Fantasy: After ten thousand years of reading, I became an emperor

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye. When the spiritual energy in the Holy Land of Cultivation was about to be exhausted, Jiang Beixuan slowly opened his eyes.

A powerful force was about to fill Jiang Beixuan's body. Jiang Beixuan, who had crossed two realms in a row, felt the surging power in his body and felt uncomfortable for a moment.

Jiang Beixuan wanted to test how far his strength had grown immediately, but after looking around, he couldn't find a suitable place to test.

After all, in the holy place of cultivation of Wanfa Sect, apart from the futon where Jiang Beixuan sat, the only thing left was the disk formation in the corner.

There was nothing or space for Jiang Beixuan to test his strength, so Jiang Beixuan shook his head regretfully and stood up, preparing to walk outside.

Just when he was about to leave, Jiang Beixuan looked at the disc formation in the corner with a trace of reluctance in his heart. If he could know how to arrange this formation, his training speed would increase a lot in the future.

Jiang Bei What's the difference?

Jiang Beixuan gave up this idea after thinking for a long time, turned his head firmly and walked outside.

Holding Wantong's token in his hand, he arrived outside the Holy Land of Cultivation unimpeded. When Jiang Beixuan walked to the entrance of the Holy Land of Cultivation, his scalp suddenly became numb and he felt a sense of crisis.

Jiang Beixuan's raised foot retracted instantly, and then he found that a transparent wall instantly formed in front of him, and a steady stream of attacks flew towards Jiang Beixuan's position just now.

Even if Jiang Beixuan stood outside the transparent wall, he could feel the power of these attacks.

If Jiang Beixuan had walked straight out just now, these attacks would have fallen on him with incomparable precision.

Although these attacks will not directly kill Jiang Beixuan, they can cause Jiang Beixuan to suffer a certain amount of injuries. If there are any back-ups, Jiang Beixuan may really capsize in the gutter.

Fortunately, Jiang Beixuan had experience accumulated from many battles. His experience and intuition were very sensitive, so he gave Jiang Beixuan a hint when danger struck.

Jiang Beixuan waited quietly for the attack to end, and then heard an unfamiliar voice saying

"Boss, we have brought over all the attack formations in the sect. If we can’t kill this kid, I’m afraid we will be the unlucky ones."

"Impossible. Judging from the attack strength of these formations, even a monk at the level of a great saint cannot withstand these attacks unscathed, let alone a monk at the middle stage of the holy king."

"But, why do I have a bad premonition? From the time I started the formation to now, I haven't heard the kid's screams or resisting movements. Could it be……"

The voices of those people stopped abruptly. Although Jiang Beixuan didn't know what happened specifically, he roughly figured out the reason.

Jiang Beixuan smiled, turned around, took out Wantong's token that he had just collected, passed through the layers of formations, and returned to the Holy Land of Cultivation.