Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

Li Daoye's eyes lit up slightly. He was able to get a hundred-year-old vermillion fruit and five hundred low-grade spiritual stones, which exceeded his expectations.

If it weren't for Fang Chen, he wouldn't be able to catch even half of his hair!

The two of them finished dividing the things in front of Ji Congyun and others, and the number of spirit stones in Fang Chen's storage ring soared to 800.

Eight hundred low-grade spiritual stones, I'm afraid the foundation-building monks won't be able to produce them all at once.

"Big money."

Li Daoye was delighted.

Fang Chen sighed, took out the fragment of Kanglong Mace and showed it to Master Li: "You have made a lot of money, but my loss is not small."

"this……"

Mr. Li Daoye took a breath of cold air. The powerful dragon mace of the twelve soul seals was actually broken! ?

This is a magic weapon made of moongold. If it were placed on the Fire Nation's black market, the auction price would be at least 300 to 500 low-grade spiritual stones!

"What a pity..."

Master Li sighed, "Such a good magic weapon was ruined..."

"There are gains and losses."

Fang Chen put away the fragments of Kanglong's mace and told Ji Congyun:

"The two spirits inside have not been dealt with yet, and we cannot send anyone in within a short period of time. We will return to the imperial capital first, and I will take care of them together when I am ready.

You should also prepare more manpower during this time. "

"yes."

Ji Congyun nodded slightly.

When everyone returned to the imperial capital, Fang Chen and others moved directly into Ji Mansion and were treated like super VIPs. Ji Congyun directly gave up the small courtyard where he lived, and ordered Ji Lengxing to take the servants of the Ji family to serve them at any time. Follow orders.

"Prince Fang, I won't get involved in what's going to happen next. After I get the Zhu Guo and the Spiritual Stone, I'm going to find a place of retreat to practice for a few years, and try to be reborn before I can return to the Fire Nation."

Mr. Li Dao said goodbye to Fang Chen.

"There might be some good stuff in that place, but you're not interested?"

Fang Chen seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Mr. Li rolled his eyes, and then said seriously: "The many benefits I can get this time are all thanks to Fang Shizi's thick and strong thighs. Otherwise, I would have died countless times.

A hundred years of vermillion fruits and five hundred low-grade spiritual stones, this is enough for me to use for several years. I am not greedy anymore. If Prince Fang has any trouble in the future, just go to the Bagua Sect to find me.

If I can help, I will never refuse. "

Zhao Yan and Xu Ge couldn't help but nodded secretly when they heard this.

Fang Chen also put away his smile, stood up with a solemn expression, and gently patted Mr. Li on the shoulder:

"Practice hard and hope that one day I can join you in this world of cultivation."

"Looking forward to this day."

Mr. Li Daoye smiled and nodded, then turned and left.

Fang Chen didn't send him off.

It was only after Li Daoye left that his soul left his body, and he followed him for a day and a night. Only after he saw that he left Hanshui Country safely did he take his soul back.

In the next few days, Fang Chen spent time making purple electric talismans. Due to the exhaustion of spiritual materials, the purple electric talismans he made were all low-grade purple electric talismans, which were far less powerful than the middle-grade ones.

But the process of making talismans is his practice.

The Purple Lightning Talisman is just incidental.

After this period of time, the spiritual power in his body had become stronger and stronger. A few days later, he naturally condensed the eighth immortal vein.

The eighth level of Qi refining!

In just a few months, he has been promoted from a novice to the eighth level of Qi refining, and the immortal veins he has created are also very strong and pure.

"Try the method of natal sacrifice."

After Fang Chen stabilized his current cultivation level, he took out the sword embryo that Pudu Tianzun valued very much.

The silver sword body was like a ball of spiritual mercury, gently rolling over Fang Chen's palm, and bubbles would appear from time to time.

"The Void Immortal Sword Sect should not be weak, otherwise Pudu Tianzun would not be so afraid that he would not allow me to sacrifice the sword fetus, and would store it in such a distant place to leave a way out for himself."

Refining the sword fetus is a long process. If you are lucky, you may be able to succeed in three to five years. If you are not lucky, it may take decades. But once the sword fetus is completed, its strength will be much stronger than ordinary magic weapons.

"Asaka Palace Yayoi's method of sacrificial refining is not of a high level. I don't know if I can refining this sword embryo..."

After thinking for a while, Fang Chen placed the sword embryo in front of his eyes, slowly closed his eyes, and the spiritual power in his body began to circulate in a special route.

Every time it rotates, the center of its eyebrows will turn bright red.

His spiritual energy was consumed very quickly. After five or six weeks, 70% to 80% of his spiritual energy had been consumed, which was faster than making the Purple Lightning Talisman.

Unknowingly, a drop of essence and blood was forced out from between his eyebrows.

Essence and blood, essence blood, exists in both monks and mortals. The latter's essence and blood is hidden in the body, supporting the physical wear and tear every day and night.

Serious illness, deficiency of essence and blood.

Die, the essence and blood are destroyed.

The stronger the person, the more abundant their essence and blood, such as a martial artist, and the essence and blood of a monk is much higher than that of a martial artist of the same level, simply because monks cultivate spiritual power.

The method of natal sacrifice and refining is actually a method of forcing the essence and blood out of the body. The essence and blood are combined with spiritual power to refine the unformed magic weapon. Once successful, it can be turned into a natal magic weapon.

The more essence and blood are forced out each time, the faster the magic weapon will be refined.

But for monks, losing a drop of essence and blood will also damage the physical body, and it will take some time to recover.

The spiritual power, wrapped in the essence and blood, fell on the silver-white sword body, and a trace of blush slowly blended into the silver-white, gradually combining with it.

boom--

Fang Chen seemed to hear a loud noise, and the next moment, he felt like he was in a universe filled with stars, with countless stars twinkling.

"This is where!?"

Fang Chen was stunned.

He was obviously refining the sword fetus, so why did he end up in this place so suddenly?

Is it an illusion?

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the distance. Fang Chen raised his eyes and a look of shock gradually appeared on his face.

I saw a huge planet glowing with cold light that was constantly disintegrating. Some of the fragments brought by it were shooting into the distance like a meteor shower that covered the sky and the sun.

Some stars were unable to avoid being covered by debris, and were blown to pieces on the spot!

The huge planet peeled off piece by piece, finally revealing its core, a round silver bead!

"This... this aura is very similar to the silver-white sword embryo! Could it be that the sword embryo is made of the core of a planet!?"

Fang Chen was a little distracted.

The next moment, an even more shocking scene appeared.

I saw a huge hand appearing in the sky, slowly grabbing the silver core, and then disappearing with it from Fang Chen's eyes.

The surroundings were calm again.

It was as if everything before had never happened.

Before Fang Chen could think about it, he returned to reality. When he opened his eyes, he saw the silver sword flying in front of him, more agile than before.

There seemed to be a faint, vague, special connection between him and the silver sword fetus.

"So hungry..."

"No, I'm a monk. Although I'm not in the realm of fasting, I won't feel hungry even if I don't eat for a month or two. This is not my feeling, but... it!"

Fang Chen stared at the silver sword embryo and said tentatively: "Are you conveying the feeling of hunger? Are you hungry?"

The silver sword embryo flew to Fang Chen and froze, then moved up and down as if nodding.

So hungry, so hungry, so hungry!

Silver Sword Fetus's thoughts surged like a rolling wave.

"Well... I have already lost a drop of blood essence. You have to wait for me to recover, right?"

Fang Chen looked strange.