Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"Thank you both."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

The black and white paper figures looked at each other, smiled, and all disappeared.

Although they were gone, the scene just now and the appearance of Ancestor Xue in front of them still made Wu Cuocai and others feel suffocated, and their breathing became uneasy.

The look they looked at Fang Chen had long lost the previous joking look, and now only fear and panic remained.

The atmosphere at the scene was very silent, until Old Ancestor Xue's injury improved somewhat and he let out a low groan of pain that attracted everyone's attention again.

"Take, take down Zhang Chunfeng."

Patriarch Xue's voice was hoarse. He stood up from the ground with difficulty and gave orders to Wu Cuocai.

Take down Zhang Chunfeng! ?

The monks were shocked, and Sect Master Zhang subconsciously looked at the young man.

Wu Cuocai was also stunned for a moment, but he reacted very quickly. With a wave of his hand, the young man was imprisoned by the majestic spiritual power.

"Ancestor Xue!?"

The young man couldn't believe that Patriarch Xue, who loved him the most, would make such a decision.

"Ancestor, what happens next?"

Wu Cuocai asked cautiously.

"How do you plan to deal with this kid?"

Ancestor Xue looked at Fang Chen, forced a smile on his miserable face, and barely made a fist with his broken arm.

If it weren't for the extremely powerful spiritual support, it would be difficult for him to stand up or even turn over in his current physical body.

"It's over..."

All the Jindan members of the Lihuo Taoist Sect felt bleak, and even Ancestor Xue had such an attitude, which showed that the Lihuo Taoist Sect had indeed encountered an enemy that was difficult to resist today.

"Ancestor Xue, I am Chunfeng, your most beloved Chunfeng..."

Zhang Chunfeng couldn't believe it and tried to change Patriarch Xue's mind.

"Shut up."

Ancestor Xue scolded in a cold voice: "What you have done has already harmed the Lihuo Dao Sect, and you still don't know your fault? If you dare to say anything again, I will slap you to death."

Zhang Chunfeng looked at Patriarch Xue in despair, not daring to say anything anymore. He was really afraid of being slapped to death by the other party.

The group of young disciples who had previously interrogated Mr. Li Dao with Zhang Chunfeng now lowered their heads and looked at their toes, as if the toes had the charm of the great road that was very attractive.

As the father of Zhang Chunfeng, the head of the clan Zhang also opened his mouth at this moment, but in the end he did not make any plea.

"As expected of someone who has lived in the out-of-body stage for more than eight hundred years. His ability to adapt to the changing circumstances is far beyond that of a young talent like me."

Master Li muttered.

His voice was not loud, but the people present were all monks and could hear clearly. Some monks had a look of shame on their faces.

But as the protagonist, Patriarch Xue, there was no change at all. He looked at Fang Chen respectfully, waiting for him to make a decision.

"Senior Xue, how about you decide how to deal with him?"

Fang Chen smiled.

"I don't dare take the word "senior" seriously. Your Excellency, please don't be so polite."

Ancestor Xue waved his hand quickly, and then continued: "Since you want me to make the decision, I think Zhang Chunfeng's fault should be punished with death."

Sect Leader Zhang’s heart trembled slightly.

The surrounding Jindan looked at each other with strange expressions.

Zhang Chunfeng took a breath of cold air, looked at Old Ancestor Xue blankly, his face suddenly became extremely distorted, and he opened his mouth to curse:

"Old Monster Xue, you keep saying that I will definitely be the leader of the Lihuo Sect in the future, and that I will be qualified to be promoted to Nascent Soul, or even leave the body. You are very optimistic about me, but now you want to sentence me to death yourself!?"

"Obviously, I have made a mistake. The fact that you are now verbally abusing me is proof of this."

Ancestor Xue said coldly.

"you!"

Zhang Chunfeng was speechless.

"Wu Cuocai, what are you waiting for?"

Ancestor Xue said calmly.

When Wu Cuocai saw this, he slapped Zhang Chunfeng without saying a word. The other person was just a foundation builder. What would happen if he was slapped by a Nascent Soul like him?

His body turned into a point of light and disappeared on the spot.

Everyone was shocked. Seeing Zhang Chunfeng's fate, even those golden elixirs felt chills in their lips and teeth.

"Your Excellency, do you think there is anything else that needs to be repaired here from the Fire Dao Sect?"

Patriarch Xue whispered.

"Cultivate your mind, monks. I think you monks from the Lihuo Taoist sect have fallen behind in cultivating your mind. We are all disciples of the Taoist sect, so I can't bear it."

Fang Chen sighed lightly.

Everyone tensed up, and Patriarch Xue looked a little surprised, and asked in a low voice: "Then what do you think we should do?"

"It is said that overcoming the tribulation is to cultivate the mind. So, there are some similarities between the thunder method and the thunder tribulation. Maybe it can sharpen the state of mind of you Lihuo Dao Sect monks.

I wonder who you plan to come first? "

Fang Chen said.

Everyone looked at each other and didn't dare to say a word.

When Fang Chen saw this, he pointed at Wu Cuocai: "Xiao Wu, come first."

"Senior Fang, this junior has just survived two calamities and feels that his mood has been sublimated. It is better to give this opportunity to these golden elixirs."

Wu Cuocai clasped his fists and bowed, and at the same time looked at Sect Master Zhang and others: "They have long lost their original intention in practice. If they can be sharpened by Senior Fang's thunder method, it may be helpful to their future path."

Help me! Lao Yin Bi!

Sect Leader Zhang and others were furious, their faces turning green and red, and they looked at Wu Cuocai as if they wanted to kill someone.

"Xiao Wu, don't you and Xiao Xue want to practice my thunder method? If you are afraid of thunder method in your heart, how can you control it in the future?"

Fang Chen looked solemn: "This kind of opportunity is rare. Future generations will have opportunities. Now you have to take the opportunity that belongs to you."

"My... opportunity?"

Wu Cuocai looked stiff.

Ancestor Xue sighed softly: "Wu Cuocai, this is indeed your opportunity. Go and overcome the tribulation. Once you overcome it, the sea and the sky will be brighter."

His last words carried a very obvious implication.

Wu Cuocai thought about it for a few moments, and then he made a decision in his mind when he thought that he still survived the two thunder spells just now.

"Okay, here's Senior Laofang!"

Wu Cuocai slowly clasped his fists.

The green thunder fell in vain and hit Wu Cuocai. This time, Wu Cuocai's spiritual power not only shattered like tofu, but also only offset a few points of the power of the thunder, leaving six or seven points directly acting on his flesh. body.

His figure had disappeared, leaving only a charred mass that looked like flesh and blood, emitting light green smoke.

"Lei, Lei Fa turns out to be so terrifying..."

Elder Xu and others took a deep breath, such a Nascent Soul was gone just like that! ?

Sect Master Zhang and others' hearts trembled. This was completely different from what they had seen before. At that time, Wu Cuocai was clearly able to withstand the thunder method and only suffered some physical pain. But now, Wu Cuocai was actually killed by this thunder method. ! ?

"well--"

Fang Chen sighed softly: "It seems that Xiao Wu doesn't have this opportunity. If he can survive, he will be qualified to inherit my thunder method. It's a pity."

"..."

All the golden elixirs were silent. Patriarch Xue looked at the bits of flesh and blood left by Wu Cuocai and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"What about you? Who will sharpen your mind first?"

Fang Chen spoke again, his eyes falling on Clan Master Zhang and others.

This group of golden elixirs were dripping with cold sweat and looked at Patriarch Xue as if asking for help.

Ancestor Xue looked at his nose and his heart without even looking at these juniors.