Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

The master of Jijian Peak and others subconsciously looked at Wang Zhenlong and saw him shaking his head slightly. They remained silent with complicated expressions and did not say anything to stop this.

Monks can have different masters. After all, the master is the master. However, unless the family and the sect can coexist, no disciple is allowed to hold the identity of both sects.

This is the rule.

However... the three thousand sects no longer exist in the world, so they can be reluctantly excluded from the rules.

"Did he ask Ouyang Haoyu?"

"Although this person is not a fairy, his surname is Ouyang after all, and he has the blood of the Immortal King...he is out of body again, why should Fang Chen ask him?"

"That time at Chao Xian Mansion, the sword in Fang Chen's hand could threaten Nascent Soul, and it was still a long way from leaving the body.

Does he want to use that crazy method again? "

"Wait a minute, since he is a disciple of Emperor Yun Tian, ​​and he has shown such terrifying and miraculous methods, will he have the true legacy of Emperor Yun Tian?"

"No, as long as you have personally experienced the battle in Chaoxian Mansion, you will know that his strongest method is the sword, and the other method is more similar to the incense method."

"That's true..."

Ouyang Xuanzhen's eyes fell on Fang Chen. After watching him quietly for a few seconds, he suddenly looked at Wang Zhenlong with a sneer on his face:

"Don't you also take a disciple who has the inheritance of Emperor Yun Tian as your disciple? You are also coveting the inheritance of Emperor Yun Tian."

"I'm different from you. What I value is his swordsmanship, and I didn't imprison him in the Xuxian Sword Sect to prevent him from coming out."

Wang Zhenlong sneered.

"Then if one of my disciples kills him, will he be blamed on the Three Thousand Dao Sect or on your Void Immortal Sword Sect?"

Ouyang Xuanzhen said lightly.

Although these words were spoken very lightly, they spread throughout the Ancient Demon Wasteland, and all the monks heard them clearly.

"Void Immortal Sword Sect!?"

"As I said, he is definitely a disciple of the Void Immortal Sword Sect. No wonder he wanted to protect the Jade Witch in the first place."

"Please keep your voice down, those sword cultivators are here."

"...That person is right, Fang Chen is a disciple of the Xuxian Sword Sect, and now he considers himself a disciple of the Three Thousand Dao Sect.

If he failed and died today, would he be considered a member of the Xuxian Sword Sect or the Three Thousand Dao Sect?

If you don't ask clearly, the monks of Dayan Dao Sect will not dare to accept the move easily. "

Someone looked strange.

Even a blind person can see that the Dayan Dao Sect has the worst foundation and the weakest strength among the three Dao Dao Sects.

Not to mention compared with the Xuxian Sword Sect, any Immortal Court-level force in the world today can easily crush the Dayan Dao Sect.

Wang Zhenlong smiled and did not respond to Ouyang Xuanzhen, but said to Fang Chen:

"My good disciple, you consider yourself a disciple of the Three Thousand Dao Sect today. If you die, Xuxian Sword Sect and Master will not stand up for you. You must think clearly."

Everyone was in an uproar again.

"This Fang Chen... is actually a disciple of the Supreme Prince of the Void Immortal Sword Sect!?"

"I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but I heard that the Supreme Prince Wang had an evil destiny and killed two disciples..."

"You guys say...if there is no support from the Xuxian Sword Sect, does Fang Chen dare to continue asking the Dayan Dao Sect?"

"He is a sword cultivator. It seems very unintelligent for you to ask this question. Sword cultivators are all one-sided. How can they think so much?"

As if to confirm what this person said, Fang Chen's voice sounded again:

"Three thousand sects, Fang Chen, ask you now, only one person can live between you and me."

The corner of Wang Zhenlong's mouth raised slightly and he glanced at Ouyang Xuanzhen: "Understood? He represents the three thousand sects today."

"hehe."

A touch of cynicism flashed in Ouyang Xuanzhen's eyes, and his eyes fell on Fang Chen again:

"Little friend, when you were in Chaoxian Mansion, Lianhe Dao was no match for you. Isn't this method too different from your cultivation level?"

"That's right...if he uses this method, wouldn't everyone from Dayan Dao Sect to He Dao and below suffer disaster?"

Everyone looked strange.

