Feng Bingwen slapped away a group of ghosts gathered together, destroyed a ghost nest, and then slipped out a round black cocoon. He took out a three-foot breeze with his backhand, and with a slight stroke, a line of like...
The weak and boneless figure fell from it, exuding a weak and almost non-existent vitality.
"again!"
After taking a look at the Netherworld Taoist cultivator who was hiding in the ghost nest with the secret technique of suspended animation and still alive to this day, Feng Bingwen didn't bother to wake up and communicate with her. He casually injected a stream of Yimu Qing Qi into her body.
Then he threw her into the blessed land, and the group of Netherworld disciples who had been rescued by him would help deal with it.
"When did this happen?"
"How do I know this?"
Yuxu Immortal Cauldron replied angrily, and then became a little uncertain again.
"About when I asked you if you wanted to be the Taoist Master of the Netherworld?"
"So you're just talking nonsense to me? And since you've already sensed it, why didn't you tell me, which made me always worried!"
Hearing this, Feng Bingwen started to curse again. If he had known that there was a big boss above his head, how could he still be so scrupulous? He also needed to restrain his strength from time to time to avoid attracting underworld beasts that were too strong for him to deal with.
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"What can I tell you about this? I don't think you're having fun killing here? It's a good thing to be wary. What if my master is here? He's fighting with others right now, and I don't have the extra energy to care about you!
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"So what's the situation now? Have all the immortals in the Netherworld been suppressed?"
Feng Bingwen hurriedly asked, even though he had been struggling for so long, if the big boss from Taishangdao didn't do his best, he would do whatever he wanted, and everything would be just a futile struggle.
"Why are you anxious? We are still in the middle of a battle, but I can tell you clearly that even if my master cannot calm down the Netherworld Dao, he can still retreat calmly!"
Yuxu Immortal Cauldron said firmly.
"Where do you get such confidence?"
Feng Bingwen was immediately surprised. Chunyang Taoist master was so famous that he was not an ordinary person at his level. But if he really reached that level of cultivation, would there be mediocre people?
There must be no one. One against two, one against three, Feng Bingwen will have full confidence in this Taoist master. But how can there be only two or three golden immortals in Netherworld Dao, who are determined to open up the vast foundation of Netherworld Immortal Dao?
Not that shallow.
"It's not that I have confidence, the master has brought the Immortal Killing Sword Formation here!"
"Immortal Killing Sword Formation!?"
Feng Bingwen's eyes widened. For immortals, this was also a legendary sword killing formation. In the immortal sword formation, immortality was a joke.
"That's right! It's been laid out above. If my senses are correct, there should be an old guy missing!"
"What do you mean gone?"
Feng Bingwen's breathing became a little heavy.
"It's gone, it's gone. There is no trace left in this world."
"this……"
Feng Bingwen was greatly shocked, but he couldn't help but ask again,
"Is the person who was killed by the Immortal Killing Sword Formation the Golden Immortal?"
"Of course it is. If it was a fairy, my master would have passed away with just a slap. Why bother?"
"It turns out that even golden immortals will die. After thousands of years of hard work, they will all come to nothing in one day!"
After receiving this news, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but feel a little sad. He was excited and a little sad at the same time.
It’s probably like the rabbit dies and the fox is sad, and things harm their own kind!
A spiritual seeker who had gone very far on the path of spiritual pursuit, and had even touched the pinnacle of this world, fell down.
This is extremely shocking to Feng Bingwen, who is still in the Dongxuan realm. The goal he set for himself in his initial practice was to become a heavenly immortal. Cultivating the Taoist Fruit of Immortality would satisfy his wish to travel to Cangwu and the sea at dusk.
desire.
But now, Feng Bingwen suddenly knew that even the Golden Immortal, who was one level higher than the Heavenly Immortal, would also fall and would not be able to escape when encountering a murderous calamity.
So the heavenly immortal status he pursues is nothing compared to it. Facing the most powerful person in the world, hearing the meaning of the words of the Yuxu Immortal Cauldron is just a slap in the face.
"Little Feng, what are you thinking about? Why have you suddenly become so depressed? Are there still Netherworld disciples waiting for your rescue? Hurry up and save people and complete your plan.
