Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"I have been proud of the Eight Desolations' Immortal-Suppressing Supreme Sword Scripture for more than a thousand years, but I have never struck out the seventh sword.

Today, you may be able to see his style. "

Fang Chen looked at the surging beasts, and his aura suddenly changed and kept rising!

The experiences of more than a thousand years came to mind.

When he was young, he also encountered dangers, forcibly overdrafting his longevity, and performing sword moves that should not have been possible for him with such low cultivation at that time.

In Fang Chen's view, this situation was due to lack of preparation and lack of strength, so he had no choice but to act.

From then on, he took every step carefully and never put himself in real danger.

Whatever you do, leave some room for it.

Therefore, the sword moves he made later stopped at the sixth sword.

He would never again encounter a dilemma that would allow him to strike out with the seventh sword.

There are more peaceful and simple ways to resolve any danger, so that even on the day of death, many people don't even know by whose hands they died.

Today, he may choose to be eliminated directly and leave the Holy Tower.

But this conflicts with his purpose.

He just wanted to see what the limit was for the fifth revolution in the Mingxu period!

"If you miss this opportunity, you may really miss it."

In an instant, a strand of immortal energy condensed into a long sword in his palm.

Since it was in the Book of Immortals, he knew from the beginning that the small sword could not be used.

Neither she nor Zhou Tianzhijian belong here, and neither of them are disciples of the Samsara Immortal Sect who have mastered the immortality of the human world like him.

The Supreme Sword Sutra of Eight Wastelands to Suppress Immortals - The Seventh Sword!

Fang Chen slashed out with one sword!

At this moment, the immortal energy in his body bottomed out instantly, and the longevity energy was also like running water, slashed out together with the seventh sword.

Dozens of strange beasts fighting alone, whose strength was not weaker than Xie Aman's, seemed not to feel the danger, but still came towards them.

Then, they were chopped into pieces by the sword force like laser sword rain, and disappeared into ashes.

It was calm again here, with only a straight figure standing between heaven and earth.

Fang Chen already knew the result before he drew his sword.

"My lifespan has been reduced by several hundred, but it's still acceptable."

Fang Chen laughed at himself.

This proves that with his current strength, he still cannot easily execute the seventh sword.

Fortunately, a life span of hundreds of years is not too much for a fifth-level immortal like him, and there is no sign of aging in his appearance.

Another year has passed.

In this year, Fang Chen managed to survive at the cost of more than a thousand years of life.

This year is his sixteenth year entering the Holy Tower.

Fang Chen sighed softly as he watched dozens of strange beasts with terrifying auras rushing towards him.

He can no longer test the five-turn limit here.

Each of these strange beasts now could probably compete with him in his heyday.

Unless the seventh sword is used again, it may be suppressed with one sword.

But even so, his remaining life span is not enough to last him until next year.

If he wanted to forcefully test the fifth-turn limit, he would have to be prepared to die here, and Fang Chen would naturally not do that.

So today is also his last day in the Holy Tower.

"bring it on."

Fang Chen smiled and closed his eyes.

Let the strange beasts pounce on him, bite and devour him.

The picture flashed before his eyes, and he was already standing at the gate of the Holy Tower.

Today happens to be the day when the Holy Tower opens. Many people are waiting for the Holy Tower to open, go in and practice cultivation, and break through the barriers.

As soon as Fang Chen appeared, he immediately attracted dozens of attentions.

"That's not Ancestor Chen. Ancestor Chen has been in the Holy Tower for sixteen years. I'm afraid he has already broken through, right?"

Everyone looked at Fang Chen with curiosity, but they didn't know Fang Chen's previous cultivation level, and they couldn't see Fang Chen's cultivation level at this moment. They didn't know whether he had made a breakthrough.

"Ancestor, are you out of seclusion? Have you gained anything from this practice?"

Fang Ding flashed in the void and appeared in front of Fang Chen.

"We have gained something. Is there any news about Taichu True Breast?"

Fang Chen smiled.

Fang Ding didn't dare to go up to check Fang Chen's cultivation level, so he thought Fang Chen had broken through, so he smiled and said:

"The people below have obtained the True Milk of the First Age and are on their way to Dragon Burial City. I think it will be delivered within a year or two."

"Did you really get it?"

Fang Chen was a little surprised.

He originally just wanted to try his luck, but he didn't expect that the Fang family was so good at finding him a piece of Taichu True Breast during the Mingxu Period?

One or two Taichu True Breasts are enough for him to be promoted to the Sixth Rank Sword Immortal.

"It's a coincidence that the Taichu True Milk you want can't be found in the land of Mingxu. However, we also have people on the Yan Clan's side, so we learned that the slave soldiers and monsters under the Yan Clan have it in their hands. The true milk of the primordial time.”

Fang Ding smiled.

When Fang Chen heard this, he secretly sighed in his heart, why did he forget this incident.

During the Nine Realms period, the human race had not yet migrated here, and those who became immortals were all demons.

The path to true immortality is naturally controlled by the demon clan.

Even though the Tao Seeking Sect took a step that they could not turn back and left the Nine Realms, they should have brought a batch of elixirs and spiritual materials from the True Immortal Path with them.

This naturally includes Taichu True Milk!

"So good, so good."

Fang Chen couldn't help but smile and nodded.

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Dragon Burial City is becoming more and more lively than in previous years. People with magical powers from all over the world are arriving one after another, just to witness with their own eyes the wonder of Fang Bansheng becoming a saint!

It has been two years since Fang Chen left the Holy Tower, and less than two years since Shengdian's birthday.

Today, the magical person responsible for transporting the True Milk of the First Age has arrived at Dragon Burial City, but he is not qualified to enter Haizhi, so Fang Ding called Fang Chen to come to Chaoxian Tower to get the True Milk of the First Age.

"Ancestor, don't be surprised when you see someone coming later."

Fang Ding followed Fang Chen and whispered.

"Why are you surprised?"

Fang Chen was a little strange.

After Fang Ding explained in a low voice, Fang Chen gradually understood and looked slightly weird.

In the private room, the magical person who was responsible for transporting the True Breast of Taichu showed a wary look when he saw Fang Ding and the two of them. It was not until he saw the jade token in Fang Ding's hand that he stood up with a respectful expression, cupped his hands and said:

"I have met these two adults!"

Fang Chen looked at the person in front of him carefully.

Although the demonic aura on the opponent's body has somewhat subdued, Fang Chen, who has dealt with the demon clan many times, can tell at a glance that he is from the demon clan.

His cultivation level is quite good, at least he is a nine-turn demon like Fang Ding!

Judging from the current situation of the Monster Clan, a Nine-Rank Demon must also be a big shot in the Monster Clan.

But such a big shot, in Fang Ding's words, became a little spy developed by the Fang family in the Yan clan.

If it weren't for Fang Ding's explanation, Fang Chen would never have thought that during the Mingxu period, the Fang family had already gathered a group of demon clans to inquire about information from the Yan clan.

"Quickly take out the True Milk of Taichu."

Fang Ding said calmly.

If he were to treat a ninth-level human race, he would definitely be a little more polite.

But the other party was a ninth-level slave soldier and a subordinate, so his attitude was naturally a bit cold.