Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"Is this guy... too courageous? Knowing that Lu Bingbing's father, Lu Qingshu, has been promoted to Sanxian, he still dares to kill like this?"

Chen Zuozu suddenly felt a little scared.

Although sword cultivators have a lowly status in prison style, Sanxian sword cultivators should not be underestimated. After all, who can deal with a sword cultivator of the same level alone as a Sanxian?

Only a second-level Loose Immortal can stabilize one end...

"Long Xuan, the person your father brought... is going to cause big trouble this time. You'd better not get too close to him."

Someone sent a message to advise.

Long Xuan looked solemn, Fang Chen was indeed in big trouble, and behind Lu Qingshu was Long Jingyao.

Behind Long Jingyao... was the only third-level Sanxian in charge of the Long family. Even the evil dragon girl could not disobey his words.

"Brother Li...this kid is a little unreasonable."

Chen Qingtai's face was ashen.

The other heads of the aristocratic families were not much better, their eyes were solemn or angry.

The eldest son of the Long family already has enough enemies. If he really wants to offend the second eldest son to death, they will also be implicated.

"There is no need to be anxious, my husband will make his own decision."

The woman in plain skirt comforted softly, and then looked at Li Changsheng, with a hint of inquiry in her eyes.

"We'll talk about the current hurdle first, and we'll talk about what happens next."

Li Changsheng was silent for a few breaths and said.

Three-bedroom fairy boat.

Long Jingchun looked at the evil dragon girl with a wry smile on his face: "Girl, Long Jingyao will definitely go crazy this time. I think it's better to leave this guy alone."

"Going mad? If Lu Bingbing hadn't attacked the people brought by Li Changsheng first, why would he have died on the Sword Burial Staircase? In terms of emotion and reason, what reason would he have to go mad."

The Tiansha Dragon Girl said calmly, her eyes fell on Fang Chen, her eyes were kind: "This boy looks a bit like Li Jingnian."

When the first-turn Sanxians around him saw this scene, they sighed in their hearts, fearing that the third room would also have to fight with the second room.

Lu Qingshu stared at Fang Chen with sword intent surging within his body. Half of the corpse in his hand was contaminated by the sword intent and instantly disappeared into ashes. This showed that he was extremely angry.

"Don't worry, I will find someone from the Yin Sheng Sect to help you place Lu Bingbing's soul."

Long Jingyao said in a deep voice.

"Thank you, Master."

Lu Qingshu cupped his fists and bowed.

Long Jingyao's eyes fell on Li Changsheng: "Let's figure this out later. If the young boy you found from the countryside doesn't follow the rules, he should be punished."

Li Changsheng remained silent.

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A few months passed in the blink of an eye, and now it took more than ten days to climb each level of the ladder.

The pressure from the Sword Burial Ladder is getting heavier and heavier, and everyone's pace is slower than before.

From the beginning of the gambling battle to now, nearly one year later, the highest climber has reached the eighty-sixth level of the ladder.

The lowest level is still in the sixties.

"Junior brother, you are getting farther and farther away from them now, why don't you put me down."

Bai Qingming looked at the vast void and sighed softly: "If you can't reach the top, no one will let you go.

Let me do some rough math for you. Someone from the Long family wants you to die, someone from the Sun family wants you to die, and the third-level Loose Immortal also wants you to die. "

"Even in Central Continent, there are countless people who want me dead."

Fang Chen smiled and said, "I'll tell you the math. The Three Great Sects see me as a thorn in their side. Ji Liang, the son of the Ninth King, also wants me dead. And those scum of the Blood Spirit Sect will stab me in the back at some point." One knife."

"But so what, I'm not dead yet."

"That's because the one from Huangyuan is protecting you. Before him, the old swordsman was still alive and could take care of you secretly."

Bai Qingming rolled his eyes, "Now in the Land of Prison Wind, we are just rootless duckweeds, who can protect you?

Let me down. After you reach the top, even if someone from the Long family comes to settle matters with you, the person from the third room can use this to protect you.

I heard Mrs. Wang say before I came here that she has a close friendship with our old swordsman.

You were taken away by the second room before, and I actually wanted to ask her for help. Unfortunately, your master told me that you should not speak unless it is a matter of life or death. "

"Oh? Senior brother knows something inside? Why don't you tell me? Junior brother is very curious."

Fang Chen smiled.

"Everything is fine, so I will tell you some things I heard, but they may not be true. Your master heard about it first, and I found out more about it from him."

Bai Qingming said.

While he was telling the story, Fang Chen continued climbing.

Climb for a while, rest for a while, crawl for a while, rest for a while.

The test now is no longer their physical strength, but their perseverance and determination.

In this situation, if you lose your perseverance and determination, it will be very difficult to climb even a few feet higher.

Snow suddenly began to fall in the sky, and the white snow spread on the vines, making the bright green vines look like ice and snow waterfalls.

This makes climbing more difficult for everyone.

This winter, Fang Chen and Bai Qingming climbed to the eighty-sixth step of the ladder.

He vaguely felt that his mental state was getting better and better, and it seemed that his spiritual realm had broken through unknowingly.

For the mortals nearby, half a month after the gambling battle began, they returned to normal life.

I just do what I have to do. I just get together when I have free time to discuss who can climb faster and who has a chance to reach the top.

Time is precious to them, and they dare not waste any of it. After all, if they waste it today, they may be hungry tomorrow.

On the contrary, monks who seek immortality have no obvious feeling of the passage of time.

Sometimes a retreat lasts for decades. A mere year is nothing. If nothing happens, we will know in the next two years.

During this period, those who climbed the highest were lucky enough to cut down some vines to keep out the cold on the ladder.

Those who are unlucky are just like Fang Chen and others, who hang on the vines and wait until the weather is suitable before starting to climb.

The winter snow gradually melts away, and next spring comes, and the vines once again glow with bright green vitality.

Everyone continued to climb towards the peak.

A group of Sun family monks arrived. The leader of the group had a high posture, walking like a dragon or a tiger, looking forward with a look of calmness and dignity.

When Sun Yi saw the person coming, he quickly stepped forward and said respectfully: "Dad."

"Um."

The visitor nodded slightly, then walked quickly to several Sun family second-turners, and said in a deep voice:

"Uncles, I ordered people to investigate Sun Gu's affairs, and also personally went to the Yin Sheng Sect. The Yin Sheng Sect said... There is a big chaos in the underworld, and it is difficult to find people. And the cause of Sun Gu's death is probably... It really has something to do with the Long family."

"There is chaos in the underworld? What is happening down there?"

Everyone was slightly startled. It was obvious that things in the underworld deserved more attention than Sun Gu's.

Although they have never walked through the underworld, nor have they seen what the underworld is like, the Yin Sheng Sect relies on the art of walking through the underworld to secure its position as the head of the three major sects.

It can be seen that there is also a close connection between the underworld and the monks.

"I don't know. It should be a change of power."

The visitor shook his head slightly. He was a little disappointed with the attitudes of the ancestors, and his eyes immediately fell on Zhao Yunlu:

"Senior Yunlu, what do you think of this matter?"

"This son is the last stranger who saw my son. Once I search for his soul, I will know by whose hands my son died."

Zhao Yunlu pointed to the Sword Burial Ladder.

The visitor's eyes followed closely and fell on Fang Chen, with a fierce look in his eyes.