Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"Daomen?"

Bai Qingming had a strange look on his face. Junior brother Fang was also from a Taoist sect, and he was a genius who was spotted by an unusual person from the Three Thousand Taoist sect. He inherited the mantle of the Three Thousand Taoist sect.

It's just that the three thousand sects in Zhongzhou are still just small sects and are not worth mentioning.

Far inferior to its heyday.

"good."

Qin Hucheng nodded lightly, "This Patriarch... I have seen him from a distance. His methods... are probably not weaker than those of sword cultivators in the same realm."

"You are just a fusion, how do you know other people's methods. Among the same level, sword cultivators will only be defeated by sword cultivators."

Bai Qingming rolled his eyes.

"I didn't say that."

Qin Hucheng glanced at Bai Qingming.

"Wang Chongsong said that, right? He has thirty-six layers of bones. He is obviously not a simple character. Is he the reincarnation of an immortal? Or the reincarnation of a great human being?"

Fang Chen said.

"What a familiar name..."

When Bai Qingming heard these three words Wang Chongsong, he immediately fell into deep thought.

Qin Hucheng's expression changed slightly and he was silent for a few breaths: "The sect leader said that the Taoist ancestor could summon cyan thunder with just a wave of his hand. Even a sword cultivator with the most powerful attacks... would not dare to touch the edge easily."

"Cyan Thunder?"

Fang Chen's expression changed.

If nothing unexpected happens, the cyan thunder Qin Hucheng refers to should be the art of blue thunder.

There is a Taoist sect ancestor in the Prison Wind Land, and he also masters the art of Tianyan?

"In the Spiritual God Religion, there are countless monks of all kinds, and some of them have very strange methods, which are beyond your imagination.

Heed my advice, you two should stop getting involved in this matter. "

Qin Hu became enlightened.

"I also want to listen to your advice, but now that I am a lonely ghost, I have to avenge this, right?"

Bai Qingming said calmly: "Li Changsheng tricked Junior Brother Fang and me into Prison Wind Land, but betrayed us in the end and left us alone. What do you think we should be like as sword cultivators?"

"It should be beheaded."

Qin Hu became enlightened.

"Isn't that right?"

Bai Qingming snorted coldly.

Qin Hucheng smiled bitterly: "This matter... Junior brother can't help him. Li Changsheng is a Sanxian sword cultivator, and his methods are inferior to those of the old swordsman."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Fang Chen and Bai Qingming said in unison.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The old swordsman is now an outlier. Although they don't understand what an outlier is, they can tell just by looking at the two outliers in Central Continent.

Qin Hucheng saw some clues from the expressions of the two people. He asked but received no response and could only sigh silently.

At this time, Du Yunxu walked in from outside the door.

"Yunxu, how is the cleanup of the Spiritual God Sect going?"

Fang Chen smiled and nodded.

Du Yunxu stood behind Fang Chen with his head bowed and said respectfully: "After several years of purges, the Lingshen Cult monks have almost disappeared, and the Yin Traveling Division has also been established, and everyone who wanders through the Yin must be registered.

Even if there are spiritual cult monks who go to the underworld, they don't dare to do so openly. They are all under the supervision of the underworld department. "

Bai Qingming looked at Du Yunxu for a few times, and his expression suddenly became solemn. The feeling of the ghost in front of him was unfathomable. In the human world, at least it was a monk in the tribulation stage!

Such a being is now so respectful to Junior Brother Fang?

"It's just that the underworld is a vast territory. Nowadays, the Underworld Division is only established in key places. It will take some years to cover all places."

Du Yunxu said softly.

There are a lot of manpower needed here. Although some can be deployed from various departments, some need to be retrained.

It's not something that can be accomplished overnight.

"That's enough."

Fang Chen smiled.

Without these key cities, it will become increasingly difficult for the Spiritual God Sect to obtain Yin Shou coins from the underworld.

In a place like Youbu City, even if a group of Spiritual God cultivators come, how many Yin Shou coins can be earned?

"From now on, you will take the position of Yinzu Si Riyou-kun for the time being."

Fang Chen took out the Riyujun armor and threw it to Du Yunxu.

"Thank you, sir."

Du Yunxu didn't refuse, he took the armor and put it on directly. In an instant, his breath became deeper and deeper.

His strength has not yet reached the level of Hiyu-kun, but with this official body, it won't take long before his strength is equal to that of the official body.

"Junior Brother Fang, you haven't told me about this underworld thing yet..."

Bai Qingming said cautiously.

"Fellow Taoist, let me tell you."

Du Yunxu smiled at Bai Qingming, and then told him about the underworld. When he learned that Mr. Riyou was the highest official of the Riyou lineage, and his strength was equal to that of the immortal king on earth, Bai Qingming couldn't help but take a breath.

He looked at Fang Chen blankly: "Junior brother, you were in the underworld before and you always held such a high position?"

You must know that the old sword immortal from the Xuxian Sword Sect was just an immortal king.

His father, Dongzhou Xianyue King, was only an Immortal King...

Although Qin Hucheng already knew that Fang Chen's methods in the underworld were very terrifying, after listening carefully, a strange color gradually appeared on his face.

"Maybe they have the final say in the human world, but in the underworld, I have the final say."

Fang Chen smiled lightly and said: "In the past few years, I have almost wiped out the forces of the Spiritual God Sect in the underworld. The losses to them are immeasurable."

"Sir, I have accumulated a lot of Yinshou coins in the past few years. Do you want to take them away?"

Du Yunxu asked softly.

In the underworld, go to Beijing, and go to the underworld.

Du Yunxu gave Fang Chen the Yin Shou coins he had accumulated, totaling just over 20,000.

According to the calculation that one yin life span is one year, there are more than 20,000 years of yin life in it.

"After the spiritual temples were uprooted one by one, although the tributes from all parties were a little less, over the years, the Yin walkers have followed the rules and paid the Yin life tax according to the Yin life tax.

After deducting the losses of all parties, this life belongs to you alone. "

Du Yunxu said respectfully.

Fang Chen nodded slightly, glanced at Bai Qingming who was looking around not far away, and said with a smile:

"Senior brother, do you want to return to the human world?"

"I think about it, why don't I think about it, but what's the use of returning to the human world like I am now?"

Bai Qingming said casually.

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In the Sword Burial Palace, Bai Lingyue was talking to some wandering spirits. Some of these wandering spirits were sword cultivators from the Long family and some were sword cultivators from the Sun family.

Now that everyone is dead, there is no more prejudice, and everyone is talking about how to find the road to hell and reincarnate in the underworld.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, you really don't want to go with us? What's the use of staying here."

Someone glanced at Bai Lingyue.

"I promised others that I would wait here, so you should leave first."

Bai Lingyue waved his hand.

Although he also wanted to leave, after all, once these wandering souls left, he would be alone, but he still remembered Fang Chen's words.

Regardless of whether these words have deep meaning or not, he has to stay here and wait for a while before speaking.

"Forget it, leave him alone, let's go."

A crowd of wandering souls left the place in great force.

Bai Lingyue sighed.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, why are you sighing?"

Bai Qingming walked to Bai Lingyue and smiled lightly.

"Huh?"

Bai Lingyue was slightly startled, and then nodded clearly: "I also heard from the sword cultivator of the Sword Burial Palace a few days ago that you died in the hands of that man from Yunlu City."

"Junior brother Fang asked me to pick you up. Stop talking nonsense. I will get this place back sooner or later."

Bai Qingming pulled Bai Lingyue away without saying a word.