Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Zhang Shaoming looked at Chen Shan with a strange expression and said nothing.

When Chen Shan saw this, he suddenly let go of his hand and said with waning spirits:

"Zhang Shaoming, if you can't stand up, everyone will die in vain. Think about it carefully."

After saying that, he turned around and left with the others, leaving Zhang Shaoming alone and meditating.

"Come forward?"

Zhang Shaoming suddenly laughed at himself.

How to get ahead.

Although he had strong talent before, he was just a Qi-refining monk.

But this time, behind the destruction of the city and the death of people, there is such a terrifying danger.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Shaoming suddenly sat cross-legged on the spot with his eyes closed tightly.

Then a faint wisp of white air swept out from his fingertips and wrapped around his body.

After a few breaths, his face turned red, his throat was slightly sweet, and he spat out a cloud of blood mist with a pop.

Zhang Shaoming looked a little depressed and muttered to himself:

"It can't be calculated, it can't be calculated at all. Even if I have acquired the Xuanmen skills inexplicably, it is difficult to calculate my future prospects, and it is impossible to calculate where this danger comes from.

Even if I can't figure this out, how can I avenge my relatives at home and the innocent people in the city? "

"Zhang Shaoming, why are you lazy there? Come to the mines soon!"

Someone shouted in the distance.

"coming."

Zhang Shaoming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up and left.

Fang Chen silently watched his back until he disappeared at the entrance of the mine.

"The art of Xuanmen..."

There was a hint of thought in Fang Chen's eyes.

Zhang Shaoming's method just now reminded him of Mr. Li Dao.

Similar white energy, same deduction method.

Is there any connection between the two?

“One is in the Tai Cang Territory in the upper three realms, and the other is in the Ancient Ancient Territory in the lower six realms.

The two are far apart. Without special means, even a Nine-turn Immortal would have to spend countless years making a round trip..."

After pondering for a moment, Fang Chen suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and his soul rose into the air and flew in the direction of his physical body.

Half a month later.

Zhang Shaoming crawled out of the mine, handed the ore he dug to the supervisor, and then limped away towards the distance.

This time he encountered some dangers deep in the mine and injured his left leg.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly froze.

I saw a group of miners gathered in front of me.

He knew both groups of miners, and they were somewhat of a small force in the Yum Mine.

They seemed to be quarreling fiercely, and the quarrel even attracted the cold gaze of the nearby supervisor.

Such quarrels are common in Yum Mine. What stunned Zhang Shaoming was that there was a person lying in the middle of the two groups of people.

It was Chen Shan who came from the same place as him.

Chen Shan's face was bloodless, his eyes were closed tightly, and he lay on the ground silently, as if he had lost his life.

Zhang Shaoming watched for a while and walked silently towards Chen Shan.

As he got closer, the quarrels and curses between the two parties became clearer and clearer.

It sounded like there was a dispute between the two parties under the mine, and the dispute continued until both parties came out of the mine.

Chen Shan also lost his life because of this dispute.

"It's Zhang Shaoming."

Someone noticed that Zhang Shaoming was walking towards here.

The yelling and cursing on both sides became lower and lower, and they both looked at him silently.

Zhang Shaoming came to Chen Shan's body, confirmed that he was dead, and left with his body.

"Wait a minute, no one is allowed to leave until the matter is resolved."

Someone blocked Zhang Shaoming's path: "Put down Chen Shan's body."

"He is dead."

Zhang Shaoming reminded.

"The dead are not allowed to leave. Maybe the ore we threw is on him."

The other party sneered.

"I don't care what conflicts arise between you, Chen Shan and I came from the same place.

Everyone in his family should be dead. Now that he dies here, I have to collect his body. "

Zhang Shaoming said lightly.

"What body to collect? It's not too late to collect the body after the matter is resolved. Or do you know where Chen Shan put the thing?"

Did it go into the stomach? Then we have to cut open his stomach and take a look. "

Among the other party's group, a person who had been silent suddenly spoke.

As soon as he opened his mouth, others shut their mouths, because this person had a good level of cultivation and was at the twelfth level of Qi refining, and could build a foundation in no time.

"Fellow Taoist Mountain, the air here is like a tidal wave. If Chen Shan's body is exposed here again, he will stink after a while."

Zhang Shaoming tried to reason with the other party.

As a result, the other party didn't listen at all. He walked directly in front of Zhang Shaoming and slapped him to the ground.

He looked down at Zhang Shaoming:

"I said before the matter is clarified, Chen Shan's body cannot be taken away, even if it smells bad."

"Isn't it okay if it smells bad?"

Zhang Shaoming looked at each other blankly, with a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes:

"We are all miners, why should we embarrass each other? Are there any monks worse off than us today?"

"nonsense."

The other party frowned slightly, assuming that Zhang Shaoming was not used to his current identity.

The two sides got into an argument again.

"Want to kill them?"

A voice suddenly sounded in Zhang Shaoming's ears.

"Who are you?"

"Me? I am the Demon Ancestor. If you want to kill them, I can help you."

"Demon Ancestor?"

Zhang Shaoming looked a little confused.

He glanced around but didn't see who was talking to him.

"Yes, I am the Demon Ancestor. Answer me quickly. Do you want to kill them?

Kill them and you can bury your friend properly and let him rest in peace. "

"It turns out that I fell into a demonic disaster."

Zhang Shaoming suddenly reacted, and then he ignored the voice in his ears and immediately sat cross-legged, muttering something in his mouth, as if he was reciting a scripture for meditation.

A few years ago, everyone around him had experienced a demonic disaster, and some of the things that happened at that time were still vivid in his mind.

At that time, he still wondered why no evil disaster had come to him.

Thinking about it now, it is obvious that this evil disaster is late.

After an unknown amount of time, the two parties finally discovered Zhang Shaoming's strange state.

"Is this... a demonic disaster?"

Some people were surprised and doubtful.

"Why is there another demonic disaster!?"

One person took a deep breath and exclaimed.

The supervisor who was watching the excitement came out of the air. When he found that Zhang Shaoming was trapped in a demonic disaster, his expression became extremely solemn.

After a few breaths of silence, he suddenly took out his flying sword and slashed at Zhang Shaoming.

Everyone was horrified, but they didn't dare to stop him at all.

Because this overseer is a foundation-building monk, even if they all take action, they can't stop him.

When the flying sword was about to land on Zhang Shaoming, a figure suddenly appeared and gently pinched the tip of the flying sword.

The flying sword suddenly stopped, and the strength on its body could not be released for a while, causing the sword hilt to tremble and make a buzzing sound.

"Who are you!?"

The supervisor was a little surprised: "Why did you stop me from killing this man? He has fallen into a demonic disaster and is very likely to become a demon!"

"Being caught in a demonic disaster may not necessarily lead to becoming a demon."

Fang Chen threw the flying sword back casually, "Don't gather here, we'll all disperse."

After saying this, his eyes fell on Zhang Shaoming and his brows wrinkled slightly.