Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"I said, you can't kill me, even if I change to another Yang God, it will be the same."

Sage Jin Yang looked at Li Jingnian indifferently, waved his sleeves and robe, and his whole body was wrapped in a thick limit-breaking power.

If you want to break through this power and hurt him, the person who takes action must be at least a half-saint.

Li Jingnian's expression remained unchanged, he was still drawing his sword, and was not affected by all this.

Fang Zhentian was also watching quietly, but a touch of cynicism suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Pfft——

The head of the Golden Sun Sage flew high in the sky.

The limit-breaking power around him was broken through.

The sword in Li Jingnian's hand used this cut to cut off the head of the Jinyang Saint.

The terrifying sword intent instantly blocked the vitality of Jinyang Saint and suppressed him continuously.

Only one head of the Golden Sun Saint was left, standing in mid-air, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

"how come……"

His mouth opened.

"Killing can't kill you, but suppressing you can still be done."

Fang Zhentian smiled lightly.

"It's impossible...his sword..."

Sage Jin Yang stared blankly at Li Jingnian, who was raising his head and pouring the wine from the gourd into his mouth.

"It's not his sword, it's my sword."

Fang Zhentian said lightly:

"He is the sword I have raised for many years. Once this sword is released, I will have to raise it for many more years, but it is worth it."

"Use people as swords, Fang Lie, you are a madman."

Sage Jinyang's eyes were filled with blazing anger:

"You sword cultivators should be reckless, and you should take the sword in your hands and kill everywhere, regardless of the reason. This is the belief that you sword cultivators should uphold in your hearts. How can you use people as swords? You are treacherous! You How do you look like a swordsman!"

"I used to think like you. The principles of swordsmanship must be very pure to break through to a new world."

Fang Zhentian sighed softly:

"Reality slapped me in the face. Look at the current situation of our human race and the persecution our Xianhong lineage has suffered.

Everything was about to change. From the moment I went into exile, I decided not to use a sword anymore and just be a sword keeper. "

As he spoke, Li Jingnian wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth and glanced at the Jinyang Sage with a half-smile:

"In this life, this sword is prepared for you. With this sword, I can be reincarnated with peace of mind."

"You have already become the Yang God, how can you be reincarnated?"

Sage Jin Yang stared at Li Jingnian, and he suddenly realized that his understanding of the Nine Realms seemed to be far simpler than he imagined.

What have these Yangshen been doing all these years?

"Calculating the time, the twenty-six regions of the world have almost been destroyed."

Fang Zhentian smiled and said:

"In this way, the Saint of Forgetfulness, who was born into the Soul Clan, should also get a chance to clear his name.

From what I know about her, she won't let us down. "

"The saint who forgets his love washes his hands..."

Sage Jinyang's expression kept changing. Regarding this mysterious and extraordinary saint, even when he was still a saint, his understanding of him was very one-sided. He was limited to some rumors from the outside world and had not even experienced it in private. A few words of exchange.

But he knew that although Saint Wangqing was originally from the human race, he was favored by the big shots of the soul race very early. After his death, he naturally became a soul race and became a saint with the body of the soul race.

It was only after what happened to the human race that even the big shot from the Soul Clan couldn't save the Saint of Forgetfulness, so she was expelled together.

"You, are you betting?"

The anger in Jin Yang Saint's eyes was gradually disappearing.

"Yes, we are betting, how can the situation remain unchanged?"

Fang Zhentian laughed and said:

"It's just the last step. If our bet is right, some people can use the methods of the demons to return to the Qingming Supreme Alliance, and they don't even need to be limited to the divine realm."

"Why didn't I think of that... The current human race was born in the Nine Realms. They don't have the imprint of the Qingming Supreme Alliance, and naturally they don't have the imprint of the Divine Realm.

The place of reincarnation... also has no restrictions. Why didn't I think that the Saint of Forgetfulness went to the demon clan to prepare for his own whitewashing? Why? "

The Golden Sun Saint murmured to himself.

After a pause, he seemed to suddenly think of something, looked at Fang Zhentian and laughed:

"Fang Lie, you missed something! If he hadn't been killed by the supernatural beings of the Qing Ming Supreme Alliance, the Soul Clan wouldn't have been able to do anything even if they wanted to lead him!"

"Do you need to worry about these things?"

Fang Zhentian said lightly:

"You can still hold on for a long time, shouldn't you want to sleep?"

"I'm tired."

Sage Jinyang nodded slightly, then his head fell on the corpse again, and then he slowly closed his eyes.

His entire body seemed to have lost its color and turned into black and white.

Fang Zhentian raised his hand and put the Jinyang Sage into his sleeve robe.

"what about me?"

Li Jingnian looked at Fang Zhentian and chuckled.

"Wait."

"good."

Li Jingnian nodded lightly, and then closed his eyes. His body disappeared in an instant, and there was a sword in the place where he originally stood.

Fang Zhentian picked up the sword and put it into his sleeve robe, then turned around and strode away.

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The world of pagodas.

Fang Chen and Mo Tian Ji Zang stood in the void.

Chen Feifei and others stood on the outside, quietly watching the scene in front of them.

The human forces cultivated by the Jinyang Saints and the others are currently under the supervision of the Yin soldiers, jumping into the River of Forgetfulness one after another.

Each of these human monks is a big figure in the Nine Realms. It is unknown how many years of cultivation they have achieved today's achievements.

They don't want to sink into oblivion, but they don't want to die even more.

If you stay in Wangchuan, you may one day be able to walk on the path of ghosts and immortals.

"At least these millions of monks go to Wangchuan to sleep, and then it will be easier to clean up their sects."

Chen Feifei whispered to himself.

"There's no need to clean it up too cleanly. In the end, it's all the heritage of the human race. Turn a blind eye."

Wang Chongsong said.

Chen Feifei nodded lightly.

"You are now the real Lord of Hell, what are you going to do next?"

Mo Tian Ji Zang looked at Fang Chen.

"Let you ascend to the position of heaven. As for the rest, I haven't thought of it yet. I have to wait for someone. I don't know if I have enough time."

Fang Chen said.

After a pause, "I should go find the Ancient Demon later."

"For his adopted daughter? I know she has a good relationship with you."

Motian Dizang said calmly: "From the moment I knew you were Lord Yama, I have ordered people to investigate your origins. There are also monks from Motiansi in the Jueming Shrine."

"normal."

"I will ask them to retreat after today."

"No, it's the same anyway."

"……Um."

"Lao Jiu, she is very old, don't be fooled."

Chen Enxue came over, first sent a message to remind Fang Chen, and then pointed at Wangchuan:

"If someone uses Yin Shou to pick them up, won't their imprisonment be in vain?"

"They're not here."

Fang Chen smiled and said, "Third Senior Sister, please look carefully."

Chen Enxue took a closer look and suddenly found a very huge figure below the Forgotten River, which seemed to be able to carry millions of people away at once.