"This junior was just possessed by an evil spirit that time. Thanks to the help of seniors, he barely survived. Such methods cannot be used again. Seniors, please don't worry."

Fang Chen said calmly.

Was he possessed by an evil spirit... Everyone was thinking, if it wasn't for the master of Xianghuo Dao who had done something behind his back, he could only have said that he was possessed by an evil spirit.

Sometimes, being possessed by an evil spirit is indeed more miraculous than being possessed by a demon.

Ouyang Xuanzhen nodded lightly and said nothing.

Ouyang Haoyu has no worries at this moment, and the fear in his eyes gradually disappears, replaced by a strong murderous intention:

"Are you sure you want to ask me? The gap in cultivation between you and me is like the gap between heaven and earth."

"Good disciple, you can use it freely. As long as you don't die in the questioning today, you will still be a disciple of my Void Immortal Sword Sect after today, and no one will dare to do anything to you."

Wang Zhenlong’s voice sounded again.

A smile appeared on Fang Chen's face, and the last trace of fear in his heart gradually dissipated.

There is no need to use all the trump cards, but with Wang Zhenlong's words, there are at least one or two trump cards that he can use today.

When Ouyang Haoyu heard Wang Zhenlong's words, he didn't dare to wait any longer, and immediately shouted, "Edict!"

"careful!"

Hong Qing's expression tightened. He knew Ouyang Haoyu's temperament, and the opponent's move would definitely be a killer move!

puff.

Ouyang Haoyu suddenly had a big hole in his heart, and his beating heart was taken out.

At some point, a paper man with a slight stoop and a dark body appeared next to him. His heart was gradually failing in the hands of the paper man.

Everyone was stunned.

The black paper man exuded an evil spirit. Not only that, but the scene in front of him made many monks feel evil.

"What kind of magic is this!?"

"Okay, it seems... spirit enchantment!? I heard that the Taoist enchantment can refine evil objects for one's own use? I once saw a Taoist monk manipulate a paper man..."

"Of course I've heard of it, but I mean...why can this paper man easily take out the heart of an out-of-body person?"

"The devil knows..."

The surrounding monks had a look of surprise in their eyes. They thought that Fang Chen would use sword skills to fight the enemy, but they didn't expect... that the opponent would use a Taoist technique.

And the power of this Taoist technique is beyond their imagination!

"Senior Brother Fang still has such a method!? He can easily kill even out of body!?"

Langya Wenqiu was stunned.

"Is this the inheritance of Emperor Yuntian..."

Jing Xu murmured to himself.

The fat man beside him stared blankly at Fang Chen, then at the black paper man, swallowed subconsciously, and muttered in a low voice: "Is Taoism so evil?"

"Senior Brother Haoyu won't lose like this, right?"

"Weird, so weird, that paper man is indeed a spirit possessor, but how can a mere golden elixir...condensate such a powerful spirit possessor?"

"Could the evil thing he refined... be related to the incident at Chaoxian Mansion?"

The monks from the Dayan Dao Sect suddenly looked at each other, and their expressions became extremely solemn.

Compared to them, the immortal kings on the immortal boat were not too shocked, and their eyes remained indifferent.

Just because the aura on the black paper man's body is at most the peak of out-of-body experience, not even a distraction, it can't be considered an extraordinary means in their eyes.

But beside the Ninth Prince, an old man's eyes gradually became sharp. He was none other than Cang Dao Palace's Master Qijian.

Not long ago, he had a son who died, and the black and white paper figures also appeared in the news obtained by his subordinates.

Although he didn't see the white paper man now, the appearance of the black paper man had already made him suspect that his son died in Fang Chen's hands.

"Fang Chen..."

Qi Jian's eyes were gloomy.

At the same time, Ouyang Haoyu, whose face was full of shock, had been dismembered by the black paper man on the spot. Even his Nascent Soul did not escape and was swallowed by the black paper man.

"Three thousand sects, Fang Chen, ask you now, only one person can live between you and me."

Fang Chen looked at another monk from the Dayan Taoist Sect, clasping his fists and bowing.

Different from last time, this time there was a black paper man next to him with a strange smile on his face.

The Dayan Taoist monk who was asked by him immediately shuddered and turned pale.

"You, aren't you a sword cultivator? Why don't you use a sword!"

The other party asked subconsciously.

"Today is about asking, not about swords."

Fang Chen said calmly.