, I can use the Wanhua Cauldron to refine at least one elixir, right?'

The reason why he planned to take a few more pills was because he was not confident in his alchemy skills.

Moreover, even if you don't use so much, it would be worth an old nose spirit stone if you sell it.

After all, this is an opportunity to condense the infant. Even if you don't refine the 'Ningying Pill', eating it raw will have some effect in assisting in condensing the Nascent Soul.

Of course, doing so would be a waste of natural resources and would be like a thunderbolt from the sky.

All in all, even within the circle of True Lord Nascent Soul, the Divine Infant Fruit is a top-notch luxury product.

If it weren't for the special environment of Linlang Paradise, Fang Xing, even if he was the Nascent Soul Sword Master, would have died if he risked serious injuries to grab one.

Now that God has given us this opportunity, we naturally want to make a lot of money, so we can’t be lenient.

Anyway, taking one would offend other Nascent Soul forces to death, and taking five would offend them to death.

Then just be quick and get five!

Fang Xing didn't move, and other monks didn't dare to move either.

He could only watch helplessly as the fifth Divine Infant Fruit matured and was pocketed by Fang Xing.

'what to do?'

'Only the last one left...'

'I contacted Zhengqizi secretly, but Zhengqizi ignored me at all...'

Yu Zhenzi watched Fang Xing put the Divine Infant Fruit into his bag easily, as if he was watching his Nascent Soul disappearing away.

The pain and suffering in my heart is simply ten times or a hundred times more severe than the inner demon calamity when I formed the elixir!

"I am the Immortal Golden Pill. Even if I don't rely on the Soul Condensing Soul, I still have a 10% chance of condensing the Nascent Soul. But failure means death!"

The difficulty of condensing the Nascent Soul is ten times, a hundred times more difficult than refining the immortal golden elixir!

Even he is not very sure.

Of course, Ziyang Clan still has some Ningying resources, but they cannot all be piled on him alone, otherwise if it fails, it will be like crying without tears.

This is a painful lesson in the world of spiritual practice.

‘Without the Divine Infant Fruit, the various resources I obtained from the door would only add up to 10 to 20% more hope for the Ningying...’

‘If there is a Soul Condensing Pill, the probability of me condensing a Nascent Soul is more than 50%... This is a battle between great avenues.’

As soon as he thought about this, Yu Zhenzi immediately said: "Senior... I only want one Divine Infant Fruit, so please show me your noble hand..."

While talking, he secretly transmitted his spiritual consciousness, and asked several late-stage pill-forming monks from the Demon Sect to approach him and prepare to form a formation.

"Too many little tricks."

Fang Xing didn't even bother to listen to this man's explanation, so he immediately slashed out with his sword!

call out!

The hall is full of flowers and three thousand guests are drunk, and the light of a sword chills nineteen states!

The mighty sword intent filled the sky, arousing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, like the Yangtze River, surging and surging, almost drowning 'Yu Zhenzi'.

The few old demons in the late stage of pill-formation who were close by were slightly aroused by the sword intent. They didn't even scream, and they immediately turned into corpses and fell from the air.

The gap between Nascent Soul and Jie Dan is like a chasm!

"Huh? He's still alive...not bad, really good."

After the sword strike, Fang Xing looked at Yu Zhenzi.

Although Yu Zhenzi was a little embarrassed, and several magical shields in front of him were blown to pieces, the soul-destroying demonic flames were still burning brightly.

At this time, he did not know what kind of secret technique he had cast, and two small green horns grew out of his head, like an evil ghost coming to the world.

At the same time, the magic power in Yuzhenzi also began to surge and fluctuate, exceeding the limit of perfect golden elixir...

"With the increased mana of the 'Divine Horn Transformation Yuan Jue', coupled with the divine and demonic bows, and the soul-destroying demonic flames... it is already possible to injure the early Yuanying monks. After the senior leaves the blessed land, there is a high probability that he will have to face me."

True Lord Nascent Soul of the Demonic Path, why don’t you think about it?”

Yuzhenzi opened the bow of the gods and demons, opened his mouth, and a jet-black soul-killing demonic flame quickly fell on the bow string, turning into a jet-black arrow.

Different from the previous two flaming arrows, this black rocket arrow has all its power restrained, as if it were substantial.

Wow!

At this moment, the last Divine Infant Fruit suddenly fell.

"Man perishes for wealth, and birds perish for food..."

Fang Xing flicked his sleeves lightly, and a cyan light shield immediately appeared, covering his whole body.

The jet-black arrow appeared in front of him, as if cutting through the void, and was blocked by the 'Qingyang Shield'.

On top of the pitch-black arrows, a large amount of pitch-black flames burned blazingly, causing a terrifying depression to appear on the 'Qingyang Shield'.

"Huh? Once such an attack hits, it is indeed possible to severely damage the early stage monks of Yuanying. It is even more amazing when it is executed by a golden elixir monk."

Fang Xing sighed in admiration, and an ancient bronze lamp appeared in his hand.

As soon as the Ten Thousand Magic Ghost Infant in his body moved, the majestic Nascent Soul mana was injected into the Qingyang Magic Lamp, making the Qingyang Mask become thicker and thicker.

Not only that, Fang Xing even flicked out some of the cyan lanterns on the Qingyang Magic Lantern.

raging!

The cyan lantern suddenly turned into a ball of cyan flame the size of a head, fell on the surface of the Qingyang Cover, and devoured each other with the Soul-Destroying Demonic Flame.

