Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

The spiritual power contained in Fang Chen's eyes continued to gush out, and in front of everyone he began to refine the storage ring left by the great elder of Xuan Guan Sect.

At this moment, the aura on his body was far beyond the distraction, and the terrifying spiritual pressure made it difficult for Du Huiru and others to breathe on the spot.

After a few breaths, the storage ring was completely refined. In addition to the concentration liquid, there were also some miscellaneous things inside.

There are two or three mid-grade spiritual stones, various spiritual materials, and a few leftover blood spirit pills.

Obviously this person planned to save these pills until he had a breakthrough. After all, there would be no benefit to continuing to take them after the Dzogchen was achieved.

"Senior, this junior was disrespectful to senior just now. It was simply blind. Please forgive me, senior!"

The middle-aged man suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

The monks near him were a little confused, and after a few breaths they also knelt on the ground.

The cultivation of the person in front of him was so terrifying. Their great elder was killed instantly with just one move.

Even if the opponent is not a fused body, he is definitely a legendary monk in the distraction stage!

"This man is also a Blood Spirit Cult monk. Your elder brother's death is inseparable from him. Do you want to send him on his way?"

Fang Chen looked at Du Huiru.

Du Huiru stared at the middle-aged man with resentment on her face: "From the beginning to the end, you and your father have known the whereabouts of my eldest brother, but you have always deceived me."

"Madam, my father is in charge of everything. I am not as good as him in cultivation, so I can only obey his words, but I still don't want to in my heart."

The middle-aged man said quickly: "You are pregnant with my flesh and blood now. If I die, the child will have no father."

Du Huiru seemed to be moved, her eyes slightly hesitant.

The middle-aged man was overjoyed, but before the smile appeared on his face, his body was crushed directly by a force and turned into blood mist with a bang.

The wandering soul of the great elder of Xuanguanmen watched all this in a daze. After the middle-aged man died, he found that he had become a lonely ghost, and his father was also in front of him. He suddenly said with a ferocious face:

"Father, we must avenge this!!!"

Du Huiru was stunned, and the remaining Xuan Guan Sect monks also looked horrified and gasped in their hearts.

One had achieved great perfection after leaving the body, and the other was a Nascent Soul. Within a few breaths, they both died on the spot!

"As a monk, since I have devoted myself to the Blood Spirit Cult, there is no reason to continue to live."

Fang Chen said calmly and glanced at Du Huiru: "Their father and son are the masterminds of killing brother Du Fei. Your hesitation just now is disrespectful to your brother."

"I……"

Du Huiru looked a little confused.

Fang Chen shook his head slightly. How could such a mind be able to cultivate to the realm of Nascent Soul? It can only be said that the opportunity was too good.

"It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. It's best for you to leave here. After all, no one can tell which of these monks are Blood Spirit Cult monks."

Fang Chen's eyes fell on the group of monks from Xuan Guan Sect. Hearing this, they quickly opened their mouths to defend themselves, claiming that they were not Blood Spirit Sect monks, for fear that they would also be killed on the spot.

Du Huiru was silent for a few moments, nodded slightly, bowed to Fang Chen and then left.

The wandering spirit of the middle-aged man was still trying to attack Fang Chen, but due to the different paths between humans and ghosts, he couldn't even touch Fang Chen's hair.

"Don't waste your efforts. There are masters in our teaching who are wandering the underworld. Now we have become wandering souls. We must first find the road to the underworld and reach the underworld. If we can join up with those masters, we will still have a chance."

The great elder of Xuan Guan Sect said coldly.

"I want to remember what this person looks like."

The middle-aged man hated Fang Chen deeply. He stood in front of Fang Chen and stared at him, trying to imprint his appearance deep in his heart.

Until Fang Chen also looked at him, and their eyes collided.

"Remember?"

Fang Chen said calmly.

"Can you see me!?"

The middle-aged man stepped back continuously, his expression full of fear.

