When he learned that a disciple of his sect had been injured by someone from the Ancient Sword Immortal Sect, Fang Wuji was so angry that he forgot to focus on the key point - where the disciples of the Ancient Sword Immortal Sect came back. He just wanted to run to the Ancient Sword Immortal Sect and kill him.
The spirits of those disciples who did not know whether to live or die were scattered.
"Damn it! It's so abominable!"
As his angry voice sounded, a terrifying coercion burst out from him.
Bang.
The entire building in the hall was instantly reduced to powder.
In the palace.
When other elders and disciples saw this, they all started to persuade: "Sect master, calm down!"
"Calm down your anger? Ha! Those little brats from the Ancient Sword Immortal Sect have bullied us. How do you want me to calm down my anger?"
Fang Wuji roared at everyone, and the terrifying spiritual pressure on his body also pressed on everyone.
Everyone: "..."
It’s not like we asked people from the Ancient Sword Immortal Sect to do it, so why are you venting your anger on us?
but.
Everyone dared to think about this in their hearts, but did not dare to say it out loud, especially when Fang Wuji was furious. They all knew that the best way to calm down the sect leader's anger was to treat themselves as dead people and refuse to listen.
No matter what...
really.
After a while.
Fang Wuji calmed down, pointed at one of the disciples and asked: "You just said, where did those brats from the Ancient Sword Immortal Sect come back from?"
"Back to the sect leader, it's... that passage..."
The disciple was called on suddenly and was a little nervous. He also stuttered when answering the questions.
but.
Fang Wuji already understood what he meant, and his face showed anger again: "Huh! A bunch of trash! There are so many people guarding there, but they can't even catch a few people..."
"Sect Master, you can't blame them. It's just that those guys are too weird. They obviously seem to have immortal cultivation, but who knew they could actually explode..."
Some elders couldn't bear it and spoke up to help those disciples.
However.
Before he could finish speaking, Fang Wuji interrupted him: "Trash is trash! Where do all these excuses come from? If they hadn't been too useless, we would have known about the lower realm from the brats of the Ancient Sword Immortal Sect.
The situation has changed. They ruined our sect's important affairs and must be punished. However, considering that they were seriously injured, let's wait until they recover from their injuries before punishing them."
"The lord is wise!"
Now that Fang Wuji has made a decision, others don't dare to say anything even if they can't bear it.
Fang Wuji ignored these sycophants, and just ordered with a cold face: "You must also know that the lord has already received the news of the opening of the channel, and he will arrive here in a month at most.
You immediately send people to the Ancient Sword Immortal Sect to ask for someone. Before that master arrives, I want to know the news at the end of the passage."
"yes!"
Everyone accepted the order and left immediately.
But before they could take two steps, they were stopped by Fang Wuji: "Wait!"
"Sir, lord, do you have any more instructions?"
The leading elder asked.
Fang Wuji waved his hand: "Forget it, let me take the people there myself, so as not to waste your time by not showing up."
Finished.
He quickly took out the transmission talisman, notified more than a hundred disciples in the Xuanxian realm, and led them to gallop towards the mountain gate of the Ancient Sword Immortal Sect. This movement naturally alarmed everyone in Xianlin County.
Other forces.
For a while.
Some are happy, some are sad, and some are doubtful...
certainly.
None of this has anything to do with Wang Teng.
He had no idea that due to the return of the disciples of the Ancient Sword Immortal Sect, the Immortal World was already turbulent. At this time, he was leading a group of Dark Domain cultivators to move the small world in full swing.
Time passed quickly amidst the busyness of everyone.
In a blink of an eye.
Half a month has passed.
In the past half month, Wang Teng and the Dark Domain monks have been busy moving the small worlds. Now, there are no small worlds within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, and the area of the Dark Domain has also expanded by ten times.
More than twice as much.
Even, because those small worlds selected by Wang Teng are all very qualified, the rich spiritual power of the dark realm has once again been raised to a higher level because of their arrival.
for all this.
Wang Teng was very satisfied.
Seeing that Wang Teng did not fly to the gate of the realm immediately after settling the small world this time, Fu Sui couldn't help but asked: "Sir, aren't we going to continue moving the small world?"
"No need for the time being."
Wang Teng said.
There are no qualified small worlds around. Blindly expanding the area of the Dark Realm will not be beneficial to the development of the Dark Realm. On the contrary, those small worlds with low spiritual energy concentration will become a burden to the Dark Realm.
Hearing this, Fu Bing and others breathed a sigh of relief.
You know, for half a month, they have either been transporting the small world or on the way to transport the small world. Even if their cultivation has reached their level, flying around for days without sleep has still exhausted their physical and spiritual power.
People's faces look tired...
Now, they can finally have a good rest.
But then, everyone became melancholy again.
"So, sir, you will be leaving soon?"
Fu Bing was a little reluctant to give up.
Wang Teng nodded: "In three days, I will open the door to the realm again and leave with those who want to go to the fairyland."
Naturally, he could see that everyone was very tired, so these three days were just for them to rest.
Finished.
Seeing that Fu Sui was hesitant to speak, he smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Hahaha, okay, I know you can't bear to leave me, don't worry, I won't forget you. When I get stronger,
After that, I will come back and teach you more powerful Dharma."
"Okay! I will stay here and wait for the young master to return."
Fu Bing nodded solemnly.
…
Three days flew by.
This day.
As soon as the sun came up, tens of thousands of people gathered above the former site of the capital of Beiliang, which is now the central capital. The capital city under their feet was also densely packed with people.
Logically speaking, so many people should be extremely noisy, but what is surprising is that it is very quiet here, no one speaks, they just stare piously at the tallest building in the city.
There is the palace they built for Wang Teng.
Inside the palace.
Wang Teng opened his eyes from practicing, and then flew out of the palace in high spirits, accompanied by Ennian, Kanxi and other monks with whom he had good relations.
As soon as they saw him, everyone immediately became energetic.
"Greetings to Senior Wang Teng!"
The voices of countless people sounded at the same time, deafening.
"Fellow Taoists, there is no need to be polite."
Wang Teng waved his hand, knowing that the people under his feet were here to see them off, so he said a lot of thanks, and after beating the forces that still refused to give up, he took the more than 10,000 people in the void who were planning to leave, Hao
It flew towards the gate of the realm in a mighty manner.