Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

There is no time in Qingming.

Since traveling throughout the Nine Realms, Fang Chen has been driving the inner scene and escaping all the way outside the Nine Realms.

He had no idea how far or how long he had escaped.

Only when you encounter the stars will you stop and investigate.

It's a pity that he walked for so long and passed countless stars on the way, but he never found any star with spiritual power and immortal essence.

"Qing Ming is too big, Fang Yanjun."

The Red Flame Saint couldn't help but remind him:

"If it were so easy to find a star with spiritual power and immortal essence, the original demon clan of the Nine Realms would not go all the way to the Divine Realm to become the slave soldiers of my Yan clan."

Fang Chen stood in front of the grand portal, looking at the stars in the sky outside, and in his heart he agreed with the words of the Red Flame Saint.

If shelter was so easy to find, the human race wouldn't be limited to the Nine Realms.

"It's a pity that I don't have a star map with me, otherwise on the way here, we would have passed several places shaped like the Nine Realms.

It's just that the Heavenly Dao over there is still alive, and this alone is far stronger than the Nine Realms. "

The Red Flame Saint sighed.

“The world where Heaven’s Dao is still alive is even more unsuitable for the Fallen Angels.

There will always be some clues left. I'm afraid if I throw someone over, Qin Wushen will get the news on the other side. "

Fang Chen looked at the Red Flame Saint with a half-smile.

The Red Flame Saint touched his nose and nodded slightly:

"That's the truth. The relationship between those Heavenly Dao and Young Master Qin is quite close."

After a pause, "Why don't Fang Yanjun place the person here?"

There is both spiritual power and immortal energy here, as well as the power of the inner scene.

Semi-saints and saints in the divine realm will raise a group of slave soldiers in the interior. "

"If you go to Qingming, there are many dangers, how can you put all the eggs in the basket.

The slave soldiers under your command are just slave soldiers, and they don't feel bad when they die. "

As Fang Chen finished speaking, he suddenly saw a furry giant beast walking in the distance.

Void beast?

Fang Chen remembered that those from the Shinto Sect taught him how to communicate with and manipulate the virtual world.

As soon as his mind moved, the interior scene caught up with him at an extremely fast speed.

When the inner scene appeared in front of the virtual beast, this virtual beast, which was not weak in strength, at least comparable to the Nine Transformation Realm, immediately showed a vigilant look, staring at Fang Chen with its cold eyes.

"Chen beasts, if there is a large-scale extinction, dust beasts will be born in this world.

It means the remaining dust here and the transformed things.

Since there are dust beasts here, it means that there should have been a realm similar to the Nine Realms nearby. "

The Red Flame Saint said.

Dust beast?

Fang Chen focused his attention on the virtual beast in front of him and spoke slowly, but the tone was very weird, and the Red Flame Saint could not understand it at all.

"Is there anyone else studying the language of dust beasts?"

The Red Flame Saint had a strange look on his face, thinking that the person who studied this language was too full to hold on.

This kind of thing is neither human nor demon. It is not even a tribe. To be honest, it is just a beast in the Qingming wilderness and cannot be put on the stage.

So far, he has never heard of any dust beast that can become a semi-saint, let alone a saint.

As long as there is no possibility of becoming a saint, you can only be regarded as a speck of dust in Qingming.

Fang Chen and Xu communicated for a long time. Perhaps it was shocked by Fang Chen's strength. The Xu beast nodded directly and led Fang Chen's way.

A few years later, the virtual beast took Fang Chen to a star.

Although the stars are dim, spiritual power and immortal energy are flowing.

It's just that the immortal energy is extremely thin, and it seems that it is about to enter a state of extraordinary death.

But this process still takes a long, long time.

The virtual beast nodded to Fang Chen, turned around and left, submerging itself into Qing Ming again.

Fang Chen drove the interior location and circled the star several times.

After confirming that there were monks on this star, he found a place with the strongest immortal energy and set up a formation.

Then he released the batch of wandering souls from Zhulong's mouth.

And at the same time, he took out the bodies of 'Sacrifice' that he had obtained from the Great Immortal Realm.

"Everyone, these fleshly bodies can be taken away easily, let's go."

Fang Chen said.

All the wandering souls looked at each other and flew towards Toneri.

Only a figure fell beside Fang Chen, and there was no rush to seize the body.

"Senior Brother Qin, you should also understand the situation of the Nine Realms, right?"

Fang Chen looked at Qin Hucheng and smiled.

Many years ago, Qin Hu became a genius of the Xuxian Sword Sect and was also famous on Saturn.

Later, because of his status as a spiritual cultivator, Fang Chen was thrown into the underworld.

"The Spiritual God Sect has become the Spiritual God Division, and Junior Brother Fang has become the co-leader of the Nine Regions. How could I not know this?

When Zhulong came to devour me, I thought I was going to die. Now it seems that it was another trap set by Junior Brother Fang in advance. "

Qin Hucheng sighed with emotion:

"Junior Brother Fang, whatever you want me to do, you just say it."

Fang Chen told the general situation, but still concealed the details, saying it was just a foreshadowing.

"After seizing the body, will you practice the method of a fallen angel and become a fallen angel?"

Qin Hucheng thoughtfully said:

"It seems that we are no longer a human race, let alone a lineage of Xianhong. In essence, we are still a human race and a lineage of Xianhong?"

"It depends on the future. Maybe a few years from now, the Fallen Angel will be the Fallen Angel."

Fang Chen said.

Qin Hucheng nodded gently:

"Don't worry, I will watch over them and never forget our roots."

A few years later, things got back on track.

Qin Hucheng is the person who takes over the house, which is the third step in breaking the limit.

Once he seizes the body, he will have far more power than before.

At the same time, he is infinitely better than the strongest monk here.

"Are you leaving?"

Qin Hucheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the void of Qingming.

"about there."

Fang Chen smiled and nodded, "Although this place is not like the Nine Realms, it should be as vast as the Nine Realms. You can go out for a walk when you have free time."

"Will do."

Qin Hu became enlightened.

Fang Chen patted his shoulder, turned around and entered the interior scene. In just a moment, he disappeared into the void and disappeared.

Another few decades have passed.

After staying away from Qin Hucheng and the others, Fang Chen took out the bamboo slip again.

"Do you always think that there is a backup plan left by the Ten Thousand Dao Saints on this bamboo slip?"

The Red Flame Saint came forward, glanced at the bamboo slips, and then shook his head gently:

"I think it only contains some magical skills from the Xianhong lineage. It's useless for you to learn these skills. If you use them at will in the Qingming Supreme Alliance, it will inevitably be noticed by the Huosui lineage."

After saying this, he glanced around and then smiled:

"Only a few of your engraved magical powers can be seen by others. The rest must be hidden."

"The old man and the others gave me this bamboo slip at that time, and they actually had only one purpose.

Maybe it contains the magical powers of the Xianhong lineage you mentioned.

But there should be a way. "

"What way?"

"The way back to the Qingming Supreme Alliance."

After Fang Chen finished speaking, the inner power in his body slowly poured into the bamboo slips.

The interior scene is also constantly surging with power, injected into Fang Chen's body.

The bamboo slip gradually detached from Fang Chen's palm and floated in mid-air, as if wisps of bright divine light were escaping from its body.