Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"Ninth Prince, if there really is a technique of 'wishing disaster', I wonder what price we have to pay for using this technique besides burning an inch of essence and blood?"

Xu Qingsong suddenly asked.

The other two people looked at each other and then looked at the Ninth Prince. If there was no other cost and it was just burning an inch of blood, why would the other party call the three of them to come?

"Of course there is a price, and the disaster for the caster will come early."

The Ninth Prince smiled lightly.

Are the three disasters and nine calamities coming early?

Fang Chen was thoughtful.

"Ninth Prince, it is better for me to perform this technique. I have already passed the third disaster, so I shouldn't have to pay this price."

The person from Chenxing Dao Sect smiled and said with fists in his hands.

Unexpectedly, the Ninth Prince shook his head slightly: "If you use it, it will lead to the Nine Tribulations of Hedao in advance. Even if you are a Hedao, there is no guarantee that you can survive it safely. If you are a Hedao, you will definitely die."

That person was stunned immediately. The person from the Xiantian Dao Sect was about to speak, but he immediately shut his mouth after hearing these words.

Although this technique is magical and they really want to have it, it is not worth paying for it with their lives.

"It seems that it can only be used by fellow Taoist Xu. The third disaster has not arrived yet, so he just used this technique to induce the third disaster in advance."

The two looked at each other and pushed Xu Qingsong to the stage.

Xu Qingsong did not object, with a look of contemplation in his eyes.

The Ninth Prince smiled and said, "Xu Qingsong, you can think about it carefully. The cost of this technique is indeed quite high, but if it is performed at the right time, its cost can be ignored, and it can even be... considered a good thing."

"Ninth Prince, there is no need to think about it, I agree."

Xu Qingsong said solemnly.

"good."

The Ninth Prince nodded slightly, glanced at Qi Jian and the others, and they retreated wisely.

Only the ninth prince, Xu Qingsong, the bloody paper man, and Fang Chen were left at the scene.

"The art of wishing disaster is actually very simple. You need to use the opponent's hair as a guide and cooperate with the method to connect the cause and effect."

The Ninth Prince smiled.

"Cause and effect...? This technique is actually based on cause and effect?"

Xu Qingsong's eyes flashed with horror. To confirm this, he asked again in a low voice:

"Ninth Prince, can this technique really touch cause and effect?"

"You still don't believe it? Is it difficult to touch the cause and effect? ​​A long time ago, there was no shortage of Taoist techniques that could cut the cause and effect."

The bloody paper man smiled grimly.

Xu Qingsong glanced at him, with a flash of fear in his eyes. The origin of the person in front of him was even more mysterious, and he might be the legendary Yin soldier.

Nowadays, there are many rumors about this person's origin in the Taoist sect, and no one knows which rumor will be the truth.

Fang Chen glanced at the bloody paper man. Could the Taoist technique that can cut off cause and effect be skinning?

He suspected that the art of wishing disaster also originated from the Yin beast ‘Ye’, and it was probably the same system as the skinning art.

It's just that... from what the Ninth Prince said, this calamity-wishing technique may not be as good as the skinning technique.

There may be a restraint relationship between the two.

The Ninth Prince smiled and said, "Come, I will teach you the method. After you go to the ancient immortal road, I will give you Fang Chen's hair as a guide. After that, it's up to you."

Seeing this, Xu Qingsong was reluctant to continue asking, so he subconsciously took two steps forward and pricked up his ears.

Fang Chen also stepped forward and listened to the Ninth Prince's teachings with Xu Qingsong.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, Xu Qingsong bowed respectfully, turned around and left.

The Ninth Prince looked at the bloody paper man and said with a faint smile: "You have always wanted to take a look at the Ancient Immortal Road. This time I will take you in, but you must also promise me that you will take me when I become an Immortal Miao. Go find Yan Jun Daotong."

After saying that, he looked at the sky with a sigh: "Nowadays, people in the world cannot become immortals, so just be a ghost and god. At least... it will be much better than the so-called ancestor..."

"Yan Jun Taoism?"

Fang Chen seemed to have heard an incredible secret again. The Ninth Prince had been immersed in Taoism for many years, and he had the Ninth Prince's Palace as his backer. Countless masters searched for Taoism for him, and the ancient classics had a much better understanding of Taoism than he did.

He suddenly became interested in the lineage of the Langya clan. If the Ninth Prince could secretly plan for his lineage, there must be something hidden in it.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. If you become an Immortal Miao, you can go to that place in person. With my help, it will not be difficult to obtain the authority of Lord Yan."

The bloody paper man smiled sinisterly.

Fang Chen continued to stay for a while, and it was not until the Ninth Prince ordered the immortal boat to fly in the direction of the ancient immortal road that he finally returned to his senses.

He opened his eyes and found that only Langya Wenqiu was left, and there were many people around who were quietly sizing him up.

"Senior Brother Fang, are you ready? Senior Brother Cheng and the others have gone in, let's go in too."

Langya Wenqiu looked excited.

"You're not afraid at all?"

Fang Chen smiled and said, "Although I have never walked on the Ancient Immortal Road, I have heard from others more than once that there are many dangers hidden in it, some of which even a third-level monk may not be able to deal with."

"There is opportunity only when there is danger."

Langya Wenqiu smiled slightly: "If there is no danger at all, it would be scary. Brother Fang, please rest assured. If things cannot be done, I will choose to quit and will not force myself to continue."

"It's good if you understand."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

The two of them were just about to get up and go to the depths of the rugged rocks, when they saw an immortal boat coming through the sky, attracting the attention of many monks nearby.

When the Ninth Prince came down from the immortal boat, many monks took a breath of cold air. Among them, those who had some friendship with the Ninth Prince's Palace came forward to say hello respectfully.

"Senior Brother Fang, that one seems to be the Ninth Prince."

Langya Wenqiu said with a flash of fear in his eyes.

She had never met the Ninth Prince, but her senior brother from the Xuxian Sword Sect had talked about this person before. It happened that this person was on Gai Hong's immortal boat, and she saw this guy who had almost caused heavy losses to the Langya tribe.

"Brother, who is that?"

"The Ninth Prince of the Ninth Prince's Palace, you must have heard of it even if you haven't seen it, right? Don't you recognize the flag on the immortal boat?"

"The Ninth Prince? Is this person coming today to walk on the path of the Ancient Immortal?"

"Nonsense, the prince of the palace must walk the ancient immortal path once. If he can succeed, he will be qualified to compete for the throne in the future."

Everyone was whispering, and then four figures appeared from the sky, three men and one woman.

The aura exuding from their bodies was already the perfection of the golden elixir. When the Ninth Prince saw the four of them, they immediately smiled enthusiastically and started chatting without any pretense.

"Let's go."

Fang Chen smiled.

At this moment, the Ninth Prince's eyes suddenly fell on Fang Chen, and then he smiled enthusiastically:

"Fellow Daoist Fang is here too?"

There was a strange look on everyone's faces, but they took it for granted. After all, Fang Chen's previous performance had far exceeded the level of Xian Miao. It was not surprising that the Ninth Prince took the initiative to talk to him.

"Senior Brother Fang, they are coming towards us."

Langya Wenqiu said with a hint of nervousness in his tone.

"Yeah."

Fang Chen showed a faint smile and waited quietly.

The Ninth Prince and the other three men and one woman had already arrived in front of Fang Chen. The four of them were all looking at Fang Chen secretly, with a trace of fear hidden deep in their eyes.