Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"I have one hundred and sixty inner scene yuan stones here."

"I have one hundred and eighty."

"Take it, two hundred and two."

"..."

"Thirty."

Qin Wushen's face froze, and he and the others looked at the saint.

The saint's face turned red, "What do you think I'm doing? You don't need inner essence stones to practice? I still have thirty stones left, which is pretty good."

"Well, now that I have taken the credit for this, you are just the inner scene yuan stones. It won't be a problem for each of you to share three to five hundred of them."

Qin Wushen nodded lightly.

Everyone gathered together and soon gathered a large number of inner scene yuan stones.

"Including my own, the total is about 1,300. It shouldn't be a problem to buy a Taixuan Qingling Fruit."

Qin Wushen said to himself.

"Then you go back quickly, we will stay here to prevent blind people from entering here by mistake."

"Everyone, let's start with the dirty talk. You are not allowed to explore without permission before I come back."

Qin Wushen's face suddenly darkened:

"If anyone disobeys orders and goes to explore without permission, no matter if something happens or not, he will not get the credit this time and will have to be held accountable."

The eight saints looked at each other and nodded in unison to express their understanding.

Qin Wushen then flew away.

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…

Fang Chen didn't know how long he had been enlightened, but every time he felt like he had gained something, he found that it was just an illusion.

This magical power is really difficult to master. It is the most difficult to master among the many magical powers he has learned.

It's not that this magical power is difficult to understand. The key is that he has never been able to find the real 'breath'.

Most of the magical auras surrounding the strange tree are fake. If you are not careful, you will often waste your time and achieve nothing.

"It's a cat catching a mouse. I want to see how long you, the mouse, can hide."

Fang Chen whispered to himself. In his perception, most of the magical auras around him had been eliminated by him.

As long as you patiently eliminate it, sooner or later you will catch the real breath.

"If my soul were not different from ordinary people, it would not take too long to eliminate the true and false. If it were an ordinary saint, it would take thousands or tens of thousands of years to find that ray of breath from these breaths. The real divine essence.”

Time flies, year after year passes.

On this day, Fang Chen suddenly felt something in his heart. Among the auras he had eliminated, there seemed to be a trace... that he had avoided. He had never eliminated it before.

Fang Chen was like a wild cat hunting, catching the 'little mouse' at an extremely fast speed.

Feeling the completely different charm, Fang Chen knew that he might have met the right person this time.

"I want to see how magical this magical power is."

In an instant, Fang Chen seemed to have arrived in another magical space.

This space was filled with a kind of "meaning" that he had never been exposed to before.

It only took Fang Chen a few breaths to immerse himself in this ocean of artistic conception and slowly begin to understand this magical power.

At this time, time has become no longer important.

If anyone passes by here at this moment, they will find that the branches and leaves of this strange tree, which look like bird wings, seem to be alive, slowly opening and closing, as if they are breathing.

At the same time, a faint green light also appeared at the bottom of the tree trunk.

This green light was connected to the tree trunk on one side and Fang Chen on the other.

It seemed that as Fang Chen understood this magical power, the green light continued to rise.

In just a few years, it has reached the middle of the trunk.

The three 'Pure Blood Bodhis' on the top of the strange tree began to become unstable, as if external forces were interfering with their supposedly stable power structure.

"The Immortal Lord is really going to come true this time!"

Li Wudao stood in front of the door, staring at the scene outside, with a flash of joy in his eyes.

This strange tree is the incarnation of magical power. Since it has also undergone changes, it means that it is definitely done this time!

"If the strong man from the Deception Clan you mentioned relied on this magical power to deceive all the Tianzun Saints, then Fang Yanjun will definitely increase his strength greatly if he gets this magical power."

The Red Flame Saint sighed softly:

"When I return to Qiyang Hall this time, I will probably be steadily promoted to the first place in the middle stage of Qi collection.

If every realm is the first saint, then..."

"The Immortal Master must be in the eyes of the big boss. Even if he directly admits that he is the Master of Immortal Hong, Old Dog Huo Sui will not be able to do anything to him."

The corners of Li Wudao's mouth rose slightly.

"It's really unimaginable..."

The eyes of the Red Flame Saint flickered, and he could not imagine that the guy in front of him who came from the Nine Realms had really reached this point step by step.

"Old Li, do you think it would be okay for me to lead the Yan Clan to join you, Xianhong, in the future?"

The Red Flame Saint suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Not to mention whether you are a talkative person of your clan, even if you are, who do you Yan clan think you are, are you worthy of following the Xianhong lineage?"

Li Wudao sneered.

The Red Flame Saint was slightly startled and then became furious:

"You Xianhong lineage are amazing! How come you were suppressed and beaten by our Yan clan when you were in the Shenzang Divine Realm before, and were eventually expelled!?"

"That was before."

Li Wudao wasn't angry, he just smiled.

The Red Flame Saint choked for a moment, then glared at Li Wudao and stopped talking.

Another few years passed.

The green light on the strange tree has reached its peak at this moment.

The three 'Pure Blood Bodhis' were completely affected, sometimes disappearing, sometimes appearing, and sometimes turning into bloody monsters.

Fang Chen suddenly opened his eyes and then disappeared.

As soon as he disappeared, everything around him suddenly returned to normal.

at the same time.

In the interior scene, a new magical seal appeared.

It looks like a grinning mask.

When this magical power was successfully imprinted, the background of the interior location also improved a bit.

Fang Chen's overall strength took another step forward.

"What a sarcastic smile. It must have been the sight of this kind of smile that led Saint Tianzun to destroy the Qixuan clan..."

The Red Flame Saint looked at the mask and felt a burst of anger and boredom in his heart for no reason.

"Immortal Lord, dare I ask the name of this magical power?"

Li Wudao looked curious.

Fang Chen stood with his hands behind his hands, staring at the mask quietly, and then softly uttered two words:

"Deceiving Xuan."

"Deceiving Xuan? Deceiving the Xuan clan?"

Li Wudao murmured to himself, his eyes suddenly filled with surprise and surprise.

"This magical power is real and miraculous. It is also true when it is false, and when it is false, it is also true."

Fang Chen smiled and glanced at the Red Flame Saint.

The Red Flame Saint was a little confused, and then suddenly realized that something was wrong with him. He quickly checked it, then raised his head and looked at Fang Chen in shock, and stammered:

"Fang Yanjun, my body..."

The Red Flame Saint is no longer a soul at this moment, but has a real body.

And he felt that even his cultivation in the middle stage of Qi collection had been restored!

Gradually, his eyes turned red and a tear fell.