Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"Xiaochen, I feel so uncomfortable, I want to vomit!"

The little sword's voice was very painful, but it was unwilling to return to Fang Chen's body and was still coveting the other four mysterious magic weapons.

"Digest this one first, and then eat the remaining four. They will be kept by me temporarily."

Fang Chen sighed softly, put away the four magic weapons, and let the little sword return to his body for digestion.

Sometimes Xiao Jian looks quite mature, but when it comes to food, he is no different from a greedy child.

When faced with something I want to eat, even if I want to vomit, I always want to take another bite.

"time to go."

Fang Chen glanced at Yu Donglai and others, then blended into the shadows and left the underground river.

Not long after Yu Donglai died, he heard the death knell ringing between heaven and earth. Now the Xiantian Dao Sect should have known that another immortal seedling died.

About two months after Fang Chen left the underground river ditch, the stone layer above the river ditch was peeled off by an invisible force.

The sunless underground ditch was suddenly filled with sunlight. Several figures stood under the scorching sun, quietly looking at the bodies of Yu Donglai and others.

"It's Senior Brother Yu."

One of the figures was somewhat gloating about his misfortune: "Haha, a dignified fairy seedling died in such a place where no one cares about it. It is really tragic and miserable."

"Junior Brother Liu, don't gloat about your misfortune. Now two of the three immortal seedlings from our Xiantian Dao Sect have died, leaving only one. This is not a good thing for us."

The other person's expression darkened, and then he carefully observed the surroundings. Seeing that there were no traps, he entered the ditch and took out the bodies of Yu Donglai and others.

"Um?!"

The one who was gloating about others' misfortunes was a little surprised when he saw the fatal injuries on everyone's bodies.

Yu Donglai had hundreds of sword wounds on his body, all of which were fatal. Some of them even shattered the sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness is the place where the Nascent Soul resides. If the sea of ​​consciousness disappears, the Nascent Soul will be homeless.

"How about it? Has Senior Brother Yu's Nascent Soul escaped?"

"There is no sign of Yuanying escaping. It seems to have been destroyed in the sea of ​​consciousness. Who did it? Senior Brother Yu and the others didn't even have a chance to escape?"

"It must have been done by Hedao monks, and it couldn't be that Xia Xuanji.

Senior Brother Yu said he wanted to avenge Junior Brother Zhou, but as a result, he didn't even dare to show his face during the battle at Chaoxian Mansion, which made others think that our Xiantian Dao Sect had killed an immortal seedling and didn't dare to say anything. "

"Take it back first and see what the superiors say."

Several people took Yu Donglai's body and left quickly.

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In a few months, Fang Chen sat in the teleportation array nine times and finally managed to get close to Cang Dao Mansion.

The territory of Zhongzhou Kingdom is too vast. Without these teleportation arrays as transfer points, it would be inconvenient for middle-level and third-level monks to travel.

The place where he is now is extremely far away from the previous Chaoxian Mansion and Qingmu Sect.

Gradually, it was discovered that the number of mortals here was increasing, but the number of monks was decreasing. Not surprisingly, Cangdao Mansion may belong to a very remote area of ​​Zhongzhou Kingdom.

In the past few months, Xiaojian was still in a state of indigestion, while Fang Chen was on the road while improving his spirit possession skills.

Now he can easily condense a soul flame with just a thought. This is a special flame that uses the soul as fuel.

Only this kind of flame can deal with the nine consciousnesses in the blood of immortals. It is also extremely lethal to other monks and can restrain evil spirits.

The art of enchantment can be regarded as an extremely good immortal art, capable of both offense and defense.

[Are there any colleagues around here? There seems to be an immortal tomb in the Black Valley, or it may be the work of the Blood Spirit Sect. If you have any colleagues, please go check it out as soon as possible! 】

【no one there? I can't deal with the Blood Spirit Cult bastards on my own in this stupid place. 】

【anyone there? ? ? 】

Fang Chen looked strange as he held the messenger talisman of the Lingzhan Division. Ever since he learned that the monks from the United Dao Stage would defect to the Blood Spirit Cult, he had become more wary and wary of his colleagues from the Lingzhan Division.

However, since the other party suspected that the Blood Spirit Cult was causing trouble, Fang Chen would go and have a look whether it was true or false.

He did not reply to that person, but spent five hundred low-grade spiritual stones to learn the direction of the Black Valley from Zhou Tianzhijian, and rushed there.

A few days later, Fang Chen found that there were more and more monks on the road, and everyone was heading in the same direction.

Some of these monks only refined Qi, few built foundations, and as for the golden elixir... they didn't see it at all.

Fang Chen was a little suspicious. The closer he got to Cang Dao Mansion, the poorer it seemed.

Not only is the general cultivation level of the monks reduced, but the spiritual power between heaven and earth is also becoming increasingly thinner.

Would the sect site of Three Thousand Dao Sects be located in a place like this?

"This fellow Taoist, this fellow Taoist, would you like to ask for directions!"

Suddenly a young man flew from behind and kept shouting at Fang Chen.

Fang Chen turned around and took a look. The young man's cultivation level was probably at the sixth level of Qi Refining. There was a group of young men and women standing not far away. The one with the highest cultivation level was an old man with an indifferent expression.

The early stage of foundation building.

"Fellow Taoist, I'm not a local. If you ask me for directions, I'm afraid you're looking for the wrong person."

Fang Chen said calmly.

"Don't worry, I'm not a local either. From the looks of fellow Taoist, I should be going to the Black Valley, right?

Fellow Taoist, do you know how far it is from the Black Valley? "

The young man said quickly.

"You are also looking for that fairy tomb?"

Fang Chen's expression changed.

"That's not true. I heard that after this Immortal Tomb was born, big guys from all over the world gathered in the Black Valley. Even if we can't get some benefits from the Immortal Tomb, we might be able to pick up some opportunities that the big guys missed. Don't you Taoist friends ?"

The young man chuckled.

Fang Chen seemed to remember that some of his colleagues from the Soul-Slaying Division once talked about one of the most common methods used by the Blood Spirit Sect to harm monks.

Using opportunities as bait, he secretly added fuel to the fire, and finally achieved his goal, causing heavy casualties to the monks.

And no matter how you look at it, you can't see any traces of deliberateness. Only the monks from the Soul Slayer Division can discern some clues.

"Are there many monks coming this time?"

Fang Chen asked.

"That's a lot. Even my Chai family has received the news. Come to think of it, at least tens of thousands of fellow Taoists will gather together this time, right?"

The young man said.

Fang Chen nodded lightly, "This place is still eight thousand miles away from the Black Valley. You are almost there."

"Eight thousand miles, it's really not too far."

The young man muttered to himself. When he saw Fang Chen preparing to leave, his eyes suddenly moved and he quickly stepped forward to stop him with a smile:

"Fellow Taoist, wait a minute. I see that Taoist Taoist is going to the Black Valley alone, so it would be a bit of a disadvantage, right? How about Taoist Taoist walking with my Chai family? It will be easier for us to give guidance when the time comes, so that we don't go the wrong way and miss the time."

"Along with you?"

Fang Chen looked at the young man and suddenly smiled and nodded, "It's okay, it's safer to go together."

"What do you call me fellow Taoist? My name is Chai Shun."

The young man holds his fist.

"There will be a catastrophe in the east."

Fang Chen cupped his fists and said.

"Complex surname?"

Chai Shun's eyes moved, and he immediately flew towards the group of people behind with Fang Chen.