These two are famous spiritual fires in the magic world, and now they are somewhat evenly matched.

The cyan and black flames intertwined, and gradually a hint of dark green appeared, and then both extinguished...

"What?"

When Yu Zhenzi saw this scene, he was immediately shocked: "Aren't you a swordsman? Why do you still use defensive spiritual treasures?"

Isn’t it true that the sword cultivator only cares about love and swords, but his defense is weak?

What's more, this 'Qingyang Magic Lamp' and the 'Qingyang Magic Fire' that comes with it are very famous. After all, spiritual treasures are limited, and even a large Nascent Soul sect may only have one or two.

Yuzhenzi knew that this Qingyang Magic Lantern originally belonged to the Wanxiang Sect, but later disappeared when the Lord of the Wind Division died in battle...

Unexpectedly, when he appeared again, he would be here!

A Nascent Soul Lord uses a defensive spirit treasure. He uses his head to break the defense?

As soon as he thought of this, Yu Zhenzi immediately turned around and rushed towards the restricted passage behind.

But what is faster than him is Fang Xing’s sword!

He raised his hand and struck a sword. The sword intention was like the Yangtze River. It was a means of making the sword power powerful!

The sword light was brilliant and brilliant... and drowned Yu Zhenzi.

The next moment, all the defensive magic weapons and talismans on this golden elixir monk exploded.

He himself also fell into the net of sword energy and was cut into pieces by countless whizzing sword lights.

After the sword light dissipated, only a black flame the size of a fist was left on the spot.

This is the original fire of the ‘Soul-Destroying Demonic Flame’!

"Um?"

Fang Xing silently sheathed his sword, but his spiritual consciousness had a different feeling: "It seems that he is not dead yet... However, under my fourth-level swordsmanship, death is still going to happen..."

…

The divine infant hangs hundreds of miles away.

In a secret cave.

A young man with a pale face and a black robe suddenly held his head: "Ah... I... I'm dead?"

He fell to the ground and rolled his eyes.

I don’t know how much time had passed before ‘Yamako’ stood up with a trace of resentment on her face: “You actually forced me to use the ‘Li Daitao Zombie Technique’…”

This magical secret technique can be called the supreme magical power to save life. It needs to refine a 'disaster body' first as a backup.

Within a period of time, as long as the deity dies, the soul can be transferred to the 'disaster body'.

Of course, this kind of heaven-defying technique has many limitations.

For example, learning is very difficult, and ‘Tamako’ is not very knowledgeable in this technique and can only maintain this technique for about a month.

In other words, if he is fine after a month, then this 'disaster body' will be useless and will need to be found and refined.

More importantly... there needs to be a certain distance between the deity and the disaster body, otherwise this technique will also be ineffective.

Yu Zhenzi's current attainments can barely extend the range to within two hundred miles.

No matter how far it is, this secret technique will have no effect.

"Damn it...that Nascent Soul Sword Master, I will never let go of him!"

Yu Zhenzi checked his body and couldn't help but his face was as dark as water.

This time, if you fall into trouble, your vitality will be severely damaged and your cultivation will regress, which is a matter of course.

It may even delay your own Nascent Soul condensation!

But under those circumstances, being able to save one's life is already extraordinary.

"That sword..."

Yu Zhenzi recalled the moment of his death, and a touch of fear and shock appeared in his eyes.

Yuanying Sword Lord’s methods far exceeded his imagination!

Suddenly, Yu Zhenzi felt a sharp force coming towards his face.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, a sword light suddenly lit up!

"Is this... sword intention? It's like gangrene attached to the bone?"

"ah!"

Inside the cave, a scream suddenly came out!

…

On the Shenying Cliff.

The last divine infant fruit slowly fell.

But in the crowd of alchemy monks, no one dared to come forward to fight.

Let Fang Xing transform into a big cyan hand and pocket the countless red Divine Infant Fruits of the cultivators who have completed the formation of pills...

He ejected countless sword threads and began to clean the battlefield. The dead were all late-stage elixir-forming monks. The storage bag was very valuable and contained a large number of spiritual herbs from Linlang Paradise...

After a moment, Fang Xing made a move with his sleeves, trying to put away the ball of 'soul-destroying demonic flames'.

"Huh?"

As soon as he took out a jade box, he saw that the jade box had a tendency to melt even before it got close to the dark demonic fire.

When he put the flame into it, the entire jade box suddenly exploded.

"Sure enough, the fourth-level demonic fire is so intense that it cannot be carried by ordinary items."

Fang Xing thought for a while, then fired a burst of magic power and landed on the Qingyang Magic Lantern.

The lamp suddenly shined brightly, and countless bronze runes flickered, like chains, bound to the fist-sized jet-black demonic fire.

The Soul-Destroying Demonic Flame trembled, and then was driven into a large number of bronze runes, and its size continued to shrink.

From the size of a fist, it became the size of a pigeon egg, and then the size of a soybean.

A black flame the size of a soybean sank into the 'Qingyang Magic Lamp' and burned slowly.

"Sure enough, with the power of this spiritual treasure, it is enough to contain the fourth-level magic fire..."

Fang Xing felt happy in his heart: "Even the Qingyang Demonic Fire and the Soul-Destroying Demonic Flame are both fourth-level spiritual fires of the demonic path. I wonder if they can be fused to increase their power?"
Chapter completed!