Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"This time... the Blood Spirit Cult has big plans."

Fang Chen felt a little heavy.

If things develop as he imagined, no one can stop the Blood Spirit Religion from refining the Blood Spirit Pill in the Yunyou Realm.

"Brother, what are the five thousand low-grade spiritual stones left?"

Zhou Tianzhijian is full of expectations.

"We'll wait until we leave here."

Fang Chen's figure slowly sank into the shadows, and in just a moment, he got rid of Tianbao Pavilion's surveillance.

"Where are the people!?"

"We lost track!"

"Go back and report to the shopkeeper quickly."

Tianbao Pavilion.

"It doesn't matter, what happens next has nothing to do with us."

The corners of Shopkeeper Lin's mouth raised slightly.

It's not that simple to leave Moyun's country.

Tens of miles away from Fangshi, Fang Chen threw five thousand low-grade spiritual stones to Zhou Tianzhijian in the shadows.

It ate them all in one go, and then said with satisfaction:

"Brother, you are lucky, that yellow-level magic weapon is an immortal boat.

As we all know, the immortal boat requires a lot of materials, and its value is much higher than ordinary magic weapons of the same level. "

"Is it a fairy boat? It's pretty good."

Fang Chen nodded slightly. It seemed that there were no white flowers in the ten thousand low-grade spiritual stones. The spiritual materials used in the fairy boat were several times more than ordinary magic weapons.

Just like when Xiaojian swallowed the battleship of Hailong Sect, he was full and very comfortable.

Zhou Tianzhijian then gave a map, and the mark on it was where the fairy boat was.

As Fang Chen rushed towards his destination, he took out the Demon Suppressing Wheel, intending to let the little sword swallow it.

But the next second, the forty soul seals originally sealed on the Demon Suppressing Wheel suddenly flashed with brilliance.

A terrifying coercion arose spontaneously, like the top of a sacred mountain, and in an instant, Fang Chen's figure fell out of the shadows.

He couldn't move, and his body was imprisoned by some kind of power. At the same time, he felt that there seemed to be a gaze on the magic wheel looking at him.

"Junior, I thought you were a golden elixir, but I never thought you were just refining qi? How did you get so many spiritual stones?"

An old voice sounded from the Demon Suppressing Wheel.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Fang Chen asked softly.

"Emperor Moyun."

Demon Cloud Emperor?

In this way, this Demonic Suppressing Wheel has always been the magic weapon of Emperor Moyun. The so-called forty soul seals were sealed, but the other forty soul seals were not refined on purpose?

Use this as bait to catch the monks who bought the magic wheel?

Thinking of this, Fang Chen couldn't help but admire him: "How many monks have you harmed with this method?"

"Junior, this is cultivation. There is no harm. There are only so many resources in the world. If they are scattered in your hands, how can we have a chance to aspire to the Nascent Soul?"

The old voice sounded again: "Just wait here, someone will come and take you away."

"Xiaojian, eat it."

Fang Chen's face was expressionless.

The next moment, the little sword began to swallow the magic wheel. The yellow-level magic weapon was like tofu in front of the little sword.

I saw the Demon Suppressing Wheel being continuously swallowed, and the restraining power on Fang Chen's body was also loosened.

Emperor Moyun was a little shocked. Although he was not here, he could clearly feel that his Demon Suppressing Wheel was being 'refined'!

It's not the refining soul seal, but the refining magic weapon itself!

"Junior, what did you do to the Demon Suppressing Wheel?"

Fang Chen didn't answer.

"Junior, stop immediately, I can spare your life!"

Fang Chen still didn't answer.

"Junior, if you don't stop, when my men catch you, you will experience what it means to live but not die!"

There was a hint of cynicism in Fang Chen's eyes, but he still didn't speak.

Not long after, half of the magic wheel had been eaten by Xiao Jian.

The force that imprisoned Fang Chen weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the Demon Cloud Emperor's voice began to become intermittent:

"Junior... this emperor... will definitely... catch... you with my own hands!"

"How dare you threaten."

The little sword suddenly became fierce, speeding up to swallow the magic wheel.

Its aura is getting stronger and stronger, and its size is also increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, almost becoming a three-foot green peak!

This has undergone earth-shaking changes from the way it once hatched from the sword's womb.

At that time, it was only a few inches long, like a small fish.

"It eats magic weapons faster and faster."

Zhou Tianzhijian murmured to himself, with a hint of deep fear in his tone.

Half an hour later.

A figure flew from the sky, and Fang Chen could already see the person's appearance clearly.

He had white hair, wore a black robe, and had a huge pale white skull under his feet.

Even if this person is not the Demon Cloud Emperor, he is still his subordinate, exuding the aura of Foundation Establishment Perfection.

The feeling given to Fang Chen was similar to that of the former Tiannan Sect ancestor.

After he saw Fang Chen, he immediately increased his speed and galloped towards Fang Chen's location.

Fang Chen seemed slightly calm. Although he was still imprisoned by that force, the power of the Demon Suppressing Wheel was getting weaker and weaker under the swallowing of the small sword.

"Junior..."

The monk with the skull under his feet is approaching.

The next second, Fang Chen felt his body relax, and the restraining force completely disappeared.

Now he has two choices, kill the foundation-building Dzogchen in front of him.

Or directly use the technique of Shadow Bodhisattva to escape from this place, and wait for the small sword to completely swallow the magic wheel.

With almost no hesitation, Fang Chen chose the second option.

He blended into the shadows in front of that person.

There is indeed a chance to kill this Foundation-Building Dzogchen by using the Eight Wastelands Immortal-Suppressing Supreme Sword Sutra, but it will consume his lifespan, which is not worth it.

"Gone!?"

The visitor was slightly startled, and a solemn look suddenly appeared on his face. He took out a communication talisman and burned it:

"Your Majesty, the target is out of trouble and has now disappeared."

"This kid's methods are a bit weird. He is destroying my emperor's magic-suppressing wheel. You must catch him before the magic-suppressing wheel is completely destroyed."

"yes."

The visitor turned his palm and found a piece of black metal. He felt it gently and finally locked in a direction and chased after it.

"The speed is quite fast..."

The visitor frowned slightly.

He found that the moving speed of the Demon Suppressing Wheel was a bit unusual, and Mo Yunhuang told him that this son was just a Qi Refiner.

But how can the air control speed of refining qi be so fast?

He didn't know that Fang Chen was jumping in the shadows, and his speed was not even weaker than the sword transformation technique, but was actually slightly better.

"He is chasing after me. The thing in his hand seems to be made of the same material as the Demon Suppressing Wheel. The two are connected, so he knows my location."

"But...he can't see me."

Fang Chen looked solemn and asked Xiaojian:

"Xiao Jian, how long does it take to completely swallow the Demon Suppressing Wheel?"

Xiaojian: "Xiaochen, I'm a little full now. I need to digest it. It won't be too fast."

Fang Chen was startled, and he found that the swallowing speed of the small sword had changed from fierce at the beginning to a bit hesitant now...

"Brother, after all, this is a top-grade Huang-level magic weapon. This junior has not fully grown up yet. It may take several days to devour such a magic weapon."

Zhou Tianzhijian interjected.