Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

The moment Wang Chongsong passed away in the Void Immortal Sword Sect, the life lamp he left in the Sword Sect was extinguished.

The leader of the sect died inexplicably, which made the senior officials of Xuxian Sword Sect extremely angry. Through their respective relationships, they simultaneously sent their disciples to try to find out the mystery of Wang Chongsong's death.

Gradually, Jian Zong received several similar opinions from all sides.

Today, the peak masters of each peak, the elders of the Chuan Gong Hall, and the two Xuanxian Ancestors who have been in seclusion for many years gathered in the Sect Master Hall.

Jijian Fengfeng Zhang Ling looked at everyone present. Everyone had a solemn look on their face, their brows furrowed, and they glanced out the door from time to time, as if they were waiting for someone.

She looked at Wang Zhenlong again, the only Immortal King of the Void Immortal Sword Sect. His expression was now very indifferent. There was no emotion on his face, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

But she could guess that Wang Zhenlong must be struggling in his heart.

In the corner of the main hall, there were many disciples of Ji Jianfeng who were close friends with Fang Chen, such as brother and sister Langya Wenqiu and Jing Xu and Jing Yuehan.

"Your Majesty, Fang Jianshou is here."

Someone entered the palace and handed over his hand to report.

Everyone was refreshed, and then they saw Fang Chen walking into the hall, and their eyes followed him all the way.

Wang Zhenlong had a smile on his face and nodded to Fang Chen:

"You're back, where is your junior sister?"

Jing Yuehan saw a flash of doubt in his eyes when Fairy Yu did not follow Fang Chen back.

"The demon fetus against immortality in Xiaoyu's body has not been resolved. Now in a quite safe place, the disciple is thinking of ways to see if he can resolve the troubles caused by the demon fetus against immortality."

Fang Chen cupped his hands and said.

Everyone was slightly startled, and their expressions became even weirder.

Jing Yuehan was a little confused. The demon fetus against the immortal was not resolved by the Jade Fairy? Then what kind of state was the Jade Fairy who came back?

Wang Zhenlong nodded lightly, "You have been away from the Sword Sect these years, traveling around, can you see the sect master?"

"seen."

Fang Chen nodded, "Over there in the sea of ​​immortals and demons."

Everyone looked at each other, their expressions becoming more solemn. They received the news that Wang Chongsong died in the Sea of ​​Immortals and Demons, and the person who killed him was none other than Fang Jianshou!

The bearded swordsman was the first to hold back and shouted directly:

"Fang Jianshou, the sect master's life lamp has been extinguished. Some people say that he was in the sea of ​​immortals and demons and was poisoned by you. What do you say about this?"

"I only have a son. Whether he is alive or dead, and if he is dead, how he died, I don't want to read the story in confusion."

Wang Zhenlong sighed.

"Elders, Senior Brother Fang has no reason to kill the sect leader. The news you have received may be to disturb the public and deliberately sow discord."

Langya Wenqiu couldn't help but speak.

"You have no place to speak here."

Zhang Ling glanced at her.

Langya Wenqiu was stunned for a moment, and bravely said: "Today you all ordered me to come here because you want to ask us about Senior Brother Fang's impression. We just said that Senior Brother Fang will never attack the sect leader. He is not like this. Man, what good does this do to him?"

Yes, what are the benefits?

Everyone nodded subconsciously. With Fang Chen's identity and talent, let alone becoming the master of the Void Immortal Sword Sect in the future, it would only be a matter of time before he could become a being like Taishang Wang.

What reason did he have to attack Wang Chongsong? There is a harmonious atmosphere among the upper and lower branches of Xuxian Sword Sect. There are very few internal fights. Wang Chongsong has never suppressed Fang Chen. Not only do they have no hatred, but Wang Chongsong also led people to fight against Dayan Dao Sect and helped Fang Chen out. Bad breath.

"Wang Chongsong... to be precise, he is not dead."

Everyone was stunned and looked at Fang Chen. The hidden meaning in this sentence was already obvious.

"Really...Senior Brother Fang killed him!?"

Langya Wenqiu looked a little confused.

Wang Zhenlong swayed, his eyes showing disappointment, dejection, and a hint of anger.

He didn't take action. Fang Chen dared to come here to confront everyone today. Naturally, he was fully prepared to confront him.

Maybe the one from Huangyuan is standing outside the door.

"Fang Chen, is the sect master really at your mercy?"

The bearded swordsman said angrily: "Why did the Xuxian Sword Sect treat you badly? You are still a disciple of Prince Wang. Speaking of which, you and the sect master are brothers in the same sect. Why did you attack him!?"

Fang Chen looked at Wang Zhenlong, their eyes met, one was calm, the other was complicated.

"Wang Chongsong is a monk of the Blood Spirit Sect."

Fang Chen said.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Is their sect leader a monk of the Blood Spirit Sect?

"Nonsense."

Bearded Sword Master was so angry that he laughed: "You said Qin Hucheng was a Blood Spirit Cult monk and died in your hands, and now you say that the sect leader is a Blood Spirit Cult monk?

Why don't you say that we are all Blood Spirit Sect monks, kill us all, and you alone will be in charge of this Void Immortal Sword Sect. "

"This reason is not convincing enough."

A peak master muttered: "Even if the sect master is really a monk of the Blood Spirit Cult, you have no reason to kill him. You need to ask the Supreme Prince Wang how to deal with it."

"You just said...my son is not dead. What do you mean by that? His life-cup has been extinguished. Logically speaking, he is completely dead."

Wang Zhenlong said.

"I heard from Immortal King Ji that Wang Chongsong had thirty-six levels of bones, and the one who died here was just one of them. I later went to Red Desert Star and confirmed that it was true. There was also a Wang Chongsong there. .”

Fang Chen smiled and said, "If he was just a monk from the Blood Spirit Sect, I might ask the master for instructions on how to deal with it, but he was the one who planted the demonic fetus against the immortal in Xiaoyu.

This time, he teamed up with Xiaoyu to try to lure me into the enemy's trap. So, why should I not destroy his heavy bones? "

Everyone looked confused, as if they understood a small part of it, and the other half didn't understand it at all.

Bone phase? Red Desert Star?

The devil's fetus against immortality?

"You mean, my son is not my son?"

Wang Zhenlong frowned slightly.

"have no idea."

Fang Chen shook his head. He didn't know what method Wang Chongsong used, let alone what kind of magic technique the thirty-six layers of bones were.

Seize the body? Rebirth?

"All of this is just your one-sided statement, but you admit that the sect master died at your hands, but you cannot prove that the sect master is related to the Immortal Reversing Demon Fetus."

The bearded swordsman said solemnly: "You need to give us an explanation and give the sword sect an explanation."

"I have almost figured out the details of the Demon Fetus Against the Immortal. Qin Hucheng alone is not enough to plant the Demon Fetus against the Immortal. There are still people in Jijian Peak who are helping Wang Chongsong plan this matter."

Fang Chen said.

"What evidence do you have?"

Zhang Ling frowned.

"Let Qin Hucheng do the talking."

Fang Chen smiled and stamped his feet.

Everyone was stunned. Let a dead person speak? How can a dead man speak?

Just when they were stunned, a puff of smoke swirled around Fang Chen, and the next moment it turned into a figure that was very familiar to everyone.

"Senior Brother Qin!?"

Langya Wenqiu and others took a deep breath.

Qin Hucheng looked pale, and hugged Wang Zhenlong's fists guiltily:

"Disciple, pay homage to the Supreme Prince."