He Cong's face changed drastically. Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, he gritted his teeth and the immobilization talisman hidden in his left hand appeared.
Fang Mu's sword was extremely fast. With a flash of cold light, the sword stopped just an inch away from He Cong's abdomen.
At this moment, He Cong was gritting his teeth, his right hand tightly gripping the sword thrust by Fang Mu, blood flowing from the palm of his hand.
Ignoring the intense pain in his hand, his other hand quickly stuck the immobilization talisman on Fang Mu.
In the next moment, Fang Mu's figure froze, and even the spiritual power in his body was immobilized by the talisman.
He Cong felt the earth under his feet solidify again. With a tug, he broke free from the restriction.
"How do you have an immobilization talisman!" Fang Mu's expression changed drastically.
He Cong didn't answer. He only had ten breaths, so he immediately pointed a finger at Fang Mu. The spiritual power in his body crazily condensed towards the tip of his finger, turning into tiny electric arcs.
"If you want to kill me, be prepared to be killed!" He Cong said coldly, bending his fingertip slightly, and a thin electric arc shot directly at Fang Mu.
At the same time, He Cong snatched the long sword from Fang Mu's hand.
Gripping the hilt, he thrust the sword towards Fang Mu's chest.
"Clang!"
He Cong's sword did not injure Fang Mu, as if it was blocked by a hard object, sparking where they met.
He Cong's face sank as he looked up.
He saw that Fang Mu's clothes had been cut open by the sword, revealing a piece of iron armor inside.
It was this iron armor that saved Fang Mu's life.
By this time, six breaths had passed.
Fang Mu's expression was ferocious. The spiritual power in his body fluctuated, sometimes strong, sometimes weak. The immobilization talisman stuck to him was constantly trembling, its spiritual light flickering.
"There's no time!" He Cong's face was very ugly. He only had four breaths left. If he couldn't completely kill Fang Mu, he would be the one to die.
In a panic, He Cong didn't have time to think. He twisted his wrist, and the sword blade rotated, pointing directly at Fang Mu's brow.
All his spiritual power was completely condensed on the blade at this moment.
In the next moment, a faint light radiated from the sword blade. These lights condensed into thin electric arcs in an instant.
With a thrust, the sword blade plunged into Fang Mu's brow.
Ten breaths had passed, and the immobilization talisman fell from Fang Mu's body. Immediately after, Fang Mu's wail rang out.
At this moment, he was lying on the ground, holding his head with both hands, blood oozing from his brow.
After doing all this, He Cong collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
When he recovered, Fang Mu was motionless, as dead as dead could be.
As a precaution, He Cong first checked Fang Mu's breathing, and after confirming that there was no threat, he unceremoniously searched Fang Mu's body.
He Cong immediately took off the iron armor from Fang Mu's body.
This piece of iron armor had once blocked a sword for Fang Mu. After taking it in his hand, He Cong raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but look at the iron armor a few more times.
This iron armor looked heavy, but it was as light as a feather in his hand, without any weight.
Upon closer inspection, a faint light seemed to emanate from the iron armor.
After sensing it for a while, He Cong was surprised to find that the iron armor contained a strong spiritual power fluctuation.
It was obviously a treasure of the immortal realm!
He Cong was delighted and without hesitation put on the iron armor.
He had already seen the effect of this iron armor before. Its defensive ability was extremely strong, and it might save his life at a critical moment.
He reached out to search Fang Mu's body again, but this time he did not find any treasures.
There was only one pocket left on Fang Mu's waist. After taking it off, He Cong tried to open it, but found that the bag seemed to be tightly sealed.
After studying it for a while, He Cong could not find a way to open the bag, so he had to give up.
From what He Cong saw, this bag was probably also a treasure of the immortal realm. He hung the bag around his waist and planned to continue studying it in the future.
After doing all this, He Cong's gaze fell on Fang Mu again. He hesitated slightly in his heart, but in the end, he took out his long sword and cut off Fang Mu's head.
He still remembered what the fortuneteller had said. If he wanted to join the Demon Sect and receive its protection, he must have the head of a righteous immortal as a token of allegiance.
If he really had no other choice, he didn't mind joining the Demon Sect to seek refuge.
After doing all this, He Cong didn't dare to stay here any longer.
After several twists and turns, when it was almost dusk, he finally stopped.
After a rough estimate, he was already dozens of miles away from He's Village.
Looking around, He Cong found no one else's figure, so he relaxed.
Ignoring the dirtiness on the ground, he sat down.
After experiencing a fierce battle, his spiritual power had long been exhausted, and after traveling all the way, he had reached his limit.
After resting for a while, He Cong suddenly felt extremely hungry. He then remembered that he hadn't eaten since last night.
Although he had embarked on the path of cultivation, he still could not abstain from food completely. Like an ordinary mortal, he needed to eat to fill his stomach.
He had deliberately avoided crowded places along the way. Wherever he passed was deep in the mountains and forests. If he wanted to find food, he could only hunt for game and gather wild fruits himself.
He set off again and walked for a while. However, wherever he looked, there was no sign of any wild beasts.
He Cong's face gradually darkened. If he couldn't find food by tomorrow, he would have to go to a place where there were people.
But now he was being pursued by the righteous immortal sects. He didn't know how many of those immortal beings who wanted his life were still out there. Furthermore, these immortal sects had vast magical powers. It was very likely that they already knew Fang Mu had died at his hands. If he appeared recklessly now, his life might be in danger.