Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

It was accompanied by a loud noise and the dull sound of heavy objects falling.

Gai Hong, the eldest son of the Zhentian Palace, the King of Giant Deer, and a fairy, but now at the peak of his cultivation, fell to the ground hard.

At this moment, his eyes were crooked and his mouth was evil, and blood kept pouring out of his seven orifices. Fortunately, his background seemed to be deeper than Xu Qingsong's, and his condition was better than him.

Immediately afterwards, figures fell from the cloud platform one after another, and landed near Gaihong one after another.

They are all talented people from the Immortal Palace, including Gai Yunnuo.

They endured the severe pain on their faces, opened their already swollen eyes and looked, and saw that the figure had left the cloud platform and walked towards other monks.

Every time the opponent takes a step, he arrives almost instantly. No matter what level of monk he is facing, the white light surrounding him can dissolve all means.

It was as if spiritual power became as fragile as tofu in front of this layer of misty white light.

Today, Fang Chen seems to have transformed into an invincible god of war. The long sword in his hand has become a decoration, and his flesh palm has become the main means of attack.

No matter what level of monks they are, they can be defeated with just one slap.

In an instant, hundreds more monks with different origins were brutally beaten, and they were beaten with the same crooked eyes and evil mouths as Gai Hong and others.

Xuantian Mirror faithfully transmitted the current scene to everywhere, and for a while, all the monks everywhere fell into silence.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, what do you think?"

Su Mo touched the injury on his face, tried to calm down, and looked at the old man from Zhentian Palace.

The other party did not answer. He glanced at Gai Hong and others first, and saw that although they had been slapped, their lives were not in danger, and he was relieved.

Then he silently looked at the figure shrouded in white light:

"It should be the incense cultivator who descended from the gods. I have long heard that some cultivators of the incense cultivator are a little unclear. Although their cultivation is extremely high, they may be crazy."

"Is the divine descending technique of the Incense Tao monk really so miraculous? This child's true cultivation is only in the early stage of foundation building..."

Su Mo murmured to himself.

"The divine descending techniques that I know are far from this terrifying. It would be incredible to be able to reach a higher level.

But now this kid's methods are far inferior to those of us. Perhaps only Xuanxian can suppress him. "

Mr. Chen's eyes were solemn: "I suspect that there is really an ancestor behind him."

"No need to doubt it."

Su Mo suddenly took out a communication talisman and took a look at it, with a complicated expression on his face:

"The Huangyuan summoned me and asked me not to interfere in this matter and try not to conflict with this son again."

Deserted courtyard! ?

Old Chen's eyes changed slightly. Huangyuan could represent the royal family of Zhongzhou Kingdom to a certain extent.

The word Huangyuan means the royal family.

Even the royal family showed such an attitude, which further confirmed that his guess was correct. The patriarch was indeed involved in this matter!

"It seems...someone in the Xianghuo Dao has successfully transformed into a Loose Immortal and has become one of the ancestors of the cult. I don't know if this is good or bad for Zhongzhou."

Su Mo sighed softly: "Tell me, it's such a small thing, but in the end it turned out to be the figure of the ancestor. This slap for you and me is unjust."

"injustice……"

Mr. Chen nodded silently.

However, this slap might have been a reward from their ancestors. Thinking of this, they felt a little better.

In a certain pavilion, Zhao Kaihe stood there with a stiff look on his face. The Nascent Soul colleagues around him had long since fallen to the ground, and the golden elixir immortal soldiers were not spared either, and were slapped one after another.

"I... I'm just here to drink tea and look at the scenery, with Your Excellency..."

Zhao Kaihe forced a smile on his face.

"What a fart!"

‘Fang Chen’ knocked over Zhao Kaihe with a slap, and then continued walking towards the next target.

In a short period of time, hundreds of monks from different origins had been knocked down with a single slap.

Fortunately, although it hurt a little, there was no fear for their lives. They looked at the 'busy' figure with complicated expressions.

"Is he planning to... beat up all the monks in Chaoxian Mansion today?"

A fairy miao covered her swollen cheek and said in a low voice.

Dozens of immortal seedlings, including Yang Qing from Jiulu Valley, Fang Ze from Yuchan Palace, Ding Wan from Baiyue Island, Dukong from Prajna Sect, etc., all unanimously kneaded their cheeks, or covered their cheeks and used their spiritual power to relieve the pain.

Yang Qing: "I came to Chaoxian Mansion because of bad luck today. If there is such excitement in the future, I will be like a dog again."

"Fortunately, he treats everyone equally. It's not us who have lost face today, and those ancestors..."

Fang Ze quietly looked in the direction of Gai Hong and others and whispered.

Everyone looked at each other and suddenly felt a little better.

The other party was indeed treating them equally. Not only were they beaten, but Gai Hong and others were not spared either.

Even Su Mo, the ancestor of the Hedao period who was in charge of Chaoxian Mansion, was slapped.

These middle and third level monks, and even the upper third level monks were beaten, and their mere golden elixir immortal seedlings didn't matter.

After a few years, this matter was forgotten.

Time passed by, and some monks did not want to be humiliated at the hands of Fang Chen and tried to break through the surrounding thunder and lightning cages. As a result, when they were still a hundred feet away from the boundary of the cage, the spiritual barrier could not withstand it and they were covered with lightning. The electricity was charred and black.

After an unknown amount of time, 'Fang Chen' appeared in front of a beautiful figure, raising his hand to slap him down.

"Your Majesty, you go ahead and fight, I don't blame you."

Fairy Jade looked directly at Fang Chen: "You are just being controlled by others now, and all this has nothing to do with you."

"It sounds like I know you very well!"

'Fang Chen' muttered and was about to hit him, but his palm fell in the air and became motionless.

It was as if some invisible force was stopping him.

'Fang Chen' had a struggling look on his face, his expression suddenly turned ferocious, and he chuckled gloomily:

"It's easy to invite gods, but hard to send them away! Invite us, and you want to send us away? You're talking nonsense!"

Fairy Jade said in surprise: "Your Majesty, did you hear me?"

She saw that Fang Chen's pupils were changing, sometimes completely black, sometimes gray, sometimes covered with golden veins, sometimes flashing with a strange blue light.

There was a faint mottled blood stain on his wrist, trying to flow from his wrist to Xiaojian's body.

But in the end, the mottled blood suddenly returned to Fang Chen's body.

'Fang Chen' had an evil smile on his face, raised his hand and slapped it down!

Fairy Jade couldn't hide her loss. She knew that the prince had just fought hard, but failed and could not regain his sanity.

She didn't hide or dodge, looking at Fang Chen with gentle eyes, as if she didn't care about what was coming.

Seeing that the slap was about to fall on her face, a sudden force swept over her, leading the Jade Fairy to quickly retreat a hundred feet away.

Jade Fairy looked stunned and found herself sitting at a tea stall on the street. Opposite her was an old man with white hair and beard, quietly sipping the tea in his hand.

"Old thing!"

‘Fang Chen’ also arrived at the tea stall in an instant, staring at the old man with a gloomy expression.

When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't hide their shock. At this time, even the monks in the Dao period were beaten, who dared to provoke this madman?

"Who is this fellow Taoist!?"

Su Mo and Mr. Chen looked at each other, and there was a strange feeling in their hearts. They felt that they had seen this old man somewhere before, and he looked very familiar.