At that time, you will be able to pretend to be powerful and control the Netherworld as a human immortal. Think about how majestic this is. Even if you look forward to ten thousand years, and if you look at ten thousand years in the future, there may not be a monk like you.
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Probably because he knew that his backer was right above his head, the Yuxu Immortal Cauldron was also particularly excited at this moment, motivating Feng Bingwen.
"I'm thinking about immortality! How can I truly live forever?"
"Real immortality? Mr. Feng, what nonsense are you talking about? If you want to seek immortality, just cultivate to become a heavenly immortal in a step-by-step manner, and survive three disasters and nine tribulations honestly, and then you can prepare to be promoted to a golden immortal!"
Yuxu Immortal Cauldron heard Feng Bingwen's words and immediately responded angrily.
"But after cultivating to become immortals, the so-called immortality is just a slap in the face to your master. What is the use of cultivating such immortality?"
"Don't say this to me. When you return to the mountain gate, find your master and discuss it with a few fellow disciples. I think your master should give you a palm to let you understand the use of immortality!"
"My master may not be my opponent!"
Hearing this, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but touch his chin, and then said with some uncertainty.
"Tsk, boy, you're drifting!"
"It's just facts!"
"Then remember what you said. I will complain to your master when the time comes. Don't blame me!"
"Don't be a son of a man!"
"I am just an object, not a human being!"
"Pooh!"
"Okay, when you recover, go rescue people as soon as possible. Don't feel sad about the spring and autumn here. It makes my teeth sore. I want to express my feelings until you reach the level of immortality. As for my master, a person like you, you
Do you think you can see it if you want to meet it? Even if I meet you, I don't even bother to look at you. Who do you think you are?"
"That's right!"
Feng Bingwen laughed in agreement, but he was noncommittal about what Yuxu Immortal Cauldron said.
Compared with the Chunyang Taoist masters among the innate gods he met, it was difficult for him to judge which ones were stronger or weaker.
After all, although he has seen the former, he can't see the details clearly. The gap is too big. As for the latter, up to now, he has only heard of his name. As for the person, he has never seen him.
There is no way to compare.
But one thing he can be sure of is that these existences are all at the same level, a realm that he can only look up to and cannot reach at the moment.
When he first came into contact with the innate god-man, he had just experienced some supernatural powers and had not yet started practicing.
Therefore, inferring from this, he will have a lot of opportunities to come into contact with those supreme beings in the world. Looking at it this way, the cultivation level of the immortals is not safe at all, and the so-called immortality fruit is not fragrant at all.
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"Feng Boy, charge!"
Feng Bingwen continued his great mission of rescuing people, but as one Netherworld disciple after another was rescued by him and stuffed into the blessed land. When the number approached three hundred, he gradually discovered that something was wrong.
Because now in this underworld, there is more than one immortal who is rescuing people. Even the number of famous wild beasts that originally traveled between the mountains, rivers, basins and hills and flew in the sky are much smaller.
Come on, the roar echoing between heaven and earth is about to disappear.
"It's almost over!"
Watching the sky being torn apart, and another immortal descending from the torn sky, Feng Bingwen stopped and stopped fighting with these immortals from the Netherworld Dao who had delayed their arrival in a hurry for some unknown reason.
"It looks like it's going to be soon, Mr. Feng, are you ready? I think you will soon become the most powerful official in Netherworld Road!"
"What is the most powerful minister? What nonsense are you talking about? This is not a secular country!"
"The meaning is the same, very different!"
Yuxu Immortal Cauldron and Feng Bingwen quarreled and saw rays of fairy light intertwining and filling the sky, gradually dispelling the dark clouds that had been hovering over this underworld.
The changing celestial phenomena made the surviving disciples of the Netherworld Dao who had not yet been rescued feel at ease, while the ghosts of the Netherworld that had been wandering and wreaking havoc trembled in fear of them, looking for dark and hidden places to hide, and did not dare to show their faces again.
"Feng Daozi!"
A shout came from behind, Feng Bingwen turned his head and looked, and immediately saw in the distant sky, a majestic flying boat, like a city leaning on the sky, slowly moving forward.
And among this vast flying magic weapon, there was a great immortal who was extremely small in comparison but had a particularly strong sense of presence, waving to Feng Bingwen.
"Win Luo Immortal Lord!"
