Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Hong Xian and his men were stunned. What did the fourth princess ask him to do at this time?

Could it be that... because he didn't take action, the fourth princess became angry?

Hong Xian gathered his thoughts, cupped his hands and said, "Please lead the way."

Not long after, the maid took him to a high platform. As soon as Hong Xian arrived, he was surprised by the people here.

Gai Hong, the eldest son of Zhentian Palace, and Gai Yunnuo, the second young lady.

Bai Qingming, the Xuxian Sword Sect.

Chen Mang, the eldest son of the Elong Palace.

Ji Liang, the ninth son of the Ninth Prince's Palace, was standing next to another upright young man with a respectful look on his face.

The eldest son of the Ninth Prince's Palace, Ji Jing!

In addition, all the amazingly talented and beautiful people from the Immortal Court and Immortal Palace forces such as Qingxiang Sect were present.

After a careful scan, there are seventy or eighty people. Every one of them here is enough to make ordinary monks look up to them for a lifetime.

Hong Xian also found that the view here was very good and he could clearly see the scene below, including Fang Chen who was currently dancing his sword.

"The general will pay homage to the fourth princess."

Hong Xian bowed to the fourth princess and saluted: "I wonder why the fourth princess called the last general to come?"

"I didn't mean to call you."

The fourth princess said calmly.

Not the fourth princess?

Hong Xian was stunned for a moment, and then he saw two figures approaching slowly. One of them was the Yankun Swordhead of the Kunlun Sword Sect.

another person……

When Hong Xian saw the other party's appearance, his body suddenly trembled, and he immediately knelt down and said respectfully:

"Hong Xian, the sword-wielding general of the Yong'an Guard Left Patrol Division, pays homage to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

The prince of Zhongzhou Kingdom, Xun Ye!

Hong Xian was a little panicked, because he knew that the prince had been practicing in seclusion all year round. The dragon could not see its tail, and it was several times more difficult to see him than to meet the various immortal kings.

Now...the prince actually appeared here, and even ordered someone to call him to come. Could it be...

"Hong Xian, a descendant of the Hong family."

Xun Ye nodded slightly, his eyes indifferent: "Do you know why I called you here?"

"Xia, I don't dare to speculate."

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Hong Xian's forehead.

"Well, go and stay aside."

Xun Ye nodded lightly, then smiled at Yan Kun Jian Shou and said, "Brother Yan, let us also enjoy Fang Jian Shou's sword dance."

"Easy to say."

Yan Kun smiled and nodded.

The two of them came to the railing side by side and looked down. Everyone followed and looked at the scene below.

Hong Xian's body was already wet with cold sweat. He knew that the prince was warning him just now.

"I'm telling you, if the Xuxian Sword Sect loses face today, even if you become the general of the Yong'an Guard Left Patrol Division, I will keep an eye on you and beat you."

Bai Qingming slowly walked up to Hong Xian, patted his shoulder and laughed softly.

Hong Xian's expression changed slightly, and just as he was about to open his mouth to explain a few words, he saw that Bai Qingming had already gone to the crowd to watch the scene below.

Xu Qingsong withdrew his gaze from Bai Qingming. His face was pale and his steps were frivolous. He slowly came to Ji Liang's side, looking at the scene below while transmitting a message:

"Ninth Prince, there's something wrong with those hairs."

Ji Liang's face was expressionless: "Well, there should be Gai Wu's hair, Xu Peng's hair, and...my hair."

Xu Qingsong's tiger body trembled, and he finally understood why he had to burn four inches of blood in order to use the technique of wishing disaster.

"You were tricked by Fang Chen. Now Gai Wu is dealing with the bad luck, Xu Peng is dealing with the illness, and I have already dealt with the thunder disaster."

"That Fang Chen..."

Xu Qingsong's eyes were filled with hatred.

"My Yin soldiers told me that he is also responding to disasters now, and he should be responding to demonic disasters."

"No, if he cheated me..."

"Perhaps he wanted to deal with the disaster, so he started to promote to Nascent Soul, so that he could follow the path of swordsmanship, become a veritable sword leader, and protect the overseas immortal relics for the Xuxian Sword Sect."

"I was actually used by this guy like this..."

