Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Deacon Miao and others were refreshed and thought that the ancestor was going to let the other party go. Now it seems that the other party will not be able to get out of here unless he gives an explanation today.

Fang Chen handed the Bailu Pill to Elder Xu and the others, asking them to share it and eat it, and then asked casually:

"It seems that your Excellency still knows something about these idiots under your sect. Are you not afraid that the Qin family will find out about this and punish your Lihuo Taoist sect?"

"We have the final say on Lihuo Dao Sect matters. The Qin family can't interfere, let alone you?"

The young man smiled and shook his head: "It's time to give me an explanation."

"Okay, I'll give you an explanation first, and then you'll give me an explanation later, and everyone will reciprocate."

Fang Chen nodded slightly, a faint enchanting blue light flashed in his eyes, and a thunder suddenly fell from the sky and fell on the young man.

The young man was caught off guard and fell from mid-air when struck by the lightning, and landed in the center of the shanty town with a thud.

His skin was completely charred black, and streams of white smoke were evaporating accompanied by a sizzling sound.

The monks from all sides stared blankly at this scene, their minds unable to turn around for a while, but what they were thinking about was whether the Yuan Ying ancestor just encountered a thunder disaster?

But the three calamities are related to the golden elixir, leaving the body, and the integration of the body, and the nine calamities are related to the union. Why does Nascent Soul need to overcome calamities?

"Ancestor!"

Sect Master Zhang led a group of Jindan elders and rushed to the young man to check his injuries, with a look of panic and confusion.

"Is this the Innate Five Thunder Dharma!?"

Elder Xu's expression perked up and he looked at Fang Chen with awe. It turned out that Master Fang's uncle's thunder technique had reached such a level that even the Nascent Soul could not escape a strike from his thunder technique!

Under the repeated calls from Sect Leader Zhang and others, the young man woke up leisurely. His eyes were blank at first, then suddenly condensed, and he looked at the sky with a solemn expression.

"It was a thunder tribulation just now!? Did you see clearly? Where did this thunder tribulation come from?"

The young man's voice was hoarse, and when he opened his mouth, streams of white smoke came out. It was obvious that the thunderstorm just now had severely injured him.

There are both external and internal injuries.

"Ancestor...we failed to see clearly..."

Sect Leader Zhang and others looked at each other with somewhat embarrassed expressions. How could they clearly see this kind of thunder tribulation? By the time they realized it, their ancestor had already looked like this.

"This person's cultivation level is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Cang Lei's method can hurt him but not kill him."

Fang Chen was thoughtful.

He has probably tested the limit of the Cang Lei method. He only used 70% of his power just now. If it were 100% of his power, he should be able to kill a mid-stage Nascent Soul in an instant and hurt the late Nascent Soul and Dzogchen.

This is the terrifying power of the Yanguang Divine Eye.

Without its bonus, which allows Fang Chen to mobilize the power of Cang Lei that is far beyond ordinary, with his current level of cultivation, Cang Lei's method can only deal with the late stage of Jindan or the Great Perfection of Jindan at best.

The Yanguang Divine Eye increases its power to a higher level.

"Bahuang Immortal-Suppressing Supreme Sword Scripture is still my first method of attack. For a long, long time, I'm afraid there won't be another technique that can replace it."

Not even the Heavenly Disgusting Technique will work.

Fang Chen sighed in his heart. His current strength largely comes from the fourth-level sword body and small sword.

The fourth-level sword body itself represents the Nascent Soul stage. After a body-refining monk who purely exercises his body is promoted to the Nascent Soul, his physical body may not be stronger than the fourth-level sword body.

Methods such as the Skinning Technique and the Blue Thunder Technique put more emphasis on Fang Chen's own cultivation, and the sword body did not add much to them.

"However... if we want to die together, the nine consciousnesses in the mottled blood can be regarded as a trump card. It's just hard to predict what the outcome will be if this card is played out."

"I survived the first disaster a long time ago, how could a disaster happen to me in this realm now!"

"Ancestor, could it be Lei Fa?"

"Thunder Technique!? It's impossible...it's as powerful as Qin's and he's from a Taoist sect, but he doesn't even have Thunder Technique..."

Everyone looked at the Jin Dan who made the guess, and their expressions were very strange.

Not to mention high-level people, even low-level people have never had this kind of thunder method, and it is rare to even see it.

The five elements of heaven and earth are still dominated by metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Those who can master the thunder method are all powerful monks from the fairy palace.

In front of them, Lihuo Dao Sect is just a non-entering stream among non-entering streams. How is it different from casual cultivators?

While talking, the young man had driven away the power of thunder around him one by one, and then used spiritual power to nourish his body. The charred dead skin layers peeled off, and in about ten breaths, his skin returned to its original state again.

Only the hair on the head, eyebrows and other things will not grow for a while.

Standing up slowly, the young man closed his eyes and felt the condition of his body. Naturally, the injury would not heal for a while, but the most superficial trauma was barely healed.

After a few breaths, he opened his eyes and looked at Fang Chen, and said calmly: "The world is moody, which makes fellow Taoist laugh. Fellow Taoist, you might as well talk about the explanation just mentioned and how you plan to give it."

"Explain? Didn't I already give it to you?"

Fang Chen said.

A gloomy look flashed in the young man's eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "You mean that thunder just now? It's just the power of heaven and earth. Fellow Taoist, wouldn't you want to use this as an excuse to say that this thunder came from fellow Taoist's hand? ?”

Before Fang Chen could speak, the smile on his face became more mocking: "If fellow Taoists have such means, why would Daqian Dao Sect listen to my orders from Lihuo Dao Sect? I'm afraid even the Qin family will have to treat fellow Taoists as honored guests."

After a pause, he looked at Elder Huo with a faint look: "Please give me an explanation, fellow Taoist, the Jindan of Lihuo Taoist Sect will not be humiliated like this for no reason."

When everyone saw that the Daqiandao Sect member wanted to put the power of thunder into his body, they couldn't help but show a hint of ridicule.

"Okay, I'll give you another explanation."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

boom--

Cyan thunder thundered down, and the young man who had just stood up was knocked down again. He lay face down on the ground, motionless.

The charred flesh and blood all over his body kept emitting green smoke and making sizzling sounds, and everyone could vaguely smell the aroma of barbecue.

Sect Master Zhang and Jin Dan had a look of disbelief in their eyes, their breathing became extremely rapid, and they were sweating nervously, and they couldn't stop it no matter what.

Deacon Miao's upper and lower teeth kept bumping against each other, staring at Fang Chen as if he had seen a ghost.

"Thunder, thunder method...the ancestor of Daqian Dao Sect who is suspected to be Nascent Soul still has thunder method!"

The monk with a sinister face kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, with nothing but fear in his eyes.

After about a few breaths, the young man faintly woke up and quickly used his spiritual power to heal the trauma.

"Old, ancestor...are you okay?"

Sect Master Zhang and others cautiously stepped forward to ask.

"Can't die."

The young man exhaled a mouthful of white smoke, then slowly looked at Fang Chen, with a forced smile on his charred face:

"What do you call fellow Taoist?"

It wasn't until this moment that he asked Fang Chen his name.

"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Fang. I am Wu Cuocai. I will cooperate with Fellow Daoist Fang to resolve this misunderstanding between Fellow Daoist Fang and the Lihuo Taoist Sect."

Wu Cuocai clasped his fists and said, fear, fear, suspicion, and horror flashed deep in his eyes.