The Great Elder of Xuanguan Sect looked astonished and immediately flew to his side, staring at Fang Chen.

Fang Chen lightly stamped his foot, and neatly dressed Li Badao appeared behind him with his body bowed.

"I've seen you sir!"

Li Badao's eyes flashed with excitement.

In the past few years, he had not seen Fang Chen calling him, thinking that he had lost favor, and even tried to get some information from Shangguan.

Being summoned again today shows that his favor is still there!

"Take these two back and ask them carefully."

Fang Chen said.

The two wandering spirits looked at Li Badao in astonishment. They obviously felt that this was also a ghost, but unlike them, the aura on the other side was vaguely creepy!

"yes!"

Without saying a word, Li Badao immediately caught the two of them and returned to Huangquan Road.

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Now that the concentration liquid is enough, the problem of Zhulong's essence and blood is not big, and there are still more than 20,000 middle-grade spiritual stones left.

Enough to enter the Three Thousand Dao Realm forty times, which is four hundred years.

Everything is ready.

In the Three Thousand Dao Realm, Fang Chen sat cross-legged in the center of the Dao Palace and began to run the Three Thousand Dao Dharma Distraction Chapter.

In front of him, there was a bottle of candle dragon blood essence and ten bottles of concentration liquid.

A few days later, Fang Chen inhaled gently, and a drop of Zhulong's essence and blood and a ounce of concentration liquid flew out of the jade bottle and disappeared into his body.

Time passed day by day, and one day about half a year later, Fang Chen's soul suddenly began to vibrate at an overclocking speed.

Immediately afterwards, a phantom appeared on the soul, slowly separated from the main body, and sat cross-legged not far away.

This phantom looks exactly like Fang Chen.

The first soul was successfully differentiated.

As long as he waits for him to develop a physical body, Fang Chen will have steadily entered the distraction period.

A few years later, the second soul was successfully differentiated.

Another ten years passed, and the third soul was successfully differentiated.

Twenty years later, the fourth soul was successfully differentiated.

Fifty years.

Eighty years.

a hundred years.

Near Fang Chen, there were seven figures sitting cross-legged. They were all carved out of the same mold as him, and there was no difference at all.

The difference is that the earliest successfully differentiated Yuanshen has condensed into a physical body and is sitting cross-legged to practice.

The seventh soul that has just been differentiated is still in the process of turning from virtual to real.

Next, the eighth soul took a full hundred years to differentiate successfully.

Time passes day by day.

When the middle-grade spiritual stones were about to be exhausted, the ninth soul finally differentiated successfully.

Throughout the process, the middle-grade spiritual stones were used to open the Three Thousand Dao Realm.

The concentration fluid has been used up.

There were only a few drops of Zhulong's essence and blood left.

During this period, a high-grade spiritual stone was lost.

The amount of spiritual power required to be distracted is terrifying. Although Fang Chen's recovery speed is amazing, if there is no high-grade spiritual stone to wrap up the whole process, the whole process may take another hundred or two hundred years!

"It took nearly four hundred years to separate the nine souls and receive the blessing of high-grade spiritual stones..."

Fang Chen let out a breath of turbid air.

No wonder most monks only choose Yuanshen below the Six Paths. The time spent alone is enough to kill most monks.

The lifespan increased by being promoted to a distracted mind after leaving the body is only about four hundred. If it takes so many years to break through the realm, it is very likely that the original spirit will have died of old age before the soul is successfully differentiated.

He made a rough estimate and found that he had been in the Three Thousand Dao Realm for about six to seven hundred years from before to now.

This is his true life span now.

Fang Chen quietly felt the current state. When the state was stable, his improvement would not be much compared to the out-of-body Dzogchen.

The spiritual power has probably increased three to four times.

But...he still has nine distractions.

If they become one, both spiritual power and soul will be greatly improved.

Before being promoted to merge, monks in the distraction stage can also merge briefly. This is the moment when their combat effectiveness is at its peak.