Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"My junior brother, his surname is Fang."

Jing Xu just introduced him casually, then looked away from the two old men and looked around:

"You came early. Were there any other changes here before we came?"

With just such a casual sweep, Jing Xu had already discovered many disciples of the Immortal Palace and several peak masters of the Xuxian Sword Sect, including Zhang Ling, the leader of the Extreme Sword Peak.

"Mutation? Not really. These two have been playing chess for almost a month."

The fat man shook his head and said through a message: "Brother Jing, you are a sword cultivator, I am just a casual cultivator and I don't have as much experience as you.

In your opinion, can we get some benefits here today? "

There was actually a very practical reason why he was so anxious to let Jing Xu come over.

He was just a casual cultivator, and the one with the highest status among the cultivators he knew was probably Jing Xu.

After arriving here, he found that some of the monks around him had terrible origins. If they were really beneficial, they might not be the casual cultivators in their turn.

If Jing Xu was by his side, the situation might be better.

"What's the benefit..."

Jing Xu thought for a while and then said through a message: "I heard that one of these two people comes from ancient times and is a remnant soul left by a senior.

Because of his remnant soul, his brain is not working very well and he doesn't even know that he is dead. When he sees a destined monk, he will be given a few ancient spells.

If you want to get benefits, I'm afraid you have to wait for this senior to finish the chess game and hang out in front of him. If he happens to take a fancy to you, he might teach you some ancient techniques. "

"Remaining soul!?"

The fat man was stunned. He subconsciously rubbed his eyes and looked at the two men again, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't tell which one was the remnant soul mentioned by Jing Xu.

These two look like they are all alive...

For the next ten days or so, everyone remained silent, and thousands of monks arrived every day.

Among them are some big figures from the Immortal Court and Immortal Mansion. Just the aura of Hedao is hundreds more than before.

As for the Xuanxian... no one could distinguish the Xuanxian's aura, but presumably there should be a Xuanxian arriving here, but they couldn't detect it.

Fang Chen also saw Su Mo from Chaoxian Mansion, Gai Hong and Mr. Chen from last time.

Mr. Chen and Su Mo had received two slaps from him when he was invaded by the nine consciousnesses...

Li Chuan and others had arrived two days ago, but they didn't see Fang Chen and Jing Xu, so they went to Zhang Ling's side.

"Finally arrived!"

Cheng Yuhan and others came late, and they were relieved when they saw that the chess game was not over yet.

"Senior Brother Fang and Senior Brother Jing."

Langya Wenqiu glanced around and saw the two people at a glance, then flew towards them.

After the two parties met, Cheng Yuhan couldn't wait to ask Jing Xu what happened during their absence.

Jing Xu shook his head slightly, with a strange look on his face: "These two have been playing chess without even saying a word. I don't know how long this chess game will last. If it takes a year and a half..."

"Then we have to wait for a year and a half. This kind of opportunity is rare..."

Cheng Yuhan's face was filled with excitement.

At the same time, in the void invisible to everyone, there was an extremely luxurious fairy boat parked.

There were several figures standing on the fairy boat, and one of them looked lightly at Fang Chen:

"Wang Zhenlong, this boy was very majestic when he was in Chaoxian Mansion. I heard that he became a disciple of yours?"

Standing next to him was a skinny old man, who was Fang Chen's current master, the Supreme Prince of Xuxian Sword Sect.

Wang Zhenlong smiled slightly, "He is destined to our Xuxian Sword Sect. Prince Gai, you won't bear the grudge of a junior, right?"

As he spoke, he looked at a middle-aged man with a kind face beside him.

The middle-aged man was dressed in regular clothes and looked ordinary from head to toe, but he was the King of Heavenly Prefecture of Dongzhou, one of the strongest Immortal Kings in the Kingdom of Zhongzhou.

Before King Zhentian could speak, a nearby old man with a sinister face and a purple robe said coldly:

"King Tian Zhen will naturally not bear any grudge against the younger generation, but your Void Immortal Sword Sect is too trusting to ask you to come forward? Where is your old Sword Immortal? He's not hiding in secret and planning to take action against us, right?"

"Old man, aren't you afraid?"

Wang Zhenlong looked at the old Taoist priest, grinned, and spoke unceremoniously.

A chill flashed in the eyes of the old Taoist priest, "Wang Zhenlong, you really have no education at all. You were not even born when I started practicing Taoism."

"But this doesn't prevent you from being beaten by me back then? What happened? Could it be that now that you have broken through the Ascension Stage and become one of the Immortal Kings, you have forgotten about it?"

Wang Zhenlong laughed: "Why don't we start arguing now? I haven't fought against the Immortal King for a long time. Let me see if you, old guy, have really improved.

If you lose, how about your Dayan Taoist sect continues to be closed? Let’s stay closed for two thousand years this time. By then you and I will have passed away, and I won’t have to see you old thing again. "

In addition to King Zhentian, Wang Zhenlong, and the old Taoist priest, there are two figures on the immortal boat. These two figures are a green-faced old man and an old woman whose face is constantly changing.

The left side of the old woman's face seems to be ever-changing, sometimes young and sometimes old, sometimes male and sometimes female.

They looked at each other, and the green-faced old man said calmly: "Wang Zhenlong, I know that your sword cultivation skills are extraordinary. When we were both Xuanxian, Taoist Ouyang was indeed no match for you, but now that he is the Immortal King, you should give Enough respect."

"Senior Qingxiang, I respect you, but I really can't respect this old guy."

Wang Zhenlong clasped his fists and glanced sideways at the old Taoist priest. Not only was there no respect in his eyes, but he was full of contempt.

The old Taoist priest's face became increasingly ugly, and his aura fluctuated. Seeing this, King Zhentian said calmly:

"Everyone, don't forget why we are here today. The last time these two oddities met... I think it was twelve hundred years ago?"

"almost."

Qing Xiang nodded slowly.

Everyone's eyes showed a look of solemnity, and some sighed, twelve hundred years ago...

They are not yet Immortal Kings.

But the methods of these two odd figures were terrifying enough at the time!

“The last time they met, they played a game of chess, and then each left a legacy and disappeared.

These two inheritances... one was taken away by Ditian, and the other was taken away by Beidou. We, Zhongzhou, have lost all face. "

King Zhentian said calmly: "This time, I hope you won't hide it. If you see Di Tian and Beidou taking action, they will be killed without mercy."

Several people fell into silence and did not respond, each thinking about something.

"Prince Gai, there is a Taoist under my sect who may have met Emperor Yun Tian before. How about I order someone to take this Taoist to meet Emperor Yun Tian after they finish playing the chess game?"

Even if his brain isn't working very well now, he might still remember something, and he might just pass on the inheritance. "

The old Taoist priest suddenly said.

Wang Zhenlong heard this and suddenly sneered: "Is that Taoist named Hong Qing? The monks of the Three Thousand Dao Sect were captured by your disciples and imprisoned in the Dayan Dao Sect a few years ago. They have been waiting for today."