Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

'Fang Zhentian' saw these guys dumbfounded for a while without making a sound, so he said impatiently:

"Where is Monk Duye? I remember he was there in the previous two chess games. Why didn't he come out this time?"

Duye monk?

There was a look of confusion in everyone's eyes, only a few Hedao monks were thoughtful, and they felt that this name was very familiar.

"Senior, Venerable Du Ye passed away eight hundred years ago."

King Zhentian clasped his fists.

"Monk Du Ye has passed away? It's disappointing. He was too short-lived. Among such a group of people, he is the only one who can say a few words to me."

‘Fang Zhentian’ shook his head, and then named a dozen more names.

Everyone had come to their senses and knew that the name behind these names might be an Immortal King.

"Senior... they have all passed away. The Immortal King only has four thousand lifespans, which is not as good as that of our seniors."

A wry smile appeared on King Zhentian's face.

"Are they all dead?"

'Fang Zhentian' frowned slightly, his eyes suddenly swept across the void, and said with a faint smile:

"Little guy, why are you hiding?"

Is there anyone hiding?

Everyone's faces showed strange expressions. Even the King of Dongzhou Town and others showed up. Who else is still hiding?

"As expected of Senior Fang."

An old voice sounded, and at some point, an old man appeared in the void.

The old man stepped on the fairy sword, his broad sleeves and robes fluttered in the wind, and his silver and black hair was scattered on his shoulders.

Everyone tried their best to open their eyes to see the old man's face clearly, but no matter which angle they looked at, they found that they could only see the old man's profile, not even a little more.

"Who is this..."

Many people looked confused.

Only the monks from Xuxian Sword Sect showed strange expressions.

Who else could this be? The old swordsman of their Xuxian Sword Sect.

Now their sect master's bad habit is imitated by this person.

When the old sword immortal appeared, the eyes of the immortal kings present showed a trace of deep fear.

Among them, Ouyang Xuanzhen of Dayan Taoist Sect, besides fear, there was also a hint of fear in his eyes.

It has to be said that the methods of the sword cultivator lineage are completely unreasonable. They are both in the ascension stage, but this one can kill whoever he wants with the sword in his hand.

Only the ancestors in the world can suppress it.

"You are of the sword cultivating lineage? It seems that you are not very old. Have you been to the last chess game?"

'Fang Zhentian' said with a faint smile.

"This junior is lucky enough to finish reading it. It lasted for a total of five hundred and forty-seven days."

The old swordsman smiled.

"What kind of skills have you practiced? Why don't you show it to others?"

‘Fang Zhentian’ frowned slightly.

Everyone was surprised.

A flash of surprise flashed across the eyes of King Zhentian and others. Could it be that except for them...senior Fang couldn't even see the true face of the old swordsman?

"Senior, I don't know. The swordsmanship practiced by this junior is quite special. If you show it to others from the front, the sword in your hand will lose its power."

The old swordsman smiled and said.

"That's indeed special. Let's see. Among all the people present, I think you are the more pleasing to the eye. You have this technique."

'Fang Zhentian' waved his robe casually, and saw a jade simplification turning into a stream of light, falling directly into the hands of the old swordsman.

The next moment, 'Fang Zhentian' cupped his hands towards Yunhe and said "Goodbye next time, fellow Taoist." When everyone looked again, his figure had disappeared in the sky.

Everyone was stunned. Is this the end?

The inheritance of Senior Fang... was handed over to the old swordsman of Xuxian Sword Sect! ?

King Zhentian and others had strange expressions on their faces. Although they were very keen on the inheritance, it was now in the hands of the old swordsman.

Don't talk about them, I'm afraid even if Ditian and Beidou have monks hiding around, they will have to weigh it for a while before deciding whether to take action.

Besides the patriarch... who else could snatch something from this old man?

"Thank you very much, Senior Fang."

The old swordsman seemed to be slow to react. It was only at this moment that he bowed and saluted to the void, and then disappeared into the void in a blink of an eye.

‘Fang Zhentian’ left, and the old swordsman also left this place with the inheritance he gave him. Now everyone’s eyes fell on Yun He.

Not long after 'Fang Zhentian' left, Yun He's eyes flashed with confusion, then he regained his clarity, looked around and smiled:

"It's so lively. What are you all doing here?"

"..."

"Master's mind... is beginning to lose its clarity."

Ancestor Qingmu sighed softly.

Fang Chen's eyes were solemn. The senior who looked exactly like the old man had left. If he wanted to find out the truth, he might have to go back to Daxia and meet the real old man.

"Senior Yun, if we want to join the Three Thousand Dao Sects, please ask Senior Yun to give us the Dharma!"

Suddenly, several monks in monastic robes rose from the sky and saluted Yunhe from a distance.

It's just that the one in the middle looks a little pale, his eyes are dull, and he seems to be in poor condition.

"From the Dayan Dao Sect."

A coldness flashed across the eyes of Patriarch Qingmu, and then his eyes fell on the pale Taoist priest, "Junior Brother Fang, that is your Senior Brother Hong. Today, in addition to asking questions, we also have to take him away." .”

After the monks from the Dayan Dao Sect finished speaking, they kept looking at Yun He's every move.

Especially when Yunhe looked at Hong Qing, they were always paying attention, as if they wanted to know whether Yunhe could recognize Hong Qing's appearance.

Unfortunately, it was disappointing. There was nothing special about Yunhe's eyes when he looked at Hong Qing. He just smiled at a few people and said:

"You little guys are not qualified enough to enter the Three Thousand Gates."

"Oh? Are they not qualified? Could it be that your vision is too high?"

On the immortal boat, Ouyang Xuanzhen spoke slowly, looking at Yunhe with no fear in his eyes.

They knew that after the two strangers separated, Yunhe would return to his remnant state in about an hour.

During this period, the other party had no ability to hurt an Immortal King like him.

"Senior Yunhe, do you know that the Three Thousand Dao Sect has been destroyed long ago? If you want to revive the Dao Sect, pass on the Three Thousand Dao Sect to me."

On the other immortal boat, the Dragon Lord from the Morning Star Dao Sect slowly spoke.

Everyone was slightly startled and subconsciously looked at Yun He with bated breath. Although the other party was a remnant soul, he would be furious after hearing such words... right?

But everyone was surprised to find that Yunhe didn't seem to have any reaction to such words, as if he didn't hear them.

His eyes were still searching the crowd, as if he was looking for a genius worthy of his teaching.

"He is no longer conscious."

"I highly doubt that he may no longer have the inheritance of three thousand Taoist methods. After all, he is just a remnant soul."

Long Zun had a few words with Emperor Su Mo, but the two did not communicate with each other, but even so, Yun He did not react at all.

"Prince Gai, I will ask all the geniuses under my sect to come over and try. After all, they are also from Taoist sects, and they may be able to enter the eyes of this remnant soul."

Ouyang Xuanzhen hugged his fists at King Zhentian, but there was no sound transmission either. His voice was loud enough that everyone present could hear it clearly.

"The remaining soul is the remaining soul."

Ancestor Qingmu raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and looked at Fang Chen: "Junior Brother Fang, these Taoist monks have treated Master with contempt and disdain for countless years, for fear that others will not know. Do you know why?"

"They're scared."

Fang Chen said.

"right."

Ancestor Qingmu nodded with a smile: "The more they are afraid, the more they will despise and despise the Master. As if this is the case, they are no longer afraid."

After a pause, "Are you ready? Since they want Master's inheritance, they have to pass the test of asking us."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

It is time for these Taoist monks to correct their attitudes.

Patriarch, how can you insult him lightly?