Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

A few days later, the aura of forbidden magic in front of the gate of the Immortal Tomb had weakened to the point where it could be forcibly opened.

The four Nascent Souls each used their own methods to refine the forbidden method, which could be opened after the forbidden method dissipated in the Immortal Tomb.

Fang Chen had not found anyone with the Heavenly Evil Fruit among the two hundred people in the past few days.

However, two Blood Spirit Cult Qi Refiners led him to find the remaining Blood Spirit Cult monks.

On a barren mountain dozens of miles away from the Black Valley, there were more than ten figures standing. They were quietly observing the scene on the other side of the Immortal Tomb, with either a faint smile of disdain on their faces or a look of gloating.

The leader's aura is condensed and has reached the realm of Nascent Soul, and the people around him are also Golden Core cultivators.

Two Blood Spirit Sect Qi Refiners hurried to this place and immediately rushed to the head Yuanying, cupping their fists and saluting:

"Disciple pays homage to General Hanlong."

"No gift."

General Han Long nodded slightly, "You did a great job this time. Will the next plan go wrong? Will the person you choose eat the Heavenly Evil Fruit?"

"General Hanlong, don't worry. That guy thought that the Heavenly Evil Fruit was the fruit of immortality. Under our deception, he believed that as long as he entered the immortal tomb and drank the Heavenly Evil Fruit, he would become an immortal."

There was a look of confidence on their faces.

"That's right. As long as they take the Heavenly Evil Fruit, it won't take long for these monks to end their lives on their own. I'll just wait and clean up the mess."

General Hanlong smiled lightly.

After a pause, he glanced at the two of them: "How far is that matter? There are so many Taoist sects in Cangdao Mansion, which makes every mortal want to become an immortal. We have to clean it up every hundred years. This time, every hundred years The deadline is coming soon, maybe we can gather enough Blood Spirit Pills?"

"Reporting to your lord, Master is personally keeping an eye on this matter, and I think it will only take a year and a half to achieve results.

By then, at least more than a hundred tribes will be able to be cleared. Based on the tens of millions of people in a tribe, as long as the superiors can send enough manpower, 10,000 Blood Spirit Pills can be collected in a short time. "

The two looked at each other and said respectfully.

When Fang Chen saw this, he frowned slightly. The Blood Spirit Sect was also carrying out a plan in Cang Dao Mansion?

Are these two qi-refining masters personally presiding over it?

"Your master is also one of the talents that the teaching plans to focus on cultivating in recent years. As long as this matter is done well, the day when he will become a golden elixir is just around the corner."

General Han Long nodded slightly: "Have you taken care of the Cangdao Palace Master?"

"Master has already taken care of it. With his temperament, as long as the benefits are sufficient, he would naturally turn a blind eye to such a trivial matter."

The two said quickly.

"Well, in recent years, some people have been suppressing our Blood Spirit Sect, which has resulted in unsatisfactory harvests in various places. Therefore, our lineage has to work hard to stand out and refine as many Blood Spirit Pills as possible for the sect.

The stronger the Blood Spirit Religion is, the more stable you and I can live, and our cultivation will increase day by day. We strive to one day leave this ghost place and go to a more fertile land, or be sent to the second-grade empire below. . "

General Han Long said softly.

When the surrounding Jindan and the two Qi Refiners heard about the foreign mission, their eyes showed longing.

They have long heard how prosperous their colleagues outside are living, and how easily they can obtain huge amounts of blood-spirit pills, without having to walk on thin ice like they are, fearing being suppressed by others if they reveal their flaws.

As long as a few blood spirit pills are deducted, the cultivation level can rise slowly. It is said that there is a Nascent Soul monk who has been sent abroad for a hundred years and has been easily promoted to the third level. There is more than one such example.

"Sir, the Immortal Tomb over there seems to be opening soon. You should call for more reinforcements, after all, those four Nascent Souls..."

One of the Qi Lian suddenly glanced at the Immortal Tomb, and then looked at General Hanlong with a worried expression.

"hehe……"

The Jin Dan beside General Han Long laughed, their faces full of ridicule.

Lianqi who spoke suddenly knew that he had said the wrong thing.

"It doesn't matter. You are just refining qi and don't fully understand Yuanying's methods. It's normal. Those four Yuanyings are about to expire, so it doesn't matter. Even if they are a hundred years younger, I can easily kill them."

General Hanlong smiled lightly.

When Fang Chen heard this, he knew that no second general would come here, so he walked out of the shadow next to General Han Long and stabbed a sword into the back of his head, penetrating between his eyebrows.

The spiritual barrier on General Han Long's body was as fragile as tofu in front of this sword, and the terrifying sword intention shattered General Han Long's sea of ​​consciousness and Nascent Soul in an instant.

He even kept the faint smile he had before, but the vitality in his eyes was completely dim.

"Who are you!"

The surrounding golden elixirs all reacted with shock and anger.

They didn't wait for Fang Chen's answer, but what they waited for was a breathtaking sword.

In perhaps less than a breath of time, one Nascent Soul and eight or nine Golden Cores were completely dead.

Only the two Qi refiners stared at this scene with their mouths open. Their bodies were stiff, cold sweat broke out, and their expressions were extremely frightened.

Fang Chen took off the storage rings of General Han Long and others and put them away. Then he looked at the two Qi Refiners and said with a slight smile:

"Two of you, whose body is the Heavenly Evil Fruit in?"

"What, what kind of Heavenly Evil Fruit, we don't know..."

The two looked at each other, their expressions pale, and although they were scared, they still tried to conceal the truth.

"I heard everything you just said, so who has the Heavenly Evil Fruit?"

Fang Chen wiped the non-existent stains on the sword with his sleeve robe, and blew lightly, feeling quite satisfied.

This sword is not a small sword. The small sword is still suffering from indigestion. The owner of this sword is a distraction from the Xiantian Dao Sect.

There are two Dao seals on the sword. Even if it is not driven by spiritual power, its sharpness is far more sharp than ordinary yellow-level flying swords.

Its power is even higher than that of today's small swords. Unfortunately, if you want to really activate this level of flying sword, Fang Chen's strength is far from enough. If you use it to use the Eight Desolations Suppressing Immortal Supreme Sword According to experience, even the first sword can drain Fang Chen's spiritual power at once.

This is not as good as Xiaojian.

However, when used as a cold weapon, combined with the Shadow Bodhisattva's technique, as long as the opponent's cultivation level does not exceed the realm of Yuanying, and does not practice special body refining methods, or cannot detect the Shadow Bodhisattva's technique.

It can still temporarily replace Xiaojian, and killing Nascent Soul is not a big problem.

"Who is this guy..."

The two Lianqi's faces were pale and they were sweating profusely. The opponent could easily kill even General Hanlong. He must be in the Nascent Soul stage, or even the out-of-body stage...

"For example, if we tell you, senior might spare my life?"

One of the Qi Lian gritted his teeth and whispered.

"Of course you can."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

"Senior is lying, senior can't let us go."

The two of them looked at each other, with a hint of despair in their eyes, and then became determined. Their eyes suddenly stared, and blood poured out from the seven orifices, and they immediately died.

Fang Chen frowned and looked at the two corpses: "I would rather commit suicide and keep it secret than try to survive... The brainwashing technique of the Blood Spirit Cult has indeed penetrated deep into the bone marrow."

Although he has killed these Blood Spirit Sect monks now, if the Heavenly Evil Fruit is not found, it will always be like a bomb that will explode at any time.

At this moment, there was a loud noise from the Immortal Tomb, and the aura of the forbidden law visible to the naked eye suddenly dissipated.

The gate to the Immortal Tomb is about to open.