Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

The ship had already sailed away, and Fang Chen stood quietly at the dock. The fishermen around him seemed not to be surprised by outsiders. They just looked at them casually and went about their own business.

Liu Mu stood quietly behind Fang Chen without making any sound.

At this moment, Fang Chen's soul was already above the island. It was roughly estimated that the island was larger than Daxia Kyoto. There seemed to be dozens of villages on the island, with between 30,000 and 50,000 mortals.

Fang Chen saw many young Taoist priests in Tianqing Temple. Some were breathing in front of the rising sun, and some were cleaning the courtyard. There were about a hundred people in total.

But they are not monks, just martial artists, but their cultivation level is in the realm of Earth Xuan. Some of the older Taoist priests are already Tian Xuan.

In the entire Tianqing Temple, it seems that only five auras belong to the monks, and the most powerful one among them is naturally the master of Tianqing Temple.

The other four breath cultivation levels are between the third and sixth levels of Qi refining.

There is a house deep in Tianqing Temple, which smells faintly of medicine and has a spiritual field and spiritual spring inside.

The spring eye of Lingquan is only the size of a fist. The spring water flows gurglingly and has abundant spiritual power. It is not weaker than the one in front of Fang Mansion now, but the amount is smaller.

Dozens of elixirs of various shapes are planted in the spiritual field. They are not as good as the century-old red fruit and century-old blood ginseng, but for mortals in the world, they have the miraculous effect of reviving human flesh and bones.

"Sure enough, every site chosen by the monks has some spiritual beings. This island looks ordinary, but it has a natural spiritual field and spiritual spring."

Fang Chen's thoughts moved slightly.

This may be the difference between casual cultivators and sects.

And those stronger sects naturally have more medicinal fields and spiritual springs, and even spiritual objects that Fang Chen could not imagine.

Suddenly, a medicinal fragrance swept out from a certain room.

The old Taoist priest opened the door and held a silver plate in his hand, on which were neatly placed ten longan-sized elixirs. The elixirs were all white and exuded a rich aroma.

Then four Taoist priests led Li Huafeng into the courtyard and came to the old Taoist priest.

"Master."

The four Taoist priests bowed respectfully.

They are the other four monks from Tianqingguan besides the old Taoist priest.

"Master, I was wrong, and my disciple knows I was wrong!"

When Li Huafeng saw the pill, his face showed horror and he begged for mercy again and again.

The old Taoist priest looked indifferent and ignored him. Instead, he asked his disciple to feed a pill into Li Huafeng's mouth.

Li Huafeng didn't want to swallow, but the elixir melted in his mouth, and the elixir juice flowed down his throat and into his stomach.

Everyone looked at him quietly. After a while, Li Huafeng suddenly vomited blood. His hair turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye. He looked depressed and his eyes were filled with despair.

At this moment, he wished he had not embarked on this path.

If it were still in the summer, the days would still be interesting!

"Another batch of useless elixirs."

The old Taoist priest sighed softly and immediately destroyed all the elixirs in his hand.

Suddenly a white falcon flew from the sky and landed on the shoulder of a Taoist priest. The Taoist priest glanced at it and then said to the old Taoist priest:

"Master, it saw a monk landing on the island."

The old Taoist priest said calmly: "Let me go and have a look."

Fang Chen glanced at the white falcon, then returned to his senses and took Liu Mu towards the sky.

When the two came to the gate of Tianqing Temple, there were already dozens of ordinary Taoist priests stopping here. They looked at Fang Chen and Liu Mu indifferently. The middle-aged Taoist priest who led them said calmly:

"Tell the name of anyone who comes."

"Let me tell you, Temple Master, Daxia Fang Chen is here."

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

The middle-aged Taoist priest frowned slightly. He had heard of this small country, but in his eyes, the ninth-grade empire was like an ant. How could anyone come to this island?

"Do you know where this is?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest said coldly: "Tianqing Temple is not open to just anyone."

"A mere Tianxuan martial artist is qualified to guard the mountain gate? Temple Master Tianqing, isn't it too humiliating to ask him to show off to me?"

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's expression changed slightly. The other party could see his level of cultivation at a glance? Thinking back to what Fang Chen said just now, the middle-aged Taoist priest felt a little shocked.

Could it be that the person in front of me is also an immortal master?

But how could there be immortal masters in a ninth-level empire like Daxia?

He came from the Seventh Grade Empire and wanted to follow an immortal master but couldn't. He went through a lot of hardships to find Tianqing Temple and became a disciple here. Naturally, he knew how difficult it was to become an immortal master!

At this moment, a young Taoist priest came out. The Taoist priests outside the door saluted respectfully when they saw the visitor.

"Master, please come in."

The young Taoist priest looked at Fang Chen and said calmly.

Fang Chen smiled and took Liu Mu into the Taoist temple. Not long after, he saw the old Taoist leading the other three disciples, looking at him quietly.

"Fellow Daoist Fang is here. What advice do you have?"

The old Taoist priest said calmly.

"Taoist Master, you killed someone in Daxia Kyoto before. Did you forget about it in a short time?"

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

The old Taoist priest was slightly startled, then looked Fang Chen up and down, with a trace of contempt on his lips:

"Fellow Daoist Fang, you didn't dare to take action against the old Taoist before, but now that you've come to Tianqing Temple, has it given you some courage?"

"When monks fight, there will inevitably be a bit of noise. I'm afraid of hurting Daxia's innocent people."

Fang Chen said.

When the disciples of the old Taoist priest heard this, they were a little surprised and doubtful. Could this kid in front of them be a foundation builder? This is impossible.

As long as it wasn't Foundation Establishment, who would dare to say such words in front of their master?

"Fellow Daoist Fang, if you don't speak secretly, why are you here?"

The old Taoist priest said calmly.

"You don't believe why I'm here?"

Fang Chen asked back.

The old Taoist priest smiled and said, "How can a few mortal lives cost you to spend spiritual stones and take a boat to come here?"

"That's a pity, that's the only reason I'm here."

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

The next moment, a water dragon tens of feet long suddenly condensed in the void and attacked Fang Chen.

"Taoist Priest, are you also afraid that Earth Elemental Technique will destroy your territory?"

A faint sarcasm flashed in Fang Chen's eyes.

A purple electric talisman came out of his hand.

Everyone's eyes were filled with purple light.

The terrifying power of thunder instantly drowned the water dragon and the old Taoist priest and others behind it.

The floors, eaves, and everywhere the thunder passed were turned into ashes!

When he threw the purple lightning talisman, Fang Chen had already led Liu Mu back some distance.

When the lightning in the sky dissipated, the area in front of them had long been in ruins. The four disciples of the old Taoist priest were now transformed into charred corpses lying on the ground, as if they would be scattered by the gentle breeze.

As for the old Taoist priest, he is still standing.

The spiritual shield on his body was already very thin, and his face was pale, as if he had spent 80% to 90% of his energy in order to block the blow.

The ordinary Taoist priests who came after hearing the news were all frightened when they saw this scene. They stood there and did not dare to move.

"Now I can confirm that it is indeed the best purple electric talisman..."

Fang Chen whispered to himself.

Originally, he was not sure whether the purple electric talisman he was making now was of the highest quality or the best, but now he has come to a conclusion after the test.

The destructive power of a top-grade purple electric talisman cannot be much stronger than that of a middle-grade one. Only the best grade can kill several monks in an instant, and only the twelfth level of Qi Refining can barely resist it.