Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

A year later, Fang Chen successfully broke through the middle stage of foundation building and advanced to the late stage of foundation building.

There are forty-two Feather Spirit Pills left.

Time passed in the blink of an eye and another four and a half years passed. With the blessing of Yu Ling Dan, Fang Chen successfully advanced from the late stage of foundation building to the perfection of foundation building.

At this point, the Feather Spirit Pill has been exhausted.

In just six years, Fang Chen was given the green light to advance from the middle stage of Foundation Establishment to the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment.

I have to say that the effectiveness of Feather Spirit Pill is truly miraculous.

Nowadays, the spiritual power in his body is extremely strong, and he can perform various spells with ease.

A year ago, the small sword had completely devoured the remaining Xuan-level magic weapons. At that time, Fang Chen tried the third sword of the Eight Desolate Suppressing Immortals Supreme Sword Sutra.

Unlike before, this time although the spiritual power will be exhausted, it will not consume life span.

This shows that if he becomes ruthless, he is already qualified to use the fourth sword.

"Xiao Chen, how long do we have to leave here? I feel that a few more low-grade Xuan-level magic weapons will be enough for me to advance to the fifth level."

"Don't rush, don't rush, there are still four years, it will pass quickly."

Fang Chen smiled, his eyes fell on the mottled blood, and there was a hint of contemplation in his eyes.

Now that he has the art of possessing spirits and his cultivation has improved, can he try to refine the consciousness in the mottled blood?

He told Xiao Jian about this idea, and Xiao Jian agreed after only a slight hesitation.

Fang Chen condensed a piece of spiritual flame and slowly landed on the mottled blood, but the next second, different roars came from the mottled blood.

The little sword also began to tremble violently, as if in great pain.

Fang Chen immediately withdrew the spirit possession technique, "Xiaojian, how do you feel?"

"I, I'm fine... I just have some pain..."

Xiaojian's voice was a little weak, with a hint of grievance, but it still continued to persuade Fang Chen to try:

"Xiaochen, try again, I promise you won't shake this time."

"No, let it go."

Fang Chen shook his head gently, not intending to try to refine the mottled blood again. If this would affect the little sword, it would be worth the loss.

He watched the little sword grow step by step, from the earliest sword fetus to now possessing great power, and he already regarded it as a relative in his heart.

For the next four years, Fang Chen practiced while chatting with the black and white paper figures about what happened in their time.

These two followers of Dao Zun Tian have seen the world, and have experienced countless battles, large and small. Just pick one of them and you will be amazed.

For example, one year, someone discovered a rare fairy source, and a fairy cave was opened from it.

As a result, in the next hundred years, all parties were fighting each other for the ownership of the cave, and several Xuanxian fell.

Another example is that one year, an immortal king went crazy and slaughtered more than 3.75 million people in his clan, and then disappeared.

Another year, there was a great conflict between the borders of Zhongzhou Kingdom and the borders of Beidou Kingdom and Emperor Heaven, and a fairy war took place.

From the ancestors to the Qi refiners, and even the mortal warriors in the world, everyone participated in it, and the fight lasted for thirteen years.

Thirteen years, which seemed to be a very short period of time, severely damaged the vitality of the cultivation world at that time, and 70% of the monks died.

When Fang Chen heard this, he could not help but think of the Blood Spirit Sect, but according to the words of the black and white paper man, Dao Tianzun had not risen in that era, and the Blood Spirit Sect did not exist.

"correct."

Fang Chen's expression changed, and his mind recalled the fairy he saw walking in the blazing sun.

But he suddenly found that the other person's appearance seemed to be very blurry, as if a piece of rubber had gently wiped away his memory.

He tried to recall it for a long time and told the black and white paper man some of the features he could only remember.

"Your Majesty, are you saying that...you saw a fairy in the blazing sun and looked at her, so you became blind and became a natural pupil?"

The man on the white paper is thoughtful.

But the black paper man shook his head directly: "It is impossible for anyone in the world to climb up to the blazing sun. The prince may have been dazzled by it at that time, not to mention that the distance between the blazing sun and us is endless. Even if there is an immortal on it, the prince will not be able to climb up there at all. Can’t see.”

"Yes, I thought so too at the beginning. Maybe I was just blinded by what I saw. After all, I had not yet set foot on the immortal path at that time, and I was easily influenced by some means."

Fang Chen nodded slightly and did not deny the black paper man's guess.

"It can't be because of dazzling eyes. It can only be due to some other reasons. After all, the natural beauty cannot be faked."

The man on white paper shook his head: "Even in your and my time, it was rare to see a person born with a bright heart, let alone one who is born with a bright heart?

The only people who can do this kind of thing are the patriarchs, and the prince may have seen an ancestor. "

Fang Chen sighed in his heart.

More than just being born with a bright heart.

Just by looking at each other, his soul changed, and he left his body at will like a monk who left his body.

If this were not the case, Senior Yunhe would not have taken a fancy to him and taught him the introductory chapter of Three Thousand Dao Dharma. Naturally, there would be nothing that happened next.

Perhaps now he has lost his spirit, married and had children, or perhaps Daxia has also been annexed by Qingsong.

And he would never know Xia Xuanji's identity in his whole life, let alone the existence of the Blood Spirit Sect.

Therefore, he was grateful to these two people in his heart. If it weren't for them, everything would not be what it is now.

Four years passed quickly.

Although there is no blessing from the Feather Spirit Pill, Fang Chen's special practice method is still very effective.

Every time the spiritual power is exhausted, the recovered spiritual power will increase a bit, which is far more effective than boring practice.

In the past four years, his main focus has not been on cultivation, but on spells such as the Beginning Immortal Eye, the Radiant Light Eye, the Skinning Technique, and the Blue Thunder Technique.

If you keep up with your cultivation level, you must also keep up with the use of spells, so that when you fight with others, your methods will not keep up with your thinking and you will not be able to make the best response.

As soon as ten years passed, a warm current surged through Shizhu, and a faint white light enveloped Fang Chen and disappeared.

When he reappeared, Fang Chen was still sitting on the stone steps in front of the Daqiandao Sect's ancestral court, maintaining the same posture as when he left.

"It's finally out."

Fang Chen sighed softly.

His eyes fell on the stone bead and he was about to put it away, but found that the stone bead slowly melted into his palm, then wandered around in his arm, and finally stopped at the center of his eyebrows.

Fang Chen was a little surprised. He put his index and middle fingers together and gently pressed them between his eyebrows. He could clearly feel the presence of the stone beads.

"Uncle Master, have you left seclusion?"

Not far away, Guan E looked at Fang Chen cautiously.

When she saw that the black and white paper figures were not there, she guessed that Fang Chen had left seclusion.

"Where is Junior Nephew Pei? I just have something to ask him."

Fang Chen thought and smiled lightly.

He wanted to ask Pei Qingfeng if he recognized the ancestor of the Qingmu Sect.

"The master of the temple is in the meeting hall. Come with me."

Guan E nodded quickly.

When the two arrived at the meeting hall, discussions were in full swing, and they seemed to be exchanging their experiences on recent spells.

As soon as they saw Fang Chen, everyone stood up immediately, with respectful faces and clasped fists in salute:

"I'll pay my respects to my uncle (granduncle) later."