Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"The three great immortal kings are here!"

Zhou Bufan stood up with an excited expression, his eyes as hot as looking at the first woman he liked in his life.

Everyone put down their teacups, suppressed their inner excitement, and stared at the three immortal kings.

These three immortal kings would not come here together for no reason. Since they are here, it must be what they imagined!

Seeing the three immortal kings getting closer and closer, Zhou Bufan quickly clasped his fists and bowed:

"Goodbye..."

Ouyang Xuanzhen waved his hand gently: "Sit down and drink tea, it's none of your business."

After saying that, the three of them crossed the crowd and came to Li Daoye and others who had already received the news. They talked enthusiastically, then entered the mountain gate and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Everyone looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.

"Why...those three seem to have a good relationship with the Three Thousand Dao Sect? Did I remember it wrong?"

The beggar Taoist looked at the crowd, trying to get the answer from their mouths.

Unfortunately, no one could answer his question. Their eyes fell on Zhou Bufan, their eyes full of confusion and confusion.

Zhou Bufan sat down without saying a word, thoughtfully.

About half an hour later, the three immortal kings walked out of the three thousand gates again, and were polite to Mr. Li along the way:

"Sect Master, there is no need to see each other off. From now on, our three Taoist palaces will all obey the Sect Master's instructions. We will attack wherever the Sect Master wants us to."

"You are too polite."

With his face glowing red, Mr. Li sent the three of them away, then turned around and returned to the mountain gate with a smile.

"I……"

The beggar Taoist plucked his ears: "Did you hear that right just now?"

"Door, Master, please stay!"

Zhou Bufan bravely raised his hands and bowed.

Master Li stopped, glanced at a few people, and said calmly:

"What's up?"

"Sect Master...the three Immortal Kings just now..."

Zhou Bufan was cautious, fearing that his words would anger the other person and cause him to drink another vat of tea.

But if he doesn't ask about this matter, I'm afraid his heart will not be completely peaceful next.

"Oh, you are talking about the three Immortal Kings. They are here to deliver the skills this time. From now on, the Dayan Dao Sect, the Xiantian Dao Sect, and the Morning Star Dao Sect will be merged into the Three Thousand Dao Sects."

Li Daoye pointed to the sky, then to the ground, and said with a smile: "There will be no other Taoist sects between heaven and earth, only the three thousand Taoist sects here."

Mr. Li Dao is gone.

Everyone stood there in despair, like zombies.

The news that Mr. Li Daoye gave them was too shocking and full of confusion.

The Three Great Sects...why did they bow to the Three Thousand Sects in such a short period of time?

Could it be that Huang Yuan was involved in this matter?

"This may be the place where we will sit and die."

Someone chuckled and looked at the three thousand gates with a crazy expression: "I don't want to continue to bear the humiliation. Even if I die, I don't want to stay here and be insulted by others all my life."

"Don't be impulsive, keep the green hills and don't worry about running out of firewood."

Zhou Bufan said coldly: "As long as you live, there is a glimmer of hope. Are you willing to waste all your years of hard work?"

"..."

The desire to die that had just risen completely dissipated because of Zhou Bufan's words.

Everyone sat down again, drinking tea and discussing Taoism as usual, with no sign of any discomfort.

Daxia, the Imperial Palace.

The old dragon crossed his legs and drank the tea made by Xia Xuanji himself while looking at Fang Chen not far away, as well as Qi Tianran and Shen Tucang standing behind him.

"Brother Fang, I feel something is not right lately. Did something happen last time I went to the underworld with you?"

The old dragon asked casually.

Going yin?

Xia Xuanji's eyes moved slightly and he sat back on the dragon chair, a look of contemplation flashed in his eyes.

"Senior, have you ever heard of the ways of ghosts and gods?"

Fang Chen said.

"The Ghost and God Path... There are rumors in ancient times that this path is the same as the True Immortal Path. They are two different ways to defy the heavens."

The old dragon thought thoughtfully: "So, when I was in the underworld, was it considered that I had entered the realm of ghosts and gods?"

Fang Chen nodded.

"What are the restrictions on this path?"

The old dragon looked solemn.

He was following the True Immortal Path and suddenly entered the Ghost Path, so he was naturally afraid of affecting his subsequent practice.

"There are not many restrictions, but there are some benefits. If the senior's physical lifespan in the human world is exhausted and he passes away, his soul will not be annihilated, and he can still continue to follow the path of ghosts and gods."

Fang Chen smiled.

"That's fine."

The old dragon suddenly sighed softly:

"If you hadn't taken action, let alone being promoted to rank four this time, I would have been robbed when I left the mountain."

"I had left a lot of strength before taking action. When Li Wuwang and others receive the news, they will definitely think that the old man is still at level three and will encounter a thunder disaster at any time."

"What are you going to do next? Bring them here and deal with them together? Or should I just go there directly?"

"In addition to Li Wuwang, there is also a third-level sword cultivator, plus Song Zhili. These three people must be present at the same time. The senior's action is worth the price."

Fang Chen thought for a while, "With their level of caution, it will be impossible for them to set foot here again for a long time. Even if they come, they won't be three people together."

"you mean?"

The old dragon's eyes moved slightly.

"Seniors can wait a little longer. The later they take action, the better it will be for us."

Fang Chen said.

"Can."

The old dragon nodded gently.

"Thank you, senior."

Fang Chen cupped his hands and smiled.

With the old dragon in charge of Daxia, even if Song Zhili and the three of them came together, they would not get any benefit.

After chatting for a while, Old Jiaolong said goodbye and left. He now lives in Fang Mansion in Kyoto.

"Fang Chen, those guys who came a few days ago... what are their origins?"

Xia Xuanji looked solemn.

"Qiu Feng's sword cultivators probably won't be here for a while. They suffered heavy losses this time."

Fang Chen said.

"Prisoner Feng Sword Cultivator... is really going from wave to wave."

Xia Xuanji frowned slightly.

What he is doing now is no longer on the same level as Fang Chen. He only hopes that the scene like that day will not happen again.

"There are old dragons sitting here. You two go and join them. Within half a year, I will disqualify the Sky Demon, Feixing, and Saint Puppet from being promoted to a first-class empire."

Fang Chen looked at Shen Tucang and Qi Tianran.

"yes."

The two nodded slightly, with a cold look in their eyes.

The qualification to be promoted to a first-class empire does not depend on how strong these three empires are, but on the ancestors behind them.

As long as the religious ancestors behind them are eliminated, these three second-grade empires will no longer be able to make any waves.

"Your Majesty, Du Yunxu has been here before. He said that the wandering soul you asked him to find some time ago has been found."

Shen Tucang said.

"found it?"

Fang Chen smiled and nodded, "Then I'll go there myself."

In the underworld, go to Beijing.

A wandering soul stood in front of Du Yunxu, looking a little uneasy. He didn't know why this big shot called a small character like himself here.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for him and this person to have an intersection.