Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Zhao Mingxuan and Nangong Yuancheng looked at Fang Chen and Empress Ci in surprise and confusion. They thought hard and couldn't figure out why the sword cultivator in front of them had a Sanxian guard.

"who are you."

Zhao Mingxuan's eyes were solemn.

"It seems that there should be some misunderstandings while I wait. We can sit down and talk about it.

The fact that a Sanxian came forward to protect you means that you are not a sword cultivator, right? Which family are you from? We are all sons of nobles, there is no need to kill each other.

It's like we let Long Ruo go just now. "

Nangong Yuancheng forced a smile on his face.

"In this current situation, there is no chance to sit down and have a good talk. Please get on your way."

Fang Chen smiled.

The two of them were frightened, and just when they were about to make a move, they were slapped into pieces by the Empress Dowager's sleeves.

When the sword cultivator brought by Zhao Mingxuan saw this scene, he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

"You are leaving in such a hurry, are you rushing to reincarnate? My dear, I will give you a ride."

The sweet lady laughed like a silver bell.

These swordsmen raised their heads fiercely, and the sky was already covered by the bright red wedding dress at some point. Before they could react, they were swallowed up by this bright red.

An Immortal King of Sword Cultivators and more than 300 sword cultivators died on the spot in less than ten breaths.

The only one who survived was Sun Gu. When he saw that Zhao Mingxuan and Nangong Yuancheng were both reduced to minced meat, he couldn't help but froze in place.

"Didn't I ask you to clap your hands? I said, if you stop, you will die."

Fang Chen frowned.

"etc--"

Sun Gu's heart was agitated, and as soon as he screamed, he was beaten into a ball of blood mist by the red sleeve robe.

Hundreds of wandering souls stood there blankly, looking at each other.

After a while, Zhao Mingxuan looked down at his somewhat illusory hands, then at Nangong Yuancheng and Sun Gu, who were in similar condition to him, as well as hundreds of sword cultivators nearby, and his face gradually became extremely livid.

"We died and are now wandering souls. Fortunately, the Yin Sheng Sect, one of the three sects in the Prison Wind Land, is quite good at traveling in the shadows. The elders in the family should find them and arrange funeral arrangements for us. Then we can tell them who they are. Kill me and wait."

Sun Gu looked coldly and stared at Fang Chen with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

As the eldest son of the Sun family, he is a direct descendant of the direct line. He has a bright future. He will be promoted to a Sanxian in the future. Even the fairy crystals needed to be promoted to a Sanxian in the future have been prepared for him at home.

Now he has become a lonely ghost. Even if he wants to switch to the path of ghosts and gods, he has to start from scratch. How can he not hate this?

He now wished he could tear the sword cultivator in front of him into pieces, chew his tendons, swallow his flesh, and turn his bones into pieces!

"Yin Sheng Sect, one of the three sects, is good at walking in the yin."

Fang Chen looked at Sun Gu: "Is this true?"

Zhao Mingxuan, who was about to speak, was suddenly stunned and looked at Fang Chen blankly.

Nangong Yuancheng looked at him and said in shock: "Can he see us!?"

The resentment in Sun Gu's eyes turned into horror, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Am I that terrible?"

Fang Chen removed the disguise on his face and used the power of water to condense a mirror. Seeing the graceful figure inside, he couldn't help but smile and looked at Zhao Mingxuan and the others:

"Isn't this pretty? Why are you looking at me like this?"

"You, it turns out to be you!"

Sun Gu lost his voice and said.

"Who is he?"

Zhao Mingxuan looked at Sun Gu fiercely.

Sun Gu stared at Fang Chen: "Sun Yi fell into the hands of this person. After he came back, he said that this person was protected by Sanxian, but what Sun Yi described was clearly an old man, not this person!"

In other words... not only is this person protected by a loose immortal, but what is his identity! ?

Zhao Mingxuan and Nangong Yuancheng couldn't believe it. Even the children of wealthy families, such as Sun Gu and Long Ruo, could not have Sanxian protecting them.

The loose immortal carries the word "xian", which is equivalent to transcending the human world. Below the loose immortal, he is a mortal, and above the loose immortal, he is an immortal. There is a difference between immortal and mortal!

"The people in Mo are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world!"

Nangong Yuancheng suddenly said loudly: "Young Master's magnanimity is far beyond that of my generation. I have offended Nangong Yuancheng many times before. Please forgive me!"

Zhao Mingxuan and Sun Guqi looked at Nangong Yuancheng, with a flash of astonishment in their eyes.

When did this person know how to compose poetry?

"You are very sensible. You won't have to suffer too much when you enter the underworld."

Fang Chen nodded lightly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Nangong Yuancheng immediately clasped his fists and bowed, then took two steps away to the side, obviously trying to distinguish himself from Zhao Mingxuan and Sun Gu.

He hated the two of them very much in his heart. He originally stayed in Yunlu City and lived a carefree life.

Zhao Mingxuan insisted on finding him to make him angry.

Now, not only has the evil spirit not emerged, but he has become a lonely ghost, and the glory and wealth in the world have become a thing of the past.

Now he just hopes that since he can't live a good life, he can die a good death.

"Mother-in-law, you like to play gongs and drums every time you go out. I think this boy looks quite festive. How about I follow you and be responsible for applauding from now on?"

Fang Chen pointed at Sun Gu and smiled at the Empress Dowager.

"Your Majesty, this is a very good idea!"

The Empress's eyes lit up, and she waved her sleeves, and Sun Gu was rolled up by the red sleeves to the side of the big red sedan chair.

"applaud."

The Empress Ci said calmly.

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated..."

Sun Gu was extremely angry, cursed bitterly, and immediately started clapping his hands expressionlessly, like a walking zombie.

"This is a funeral procession, not a funeral procession."

The Empress Dowager frowned slightly: "Your expression is very unlucky. See how people like me laugh?"

Sun Gu was stunned. The rest of the team were all paper figures with stiff smiles on their faces and blush on their cheeks. Do you want him to smile like this?

There was another curse and curse in his heart, and a forced smile slowly appeared on Sun Gu's face. Only then did the Ci Empress nod, reluctantly satisfied.

Seeing that Nangong Yuancheng was fawning and seemed to be staying out of the matter, and that Sun Gu had found a solution and was only slightly humiliated for the time being, Zhao Mingxuan suddenly became worried. What would the other party do to him?

"How old is your dad?"

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

"My father should be over six thousand years old this year."

Zhao Mingxuan whispered.

"Six thousand years old, a second-level Loose Immortal, your longevity should be almost there, right?"

Fang Chen said.

"..."

Zhao Mingxuan was silent for a few seconds and nodded lightly: "One thousand years of life increase after one transformation. My father's life span is about to be exhausted now, but if he can advance to three levels, he can live another thousand years."

"Such a second-level Loose Immortal is not a ruthless character. It will probably take him a while to figure out where you are."

Fang Chen smiled.

When Zhao Mingxuan saw that Fang Chen was so dismissive of his father, he was so angry that he dared not speak.

"Your Majesty, there is a Sanxian coming here, maybe it's his father."

Empress Ci suddenly glanced in the direction of Yunlu City.

Zhao Mingxuan's expression perked up.

Second-level Sanxian immortals are rare in the land of Prison Wind. Although his father's life span is about to run out, he is also one of the top masters here. As long as his father arrives in time, the other party will never leave safely!

Thinking of this, Zhao Mingxuan's lips curved into an imperceptible sneer.