[Immortality: Your lifespan significantly increases, and the rate of its passing slows to one-tenth!]
"Finally..."
Fang Xing took a deep breath: "Level 20, I’ve entered the Legendary Domain..."
At this mont, his body was undergoing a terrifying transformation, and on the attribute bar, a series of prompts flowed like a data stream:
[You have obtained ’Wilderness Transformation · Flood Dragon Form’!]
The high-level wilderness transformation form that Fang Xing had longed for finally ca into his possession.
If the Ying Dragon could be considered a juvenile dragon, then the Flood Dragon was already an adult, capable of calling the wind and summoning the rain, with strength that matches or even crushes an average Yang God True Monarch.
Of course, if he had initially chosen the animal domain, his current Flood Dragon transformation would be even stronger.
Moreover, when he advances to a high-order legend in the future, or even breaks through to level 30 in the epic realm, he will acquire an even more powerful mythical creature template.
For instance——True Dragon · Ying Dragon!
Fang Xing looked at his own body data:
[Na: Fang Xing]
[Age: 110/8900]
[Profession: Druid Level 20]
[Realm: Yin God Post Realm]
[Talent: Natural Affinity, Wilderness Transformation, Plant Growth, Toxin Immunity, Youthful Forever, Thorny Technique, Tree Bark Skill, Natural Healing, Enlightennt Technique, Tree Shepherd, Sturdy, Combat Casting, Regeneration, Immortal Body, Natural Summoning, Advanced Natural Healing, Nature’s Wrath, Immortality]
[Skill: All-Complete Hand (Grandmaster 800/800), Paper Folding Technique (Grandmaster 800/800), Beast Taming Skill (Grandmaster 800/800), Qi Concealnt Technique (Grandmaster 800/800), Enchanting Soul Skill (Grandmaster 800/800)]
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"Oh? The druid’s advancent to legend accompanied by my Yin God’s advancent, breaking through to the post realm?"
Fang Xing gently nodded.
There were quite a few high-level mbers from Qingmu Ridge who surrendered to him. Although there were rascals like Lin Kun, there were also sincere loyalists who brought with them a wealth of advanced classics originally from Qingmu Ridge.
This made Fang Xing realize that his cultivation direction had never been wrong.
"It’s just that to break through the Yang God, it’s best to have a ’Pure Yang Pill’..."
"Such an elixir is extrely rare, even with the combined power of the Outer World, it might take hundreds of years to produce a batch to refine just a few authentic pills... Considering the chaos nowadays, it’s best not to think too much of it."
"But even without a Pure Yang Pill, it’s still possible to break through... There are even so substitutes and secret techniques..."
The technology involved here are the sect secrets of various great sects, probably only grasped by the old ghost of Qingmu, and even Qing Yunzi might not know.
"A lifespan nearing ten thousand years?"
"The Great Zhou Divine Dynasty has been established for only a few thousand years, right?"
"However, compared to the True God who seems to never die of old age, this is child’s play..."
Fang Xing looked at Fei Yong beside him.
The changes and sentints just flashed in his heart for a mont, yet he had already climbed to the pinnacle of the world’s top combat power.
Fei Yong was bowing his head deeply at this mont. For so reason, he felt that the pressure Fang Xing brought him exceeded that of the Qingmu old ghost.
"Leave that Lin Kun to you."
Fang Xing said indifferently.
"Rest assured, Sect Leader."
Fei Yong was quite confident about this, even though he was only in the Dao Foundation Middle Realm, the power of the Nature Sect was no longer what it used to be, and even Yin God Real Persons had pledged allegiance!
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A few days later.
Qingli Swamp, Poison Dragon Slope.
Two green figures stood high in the sky.
The Qingmu Patriarch first looked at the slightly ruined East Peak, then at the West Slope shrouded in a thin mist: "What do you think of the information Lin Kun provided? Is this really Fang Xing’s fatal weakness?"
Beside the Qingmu Patriarch was Qing Yunzi. However, compared to a few years ago, not only had his cultivation seen no progress, but he also seed injured, with a sowhat weak aura.
His eyes had a grayish tint, and he coughed: "It should be correct; that person’s rise was too strange, and he only likes to plant trees... Qingmu Ridge has produced many ten-thousand-year spirit trees, forming a great array that is difficult for us to contend against... Why not give it a try? If we can lure him out, all the better; if not, we’ll just lose Lin Kun at most."
To the sect elders, even core disciples were rely consumable resources or even lapdogs.
"Then it’s up to you. First, exterminate that small family, and then light a fire at west slope."
The Qingmu Patriarch said matter-of-factly.
In this system with great power consolidated in one person, the lower tier are cannon fodder, while the higher tiers are simply expendable pawns of soone higher up.
Qing Yunzi’s eyes darkened, but the ideas of loyalty to the sect instilled in him since childhood, as well as the gratitude for teaching and passing on the path, and even the reality that as long as he wants a glimpse of the Yang God, he must rely on the Qingmu Patriarch, left him no room for refusal.
Whizz!
A peach wood sword flew up from behind him, instantly transforming into thousands, turning into a rain of swords that fell upon the Lv family land on East Peak.
The Lv family.
Lv Feng, now old and frail, lay on a wooden couch, thinking about his life.
The young love of his life... never mind, not to ntion it, that woman later bore Fei Yong, who beca a lifelong enemy of the Lv family.
In his middle years, he broke through to the seventh level of Qi Sensing, feeling invincible... but not long after, he was put back in his place.
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On the contrary, Uncle Fang went to Qingmu Ridge, after which he beca unstoppable.
Now he is actually the Patriarch of the Nature Sect, soone akin to a Yang God True Monarch.
While the Lv family gained no benefits at all!
