Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"My little brother seems to rarely go out. There are many people at home, right?"

The old woman smiled.

"Yes, my father is a sixth-level Qi Refining monk. If you want to rob me, you have to think carefully."

Fang Chen sneered.

Everyone was stunned. No wonder this boy had so many talismans for sale. He probably stole them from home. It was obvious from Fang Chen's behavior and tone that he was a playboy!

As for the sixth level of Qi refining...

Although their cultivation level was quite high, they would definitely be respectful when meeting each other on weekdays, but now that the other party was not present, they had robbed Dao today, and they were not afraid of retaliation from just the sixth level of Qi Refining.

The other party probably didn't know in whose hands his prodigal son died.

The old woman was obviously relieved. She didn't have to worry about the sixth level of Qi Refining. The corners of her mouth raised slightly:

"Little brother, give us the spirit stone and you can leave. Don't kill yourself for a mere external thing."

"Tiema, Lao Huang, you go and deal with the three guys behind."

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

"yes."

Both of them knew what was forbidden, and without any hesitation, Huang Sihai flew out from the window of the carriage, and the iron horse also raised his sword and rushed towards the three monks.

"Haha, two warriors also want to deal with the monks?"

The corners of the old woman's mouth raised slightly, thinking that the other party had some trump cards. When she saw that the other party had ordered the martial artist to deal with the monks, she completely relaxed her vigilance.

He is indeed a dandy, a loser.

When the three monks saw this scene, a flash of anger flashed in their eyes. This was a humiliation to them!

But in an instant, Tiema and Huang Sihai activated the Divine Movement Talisman, the Powerful Talisman, and the Diamond Talisman. Their speed became extremely fast, their strength became extremely strong, and their bodies were covered with a layer of golden light like a diamond!

Fang Chen had already explained that this time the enemy was unusual, so neither of them dared to hold back.

"Amulet!? This prodigal son gave the talisman to his warriors to use!?"

The three monks were stunned and suddenly became furious. In their opinion, these talismans should be in their pockets!

"Edict!"

The third-level Qi refining monk shouted coldly, and saw the spiritual power surging in his body. The water vapor surged in the void, condensed into an ice arrow and shot towards Huang Sihai.

boom!

The ice arrow hit Huang Sihai's chest heavily. Huang Sihai, who was running, stopped immediately and looked down. The front end of the ice arrow had broken through the diamond talisman and was at least an inch deep into his body!

"interesting."

Huang Sihai grinned, and saw his chest muscles squirming continuously, and the ice arrow was immediately squeezed out of the body. Such a wound was neither painful nor itchy for him.

"How can it be……"

The third-level Qi Refiner was stunned. Although the opponent seemed to have used a diamond talisman, he was not a monk after all and could not exert the true effect of the talisman.

His attack failed to penetrate this person?

How could this man's physical muscles and bones be so majestic! ?

"Just die for me."

Huang Sihai laughed ferociously, running towards the opponent like a giant bear.

"Edict!"

"Edict!"

Ice arrows were shot one after another. Huang Sihai used his arms to protect his vitals, completely ignoring the damage caused by the ice arrows. He rushed in front of the third-level Qi Refining monk and punched him away!

Normally, he might not be so agile. After all, the sequelae of his tall body is slow speed.

But after blessing the magic talisman, Huang Sihai felt like he was about to fly.

At the same time, Tie Ma immediately used his dexterity to evade the methods of the two second-level Qi Refining monks. After approaching them, each of them directly wiped their necks with one sword.

Both of them could not believe until their death that they would die at the hands of a warrior!

"let me help you."

Tiema glanced at Huang Sihai, and then joined him in slaying the third-level Qi Refiner. This man seemed to have a magic weapon on his body, and he was knocked away by Huang Sihai without any injuries.

But facing two Qi-bending warriors who were blessed with various talismans, he gradually became exhausted. From the beginning, he occasionally fought back, but in the end, he had no ability to fight back at all.

You can only rely on the magic weapon on your body to save your life.

"Like a turtle, we can't even kill it if we fight like this?"

Huang Sihai couldn't help but complain.

In front of the carriage, when the old woman saw this scene, her expression changed slightly, and then she sneered at Fang Chen:

"These monks have no means. They are so poor that they don't even have a talisman. No wonder they were beaten like this by your warriors. They are only at the bottom of the cultivation world."

"Old lady, are you telling me that you are different from them?"

Fang Chen smiled.

"That's natural."

The old woman sneered, "As long as I use my magic weapon, I can suppress you in an instant, and those two warriors are no exception. The conditions I give you..."

A bolt of thunder interrupted her words.

The purple lightning struck her with a bang, and the spiritual energy surged out of her body, automatically protecting her, but it could not offset much of the power of the purple lightning talisman.

The remaining eight points of thunder energy still beat the old woman back repeatedly, with smoke coming from her body.

There was a look of astonishment in her eyes, "Tao method!? Talisman!?"

She didn't expect that the other party would have such means!

Just when she was about to fight back and use her magic weapon to deal with it, another bolt of thunder fell on her.

"what happened?"

The old woman was caught off guard and was a little confused. The surging power of thunder continued to pour into her body, causing her to gradually be unable to mobilize her spiritual power.

"What's different about you?"

boom--

"Are you different from them?"

boom--

"As you speak, how are you different from them?"

boom--

Thunderbolts continued to fall on the old woman. Fang Chen also walked up to the old woman at this moment and looked at the old woman who was completely charred, with no good piece of meat, her eyes were blank, and she had completely lost her fighting power:

"The difference between you and them is that you are from the Blood Spirit Cult, and they are not, right?"

This sentence made the old woman have some reaction. She finally came back to her senses and looked at Fang Chen in horror:

"You, who are you..."

"I can't even recognize the purple lightning talisman. It seems that the monks arranged by the Blood Spirit Sect in Daxia are not very powerful characters."

Fang Chen whispered to himself,

This is also good news.

"Why do you know..."

The old woman spoke with difficulty.

"Tell me, how many monks has your Blood Spirit Religion arranged in Daxia?"

Fang Chen said calmly.

"You, since you know that I am... a Blood Spirit Cult monk... how dare you take action against me..."

There was a trace of resentment in the old woman's eyes.

"I'm asking you now, not you asking me. If you don't answer, I don't mind sending you on your way now. It's just a pity for your cultivation."

Fang Chen smiled.

The old woman was finally afraid. The person in front of her didn't seem to be afraid of the existence of the Blood Spirit Cult at all. She gritted her teeth and whispered: "I am the only one assigned by the boss..."

"Xue Daoren has died in my hands. If what you say is different from what he said, you will die."

Fang Chen interrupted with a smile.

The old woman looked at Fang Chen in disbelief. Did Mr. Xue die in the hands of the other party? How could it be...who is targeting the Blood Spirit Sect! ?

She thought that the Blood Spirit Religion was being targeted by some sect, and she was filled with fear.

"You only have one chance."

Fang Chen smiled.

The old woman was silent for a few moments, then slowly said: "There are...seven of us..."

Seven people?

Fang Chen remained calm, but his heart gradually became serious.