Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"Your guess is too bold."

Fang Chen said.

The Red Flame Saint was thoughtful:

“With the temperament of the Ten Thousand Dao Saints, such an arrangement is not impossible.

Only by handing over the position of Lord of Immortal Hong to someone outside the human race can it be possible to truly preserve the inheritance of your lineage. "

"It makes some sense, but now, all speculation is useless."

"This game of chess is almost over."

Fang Chen said casually.

After saying this, he walked aside and sat cross-legged.

The figure gradually floated in the air, and when the law of the Holy Scriptures was operating in the body, the power of the inner scene also began to surge continuously.

A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the Red Flame Saint.

The other party did not suppress him under the sky, which shows that he is still of some use to the other party.

If you are not afraid of hardship and hardship, you are afraid that you will become useless, and that the end will be even more miserable.

"Take your broom and give this place a good sweep."

Fang Chen's voice rang in the ears of the Red Flame Saint.

broom?

The Red Flame Saint lowered his head and saw that at some point, there was already a broom condensed with the power of the inner scene in his hand.

He thought for a while and then started cleaning up the area obediently.

Time passes year by year.

Fifty years.

a hundred years.

Two hundred years...

While Fang Chen was using the methods of the Holy Scriptures and trying to advance to the Qi-gathering Holy Position, his interior was always wandering in the void.

The speed is hundreds or thousands of times faster than the 'Light Escape' of the Immortal Boat Matrix.

He has been in the Ancient Ancient Territory in the past few years, and in the next few years he went to the Sanyang Territory. Within a few years, he was able to reach the Nine Star Territory.

Even the barrier that separates the upper three realms from the lower six realms is as fragile as a layer of window paper in front of the interior ground.

There was no way to stop Fang Chen's interior location.

Occasionally, interior locations will also reach the ancient forbidden area.

Only at this time will the interior location be slightly affected, but the death energy in the ancient restricted area is tantamount to wishful thinking if it wants to penetrate into this nascent interior location.

The Red Flame Saint swept the floor day and night, because Fang Chen didn't say stop, so he didn't dare to stop.

Perhaps in the beginning he still had a bit of pride belonging to the Latter-day Saints of Qi Qi.

But when he looked at the rapid changes in the inner scene, the river of celestial phenomena became more and more majestic, and the aura of the figure in the void was increasing every day, this pride gradually hid in his heart.

"Is his holy scripture method different from ordinary people?

Yes, if the talent is extremely high, the method of the holy book will naturally be stronger.

His cultivation will increase every day, and if this continues, he may be able to attain the holy status within hundreds of years..."

Every time he thought of this, the Red Flame Saint's heart was filled with jealousy and unwillingness.

I can only comfort myself with the fact that the other person is from the human race.

After all, the human race is now a first-class powerful race in the Qingming Supreme Alliance.

There is a seat in the Court of Arbitration.

Compared with this, the Yan clan is still far behind.

The Red Flame Saint suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart and looked towards the curtain while sweeping the floor.

There are countless scenes where one-sided massacres are being staged.

Under the leadership of Wu Xinling, the dark camp has gradually retreated from the border of the Nine Domains and slowly reached the core area.

The entire process was filled with death, and almost no blade of grass was left behind wherever the Sixth Battalion's supernatural powers passed.

…

…

In the galaxy void, from a distance, it looks like a river, but in fact it is a galaxy made of countless stars.

Every star here has endless creatures.

In the Zhenwu Domain, this place is already considered a place where stars gather.

"Half Saint Burial Soul, I remember you."

Wu Xinling stood in the void, and in the grand portal behind him stood densely packed strong men from the Cangshui Divine Realm.

The Soul Burial Semi-Saint looked at Wu Xinling expressionlessly, with hundreds of figures standing behind him. He was already considered the last living survivor in the Zhenwu Domain.

Fairy Yu, Fang Zhixue, Fang Xiaohua and others are among them.

Everyone's expressions were solemn, with a hint of death.

"I remember you too, the Saint of the Shadow Clan."

The Soul Burial Semi-Saint said calmly.

"You are the only ones left in Zhenwu Domain, why don't you die calmly?"

Wu Xinling smiled.

"Even if we are going to die, we can't just surrender!"

Before the Soul Burial Semi-Saint could speak, the monks behind him were already furious, their eyes fixed on Wu Xinling, full of resentment.

They don't know the truth, they only know that the current Nine Regions are about to be slaughtered by these heretics.

The huge Zhenwu Domain was full of death, without a single soul.

This kind of hatred that annihilates the whole family will make everyone, men, women, old and young, filled with hatred in their hearts!

"Saint of the Shadow Clan, you heard me."

The Soul Burial Semi-Saint said calmly.

"heard it."

Wu Xinling nodded slightly, then raised his hand to grab it.

The strength of being a saint with a false destiny is fully demonstrated at this moment.

The terrifying power of the inner scene almost left the Soul Burial Semi-Saint without any ability to resist.

Her inner scene was being dissolved, and the soul-burial half-saint standing at the front was also instantly wiped out.

Then there were the angry waves behind him, half of them already rushing out.

"Sister Yu, my eldest brother has not shown up yet, so he must still have some backup plans. Remember, there is always a way to go with hope."

Fang Zhixue grabbed Fairy Yu's hand and held it tightly.

Fairy Jade nodded slightly.

Their bodies also turned into ashes in an instant.

Fang Xiaohua and Fang Xiaotian shed tears from the corners of their eyes when they saw this scene.

But before the tears could fall from their cheeks, they were already submerged in the white light.

The faint white light is insignificant compared to the pitch black Qing Ming.

When the white light disappeared, an interior location was completely wiped out.

One after another, the wandering souls were all taken away by the soul clan who had been waiting for a long time.

"It's almost over."

Wu Xinling said softly.

Not far away, a grand portal slowly opened, and Qin Cheng walked out. Along with him, there were leaders of several other camps, all of whom were saints of false destiny.

"Is it over? It's not so soon. So far, we still haven't found the whereabouts of Fang Yanjun."

One of the leaders said calmly.

"I'm afraid there are still some fish that have slipped through the net in the nine regions. Let the people below clean them again. But we can actually go back and recover."

Qin Cheng smiled.

The other leaders were stunned for a moment and looked at Qin Cheng with strange expressions.

"That Fang Yanjun is just a clown, nothing to be afraid of."

Qin Chengdao.

"If he escapes, won't the remnant lineage of Immortals be like weeds that can't be burned away, but spring breezes will grow again?"

A leader whispered.

Qin Cheng just looked at him and smiled without saying a word.

After the other party thought about it for a few breaths, he suddenly realized and said immediately:

"Fellow Daoist Qin is right, we can go back and recover."

Everyone has figured out one thing.

Only as long as the remnants of the Immortal Hong continue to exist can they continue to receive military exploits.

It's just something like this that can't be said directly.

"Then leave some people here to continue cleaning up the remnants, and the rest will follow us back to Cangshui Divine Realm to resume their lives."

Wu Xinling also nodded in agreement.

…

…

Fang Chen stood under the curtain and watched with his own eyes as Fang Zhixue and Yu Xianzi died in Wu Xinling's hands and were taken away by the Soul Clan.

At this time, he also felt a vague sense of powerlessness in his heart.

If the fist is strong enough, there is no need to use such a method to deal with the extermination of the Huo Sui lineage.

"The plan of the Ten Thousand Dao Saints is about to succeed. It depends on whether the big shot from the Soul Clan will fulfill his promise."

The Red Flame Saint looked at Fang Chen:

"What about you? What are you going to do?"