Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

In the Xuantian Mirror, two old men sat cross-legged in the void, about a hundred feet away from each other, with a chessboard made of spiritual power in front of them.

Whenever they were about to make a move, they would reach out and make a move, and a huge mountain nearby would be uprooted and condensed into chess pieces falling on the chessboard.

"Lose the mountain to be your son..."

Jing Xu's pupils narrowed, and a flash of horror flashed in his eyes.

Some of those giant mountains are thousands of feet high. It is not difficult to destroy such a mountain. But to turn such a giant mountain into a chess piece in an instant, even in the upper third level, I am afraid that even Xuanxian cannot do it with such ease.

Fang Chen's attention was not on Senior Yunhe at the moment, nor was he shocked by their method of refining mountains to become sons.

His eyes were fixed on the old man opposite Senior Yunhe.

The old man's face was expressionless at the moment and his expression was indifferent. He only occasionally frowned when looking at the chessboard.

"He looks exactly like the old man... Is this a coincidence or...?"

Fang Chen's heart was beating unsatisfactorily. If it was a coincidence, his demeanor was very similar to that of the old man.

But... the old man had practiced the Purple Qi Jue of Tiannan Sect before embarking on the path of cultivation. How could he reach such a state in just a few decades and be able to compete with Senior Yunhe?

"It's really amazing, but it's a pity that the place is far away, so I can't see the real situation, and I don't know if the game of chess has been finished.

If we had traveled faster, we might have had the opportunity to see the game in person. "

There was a sigh on Jing Xu's face. He glanced at Fang Chen and saw that something was wrong with Fang Chen's expression. He thought he was shocked by the methods of the two people inside and couldn't help but laugh:

"Junior Brother Fang, this is the Immortal King's method."

"Are they...all Immortal Kings?"

Fang Chen said slowly.

"It should be so, I don't know, but looking at the two methods of making mountains into sons, they are almost the same even if they are not immortal kings.

Hmm...which one is it..."

Jing Xu had a thoughtful look in his eyes.

It was obvious that he had never met Yunhe, and he could not tell which of the two old men was the ancient strong man who had 'survived' to this day.

"If...if he is really the old man..."

Fang Chen suddenly made a hypothesis in his mind.

If the old man playing chess with Senior Yunhe was really Fang Zhentian, then when Senior Yunhe passed by Daxia... would it be a coincidence?

He had seen similar things happen to Xia Ji. Xia Ji once thought that monk Chanyuan was passing by Daxia accidentally.

But in fact, Monk Chanyuan came to Daxia for another purpose.

After thinking for a while, his thoughts became more and more confusing, and Fang Chen still couldn't sort them out.

He even began to recall every detail, every scene between him and Fang Zhentian when he was a child.

Still can't find any clues from it.

At this moment, the picture in Xuantian Mirror suddenly disappeared, and then a fat face appeared in Xuantian Mirror.

The other party had an excited smile on his face, "Jing Xu, don't say that brother doesn't take care of you. Come over as soon as you see this news, otherwise you will miss this amazing chess game!"

After saying that, the face turned into a mist and dissipated, and Xuan Tianjing returned to calm.

"What a pity. If the distance hadn't been too far, we would have been able to see the real situation..."

Jing Xu felt like there were ten thousand ants crawling in his heart.

"Senior Brother Jing, we don't wait for them anymore, let's march with all our strength."

Fang Chen said suddenly.

"Oh? That's okay. I'll notify Li Chuan."

Jing Xu nodded immediately, and then contacted Li Chuan through Xuantian Mirror. After giving two instructions, he and Fang Chen flew towards the destination with all their strength.

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"Have these two taken the first step?"

Li Chuan was stunned.

"Senior Brother Jing and Junior Brother Fang are much faster than me. It's normal to take one step first. Anyway, we can meet there."

Cheng Yuhan didn't care, "We'll wait here and ask Junior Sister Qiu and the others."

"Something's wrong. There must be changes on the Ancient Immortal Road, otherwise Senior Brother Jing wouldn't leave us behind."

Li Chuan immediately shook his head and said to Cheng Yuhan, "I will take the first step without asking Junior Sister Qiu and the others."

After saying this, Li Chuan turned into a sword light and disappeared in front of everyone.

"We're leaving first too."

Many people followed, but in the end only Cheng Yuhan and Wang Hu stayed where they were.

"Aren't these guys too unloyal?"

Cheng Yuhan was very unhappy.

Wang Hu hesitated for a moment and said, "Senior Brother Cheng, how about you meet them here and I go ahead to explore the way for you?"

"You don't show loyalty either!?"

Cheng Yuhan looked at Wang Hu in disbelief, but after Wang Hu finished speaking, he had already used his sword skills and disappeared from the sky, without giving Cheng Yuhan a chance to scold him.

Cheng Yuhan felt itchy and unbearable when they did this, and was afraid that he would miss out on the benefits if he went late, but after thinking about it, he decided to stay and wait.

"Alas... who made me the senior brother?"

Cheng Yuhan shook his head and sighed.

About an hour later, Langya Wenqiu and others arrived belatedly. When they saw Cheng Yuhan alone, they were stunned.

"Where's Senior Brother Fang?"

Langya Wenqiu looked around.

"Not to mention Junior Brother Fang, even Li Chuan and the others took the lead. It seems that there are changes on the Ancient Immortal Road."

When Cheng Yuhan saw that the three women were there, he immediately said: "We won't wait for others, let's go first."

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Walking south to the Immortal Mansion, you will see a desolate land, which is usually called the "Ancient Demon Wasteland" by monks.

Because there are hardly many monks here on weekdays, the area is so wide, and there are countless poor mountains and rivers.

Normally, even middle-level and third-level monks would not pass by here easily, and most of them would choose to take a detour.

Not only are they afraid of some dangerous remnant formations left over from ancient times, but there are also some evil cultivators and demon cultivators entrenched here.

The Ancient Immortal Road is in the Ancient Demon Wasteland, and now a hundred miles away from the Ancient Immortal Road, there are two figures sitting cross-legged in the void playing chess.

There was a sea of ​​people nearby, but there was no noise at all. The monks from all over the place were in a tacit understanding at the moment, watching quietly without disturbing them.

Even if there is communication, the conversation will be through sound transmission.

"We finally arrived. It seems that the chess game is not over yet."

After Jing Xu saw the two figures, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Then he used Xuantian Mirror to contact his friend, and took Fang Chen to join him.

"It only took half a month? You guys got here pretty quickly."

Jing Xu's friend was a fat man, covered in fat, but the fat was a bit unusual, as if there was a very strong spiritual power hidden in the meat.

"Probably a physical practitioner."

Fang Chen glanced at the fat man and looked at the two old men again.

This time it seemed that it was the turn of the old man who looked exactly like Fang Zhentian to make the move. He suddenly raised his sleeves and pinched the air gently.

A high mountain in the distance was instantly uprooted, as if being squeezed by invisible forces, shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When it landed on the chessboard, it had already turned into a chess piece the size of a millstone.

From the beginning to the end, not even Fang Chen felt any fluctuations in spiritual power.

It was as if the mountain had become smaller and flown over, and the old man who looked exactly like Fang Zhentian just raised his hand...

"Brother Jing, who is this?"

The fat man quietly looked at Fang Chen and sent a message to Jingxu.

For some reason, he always felt that this person looked strangely familiar, but he had no friendship with the rest of the Xuxian Sword Sect and had never seen any sword cultivator except Jing Xu.