Xu Qingsong looked a little pale again, but there was one thing he couldn't understand:

"Ninth Prince, how did Fang Chen know about the art of blessing disaster!? How did he know that we would use the art of blessing disaster on him!?"

“I’ve been thinking about this question for a long time and can’t figure it out. I can only say that I’m waiting for someone who might have him around me.

But it doesn't matter, let's see how he resolves this disaster today. To him now, the demonic disaster is nothing. If he has no other means, he will become a shame to the sword cultivator. "

A flash of schadenfreude flashed in Ji Liang's eyes, and the shadow of Fang Chen dancing with a sword was printed in his pupils.

The sword head of the Xuxian Sword Sect, Wu Chang of the Kunlun Sword Sect was dancing on the street, and the news spread like a plague.

The news passed through Xuantian Mirror, like a torrential flood that could not be stopped. For a time, sword cultivators from all over the country also knew about it.

Xu Xian Sword Sect, Qin Hucheng and others were all watching the scene in Xuantian Mirror, all of them expressionless and silent.

"How dare Fang Chen, as a sword master, dare to dance with his sword in the street like this? He will not only lose the face of our sword sect, but also the face of sword cultivators from all over Central Continent!"

The Youji Sword Peak disciple clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"No, Senior Brother Fang will definitely not embarrass the Sword Sect. He must make his own decision when dancing the sword!"

Langya Wenqiu said angrily.

"What kind of decision? Look at him, he didn't even use his spiritual power and danced the sword like a mortal. What kind of decision is this!?"

Someone objected.

Cheng Yuhan and others immediately helped to refute it, but their words of refutation seemed very pale. They didn't quite understand how Fang Chen could make such a decision.

Qin Hucheng frowned and ignored these junior brothers and sisters, but quietly looked at Fang Chen's moves in the Xuantian Mirror.

With such slow movements, the sword moves seemed ordinary, and even... completely lost their spiritual meaning.

"If you were asked to restrain your cultivation and dance the sword, would you be able to do it like Fang Jianshou and look like a mortal?"

Qin Hucheng suddenly spoke.

Some people were stunned for a moment, banned their cultivation on the spot and began to dance the sword. However, in everyone's eyes, the sword moves had penetrated into the bone marrow. Even if they did not exert any spiritual power, the sword moves always had a trace of agility and elegance.

"Fang Jianshou's move must have deep meaning. Please don't be impatient."

Qin Hucheng suddenly smiled softly.

As soon as he spoke, everyone's mentality gradually calmed down.

Although the process of sword dancing was slow, it had a beginning and an end. When Fang Chen put away his sword and stood up, Wu Changzai couldn't help but laugh and applaud.

On the other hand, Wang Yi and others looked like they had eaten a bite of dog shit, their faces turned green and smelly.

The name of Zhongzhou Sword Cultivator was ruined today.

"Okay, as expected of Fang Jianshou. The sword he dances is really mediocre and not eye-catching at all. It seems that this is the strength of the contemporary swordshead of your Xuxian Sword Sect, hahaha."

Wu Changzai clapped vigorously and laughed, but when he smiled, he found that his voice was getting older and older.

"Junior brother, you..."

The sword cultivator beside him was suddenly startled and stared at Wu Changzai in disbelief.

It was seen that Wu Changzai's appearance was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his tight skin became full of wrinkles.

Hair fell out strand by strand.

Not only that, with his laughter, several yellowed teeth also fell out.

When Wu Changzai realized that something was wrong, he was frightened and angry, but before he could react, he felt that all his strength was drained away in an instant.

His knees weakened and he knelt on the ground, staring in disbelief as his hands gradually dissipated like yellow sand.

"This sword dance is called One Sword for Ten Thousand Years. I wonder if you are happy watching it? If you are happy, just go with peace of mind."

Fang Chen nodded and chuckled.

The words fell to the ground.

In the end, Wu Changzai only had time to let out an unwilling roar, and his whole body turned into a puddle of mud and stinky ashes, and he died.

Everyone's eyes were horrified and they didn't know what happened.

Only Fang Chen himself understood that the sword intention integrated into the human world made Wu Changzai wait for him to become a mortal and watch him dance with the sword for ten thousand years.

Can a mortal live ten thousand years?

Of course not.