Man is in the heavens, parasites are born

Chapter 104: Eliminating the Immortal Palace's Lower World Foundation

Seeing this scene, they did not dare to hesitate at all. The divine power in their bodies burst out and the divine light shot up into the sky.

A golden crow, burning with blazing white flames, soared into the sky, flapping its wings with boundless heat to meet the enemy. Sword energy surged into the sky, Gengjin Qi gushed out, and the sword light pierced the air. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a huge thunder dragon roared...

Especially the mountain master who is in the True One Realm, his magical powers are particularly amazing.

The red clouds that were as crystal clear as diamonds were scattered, seemingly beautiful, but actually extremely dangerous. Wherever they passed, a "hissing" sound was heard, and the clouds melted everything.

The runes of the Great Dao spread like the vast ocean, and all kinds of magic techniques and supernatural powers were activated, and they attacked with all their might.

In an instant, the void twisted and cracked, and deep dark cracks spread.

On the spot, a large area of ​​mountains with inherent beauty exploded.

These six people completely ignored the creatures on other mountains!
The six paths joined forces, five of them ignited the divine fire, and one even became a true god. With such strength, sweeping across all the major forces in the lower realm would be a piece of cake.

However, a golden vortex emerged, sucking in all the magic techniques and powers, and dissolving them completely.

This is an application of Kunpeng method.

When Kunpeng is using it, his feathers are spread out and countless whirlpools emerge, which can easily refine magical skills and attack.

The golden seed, the size of a finger joint, trembled slightly, and the golden light spread, as if there was another sun in the sky of Mount Yi.

In the golden light, wisps of smoke emerged from the bodies of the six strongest men of Mount Yi, and their figures quickly faded.

"What kind of magical power is this..." The mountain master in the Zhenyi realm let out a scream of extreme terror.

Then, his body quickly blurred and disappeared, leaving only a piece of precious bone glowing red.

As for the other cultivators in the Divine Fire Realm, they disappeared without making any sound, leaving behind a piece of bone glowing with precious light.

Obviously, the six strongest men in Mount Yi are not human.

Afterwards, the golden light fell and penetrated the buildings and rocks, shining into many secret rooms, illuminating everything.

As the golden light shone, those cultivators at the Venerable Realm and the Formation Realm melted away one after another and perished completely.

He did not kill all the creatures in Mount Yi, but only eliminated a few immediate relatives of the six powerful men.

Judging from the remaining precious bones, there are very few pure-blooded creatures in Mount Yi, and the other creatures serve as servants to the few pure-blooded creatures.

A golden light flashed, and the six precious bones on the ground disappeared, and the golden seeds the size of finger joints in the air disappeared.

In a secret place in Mount Yi, a blood-colored altar was displayed. Ripples appeared in the void, and golden seeds the size of finger joints appeared.

A flash of golden light appeared, and the bloody altar shattered into pieces, collapsing on the spot.

After smashing the altar, Fang Ming thought about it and appeared in front of a sealed cave.

The golden light transformed into sword energy and swept across, destroying the restrictions in this place. The gray stone door covered with patterns turned into powder, revealing the scene inside the treasure house.

Inside, precious light flickered, strange phenomena appeared, many rare materials were flowing with rosy light, and divine power was spreading.

It is a gorgeous place with a large amount of precious materials piled up, auspicious aura gushing out, and an extremely peaceful atmosphere.

Fang Ming's spiritual sense swept over and he began to search very seriously.

Although it was unlikely that there would be anything extraordinary, but what if? What if, like the Sky-Swallowing Bird, the monks of Mount Yi had a mountain of treasure but didn't know it, then he would have made a fortune!

"Hey, there really is something." In the inner world, Fang Ming was slightly surprised.

Fang Ming's spiritual consciousness flew out from the pile of materials, dragging a fist-sized gray-black stone.

A bit of golden light fell, and in an instant, the fist-sized stone released a dazzling divine light, illuminating the entire treasure house, just like a sun.

This is the sun stone, which is formed after the stars in the sky were cut down. It contains the power of the most yang sun and is a very rare divine material.

Although it is not as good as fairy gold, it can still be used.

After finding this sunstone, Fang Ming became very interested and started looking for it more seriously.

Unfortunately, even a force with a long history like Mount Yi does not have many real divine materials.

A piece of sunstone is already extraordinary.

The eight realms of the lower realm are not comparable to the upper realm after all. It is impossible for such a small world to have too many divine materials.

After all, only a small part of the galaxy in the sky is real, and most of it is just false projections.

As his mind turned, a golden vortex emerged and swept away the treasure house.

Now that you are here, you have to take what you deserve.

The space was rippling, and the golden seeds the size of finger joints disappeared.

At the edge of the desolate area, in front of the thick "area wall", a golden seed the size of a finger joint appeared out of thin air.

With a crisp sound of "crack", a crack appeared on the extremely thick domain wall. A golden light flashed, and the golden seed the size of a finger joint disappeared.

The Immortal Palace has more than one foundation in the lower world. Now that he has started, Fang Ming will naturally remove them all.

Not long after, Fang Ming appeared in the Sky Realm and quietly broke into a famous sacred mountain in the Sky Realm - Tianshan.

A quarter of an hour later, the Tianshan God's formation collapsed and Fang Ming disappeared.

Soon, he appeared in the universe again and broke into a sacred mountain in the universe.

Fang Ming traveled through the vast territory and the land, completely eradicating the Immortal Palace's foundation in the lower realm.

Unfortunately, after eradicating the foundations of several immortal palaces in the lower realm, he did not get much valuable things.

The sunstone obtained in Mount Yi before was the biggest gain of this trip.

Wilderness, Butian Pavilion.

