Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

When everyone heard Zhang Shuzhou's scream, they realized that this fat man was the grandson of the old man in black robe, and his grandfather was a golden elixir monk. No wonder he was so arrogant on weekdays.

puff!

Zhang Shuzhou's screams suddenly stopped, the vitality in his eyes gradually faded, and a bloody seam appeared between his eyebrows and extended all the way to the bottom.

Immediately afterwards, his fat body was split into two, and the pickled things in his stomach were scattered all over the floor.

The monks around him all moved away, looking at the mess on the ground with complicated expressions.

"gone."

Fang Chen greeted and led everyone away through the air.

From the beginning to the end, the old man in black robe did not dare to stop him.

"Void Immortal Sword Sect Fang Chen..."

"What sect is the Xuxian Sword Sect? It seems familiar. Fang Chen is also familiar. He seems to have heard of it somewhere."

"You think so too? I was just wondering why this name is so familiar."

"Everyone, do you remember what happened in the Imperial Capital of Daqian more than ten years ago?"

"That matter...are you saying that there was a swordsman who killed all the spring and autumn and destroyed the Blood Spirit Sect's plan?"

"Yes, that sword cultivator's name is Fang Chen. Have you forgotten?"

"hiss--"

Everyone thought of this incident one after another, and all took a deep breath, and their expressions became alarmed and uncertain.

According to rumors, that sword cultivator even injured Yuanying with one sword!

Deacon Xu's expression changed continuously, and a hint of anger suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Fortunately, he didn't take action directly just now, otherwise he might be the one lying on the ground now.

"Elder Zhang, this matter..."

Deacon Xu looked at the old man in black robe.

The old man in black robe was silent for a few breaths and said calmly: "It's up to you to handle this matter. Remember to bring back my arms."

After saying this, he turned into a stream of light and flew towards the Nine Swords Sect.

Nine Swords Sect.

A white-haired old man walked around anxiously. More than a dozen Jindan monks looked at each other. One of them bravely persuaded:

"Tai Shang Elder, there shouldn't be any big problems, right? We haven't really offended the sword cultivator from the Void Immortal Sword Sect. They won't cause trouble for our Nine Swords Sect..."

"What the hell do you know?"

The white-haired old man stopped and angrily shouted: "The sword cultivators of the Xuxian Sword Sect are all lunatics! You are just golden elixirs. If you don't take them seriously, it will be different for me, ancestor! If they really come to cause trouble, ancestor One gets beaten!”

The group of golden elixirs suddenly fell silent.

A feeling of joy secretly rose in my heart.

Fortunately, my cultivation level is too low and the other party looks down upon me.

At this moment, a Jindan suddenly looked towards the sky: "Lao Zhang is back."

The old man in black robe suddenly fell in front of everyone. When the white-haired old man saw this, he stepped up and slapped him.

The old man in black robe was beaten and rolled on the ground for more than ten feet.

The old man in black robe did not dare to say a word. He stood up and ran back to the white-haired old man with his head lowered.

The golden elixirs around them were shocked, and they could see that their supreme ancestor was really angry.

"How many people died, where is the other person? Tell me!"

The white-haired old man shouted angrily.

The old man in black robe whispered: "A casual cultivator died, as well as Zhang Shuzhou, who has left."

"Only two died? Zhang Shuzhou is your grandson, right? If you provoke such a being, even if you are not killed by the other party, the ancestor will take action himself."

The white-haired old man snorted coldly, with a hint of resentment on his face: "Fortunately, the other party didn't hold back. It's a close call this time. From now on, you all should keep your eyes open. If you dare to offend such a person again, just wipe your neck and apologize." !”

After saying that, the white-haired old man turned and left, seemingly still mumbling.

Jin Dan sighed softly, and some looked at the old man in black robe with pity, then turned and left without saying a word.

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"Friend Daoist Liu, just send it here. See you again if we are destined."

Fang Chen hugged Liu Buyun's fists, and then led his disciples towards Yuxu Mountain.

Liu Buyun stared blankly at the backs of Fang Chen and the others as they left. After losing sight of them, he suddenly asked:

"Just now, Fellow Daoist Fang said his name is Fang Chen? Fang Wanli is just a pseudonym..."

"Master, Uncle Fang indeed calls himself that. This...Master, what kind of sect is the Xuxian Sword Sect..."

A disciple asked very curiously.

"This is a sword cultivating sect in the distant First-Rank Empire of Zhongzhou. If I don't know the exact route, even Master and I will have a hard time walking there..."

Liu Buyun murmured.

Suddenly, his expression perked up and he looked a little horrified: "I remembered, I finally remembered where I heard the name Fang Chen!"

"Master... It seems that the sword cultivator who killed all Chunqiu in the capital of Daqian Emperor more than ten years ago... is also named Fang Chen..."

Another disciple lost his voice and said, "Isn't it our Uncle Fang!?"

The remaining people's expressions perked up, and their faces gradually changed from shock to excitement.

This legendary figure became their uncle! ? I can’t even think about it!

I still remember that in those years, monks all over Yuncang were discussing this sword cultivator. It was rumored that his cultivation was only in refining qi, but with the sword in his hand, he could kill more than ten golden elixirs and even the Nascent Soul was injured by him.

Cooperating with the three Nascent Souls of Master Chongxu, they defeated the blood spirit sect warrior generals and fled in panic, thus virtually solving the blood spirit sect's plot.

Therefore, Yunyou Domain did not fall into war.

"It's really him... I thought I just had the same name..."

Ye Qinghe murmured to himself.

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong in the atmosphere, and saw his master and several senior brothers and sisters staring at him.

"Junior brother, you have such a background, why have you kept silent! If you had said it earlier, no one in Qinghua Sect would have dared to provoke our lineage!"

"That's right. It's hard for us to hide it, but it's thanks to you, junior brother, that Uncle Fang will give us a meeting gift this time."

"Qinghe, Master knew from the beginning that he was destined to be with you. It was indeed true. We are destined to be immortals. Even if we embark on the path of cultivating immortals, we must not relax."

Liu Buyun sighed and patted Ye Qinghe's head gently: "From now on, you will be my closed disciple."

Ye Qinghe never thought that one day he would be in Fang Chen's favor, and he suddenly felt infinite emotion in his heart.

"I don't know how Tao Yu is doing now. I guess he is not nourished by me."

Ye Qinghe suddenly thought of Tao Yu, and couldn't help but feel proud in his heart.

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"Master, there is a mountain in front of you. It has a very strange shape, like a turtle's back."

Sheng Buddha looked into the distance and reported to Fang Chen.

When Fang Chen heard this, he motioned for everyone to stop, and then took a look out of his body. It was indeed as Shengfo said.

This mountain range is very huge, stretching for an unknown number of miles. When viewed from the sky, it looks like the back of a turtle, with different branches of the mountain range resembling the texture on the back of a turtle.

In the center of the turtle's back, there is a high mountain that is always shrouded in clouds and mist.

At the same time, a clear cry sounded, and a giant bird with wings spread about ten feet came out of the air and uttered human words:

"At the boundary of Yuxu Mountain, are you passing by or worshiping the mountain?"