Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Time flies, and it has been nearly a hundred years since the Battle of the Holy Tower ended.

The affairs of the God Clan have gradually calmed down over the past hundred years.

According to the occasional news from Haezhi, the Gods have been completely broken into pieces.

From the most powerful clan that has guarded the Divine Realm for generations, it has become a fragmented exile group.

Some God Semi-Saints have defected to other ethnic groups, and some God Semi-Saints have left the Divine Realm with their tribesmen.

During this period, many protoss naturally encountered evil hands, and the difficulties were beyond the ordinary experience.

"Ancestor Chen, someone has come to our door again, but I'm afraid you have to see him this time."

Fang Ding appeared outside the small courtyard and looked at Fang Chen who was making tea with a wry smile.

"Is the identity of the person coming here something important?"

Fang Chen asked casually.

He spent these years consolidating his seventh-level cultivation, and went to the Haizhi Holy Tower when he had time.

Use the 'oppression' of the Holy Tower to exhaust your immortal energy again and again.

Unknowingly, it reached the peak of the seventh rank again.

At the same time, the time for him to leave Mingxu was getting closer.

During this period, magical power users from powerful clans occasionally came to the door, trying to judge their own strength level by fighting Fang Chen, in order to achieve good results in the next Holy Tower battle.

In the past, when the Protoss was powerful, they were not qualified to find the Protoss' No. 1 at the same level.

Later, when the Protoss fell, those No. 1s at the same level were hidden by someone. In short, their whereabouts were so strange that they could not be found at all.

Finally, they turned their attention to Fang Chen.

One comes every few years, and dozens of them have been dealt with before and after.

"Twelve powerful clans, shadow clan..."

Fang Ding whispered.

When he said this, he himself didn't quite believe that the twelve powerful tribes would have people with supernatural powers come here to find this ancestor Chen.

Those who came before, the ones with the highest status, were only from the top 100 powerful families.

"The Shadow Clan... let's meet them."

Fang Chen's expression changed, he nodded slightly, and followed Fang Ding towards the living room.

He had always thought that the Shadow Bodhisattva's technique was the ancestral Tianyan technique of the Three Thousand Dao Sects.

It's the same as the Skinning Technique and the Blue Thunder Technique.

It wasn't until he participated in the Battle of the Holy Tower that he discovered that the Shadow Bodhisattva's technique was the natal magical power of the twelve powerful Shadow Clan.

living room.

A slender Shadow Tribe woman was sitting quietly.

She sat there motionless, like a sculpture, giving people the feeling that time had suddenly stopped.

There are also three golden lines on his face extending towards his chest.

Except that her body shape is similar to that of the human race, her appearance is very different from that of the human race. However, the magical power users of the Fang tribe who saw this girl before felt that this woman from the shadow tribe was extremely beautiful and heart-warming.

Suddenly, the woman seemed to notice something, stood up slowly, and looked out the door.

Fang Ding did not come in, but just stayed outside. Fang Chen entered the living room alone. After seeing the woman, he nodded lightly and sat down at the main seat.

Fang Chen sat and the Shadow Clan woman stood.

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time before the Shadow Clan woman said softly:

"Master Fang, the little girl Wu Xinling from the Shadow Clan."

She speaks in a soft voice, giving people a very quiet feeling.

But no one who knows the methods of the Shadow Clan would think that the girl in front of them is really a quiet person.

Every Shadow Clan is a born killer and a born warrior.

The Shadow Bodhisattva's technique has great advantages in terms of life-saving, surprise attack, and strong attack!

"Human Fang Chen."

Fang Chen nodded lightly: "I think your aura is not weak, but is it broken?"

"Well, the third step to breaking the limit is to condense the interior location."

Wu Xinling said.

“In the past, people with supernatural powers came to me, and they were always at the same level as me, wanting to judge their own level of strength by fighting with me.

But you are not. I wonder if you have traveled all the way to teach me? "

Fang Chen asked.

"I want to borrow... seeds."

Wu Xinling was still so quiet.

"You know that foreign races cannot intermarry, right?"

Fang Chen was silent for a while and said with a strange expression.

A few years ago, the King Kong clan planned to force Lang Yu'er to become the mother body.

Now the Shadow Clan has gone the other way and directly sent a woman to borrow... the Fang family's seed?

"It is true that intermarriage is not allowed. If children are forcibly conceived, the mother's body will be seriously damaged."

Wu Xinling nodded slightly: "But I think your bloodline may be able to help us compete with the Light Bodhisattva's technique."

"The art of the Bodhisattva of Light?"

Fang Chen was slightly startled. From the literal words, he could read some meaning.

This may be a magical power specifically targeted at the Shadow Bodhisattva technique.

"As a human being, you are able to awaken the Shadow Bodhisattva's technique. This matter has been spread among our Shadow clan, and there are various speculations.

The Divine Realm has existed for so many years, but you are actually the first being to awaken this magical power as a foreigner. "

Wu Xinling explained:

“We, the Shadow Clan, have special bloodline and are naturally restrained by the Light Bodhisattva’s technique.

If I can give birth to your descendant, who is of the Shadow Clan, has human blood, and can awaken the Shadow Bodhisattva's art, there is a greater chance that it will not be affected by the Light Bodhisattva's art. "

“During the Battle of the Holy Tower, I fought against the magical power users of the twelve powerful tribes.

But I have never heard of any ethnic group that has awakened the art of the Light Bodhisattva..."

Fang Chen pondered.

“Those who can awaken this magical power are also from the Shadow Clan, but they are a branch of the Shadow Clan.

The reason can be traced back to millions of years ago, when the Dragon Saint City had not yet come to guard this place.

I'm not that old, so I don't know many specific details. I only know that there is a group of Shadow Clan members outside the God's Domain, who have been eyeing my tribe.

The art of the Light Bodhisattva they master is also the only nemesis that we, the Shadow Clan, are afraid of now. "

Wu Xinling finished speaking and looked at Fang Chen very seriously:

“I came here this time because a senior in my clan proposed this method, so I hope Mr. Fang can fulfill it.

Although I cannot marry Young Master Fang, if we are married, if one day Young Master Fang no longer wants to stay in the Human Clan, he can also go to the Shadow Clan, and we will accept him. "

"Let's do this. I'll reply to Miss Wu in a few years."

Fang Chen pondered.

"In some years?"

Wu Xinling was slightly startled, "How many years will it take?"

"About three to five years. This matter is not a child's play. I have to think about it."

Fang Chen said.

"Okay, then in the next three to five years, I won't disturb you for the time being and stay here."

Wu Xinling nodded slightly.

"Then stay."

Fang Chen smiled and said, "I'll have someone arrange a place for Miss Wu."

After a few more years, he will leave the Book of Immortals.

According to Fang Lie, his memory will be stripped away from the minds of everyone related to him by a magical power.

Wu Xinling will forget this matter by then, and the Shadow Clan will also forget it.

The reason why he didn't reject Wu Xinling directly was because he was afraid that the Shadow Clan would make other tricks after being rejected.

You can borrow anything, but never borrow this thing.