Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

good news?

Fang Chen was slightly startled and took a closer look at Mr. Xun, and found that his aura was a little unusual.

"The old guy has been promoted to the second rank? He has a bright future."

The Black Xuandingtian Flag immediately flew out from Fang Chen's arm, circled around Mr. Xun for a few times, and then complained:

"This time when I went to Prison Wind, I almost fell into the hands of a third-level Loose Immortal. Fortunately, this guy has some tricks, but I lost too much Immortal Yuan, and you have to make up for it."

Without saying a word, Xun Lao flicked his finger, and a white light spot suddenly fell on Heixuan Dingtian Banner. It seemed as if it had found dew after a long drought. It gave a comfortable cry and flew outside:

"I want to continue sleeping. Don't call me if you have nothing to do."

Fang Chen smiled.

During this period, Heixuan Dingtianqi was asleep except for the time he woke up when he encountered Zhao Yunlu.

It's as if sleep is the only important thing in its life.

"It has existed for a long time. To put it bluntly, it is just like a mortal reaching eighty or ninety years old. If you are lucky, you will have half a foot in the coffin. If you are unlucky, you will have been sleeping in it for many years."

Mr. Xun smiled and said, "Without the support of immortal energy, its spiritual intelligence would have dissipated long ago and turned into an ordinary heaven-level magic weapon. Only deep sleep will slow down this change."

"Lingbao also has longevity?"

Fang Chen was a little surprised.

He thought that Heixuan Dingtianqi was so lethargic because of insufficient immortal energy.

"There are spiritual and intelligent things in the world, and they all have longevity, but their lengths vary."

Mr. Xun said casually: "What happened when you went to the Land of Prisoner Wind this time? Why did the Shinto sect move its religion as if there was a mad dog chasing behind it?"

Fang Chen organized his language a little and explained the matter clearly in a few words.

After listening to this, Mr. Xun couldn't help but sit up straight in his rocking chair with a serious expression:

"So, the Blood Spirit Sect has firmly gained the upper hand in the Land of Prisoner Wind?"

"It's almost the same. With the cooperation of the third-level sword cultivators, the third-level loose immortals in Prison Wind Land cannot be their match."

Fang Chen nodded.

"No wonder Pu Yuanzhu wants to run away. He, the leader of the Soul-Slaying Division, has done a lot of bad things to the Blood Spirit Sect in recent years. If he doesn't run away, the disaster that awaits him will be the destruction of the whole family."

Mr. Xun shook his head gently.

Fang Chen suddenly realized that the person in front of him really knew the details of Lingzhansi, and Pu Yuanzhu's identity was also what he guessed correctly.

He is indeed the head of the Lingzhan Division here.

"Mr. Xun, have you been promoted to rank two?"

Fang Chen said.

"Well, with your few immortal crystals and some preparations I made before, this promotion is quite smooth."

Mr. Xun smiled and nodded, "With the Black Xuan Ding Tian Banner, even if I face a second-level sword cultivator, I will be able to fight, but if a third-level sword cultivator attacks, I will have to run away."

"I haven't heard of any second-level sword cultivators. This time it will be Li Changsheng and Lu Qingshu, both of whom are first-level. I plan to temporarily place the disciples of the three thousand sects in the deserted courtyard."

Fang Chen said.

"You want me to take care of you. There's no problem with that. They don't have to move to the deserted courtyard. I can just live there for a while."

Mr. Xun smiled lightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Xun."

Fang Chen thought about it and felt that this was also a good idea.

Huangyuan has not interfered with the affairs of the Blood Spirit Cult in these years. With their temperament, if they learned that Mr.

"Have you achieved Dzogchen? It's time to prepare for distraction. Don't interfere in this kind of thing for the time being. Your own cultivation is the most important. When you are promoted to Sanxian one day, you will have more cards to play. "

Mr. Xun's eyes suddenly moved.

Fang Chen nodded lightly: "It is true that I have achieved great perfection after leaving the body, but... the second disaster has not yet come."

"What's your first disaster?"

Xun Lao said.

"Magic disaster."

Fang Chen said.

He didn't know if he would encounter a demonic disaster again this time, but he always felt that the demon ancestor might be real and had something to do with the demon fetus against the immortal.

"Magic disaster..."

Mr. Xun nodded lightly: "Three disasters and nine tribulations, the most terrifying one is actually the demon disaster. You have passed the first disaster, and the next one will be much better."

"Will disaster not repeat itself?"

Fang Chen was a little surprised.

"It's hard to say, at least I haven't seen repeated disasters in these years."

Mr. Xun laughed and said: "God has to give people a way to survive, right? You can't block all the roads, right?"

Fang Chen was thoughtful, chatted for a few more words, and stood up to leave.

Mr. Xun sat in a rocking chair and watched. Just as he was about to look away, he saw Fang Chen fall down outside the hall.

"Well...it's bad luck."

Mr. Xun smiled.

This disaster can be big or small, with better luck... maybe it will pass without illness or pain.

But since it's bad luck... how good can luck be?

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After leaving the Huangyuan, Fang Chen looked solemn. He asked Shi Long to return to the underworld first, while he took out five hundred middle-grade spiritual stones and prepared to go to the Three Thousand Dao Realm first.

The second disaster has come, and it seems to be a mildew disaster. Walking outside at this time is tantamount to putting yourself in danger.

It's just...he didn't see any movement after working for a long time, and the stone bead between his eyebrows seemed to have lost its effectiveness.

"Why is this!? Is it possible that when a disaster comes, people are not allowed to leave here?"

Fang Chen's expression changed slightly.

Subconsciously he glanced towards the sky, and he vaguely suspected that the three disasters and nine calamities might be the rules set by heaven, just like merit.

It’s just that the latter is a benefit given by Heaven, and the former is a test given by Heaven?

"If you can't reach the realm of three thousand realms, then you'll have to go to the underworld."

quite a while.

Fang Chen looked shocked, the road to hell could not be opened, and he could not escape.

There is only one way to avoid mildew at the moment.

The most disgusting technique - peeling off the skin.

Stripping away one's own cause and effect is equivalent to grafting out bad luck.

The art of Tianyan is transcendent from the Dao of Heaven, or in other words, it is a technique created by beings of the same level as the Dao of Heaven.

So it is hated by heaven.

It's just that... Fang Chen didn't want to use this technique on himself unless he had to.

He had a vague feeling that if he removed the cause and effect without authorization, certain things might be changed.

Cause and effect is a burden for monks, and it is also a proof of connection with the world.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Chen glanced at it and immediately locked in a direction and shot through the air.

As quickly as possible, he found a place where there were no traces of monks, dug a cave on the barren mountain, and prepared to stay there for a while to survive this bad luck.

A few days later, the cave collapsed and Fang Chen was buried inside. Fortunately, this was only a minor problem. After he climbed out, he built himself a wooden house using dead wood.

A few days later, with heavy wind and rain, a bolt of lightning struck the wooden house, and the wooden house suddenly burst into flames.

Fang Chen walked out of the wooden house unscathed and put out a spiritual barrier to block the wind and rain.

But for some reason, he still felt a chill pass through the barrier and sweep across his neck.

Fang Chen sneezed, then the second, and the third, and his body temperature began to rise.

It seems like... you have a fever?