Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Outside the Heavenly Gate, the troll monks looked down upon all living beings from above and gave orders to Gu Wuming.

This strange scene immediately made all the monks from the Nine Continents below stare in amazement.

Although they understood how powerful the celestial beings were, this guy was a little too arrogant. He actually asked the master of the Wuming Temple on the Daoxuan Mountain to offer his soul.

Even Mo Fan had a strange look on his face at this moment.

You must know that Gu Wuming is not an ordinary cultivator, but the best in the world!

"it is good!"

Gu Wuming nodded in response, very straightforwardly.

Immediately afterwards, ripples appeared under his feet, as if he was not standing in the air but on the water.

"Mo Qing, are you trying to monopolize the benefits?!"

At this moment, an indifferent voice came from the Tianmen, echoing throughout the airspace.

All the cultivators were shocked when they heard this, and they all looked towards the Heavenly Gate, only to see several blurry figures appearing again and crossing the boundary.

"This Lord God was the first to descend to the mortal world, so naturally, this Lord God should be the first to pick up the benefits!"

The troll monk called "Mo Qing" sneered, and without paying any attention to the lower world figures in the sky gate behind him, he immediately grabbed Gu Wuming.

"You lowly people from the lower realm, why don't you come here quickly and offer your souls!!"

"Guanzhu!"

“Senior Gu!!”

When the monks saw this, their pupils shrank and they wanted to help.

Although they were unwilling to come here, now that they were trapped here, they knew there was no way out.

Gu Wuming is the strongest man in Jiuzhou, with unparalleled combat power. They must protect him. Only he can truly face the celestial being. Once he dies, how should the other cultivators face the powerful celestial being?

"It doesn't matter. He is just a troll monk. I can kill him with one sword!"

Gu Wuming's voice sounded, and without any movement on his part, the monks saw a golden figure rushing out from his body, as if crossing the void in an instant, while waving the wooden sword in his hand at an extremely fast speed.

"Shh!"

One sword, cut off the head!

Mo Qing's eyes were wide open with anger, and before he could react, the expression on his face was completely frozen. A thin line of blood appeared on his neck, and then a huge head rolled off the huge body and fell downwards.

From the neck, scarlet blood gushed out a full ten feet high!

"Asshole, how dare you sneak attack this God Lord!!"

Just as the Jiuzhou cultivator was shocked by Gu Wuming's sword, a roar suddenly came from the headless corpse.

The sound was like thunder, deafening!

The celestial being is not dead!

The pupils of all the cultivators in Jiuzhou shrank, and then they saw a golden figure coming out from the headless corpse, as if a soul had left the body.

But Mo Fan understood that this was not a soul, but the primordial spirit unique to a cultivator who had reached the stage of Divine Transformation.

He had seen the White Tiger Saint King use his spirit to take him around the universe, so naturally he had a deep memory of it.

Mo Qing's soul left his body and punched out with his right fist. A divine light shone brightly and an extremely terrifying aura instantly swept across the airspace. Even Mo Fan inexplicably felt a strong sense of oppression.

It was as if he was the one facing Mo Qing's punch at this moment.

"You lowly creature from the lower realm, you dare to cut off my body. I will refine your soul and devour you completely to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

Mo Qing was furious. Although he was in the state of Yuan Shen, his voice resounded in the form of mental power, sweeping across the heaven and earth, allowing all the cultivators to hear it clearly.

"If I can cut off your body, I can also cut off your soul!"

"If you want to blame someone, blame your bad intentions. How can you just kill me, a cultivator from the Nine Continents, at will?"

Facing Mo Qing's full-strength punch, Gu Wuming did not dodge, but gently stabbed out with the wooden sword in his hand.

In an instant, brilliant sword energy burst out from the tip of the sword.

It was not just a wisp of sword energy, but endless sword energy, as if frost was pouring out at this moment and a gorgeous flower bloomed in the void.

With one sword, Mo Qing's soul's fist was shattered, and his entire soul was also shattered at the same time.

"how come……"

Mo Qing was stunned, and as the gorgeous sword flower completely withered, it disappeared into the void.

Until his death, this celestial being from the troll tribe never understood how it was that he, a dignified god from the upper realm, could die so easily at the hands of a cultivator from the lower realm.

This is completely different from the information he heard when he came!

Mo Qing's death completely shocked all the cultivators in Jiuzhou. Even Mo Fan was deeply shocked and encouraged.

That is a heavenly being!

He was actually killed by Gu Wuming's two swords!

One sword cuts the body, and the other sword cuts the soul. It is really terrifying!

"Hiss! Who is this old Taoist priest? He actually has such a terrifying fighting power. His sword intent is so strong that I'm afraid he has already stepped into the threshold of 'Tao'!

I didn't expect there would be such a person in your little world!"

Even Mr. Qian couldn't help but exclaimed, and at the same time spoke highly of Gu Wuming.

"His name is Gu Wuming, he is the master of Wuming Temple on the Upside-Down Mountain, and he is also the best person in the world. Do you think he is not powerful?"

Mo Fan rolled his eyes upon hearing this, but he was still shocked.

At this moment, he finally understood why the White Tiger Saint King said that he had defeated one person.

Maybe it wasn't that he was being modest, but he really only defeated one person!

"The background of the Upside-Down Mountain is truly terrifying!"

Mo Fan took a deep breath and gained a better understanding of the strength of the Upside-Down Mountain.

"You are such a daredevil, you lowlifes!!"

Just when all the cultivators in Jiuzhou were shocked by Gu Wuming's act of killing the celestial being, a cold voice was heard from the Tianmen.

All the monks were shocked when they heard this, and they all looked up, only to find that the blurry figures just now were gradually becoming clearer, as if they were about to step into the void.

Ancient Wuming's original spirit returned.

The next moment, he took a step forward, and his whole body turned into a ray of light, stretching infinitely in the void. Almost in an instant, he arrived at the "Heavenly Gate". He swung the wooden sword in his hand and pierced straight into the Heavenly Gate!

"Bold!!"

There was a roar of anger coming from within the Heavenly Gate, and then a storm of energy shook out from within the Heavenly Gate.

Gu Wuming's whole body trembled violently and he was forced to retreat.

At this time, a figure finally stepped out from the sky gate and came to this void.

This was a young man wearing silver battle armor. He seemed much shorter than Mo Qing before, only just over nine feet tall. However, his size was almost the same as that of most cultivators in Jiuzhou.

The young man had a strong build and handsome features, with long black hair like a waterfall, eyebrows like sharp swords, and eyes like stars. However, at this moment, his gaze was frighteningly cold and his expression was a little ugly.

Mo Fan looked intently and saw a trace of blood on his chest, and there was sword energy gathering and not dispersing, as if it was constantly destroying his body.

Obviously, Gu Wuming's sword just now did not miss, but seriously injured this person!

“Originally, I was planning to take you in as my servants because you took the initiative to summon me with the Immortal Guidance. However, I never thought that you would lead me to the lower world to ambush and kill me.

It’s really interesting!”

The young man opened his mouth slowly, with a slight smile on his lips. Then, a stream of light appeared on his silver armor, and the fierce sword energy that had been gathering at his chest was instantly dispelled. The damaged armor was also automatically repaired at this moment.

In just a blink of an eye, it was as if nothing had happened to the young man.

"Brother Feiyun, you, the Zheng family's genius, could actually be injured by the lowly people of the lower realm. This really opens our eyes!"

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The "chi" in the text refers to the length parameter in ancient times, not the modern parameter. Because the length of "chi" was different in different dynasties in ancient times, the text uniformly defines it as: one chi = 23.1 cm.