Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Today, the disciples of Lihuo Dao Sect were shocked and confused. They saw lightning disasters falling continuously from the sky and they were all in the same place, which made their minds wander.

Sect Master Zhang and others have been killed one after another by Lei Fa. Although Patriarch Xue seems calm, the cold sweat on his palms proves how nervous he is at this moment.

The two black and white paper figures gave him the feeling that they were completely invincible. Even after the black paper figures took action, he had lost all thoughts of resistance and was only thinking about how to save his life.

Now that Wu Cuo, who is away from the Fire Taoist Sect, has lost his fortune, a number of golden elixirs have also fallen one after another, but this is nothing in his heart.

Even if the Lihuo Sect falls apart because of today's events, there is hope as long as he is here. His life is the foundation of the Lihuo Sect!

"I should have thought that there would be such a master from the Great Thousand Dao Sect. I don't know which top Taoist sect this person is from. The rumors are indeed true. There are strong Taoists who have been keeping an eye on the Great Thousand Dao Sect."

Ancestor Xue’s mood was ups and downs.

Then he suppressed the cluttered thoughts in his heart and looked at Fang Chen carefully.

"Xiao Xue."

"exist!"

Patriarch Xue responded immediately.

"What's the situation between the Xianqin tribe and the Langya tribe now? Who has a higher chance of winning?"

Fang Chen asked casually.

An embarrassment appeared on Patriarch Xue's face, "I have been in seclusion before and have no time to pay attention to this matter. This matter has always been taken care of by Jindan within the sect..."

Seeing Fang Chen's displeased expression, Patriarch Xue immediately said: "Sir, please wait a moment. They should have records. I will order someone to get them."

"Go ahead."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

Patriarch Xue immediately ordered a qi refiner to go to the cave of Zhang Clan Master. After a while, the qi refiner brought back several jade slips.

Fang Chen reached out and took it and glanced at it. Inside was the record of the war by Sect Master Zhang. However, there were not many records of the war, but more about how to use the Qin family to enhance the strength of the Lihuo Dao Sect in this war.

Fang Chen roughly read the records and gained some understanding of the current situation.

The Xianqin tribe has been completely at a disadvantage in this war. They were originally going to fight to the territory of the Langya tribe, but now the Langya tribe has joined forces with other major tribes to fight all the way to the hinterland of the Xianqin tribe.

The strength of both sides is completely unbalanced, and the Xianqin tribe can only be beaten passively.

Of the more than a hundred famous tribes, sixty percent are on Langya's side.

"The Blood Spirit Sect should have intervened, but I didn't expect that the Langya tribe seemed to have been prepared for it. It seems... they seem to have known the thoughts of the ancestor of the Qin family for a long time."

Fang Chen sighed a little.

These powerful men of the older generation hardly have a fuel-efficient lamp. If the Langya tribe had not been prepared in advance, the current situation would have remained a stalemate. This is what the Blood Spirit Sect wants to see most.

"gone."

Fang Chen put away the jade slip, turned and left.

Mr. Li Dao, Elder Xu and others quickly followed.

The nearby Lihuo Dao Sect monks who dared to stop them all hid aside and watched them leave in fear.

Patriarch Xue was stunned for a while, and then he let out a long breath after confirming that Fang Chen and the others had no intention of staying at Lihuo Dao Sect.

He glanced at the messy scene, his eyes became increasingly gloomy, and he motioned to the disciples around him to step back, and then took out a Xuantian Mirror.

"Xue Lingjun, what's the matter?"

A rather magnetic voice came from within the Xuantian Mirror. Judging from the voice alone, its owner was probably a young man with a noble family. His voice was elegant but also had a hint of majesty from a high position.

"Lord Yaoyang, someone has appeared in Cang Dao Mansion..."

Just as Patriarch Xue opened his mouth, he saw that his hands were empty. The Xuantian Mirror had left his hands and appeared in the hands of the black paper man.

"you……"

Ancestor Xue trembled and stared blankly at the black and white paper man and Fang Chen who left and returned.

"Xue Lingjun, are you in trouble?"

The voice sounded again. Fang Chen did not look at the Xuantian Mirror, but took it from the black paper man and threw it into the storage ring.

Since Patriarch Xue was a Blood Spirit Sect Spirit Lord and was so respectful to the Yaoyang Spirit Lord, he wanted to send him a message immediately to explain that the two of them were superiors and subordinates in the Blood Spirit Sect.

The opponent is either distracted or combined. With his current strength and trump cards, he is not suitable for a head-on confrontation.

"Xiao Xue, are you the Spirit Lord of the Blood Spirit Sect?"

Fang Chen smiled.

Ancestor Xue said in shock: "Lord of the Blood Spirit Sect? You have misunderstood. I have nothing to do with the Blood Spirit Sect. I have never even met a Blood Spirit Sect monk."

"As the Spirit Lord, you should control a list of quite a few people, right? How about using this list in exchange for your life?"

Fang Chen said.

When Patriarch Xue saw that Fang Chen ignored his excuse and directly mentioned the list, his face became extremely livid.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly chuckled and his expression became extremely relaxed: "Your Excellency, you have discovered my identity a long time ago? Everything before was just an excuse, right?

If I had known this earlier, I would not have had to pretend to be greedy for life and fearful of death just now, but I would have made my disciples laugh. "

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be from the Soul-Slaying Division? Well, in recent years, only the Soul-Slaying Division has been causing trouble for us. The other monks, even those from the Immortal Courtyard and Immortal Mansion, have never heard of the Blood Spirit Sect. Why would you come looking for me on your own initiative?"

Ancestor Xue sighed softly: "You have such means, so you should understand the purpose of our Blood Spirit Sect. We are not evil cultivators in your eyes. Everything we do is just for this purpose." Monks of heaven and earth.”

"So, you're not going to trade the list for your life?"

Fang Chen said calmly.

Ancestor Xue smiled and said: "So what if I hand over the list? The people on it are just a drop in the ocean of the Blood Spirit Sect. You don't know how much effort the ancestors have put in for the common people in the world. Our Blood Spirit Sect monks are all over the place, even in Beidou , Ditian, we also exist.”

"What's more, based on my understanding of your Soul-Slaying Division, even if I hand over the list, I will definitely die. You will never hold back against the Blood Spirit Religion, so why should I bother to come?"

Ancestor Xue seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He seemed to be full of confidence in the Blood Spirit Religion. Even if he was in danger, he still had an inexplicable sense of pride. He was not even afraid of the Lingzhan Division knowing that their people had appeared in Beidou and the Emperor. There are two first-grade empires in the sky.

"In that case, Xiaobai and Xiaohei, let's send Xue Lingjun on his way."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

Ancestor Xue did not resist, as if he knew that no matter how he resisted, he would only die in the hands of the black and white paper man.

A few breaths later, a scattered corpse was left on the ground, but a shadow stood up from the scattered corpse, took a deep look at Fang Chen, and turned to leave.

This was not Patriarch Xue’s Nascent Soul, and his Nascent Soul also dissipated under the care of the black and white paper man.

"Your Majesty, do you want to cut off the karma on him?"

The white paper man asked softly.

Fang Chen nodded, gently waved his sleeves and robe, and the human skin on the fragmented corpse was immediately peeled off layer by layer.

The phantom that was about to leave was suddenly pulled back by a suction force. His indifferent expression turned into endless fear, and he was pulled back into the corpse without resistance, peeling off along with the human skin.

The human skin was finally worn by the white paper man, refined, and melted. After doing all this, Fang Chen picked up the storage ring left by Xue Lingjun and left calmly with the black and white paper man.