From Godhood to the Heavens

This doesn't change anything. The power of a Xuanxian is almost inexhaustible and difficult to deplete. However, being isolated from the Heavenly Dao, the power of the Evil Sword Immortal will at least be reduced by one level.

The gap in cultivation level between him and Fang Ping remained as vast as an insurmountable chasm, yet for some reason, a bad premonition suddenly arose in the heart of the Evil Sword Immortal.

Although the space in front of him could not completely trap him, it would be easy to break through it in a little time.

Unfortunately, Fang Ping wouldn't give him time. The special forces template appeared, and every attack was incredibly powerful, terrifying and ferocious.

Without the clash of Daoist techniques or the confrontation of laws, the pure suppression of energy, the energy that could destroy everything, rolled towards the Evil Sword Immortal as if it were endless.

He wanted to harness the power of the laws to break through the energy attack, but the crimson light hanging down firmly protected him, leaving him with no hope of breaking through.

The Evil Sword Immortal's expression grew increasingly horrified, and his appearance became more and more deranged. His ten fingers were like sharp swords, as if they were the sharpest divine weapons in the world, constantly attacking the special forces template.

The crimson light churned and rolled, seemingly dreamlike, yet like the most powerful celestial robe, turning devastating attacks into illusions.

"How is this possible? How is this possible? A mere celestial being possesses such a magical treasure! Heaven is unjust! Heaven is unjust! You deserve to die... You truly deserve to die!"

The frenzied roars echoed in his ears. Fang Ping remained unfazed by the almost insane Evil Sword Immortal, his expression icy and his eyes filled with vigilance.

The heavens and earth trembled constantly, space shattered continuously, and the Evil Sword Immortal attempted to break away from the mortal realm and shatter the world to head towards the other six realms.

Fang Ping had no choice but to stabilize the void and firmly isolate everything. However, the battle became increasingly stalemate. Seeing that he could not completely take down the special forces template, the Evil Sword Immortal suddenly appeared in the distance.

"Kill, kill, kill..."

In an instant, the Evil Sword Immortal made a hand seal, and his figure instantly transformed into thousands of beams of light. Then, the sky was filled with light and shadow, each beam like a whirlwind and lightning, and they all rushed towards the Special Forces Template and Fang Ping at the same time.

The light and shadow flickered, and in an instant, phantom images passed through the special forces template's body. The special forces template's figure swayed, and its soul seemed to have been struck a heavy blow. Its aura suddenly weakened for a moment.

A sword light condensed between Fang Ping's brows. With the Time Law empowering him, his speed increased a thousandfold in an instant, shattering one evil sword immortal avatar after another.

A burst of light flashed in the sky, and figures vanished into nothingness, as violent energy spread outwards.

Suddenly, the myriad phantoms vanished, and the Evil Sword Immortal staggered backward, clutching his chest in pain, his expression becoming incredibly fascinating.

Fang Ping was also in a bad mood, feeling a moment of disorientation, as if his soul had been torn apart that day.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of the Evil Sword Immortal's mouth, but a smile appeared on his face, a smile of absolute confidence. He said with a smile, "Very good. So what if you have a magical treasure protecting you? I have already discovered your weakness."

"How can the mere divine soul of a celestial being compare to mine? The seven emotions and six desires all originate from human thoughts, and I am the embodiment of these thoughts. Let's see how you resist the Daoist arts of the seven emotions and six desires."

Fang Ping frowned. He had never fought against such a being before, and he had to admit that it was indeed very troublesome, even somewhat difficult to contend with.

His expression shifted rapidly as Fang Ping's mind raced, searching for a way to completely destroy his opponent.

If Fang Ping had cultivated any one of the three gemstones to perfection, he could have easily reduced the Evil Sword Immortal to ashes. Unfortunately, he had only just begun to understand it.

Even at the fastest pace of a thousand years or so, it is not possible to fully cultivate any kind of law power.

Alternatively, if the special forces template gathers all its energy, it should be able to obliterate it in one strike.

However, although cultivating Qi is simple, the few seconds it takes to fully condense it in battle can be enough to decide a life-or-death battle.

What else can be done?

He gripped the King Ping Sword tightly in his hand, and suddenly it occurred to him how Jing Tian had won in the story.

With the help of Xu Changqing, who had been swallowed by the Evil Sword Immortal, they found the Evil Sword Immortal's fatal weakness and then killed him with a single blow, successfully eliminating him.

