Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

With this sword slashed out, Fang Chen suddenly felt empty, and his temples were turning gray.

Her face, which was originally eighteen or nineteen years old, began to gradually develop fine wrinkles, showing a bit of age.

Fang Tingjian looked at the whereabouts of the missing Jin Dan, and then at Fang Chen, with a look of surprise gradually filling his eyes.

This sword...

Very strange!

It was obviously not as powerful as the previous sword, but it... really penetrated the Nascent Soul methods of General Kunlong and killed the golden elixir he protected...

Everyone didn't have much hope for Fang Chen. When they saw that this sword killed a Jindan, everyone fell into silence.

Just the constant rising and falling of their chests showed how excited they were at the moment.

"How can it be……"

There was a look of disbelief in the female swordsman's eyes.

Even she was not sure that a sword could hurt the golden elixir under the protection of Yuanying, but the other party did it! ?

"Is that the sword fetus!?"

As soon as this thought arose, it was suppressed by the female swordsman.

It can't be just because of the sword embryo. No matter how powerful the sword embryo is, without the master's means, it will not be able to exert such offensive power!

"This son...should not be allowed to live!"

Gan Wuji became furious and his methods became more violent.

The female swordsman and others noticed and found that Qian Wuji was trying to defeat him as soon as possible, and then went to deal with Fang Chen.

"Gan Wuji is worried, everyone, please work harder, that sword cultivator girl, please work harder, don't let him get away!"

Fang Wanli shouted sharply.

All the golden elixirs did not dare to pay attention to Fang Chen anymore and worked hard to deal with Gan Wuji seriously.

Fang Chen is their only hope right now. They don't dare to let the situation collapse and must maintain stability!

"This is……"

The three Nascent Souls suddenly opened their eyes and all their gazes fell on Fang Chen.

The eyes under the mask of General Kunlong were no longer indifferent, and there was a hint of emotion when looking at Fang Chen.

Fang Chen raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the second Jin Dan.

The Jin Dan had already sensed that something was wrong. Although he was afraid, he was more willing to believe in General Kunlong's methods.

puff!

The golden elixir is destroyed.

The flames that enveloped the three Nascent Souls were slightly lighter!

Fang Chen's temples were completely gray.

He looks almost thirty years old now.

"No! He is wasting his lifespan!"

"Although these two swords can kill Jindan, they will also cause great damage to him!"

Dongfang Haojie and others reacted one after another, with a strange look in their eyes.

Lifespan is the foundation of a monk. If lifespan is depleted, the impact will be too wide.

If you don’t have enough longevity, how can you aspire to the next level? This is the most important point!

Therefore, ordinary monks would not do this easily. Burning longevity energy is equivalent to ending one's own path to immortality!

Fairy Yu, Zhang Xiaoke, Xia Ji and others all showed a look of worry in their eyes.

But they knew that Fang Chen's sword could not stop now.

The third sword slashed out.

Another golden elixir has fallen.

When Qian Wuji saw this scene, he felt a little horrified. Under the protection of General Kunlong, three golden elixirs were killed in a row! ?

The sword in the opponent's hand is probably capable of killing Jindan Dzogchen!

"Why didn't he join forces with these people to kill me first!?"

A question arises in my mind.

Qian Wuji never thought about it.

In Fang Chen's eyes, he, Gan Wuji, was someone he should be afraid of, but the female swordsman was also someone Fang Chen was afraid of.

In order not to affect today's situation, Fang Chen was most happy to see the two fighting.

With both sides checking and balancing each other, no one can influence Fang Chen's next move.

After the third sword.

Fang Chen's appearance is approaching forty. Although he is a little older, he still has a different kind of middle-aged charm.

The fourth sword.

Fang Chen entered his fifties and knew his destiny.

The fifth sword.

Fang Chen entered his sixties, his sixtieth year.

The sixth sword.

Fang Chen is old and rare.

The seventh sword.

Fang Chen is old.

The eighth sword.

The ninth sword.

The tenth sword, with this sword, he entered the old age, an age that many mortals in the world would find difficult to live to.

Fang Chen's hair has long since turned gray, and his body shape is somewhat uneven. From the time he was a hairpin to his current appearance, it was only the time of Ten Swords.

Everyone seemed to have seen an illusion, witnessing with their own eyes a weak-headed young man who had grown into a young man, knowing his destiny, becoming an ancient man, sixty-seven years old, and looking forward to his senior year...

This is like a normal cycle of heaven.

It's like the end of life.

"We can't go on like this, no!"

Seeing Fang Chen become like this, two lines of hot tears fell on Fairy Yu's face.

She suddenly took a few steps forward and shouted to Fang Chen: "Your Majesty, don't draw your sword again! No!"

Prince! ?

Several scenes appeared in the female swordsman's mind, and finally she recognized Fang Chen's identity.

"It turns out it was him..."

The female swordsman murmured in her heart.

"Fang Chen, can you remember what I told you!?"

Xia Ji said in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, I still have a long life, you use my life!"

Zhang Xiaoke wanted to rush towards Fang Chen, but was held tightly by the peasant woman.

"You can't interfere in this kind of battle... and he can't borrow your life..."

The peasant woman looked complicated and whispered.

"Brother, brother... I still have some use for my essence and blood. See if you can use it. Can I share some with you?"

Dongfang Hao asked stammeringly.

Fairy Tianyin glanced at him, and suddenly felt that the fat man in front of her seemed completely different from her impression.

Fang Chen slowly turned around and looked at the familiar faces of Fairy Yu, Xia Ji, Zhang Xiaoke, Fang Jue, Fang Xiu, Fang Ao and his wife, etc.

He smiled, nodded slightly to everyone, turned around and walked towards the next Jindan with his sword in hand.

"Is it worth doing this?"

Fang Tingjian suddenly spoke.

"Whether it's worth it or not, this kind of thing... there's nothing to weigh. Even if it's for friends and confidants like me, not to mention the common people, it's still worth it."

Fang Chen's voice was a bit old. It no longer sounded full of life, but instead had a hint of death.

"If you continue to use up your longevity, you will not become an immortal in this life."

A voice suddenly sounded.

It's General Kunlong.

While Fang Chen looked at him, he swung his sword to kill the next Jin Dan, with a faint smile on his wrinkled face:

"There are immortals only if there are mortals. If I can't even be a mortal, why should I be a bullshit immortal?"

puff!

Another golden elixir has fallen.

After this sword strike, the white hair on Fang Chen's head suddenly began to fall and became increasingly sparse.

How can he still look like a handsome and handsome young man at this time? He is completely like an old man with one foot in the coffin.

The three Nascent Souls were all a little moved at this moment.

Master Chongxu stared at Fang Chen and suddenly said: "What he killed was not the Golden Pill, but the Spring and Autumn Period."

"The one who beheaded was Chunqiu!?"

Master Baihu and Master Nagarjuna looked at each other and looked at Fang Chen with complicated expressions.

"It's not the golden elixir that's being chopped off... it's the Spring and Autumn Period?"

The words of Master Chongxu moved countless people and fell into deep contemplation.

From the weak crown to the old age, isn't the process in between the Spring and Autumn Period?

"Your Majesty, he is killing his own spring and autumn..." Fairy Yu clenched her fists.

Not far away, Master Qinghe looked at Master Zhuyue: "Master, are we really powerless?"

"Nothing can be done."

Master Zhuyue nodded slightly and looked at Fang Qingyao.

Although she didn't say anything, her eyes never left Fang Chen for a moment, and even if she shed tears, she didn't notice.