After Fang Ling came out of the Chuan tribe, he headed north without stopping for a moment.
He almost destroyed the entire Chuan clan. You can imagine how angry Chuan Ning must be.
Therefore, the only thing he has to do now is to escape, as far away as possible.
He used the Divine Walk without any regard for consumption, and traveled at extreme speed for three days and three nights!
He left the Miao territory as quickly as possible, crossed the wilderness, and returned to the Blood Depression.
More than three years have passed since he went south.
Today's Blood Depression has long since changed drastically and has completely become the territory of the Tianluo Sect.
Tianqing City, which was originally not part of the Upper Nine Cities, has now become the most prosperous place in the Blood Depression.
Today, the main altar of Tianluo Sect is located in Tianqing City.
As soon as the Nether Beast sensed his breath, it immediately came out and rubbed its head against him so intimately.
Three years have passed, and the Netherworld Beast is still at the early stage of Yuheng.
For demons, the speed of strength improvement is quite slow, and it is normal for there to be no change in three years.
"See the leader!" At this time, Mr. Mo and others also showed up.
Compared to the Netherworld Beasts, they have made greater progress.
Especially Mr. Mo and Feng Feiyan, who were transformed by blood crystals.
Mr. Mo got an unknown opportunity and broke through the realm of Tianquan and reached the early stage of Yuheng.
Feng Feiyan, on the other hand, broke through a small level and reached the Great Perfection of Tianquan Realm.
"I haven't seen you for three years, and the leader's demeanor is even better than before!" Mr. Mo praised.
Fang Ling smiled slightly: "You haven't let me down, your strength has improved a lot."
"But now is not the time for small talk. I have provoked a very strong enemy. Please call all the disciples here as soon as possible."
"I'll send you to a safe place first to avoid the limelight."
"By the way, ask everyone to bring their families with them, so that there will be no worries."
With the power of Tiandao Sect, sooner or later his relationship with Tianluo Sect will be found out.
After all, he spent some effort on them and didn't want them to just become cannon fodder.
After hearing this, Mr. Mo and others quickly retreated and went to summon their subordinates.
The next day, one million monks gathered around him, together with their families, a total of nearly two million people.
Although there are many people, it is nothing to Tianqing City, which has been expanded once.
This city can now accommodate at least tens of millions of people.
When he left three years ago, the congregation numbered just over 100,000.
Now three years have passed and the Tianluo Sect has more than one million disciples.
This is the reason why Mr. Mo and others intend to control the scale of Tianluo Sect and strictly examine and control the disciples who join the sect.
If not, the Tianluo Sect today would have at least five million members.
But compared to the five million mob, Fang Ling preferred the one million elites in front of him.
"Greetings to the leader!" Millions of monks knelt down in unison.
The killings that Fang Ling committed in the Blood Depression are still frightening to this day.
These members of the congregation who joined later were filled with respect and fear.
"No courtesy!" Fang Ling said calmly.
"Since you are willing to follow me, I will give you the opportunity."
"Next, I will send you to a place where there are massive cultivation resources."
"All of you can enjoy it, and you don't need to do anything else except practice!"
Not to mention those believers, even the first group of believers who followed Fang Ling were murmuring in their hearts.
What Fang Ling said was so outrageous that it was hard to believe.
However, they have no other choice. After joining the religion, everyone must practice the sub-jing of Tianluo Divine Art.
Everyone's life and death are actually in Fang Ling's hands. Even if they are asked to go up the mountain of knives or into the sea of fire, they must bravely go up.
But Fang Ling didn't joke with them. He jumped into the air and walked step by step to the sky above Tianqing City.
Then I saw him clasping his hands together, and a Buddha wheel rising behind him.
The Buddha's light shines all over the place, reflecting on everyone's faces, making people feel warm.
On the edge of Tianqing City, the Salami Realm rises, covering the entire city.
Fang Ling was not trying to refine them with blood, but was using the second state of the Salami Realm.
As one of the ten great magical powers of Buddhism, the Salami Realm is naturally not just a barrier that traps people.
It can also evolve into a small world, such as the so-called Buddhist Kingdom.
It's just that with Fang Ling's current state, there is not much room for evolution.
Therefore, they had no choice but to include the entire Tianqing City, swallow the city directly, and turn it into a part of the Salami Realm.
It's just that once the world of Salami begins to become globalized, it cannot be reversed.
From now on, if he wants to use the Salami world to trap his enemies, he must worry about whether it will affect things in this small world.
Although the trapped people still cannot get out, they can attack the creatures already in this small world.
Rumbling, the ground began to shake.
The world of Salami began to swallow it up in all directions, integrating this Azure City into a part of it.
"Take it back!" Fang Ling lightly scolded, and the Salami Realm was taken back into his body.
Together with Tianqing City and the millions of followers of Tianluo Sect, they also indirectly became a part of him at this moment.
He raised his hand, flipped his wrist, and a golden sphere appeared in his palm.
This was the shrunken Salami Realm. When he looked carefully, he could still see the Azure City inside.
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In the world of Salami, everyone in Tianluo Sect was amazed.
Even the weakest among them can feel that they have left their original world and entered a small world.
Controlling space is something that only immortals can do.
"The leader's strength is really getting more and more terrifying. He can actually create a small world with just a raise of his hand." Mr. Mo said with a shocked look on his face.
Yun Shuiqing and others on the side were also amazed and amazed.
At this time, a voice echoed in the Salami world, and it was Fang Ling who was speaking.
"Outsiders are not allowed to enter this world. From now on, you can practice here with peace of mind."
The world of Salami is a world created by him with his magical power, so he is the absolute ruler here.
The creatures here will not feel that they have passionate worship for him and regard him as God.
Then Fang Ling took out the Tianling tree dug from the Chuan tribe and transplanted it directly to the center of Tianqing City.
This spiritual tree has lived for millions of years and has already begun to possess spirituality.
It feels that this is a new small world, and it may be able to take root here and become a world tree!
In the future, as this world becomes more powerful, it will also rise and become a supreme being.
Therefore, after being planted by Fang Linggen, it tried its best to release its spiritual power, and the spiritual power it released was far more and purer than when it was in the Chuan tribe.
This is undoubtedly a surprise to Fang Ling. Today's Salami Realm is much smaller than the Chuan clan.
Now the Heavenly Spirit Tree is giving face like this and releasing more spiritual energy, making the spiritual energy level in the Salami world reach a very terrifying level.
"My God, the spiritual energy here is actually stronger than in the spirit gathering array!"
“I don’t know where the leader found this sacred tree, but it’s so unbelievable.”
"Fortunately, I cut off my wrist as a strong man at that time, decisively abolished the original cultivation method, switched to the Tianluo magic method, and became a disciple of the Tianluo sect, otherwise I would not have had this opportunity..."
The Tianluo sect members, who were still feeling anxious at first, were all excited and cheering.
For practitioners, having such a place for them to practice is like a dream.
"I still have some training resources here."
"Second Envoy of Ghost, you are responsible for distributing it so that all the believers can receive one."
Then it began to rain spiritual stones from the sky, and spiritual stones fell from the sky one after another as if they were free of money.
After the spiritual stones, there are various elixirs, soul-nourishing tea, magic weapons, etc...
These things were obtained from his killings since his debut.
Of course, the majority of them are resources from the Sichuan tribe.
The Chuan tribe is a large tribe with hundreds of millions of people and has been inherited for millions of years.
The background of such a huge creature is self-evident.
Even if these millions of believers don't eat or drink, they spend all their time practicing every day.
What Fang Ling throws out at this moment is enough for them to use for hundreds or thousands of years!