What should I do?

The special forces template, with golden light shining from its eyes, scanned the body of the Evil Sword Immortal with fiery eyes.

It appears no different from a human, but it is a collection of evil thoughts that have coalesced and taken shape, transforming into a human, yet it is also incredibly pure. So where is its weakness?

His gaze swept up and down, and a thin white line, like a hair, moved up and down within his body. Enveloped in black mist, its movement was obscured, and its position was constantly changing.

Fang Ping's brows furrowed involuntarily. If he could freeze the Evil Sword Immortal for even a moment, he might be able to kill him with a single blow.

As thoughts churned in his mind, the Evil Sword Immortal felt a growing unease. His emotions and desires were stirred, and the power of the laws moved accordingly, enveloping the two people opposite him.

An unnamed rage surged into his heart, and the special forces template's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his aura suddenly rising to another level.

The Evil Sword Immortal's expression changed slightly, and hundreds of light orbs came in an instant, almost completely engulfing all his space to dodge.

He cursed inwardly, "Damn it, is this power truly inexhaustible?"

Fang Ping quickly cast a calming spell, and the Nuwa Stone emitted a radiant light to protect his mind, preventing any disturbance.

Then, in the next instant, the feelings of the seven emotions and six desires came one after another, burning the body with fire in an instant, and then sadness surged into the heart, causing unspeakable pain.

But it's like scratching an itch through a boot; after passing through layers of protection, it's nothing more than a speck of dust.

Fang Ping gritted his teeth. Rather than holding off the Evil Sword Immortal to condense the Yuan Qi Bomb for the Special Forces Template himself, he decided to hand over this dangerous task to the Special Forces Template.

With a single thought, the special forces template's physical power erupted completely, its terrifying force sweeping in all directions, as if it were about to destroy the entire world.

The entire six realms were shaken. The Heavenly Emperor sat on his throne, his brows furrowing slightly, one hand loosening and then clenching, his eyes filled with contemplation.

Then, in the next instant, the special forces template rushed forward, raised its hand and condensed a spirit blast, which it detonated without hesitation the moment it got close to the evil sword immortal.

The terrifying explosions struck both of them simultaneously, and in an instant, both figures were severely injured. However, before Xie Jian could recover, the Special Forces Template's figure had already teleported once again, appearing in front of Xie Jianxian, and raised his hand to release another energy blast that exploded between the two.

With each heavy blow, the Evil Sword Immortal coughed up a mouthful of blood, looking at a demon as if he were being attacked, and couldn't help but scream wildly.

"Are you out of your mind?" The Evil Sword Immortal couldn't understand what kind of grudge or hatred could drive someone to want to die together with him.

However, the special forces template didn't say a word. He transformed into a human bomb and approached without hesitation, like an overloaded energy bomb.

Even if the Evil Sword Immortal wanted to escape or even try to dodge, stirring up his seven emotions and six desires, he had no time to prepare. The moment they made contact, one of the special forces template's hands firmly grabbed the Evil Sword Immortal, while the other hand covered him, followed by a dazzling light.

The space itself was shattered, and almost everything was destroyed. The Evil Sword Immortal swallowed a mouthful of blood, his anger almost driving him mad.

"Crazy, completely crazy!"

The guy in front of me doesn't seem like a person, he's more like a puppet, he doesn't care about his own life at all.

The armor covering his body had even been retracted at some point, leaving him to fight entirely with his bare hands.

"It's no use. Even if we both suffer heavy losses, you still can't kill me..."

The Evil Sword Immortal was somewhat afraid. He had gathered and devoured too much evil, the baseness of humanity, all the baseness of humanity, and he possessed it all!

Fear is one of them...

He tried to rouse the special forces template to its senses, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea. There was absolutely no response.

Fang Ping paid no attention to any of this. He held the King Ping Sword upright in front of him, the laws of time and space condensed, his essence, energy and spirit gathered together, and boundless power converged into the King Ping Sword.

The light grew even brighter, and a sharp sword aura, seemingly capable of cleaving everything in two, condensed between heaven and earth, as if it could strike out in an instant and completely destroy the Evil Sword Immortal.

As the Evil Sword Immortal gazed at Fang Ping in the distance, the laws of time and space naturally descended, enveloping him. Then, everything was focused on his natal flying sword, and a sense of impending death gradually enveloped his heart.