Feng Bingwen recognized this Emperor Immortal at a glance. After all, the beard was too conspicuous and iconic.
But Feng Bingwen had just set out to meet him, when he suddenly felt that the Yuxu Immortal Cauldron, which had been immersed in his dantian, suddenly bloomed with unprecedented brilliance.
Immortal light flowed out from his abdomen and instantly filled his body. It tore the void apart in an instant, carrying him into it and heading towards the unknown void.
Immortal Lord Yingluo, who suddenly saw such a change, raised his hand and wanted to do something, but he quickly sensed it. Immediately, he respectfully arranged his robes, bowed, and then directed the towering people under his feet.
The flying boat in the empty city turned around and went about its own business.
In the hidden void, Feng Bingwen, who was enveloped by the fairy light, quickly regained his composure after his initial shock.
"Your master wants to summon me?"
"Clever! How did you guess it?"
"If it weren't for your master's orders, would you be willing to spend so much money?"
"Of course I don't want to. Didn't you see the scars on my body? But when the master is here, these scars will be nothing!"
In just a few words, Feng Bingwen was enveloped by the fairy light and arrived at a vast and boundless land of nothingness. Everything he could see from above and below was chaos.
"Boy, what are you looking at? Why don't you come forward quickly and salute? Do you want me to teach you about this kind of thing?"
Before Feng Bingwen could take a second look, the sound of hating iron could not be made into steel resounded in his heart. Feng Bingwen was startled, and soon he saw an appearance-less person sitting cross-legged in the seemingly boundless chaos.
Astonishingly mediocre Taoist.
"Disciple Feng Bingwen, pays homage to Chunyang Taoist Master!"
Although he didn't feel any pressure, Feng Bingwen knew what he was doing, so he stepped steadily into the chaos-filled void, and then knelt down and bowed before him.
To him, Tao Zun's disciple is a being at the level of his ancestors. Considering the cultivation he received from Tai Shang Dao and the many resources he obtained from Tai Shang Dao, this bow is a matter of course.
And when his voice echoed in the void, Feng Bingwen suddenly felt a pair of dull eyes falling on him. Although this gaze gave him a gentle feeling, Feng Bingwen also felt a kind of warmth all over him at that moment.
The feeling of being seen through.
This is definitely not an illusion. Feng Bingwen knows that when a low-level monk faces a high-level monk, he really can't hide any secrets in his body.
At this moment, even Feng Bingwen was a little nervous. He couldn't help but imagine what would happen if the existence of the Heavenly Book was discovered by the Chunyang Taoist in front of him?
But if you think about it carefully, even if you are discovered, it doesn't seem to matter. After all, the other party should have reached the limit of what the world can tolerate, and the heavenly book that will respond to both good and evil deeds, what use is it to it?
"good!"
For a moment, a thousand-year trance arose in his heart, and Feng Bingwen didn't know how long it took before he finally heard a voice that sounded elegant and gentle.
"Get up!"
Feng Bingwen stood up obediently and found that the gentle gaze of the Taoist sitting cross-legged in the chaos was still on him.
But Feng Bingwen felt that although the unassuming Chunyang Taoist in front of him was looking at him, his eyes followed the mysterious connection and landed on his eldest disciple, or perhaps
It was because he had seen through his blessed land.
After a long period of calm, Feng Bingwen felt a little uncomfortable, but he did not dare to speak rashly, so he looked around cautiously from the corner of his eye, but he caught a glimpse of several swords inserted randomly behind the Taoist priest's back.
There were still blood stains on the blades of some of the swords that had not yet dried up. They did not emit any special aura or slight pressure, but when Feng Bingwen saw the blood stains, he still felt a sense of panic.
"Come!"
There seemed to be no concept of time here. Feng Bingwen also felt that he had lost the perception of time. Chunyang Taoist Master looked at him for an unknown amount of time, then raised his palm and made a slight move. A ray of fairy light suddenly appeared from his Dantian.
It shot out and fell into the broad palm with slender and powerful fingers.
"master!"
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but bared his teeth in a flattering voice. He couldn't help but glance at the small broken cauldron that fell on the Tao Master's palm. The palm print on it was still clearly visible.
"No problem!"
A faint voice sounded, and then Feng Bingwen looked at the traces on the small broken cauldron, dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye until they disappeared.