Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"Why is this so...why is this so..."

Wu Xiang murmured to himself, but no one could hear his voice anymore.

He became a wandering ghost.

"I have been cultivating quietly for so many years. After the old man died, I wanted to show up, but Li Changsheng was promoted to a first-level immortal. In order to avoid his sharp edges, I practiced harder."

"Today, all the masters here are dormant, and I have also been promoted to the second rank immortal..."

"This is supposed to be a situation where the king dominates the world. Why is it like this...Who is the owner of that sword?"

"You have indeed put in a lot of effort for revenge. You have practiced for many years, but in the end you can't withstand a sword. Alas..."

A voice sounded in Wuxiang's ears.

Wuxiang looked around blankly and saw Fang Chen, "Can you see me?"

Fang Chen nodded.

Wu Xiang sighed: "It seems that you are also a wandering spirit. You saw it just now. I am not willing to accept it... I died before I even saw the owner of that sword..."

"That sword is called 'Wu Jian'. It is his sword domain."

Fang Chen said.

"The Infinite Sword Realm...these sword cultivators...are all evildoers, haha..."

Wuxiang couldn't help but laugh at himself.

At the same time, the monks from all sides kept staring at the hanging corpse in silence.

Some middle and third level monks only felt that this sword was very strong.

But the immortal kings present saw a very terrifying scene from this sword.

Especially those religious ancestors present, they felt the terror of this sword most clearly.

The second-level immortal said to kill...just kill...

Could it be that the old swordsman is not dead at all, and has already cultivated here to the realm of the ancestor?

At that time, the aura of the Xuxian Sword Sect that was steaming like the blazing sun finally began to collect.

It's like the scorching sun sinking into the sea.

"Is this a failure or a success?"

The immortal kings present looked at each other.

Only those religious ancestors saw the clues.

One of them said loudly: "Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Wang for being promoted to the position of Patriarch!"

The sound was mighty, sweeping in all directions like a wave.

Several other religious ancestors also spoke to congratulate.

It was only at this moment that everyone was sure that Wang Zhenlong had really been promoted to the position of the Patriarch.

Being promoted to the Patriarch as a sword cultivator, he is an existence comparable to Li Changsheng...

"Our Xuxian Sword Sect hasn't gone out to ask for swords for a long time.

Thousands of sword cultivators from the Xuxian Sword Sect obey the order and follow me to the Sea of ​​Immortals and Demons to ask for swords! "

The terrifying sword force flew towards the sea of ​​immortals and demons.

Then countless sword lights followed closely behind.

"That Formless God Sect is going to destroy the sect..."

Someone murmured.

"Not just the Wuxiang Divine Sect, it is estimated that the entire sea of ​​immortals and demons will be implicated in this, and the sea will sink three feet from now on..."

Someone smiled bitterly.

"Ten Thousand Sword Cultivators? It doesn't look like it... and there's only... um... why are you covering my mouth!?"

"The one who said he is a cultivator of Ten Thousand Swords, then he is a cultivator of Ten Thousand Swords. Be obedient and don't be stubborn. You don't want them to come to your door to ask about swords, right?"

"...That's the truth."

The faces of the hundreds of thousands of monks present were complicated. It is estimated that what happened today will be widely spread in the near future.

The reputation of Ten Thousand Sword Cultivators is about to be confirmed...

"Let's all disperse. It seems that the Void Immortal Sword Sect has all disappeared..."

The Patriarch of Beidou suddenly waved his hand, then bowed his hand to the Xuxian Sword Sect, and then turned and left.

When everyone saw this move, they suddenly reacted and imitated his movements. Before leaving, they all bowed to the Xuxian Sword Sect.

Wang Zhenlong may have really led a group of disciples and disciples to kill the sea of ​​immortals and demons.

But the one who just killed the Wuxiang Sect Ancestor with one sword must not have left yet.

"Damn it, my Formless Cult..."

Wuxiang murmured to himself and looked helplessly in the direction of the sea of ​​immortals and demons.

"A lot of effort was put into it?"

"Yes...it took me many years of hard work..."

Wu Xiang murmured: "I thought that this time I came out of the mountain, no one in the world could beat me... That's right!"

He woke up instantly and looked at his physical body: "My spiritual treasure..."

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly dispersed in the wind and disappeared without a trace. Obviously, his spiritual treasure was also destroyed by the sword just now.

"Hey, this is life."

Fang Chen sighed lightly, and then flew towards the Xuxian Sword Sect.

Wu Xiang was stunned for a long time before he hurriedly followed:

"Why are you going there? Forget it, we are wandering souls, there is nothing to be afraid of. I will go over with you to see whose sword is so sharp."

Fang Chen did not stop Wuxiang.

When the two of them passed by the Eclipse Dragon King and the Immortal Lord, Fang Chen waved to the Ghost Infant, and the Ghost Infant followed him with one person in each hand.

"they are?"

Wu Xiang was slightly startled, but after seeing the appearance of the ghost infant, he guessed that this was also a wandering spirit, but much stronger than his new wandering spirit, and he couldn't help but feel a little more solemn in his heart.

At that time, the Eclipse Dragon King and the Immortal Lord could not say a word.

Because their mouths were sealed by the ghost babies.

The Immortal Lord couldn't recognize who Fang Chen was, but the Eclipse Dragon King knew who Fang Chen was, and his eyes were full of horror.

The two of them never thought that they would encounter such a change if they just came to watch a lively event in advance.

What to do next with that test! ?

Fang Chen flew into Xuxian Sword Sect. Li Wuwang and other sword cultivators had been waiting for a long time and stepped forward one after another.

"Is it him? Was he the one who killed me with one sword?"

Wu Xiang pointed at Li Wuwang and looked at Fang Chen.

"yes."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

"These sword cultivators are indeed treacherous. The original one was already treacherous enough, but his descendants are even more treacherous than him."

Wu Xiang stared at Li Wuwang with hatred in his eyes:

"You deliberately released the news that Wang Zhenlong was promoted to the Patriarch just to lure me here. Damn it, damn it!"

Li Wuwu walked up to Fang Chen and bowed, then smiled and said:

"Your Majesty, why did you bring this guy's wandering soul here? He is of no use at all now, is he?"

"Prince?"

Wu Xiang looked at Fang Chen blankly, and then turned pale with shock:

"How can he see you!? Who are you!?"

"If he wants to follow him, I don't care if he thinks about it. I'll just let him die in peace."

Fang Chen smiled.

Li Wuwang understood in his heart, and then looked at the Dragon Eclipse King and the Immortal Lord, wondering:

"These two?"

"Master and I originally planned to catch a few small fish, but we never expected that two loaches would take the bait. Compared to the ancestor of the Wuxiang Sect, these two are much more valuable."

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

Then he lightly slapped the Eclipse Dragon King with his palm.

The body of the Eclipse Dragon King was shattered on the spot, leaving a dazed wandering soul standing there.

He also allowed the ghost infant to temporarily release his control over the Immortal Lord.

He immediately raised his hand and said: "Sir, is there any misunderstanding between us?

My juniors and I were just passing by here, and we did not intend to prevent the Taoist friend just now from being promoted to a first-level immortal. "

"Can you go to the underworld? Let's go to the underworld to talk."

Fang Chen smiled.