He is clearly immortal, so how could he feel the pain of death?

The thought of fear surged like a tide, becoming utterly unbearable. Looking at the special forces template that was grabbing his arm, he raised his hand and unleashed a dazzling ball of light, about to press it down.

Suddenly, he forcefully tore off half of his arm, his face immediately showing pain. He was originally an illusory soul, so tearing his own body was no different from tearing his soul.

But what is suffering compared to life if there is still a future?

Suddenly, it let out a roar and crashed into the space to the side, leaving behind a curse.

"Just wait, soon I will make the human world devoid of any life, turning it into a desolate wasteland!"

The next moment, a piercing explosion rang out, and he felt that half of his arm had been completely submerged, but he couldn't care less about that now.

It was about to break through space and head towards the outside world.

However, in the next instant, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the Evil Sword Immortal, and it was none other than the Special Forces Template.

A smile appeared on the face of the special forces model. The shocking injuries all over his body had disappeared, and even the original feeling of weakness had vanished. An incredibly surging aura rose into the sky.

However, in the next instant, the Evil Sword Immortal could no longer afford to be stunned.

The next second, the special forces template grabbed him and then countless black tentacles, like liquid, tightly wrapped the two figures together, from top to bottom, seamlessly.

In the end, only the head remained exposed.

The Evil Sword Immortal's expression was one of utter terror, for Fang Ping, standing to the other side, had already opened his eyes, the King Ping Sword in his hand pointing directly at his brow.

A fine line, like a hair, appears between the eyebrows, hidden within the body.

"Let me go! Let me go now! Are you crazy? You want to die with me!"

The Evil Sword Immortal panicked completely. The crisis of death loomed over his heart. He could clearly feel that he would really die if he struck with this sword.

Not only that, even the person who was holding them couldn't escape it. What grudge could possibly lead someone to this?

The moment the thought arose, a deep voice came to my ears, accompanied by a strange chewing sound, as if someone was chewing beans.

"You'll die, but I won't!"

The instant the voice rang out, a dazzling white light pierced through the skulls of the two men.

It devours the resentment of all living beings, giving rise to evil thoughts. No matter how tightly these evil thoughts are gathered together, they are nothing more than a joke.

Only that wisp of white light was the original thought, the original evil intention. Once touched and destroyed, everything returned to nothingness.

In the next instant, like a dazzling firework, it exploded with a loud bang, and countless sparkling lights scattered in all directions.

Among the countless points of light, Fang Ping hurriedly reached out to grab them, and five figures appeared before his eyes. Their faces were kind and friendly, and their expressions were also somewhat carefree. Daoist Qingwei smiled and waved his hand.

"Thank you so much, junior brother! I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"

Goodbye, junior brother!

"I'm entrusting Mount Shu to you, Junior Brother!"

"They are still young and need your support. If they feel constrained, then hand over the position of sect leader to Changqing or Changyin!"

Each person spoke a sentence, and after they finished, an invisible force of heaven and earth took away all the points of light, as if they had gone to another world.

Fang Ping sighed, his expression somewhat grim. It was a pity that he had not yet touched the laws of the soul; otherwise, the elders might still be saved.

Unfortunately, it was all too late.

Originally, I only came back to greet my fellow disciples, but I never expected that I would personally set the stage for the story.

Overwhelmed with sorrow, Fang Ping stood rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do. After a long while, he let out a heavy sigh.

My senior brothers probably felt it was all worth it too!

Unfortunately, Fang Ping felt he had lost out; he had traded five righteous masters for a world-destroying evil sword immortal.

She shook her head slightly, looking at the special forces template who was rubbing his head, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her brain. She couldn't help but twitch violently, which finally suppressed the splitting headache she had just experienced.

In an instant, the special forces template returned to him. Fang Ping walked towards the outside world and was immediately surprised to find that demonic energy was rampant and demons were everywhere.

The world was devastated, countless mountains and rivers collapsed, and half of the demon realm was almost destroyed. Did they unknowingly fight their way from the human realm to the demon realm?

Fang Ping shook his head. Whether the demon realm was destroyed or not was none of his business, and he couldn't be bothered to care. He stepped out into the shattered space.

In a daze, demonic flames surged to the sky, and they actually arrived at the territory of Demon Lord Chonglou!