The genius Lv Tian died young in battle, and there were no successors.
Now even Lv Feng vaguely knew that the family elders were fighting over his inheritance, openly and in secret.
Although he’s still alive, everyone considers him already dead.
’Heh heh... fight, keep fighting, in the end, it’s all in vain.’
’At least I still have a bit of face left. When I’m gone too, if Fei Yong really makes a move, who among you can resist?’
’But now, Fei Yong probably doesn’t even look at Qingli Swamp anymore, right?’
Lv Feng had to admit, he was jealous!
Why wasn’t Uncle Fang’s head steward himself?
Unfortunately, no matter how jealous he was, it was useless, he was already at death’s doorstep.
Chiii!
Suddenly, sword Qi flashed in the sky.
Lv Feng’s eyes widened. Before he could shout ’enemies outside’, he was pierced through the chest by a wooden sword falling from the sky, nailing him to the ground.
Puff puff!
In the Lv family, wooden swords fell one after another, indiscriminately reaping all lives.
With the Lv family’s small heritage of Qi Sensing, they couldn’t possibly resist a casual strike from a Yin God Post Realm true person.
In no ti at all, not a single chicken or dog was left in the Lv family.
Qingyuzi stopped speaking, many wooden swords returned, forming into one, which he held in his hand, rging with the sword, transforming into a sword light, piercing towards the west slope.
Boom!
The extrely intense sword light seed to pierce through a water screen, the Natural Barrier collapsed, revealing a vibrant ten thousand acre bamboo sea.
A Poison Horn Python with a single horn on its head raised its head and screeched, spewing out a cloud of toxic mist.
"Hmm? There’s only a Qi Sensing family nearby, how could there be a Dao Foundation Demon Beast hidden here? There’s indeed sothing suspicious."
Qingyuzi casually slashed out a sword, the toxic mist was instantly split apart, the Poison Horn Python was nearly severed in half, falling to the ground wailing.
On the ground, a flash of green light appeared, and a chubby little ginseng doll erged, seeming to curse at Qingyuzi with filthy words.
Its chubby little hands opened, revealing a scarlet ginseng seed, which fell into the mouth of the Poison Horn Python.
The Poison Horn Python’s injuries imdiately stabilized, starting to stop bleeding and heal.
"Oh? There’s even a Spirit Ginseng that has taken form?"
Qingyuzi’s eyelid twitched, such a spiritual dicine would incite greed in him, not to ntion the Green Wood Patriarch hiding nearby.
His mana moved, a large green hand appeared, pressing down like a green mountain to capture the little ginseng spirit.
Furthermore, Qingyuzi knew well the innate divine ability of such form-taking spiritual dicines. A Spirit Light had already fallen onto the ground, turning mud into stone, transforming the surrounding land into a massive granite slab.
Puff puff!
Suddenly, a massive tree root appeared on the ground, like an iron whip, shattering the green hand!
"Hmm? A ten thousand year old Tree Demon?"
Qingyuzi was once again startled, seeing from the deep bamboo sea, a peculiar three-headed tree-man leisurely erging, accompanied by six Dao Foundation Post Realm Paper Generals, faintly forming an array for protection.
"There are even Paper Generals? Indeed, this place is the right place to co to."
Qingyuzi murmured, suddenly stimulating the seed of divine skill within his body, transforming into a myriad of flowing lights.
The peach wood sword in his hand flew up, like a fiery teor, straightly falling towards the three-headed tree-man.
"Leave one hand, to lure Fang Xing here."
Just as the flying sword’s blade was fiery, Qingyuzi’s ear received the transmission from Green Wood Patriarch.
It was clear that the investnt in this place would cause pain even for the top ten righteous and evil sects.
It was highly likely that this place was indeed Fang Xing’s death trap, enough to lure him out!
Qingyuzi sighed in his heart, holding his hand three points back.
Even so, it was still one sword per Paper General.
After several sticks of incense, the three-headed tree-man roared angrily, its crown already half-burned by the divine skill flas, looking like it was on its last legs.
"Stop!"
At this mont, a flow of light flashed in the sky, Fang Xing dressed in beast skin, finally arrived at the battlefield.
"Is this person... stupid?"
Qingyuzi was surprised to see Fang Xing.
After all, their research on Fang Xing was the most thorough, knowing that Fang Xing himself was only at the Yin God Realm, relying entirely on the Qingmu Ridge Great Array for the ability to capture the White Dharma King.
But now, he didn’t hide like a tortoise, the tiger ca out of its den?
"Ha ha... Fang Xing! I really underestimated you that day."
As a patriarch, Green Wood Patriarch confird there were no ambushes near Poison Dragon Slope, and imdiately appeared: "Today, if you surrender, I can spare your life, and even straighten the chaos, the future Sect Leader of Qingmu Ridge will still be you."
He not only wanted to defeat Fang Xing but also valued Fang Xing’s alliance with the Killing Life Sect!
Heaven help , Green Wood Patriarch dread of having such an alliance, but the Killing Life Sect turned hostile and ignored him.
Yet, they made a pact with a junior later.
Green Wood Patriarch was greatly resentful, was he not even as good as a Yin God?
Fang Xing glanced at the wounded little ginseng spirit, the Poison Horn Python, and the three-headed tree-man, as well as the burning bamboo sea, a dangerous smile flashed on his face: "Do you think, coming out of the gate of natural protection, I’m just a Yin God?"
With a wave of his hand, countless green light spots fell like raindrops, extinguishing the bamboo forest fire, landing on the three-headed tree-man.
The three-headed tree-man’s form swelled again, transforming into a burning giant with three heads and six arms, roaring to the sky.
An aura of terror erupted, sharply changing Qingyuzi’s complexion!
--Legendary · Burning Treant Guard!
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