Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

The scene was completely silent, everyone was shocked by that sound.

King Yinshan slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of turbid eyes under his bamboo hat, looking faintly at the magnificent portal built of Yin energy.

The next moment, the Yin Qi inside continued to spurt out, forming vague figures one after another.

These figures gradually broke away from the door and walked into front of everyone.

Each one is a big Yin demon with chaotic mind, exuding a creepy and terrifying aura. It is worse than the nine-level ghost immortals brought by various families, but it is far inferior to the existence of the Yinshan King.

It's just... there are a lot of such existences.

They walked out one after another, twelve in total. Although their minds were chaotic, they seemed to be controlled by some kind of magical power, and they stood motionless.

Some beings who knew the underworld very well could vaguely guess the identity of the visitor, and their eyes were full of shock.

As the twelve great nine-turn Yin demons formed a defensive posture in front of the portal, the Yin energy in the grand portal became more and more terrifying, and a giant figure that was almost the same size as the portal slowly broke free.

This man was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, with a crown on his head, and the black bead curtain was gently blown by the wind.

Under the crown, there is a very majestic face, with domineering eyes that sweep across all directions, and he has the aura of an extremely powerful person, as if everyone in front of him is not in his eyes.

"This one is actually still alive..."

Xie Aman's expression was extremely strange.

Fang Chen also had a strange look on his face, and he sent a message and asked:

"Sister, who is this person from?"

"This is the First Emperor of the Black Sun Empire. He was killed in battle at the hands of the demons during the turmoil in the Three Realms. There has been no news about him for countless years."

"Everyone thought he was really dead. After all, no matter how powerful the being is, he will become an ordinary wandering soul after death."

"And wandering souls in the underworld... are actually very difficult to survive. At that time, there was no order in the underworld."

"It seems now... that the First Emperor of the Black Sun Empire is indeed dead, but he is practicing secretly in the underworld. His current state may not be weaker than that of him in his heyday."

Xie Aman's words gave Fang Chen a rough understanding of the First Emperor's experience when he came to the Nine Regions.

He recognized this face. When the old man was promoted to the holy position, this face appeared with the Golden Sun Sage.

"Golden Crow Half Saint... If he still exists in the world, maybe the Half Saint from the Mingxu period still exists, but his identity is different from before."

Fang Chen's thoughts surged, and he could probably guess that the Golden Crow Half-Saint's first life was probably dead.

And he has been reincarnated one or more times in the Nine Realms.

After reincarnation, the Supreme Bone on the body will naturally no longer exist. It is difficult to follow the path of the Holy Scriptures, and can only take the path of the Immortal Path in the Nine Realms.

"This one doesn't seem to have reached the level of half-step to heaven. He was once a half-saint, so his vision is naturally different.

It should be known that after reaching the level of half-step to the way of heaven, you can only transform into the way of heaven in the end, and this road is a dead end in the eyes of the monks who have experienced the Nether Ruins period. "

Fang Chen somewhat understood why there were not many half-steps of heaven in this world.

If those strong men from the Mingxu period had been dormant in the Nine Realms and practiced quietly after their reincarnation, what they wanted to do must be to return to the path of the Holy Scriptures.

Only in this way can one condense his own inner scene, and through the endless limit-breaking power of the inner scene, he can attain the holy throne.

At that time, after the Ghost Immortal leading the Black Sun Empire saw the face of the Golden Crow Semi-Saint clearly, a look of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then he led all the Ghost Immortals behind him to salute in unison:

"I'll wait to see the First Emperor!"

"You don't need to worship me. You are demons and I am human. Even if my blood is flowing in your body, I will not recognize you."

The Golden Crow Half Saint didn't give any face to these guys. No matter how ugly their faces were, he scanned the ghost and fairy queens present and his eyes fell on the Yinshan King:

"King Yinshan, you are on the wrong team. I will give you another chance to choose again."

King Yinshan smiled:

"The First Emperor of the Black Sun, do you also want to be the King of Hell? I'm afraid this position is not suitable for you."

"If it's not suitable for me, why should it be suitable for the children of the Fang family?"

The First Emperor of the Black Sun suddenly glanced at Fang Chen, his eyes locking on Fang Chen instantly as if through layers of void.

In an instant, Fang Chen vaguely felt a heavy pressure falling on himself, but as Master Qinghe and Xie Aman stepped forward together, this pressure was instantly resolved.

The First Emperor of the Black Sun glanced at Master Qinghe in surprise, then stared at Fang Chen and sneered:

"I have no idea who should be Lord Yan in this world, but Lord Yan cannot be named Fang."

"Can't your last name be Fang?"

The expressions of the ghosts and immortals from all sides moved slightly. They were not searching for information related to Fang's surname in their minds. Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, there was no useful memory.

Fang Chen concluded that the Golden Crow Half Saint did not recognize him, but he clearly remembered the grudge between him and the Fang clan.

At the same time, he also discovered that King Yinshan's expression fluctuated slightly following the words of the Golden Crow Half Saint.

"Could it be that King Yinshan was also a figure from the Mingxu period, so he guessed my origin?"

Fang Chen's expression changed.

If so, there would be a reason for King Yinshan to surrender.

Anyone who knows the history of the Mingxu Period will know that the Fang Clan once produced saints.

The position of saint has been extremely rare in the human race throughout the ages.

Therefore, his background, in the eyes of most monks in the Mingxu period, was definitely at the top level.

It is similar to Langdaochun's original status among the gods.

"The First Emperor of the Black Sun, the name of Lord Yan has nothing to do with you. Please tell me your purpose of coming today. Are you on the side of the human race or the side of the demon race?"

King Yinshan smiled lightly.

"I'm not taking any side."

The First Emperor of the Black Sun sneered and looked at the Eighteen Luo Heavenly Prison Tower in mid-air, with a flash of light in his eyes:

"This Eighteen Luo Heavenly Prison Tower belongs to me. You all should retreat, including you, Xiao Yanjun surnamed Fang."

He pointed at Fang Chen, with a hint of joking in his eyes:

"The Fang family today is different from before. No one can be your backer. If you don't hand over Yan Junling today, I'm afraid it will be difficult to escape unscathed."

"presumptuous."

King Yinshan snorted coldly, suddenly took off his bamboo hat and threw it towards the Black Sun Emperor.

The seemingly ordinary bamboo hat swelled up in the wind in an instant, as if it had transformed into a temple, covering it towards the Black Sun Emperor.

"Five Zang Temple? Is this... from the lineage of the Agarwood Saint?"

Fang Chen's expression changed.

The ghosts and immortals from all sides also vaguely felt the terror of this temple and retreated one after another.

Even the unconscious big Yin demons nearby became restless.