Shi Hao felt his hair sink, and then he saw the golden seed the size of a finger joint hanging back in its original position.

After returning to his pendant status, Fang Ming immersed himself in the inheritance of the Supreme Palace again. He had not yet fully mastered the many treasures of the Supreme Palace and still needed to work hard.

Moreover, he had not yet comprehended the magic skills he had obtained from the Sky-Swallowing Bird and the White Tiger of Xiling Beast Mountain, so he had a lot to do.

After several days, what happened in Butian Pavilion was finally revealed.

The desolate land was shaken, and all major forces were horrified.

There was no other reason. The pressure that filled the area within tens of thousands of miles of the Butian Pavilion that day was too terrifying.

The leaders of all major forces unanimously speculated that a god had descended to the Butian Pavilion.

However, even so, they were unable to do anything to the Butian Pavilion.

The gods disappeared, and the Butian Pavilion was safe!

After this battle, the reputation of Butian Pavilion reached its peak, and it seemed to be on the verge of becoming the number one in the Wilderness.

All the little thoughts of the various forces disappeared.

For the time being, no one dared to think of attacking the Butian Pavilion.

The lessons of the past are still fresh in our minds.

All the major forces sent envoys to make friends and find out what happened.

In fact, all the creatures within a radius of tens of thousands of miles were frightened by the divine power and fainted directly. Few people knew what had happened.

Even the cultivators who did not faint only knew that a strong man descended on the Butian Pavilion that day, and then a mysterious existence fought with him and killed him.

Only Shi Hao knows all the details.

Even those senior members of the Butian Pavilion who had not fainted did not know the level of the battle that day.

Even if they knew, no one dared to spread it.

The scene of Fang Ming instantly killing nearly 100,000 lives was still vivid in their minds. They didn't dare to bet on whether Fang Ming would be unhappy if they revealed it.

At the main altar of the Western Church, two figures shrouded in golden holy light stood in front of the golden altar.

A few days ago, when the news came, the two were worried and terrified. Every day they would guard in front of the altar connecting to the upper world.

This place is the core of the sect, with many restrictions and mysterious formations.

Only here can their hearts find a little peace.

Suddenly, the altar shone with golden light, and the light intertwined and turned into large golden characters that appeared.

Browsing the words appearing on the altar, the two people who had been waiting beside the altar for a long time suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The content of the text was very simple, and the gist was to let them pretend that nothing had happened, and that the leader of the upper realm would handle the matter in the future.

"In that case, we can rest assured." One of them spoke, and the heavy stone in his heart fell to the ground.

"Yes, the leader of our sect is a forbidden existence. When such a supreme being takes action, it is naturally foolproof." Another person nodded in agreement.

After receiving a reply from the upper realm, the two left this place.

Just as he stepped out of this secret place, a golden Buddha light descended from the sky and transformed into a bald monk wearing golden clothes.

The man said anxiously, "Your Excellency, news has come from Lesser Western Heaven that Mount Yi in the Desolate Region has been razed to the ground, and all the gods who lived there in seclusion have disappeared."

Mount Yi is the foundation of the immortal palace of the upper realm in the lower realm. There is not only one being who has ignited the divine fire, but also a true mountain master who is at the realm of true oneness.

If they had heard this news before, they would have been terrified, but now after receiving the message from the upper realm, they are no longer afraid of anything.

One of them said, "It's okay. If the demon attacks, we have our own countermeasures. Just proceed as usual."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, signaling the man to leave.

After the reporter left, the two leaders of the Western Church looked at each other, turned around in tacit understanding, and walked towards the altar.

Half a month later, in front of the mountain gate of Butian Pavilion, Shi Hao waved and said goodbye to some acquaintances from Butian Pavilion.

"I'm leaving, don't see me off!"

On his shoulder, the golden fur ball of Zhuyan was squeaking; beside him, the second bald man Kong Qiuji and the relic big red bird were carrying packages, and Qingfeng was standing quietly beside them.

After being away for so long, he wanted to return to the village to be baptized and prepare to open up the Ten Caves.

After saying goodbye, Shi Hao and his party hurried on their journey at a very fast speed. After crossing many mountains and experiencing many battles, they finally approached the area where Shi Village was located.

"came back!"

Shi Hao was excited as he looked at the familiar mountains in front of him. He had once trained his body and practiced rigorous training in these mountains.

He left Shi Village when he was eight and a half years old to make a living. Two years have passed in a flash, and he is a little homesick.

"This cruel child was born in this godforsaken place? In this place, it's just a small mountain village!" The big red bird muttered softly. It came here to study.

"You know shit!" Shi Hao reached out and smacked its head hard, mocking it. "You uneducated bird! Do you even know the saying, 'A mountain isn't famous for its height, but for the presence of immortals; a river isn't famous for its depth, but for the presence of dragons?'"

"You still need to study more. I told you to go to the Sutra Repository and read more bone books, but you refused!" Shi Hao glared at it.

"I endure it for the sake of becoming his disciple!" The big red bird was indignant, but when it thought of the Vermillion Bird feather and the cruel child's promise to introduce him to a teacher, its anger subsided.

It really wants to progress.

As they were walking, Shi Hao seemed to remember something. He took a knuckle-sized golden seed from his hair and said, "Senior Xuantian, we'll be arriving at Shi Village soon. I'll introduce you to our Shi Village's Master of Sacrifice Spirits. I'm sure you'll have a great time talking to each other."

He did not forget what he said in the small world of Baiduan Mountains.

A golden glow flashed on the knuckle-sized golden seed, as if responding to his words.

In the inner world, Fang Ming was gaining enlightenment, with only a small amount of spiritual awareness keeping an eye on the surroundings, so he simply perfunctorily dealt with it.

(End of this chapter)