Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Arriving at Xia Ji's mansion, Fang Chen could clearly hear the demonic voices in his ears. They seemed to be saying:

"Why do you want to become an immortal? Immortals have to go through three disasters and nine tribulations. After becoming an immortal, you will also have many hardships. It is better to become a demon than to become a demon!"

"The devil has no shadow or form, he does whatever he wants, he has no troubles, no disturbances, he is immortal, he lasts forever, he becomes a devil! He becomes a devil! He becomes a devil!!"

"I, the devil, are compassionate and have overcome all the sufferings in the world. I have turned into a sea of ​​suffering in the world and climbed to the other side. Look, the gods and immortals are weeping blood, but the devil is laughing. He has become a devil, and he has become a devil!"

"Fang Da, are you okay?"

Xia Ji's expression suddenly became nervous, and Wu Ruochou also stared at Fang Chen.

Fang Chen was seen standing motionless, his gray-white pupils gradually filled with a hint of black mist.

The black mist became thicker and thicker, almost filling his eyes. The black mist even spread outward from the corners of his eyes, first to his face, and then to his neck.

If you look carefully, the black mist is like a small insect under the skin, stirring and shrinking, as if it is alive.

"Is this a demonic disaster!? Fang Jianshou of the Xuxian Sword Sect actually encountered a demonic disaster!? Prince Xia Ji, report it quickly and expel this person from the capital!"

Deacon Jiang suddenly covered his face with his sleeves and robe, took a dozen steps back, and screamed in terror.

"Shut up!"

Xia Ji glanced at Deacon Jiang coldly, then stared at Fang Chen: "Fang Da, are you awake now?"

Fang Chen didn't respond at all.

Xia Ji's expression became extremely solemn, and Deacon Chao Jiang shouted: "Go and invite Bai Qingming quickly!"

"Prince Xia, there are always rules in Zhongzhou. People who are responding to disasters cannot stay in gathering places for a long time, lest the disasters affect the surrounding areas. The rules here in Kyoto are very strict. If you don't expel this person from the capital immediately, you will also be implicated by him." !”

Deacon Jiang spoke very fast.

"He's right."

Chen Mang suddenly led Feng Ya and others into the courtyard slowly, looking at Fang Chen's current state with serious eyes.

"Demon disasters are even worse than thunder disasters... I heard that only one person in a million can encounter a demonic disaster."

Chen Mang said coldly: "If he can't bear it and becomes possessed, and his character changes drastically, he will inevitably do something harmful to nature and kill innocent people indiscriminately.

This person is the sword leader of Xuxian Sword Sect. Not to mention how good his swordsmanship is, just that the Taoist skills he possesses are enough to kill. Take him out of Kyoto quickly before he is truly possessed by the devil. "

"Brother Fang, if Fang Da's current condition makes him leave Kyoto, it will be like sending him to death. Even if he wants to leave, he has to wait for Bai Qingming, the Void Immortal Sword Sect, to come and make a decision."

Xia Ji said in a deep voice.

"Bai Qingming just left the capital with the Crown Prince and the others. Also leaving with him was Yan Kun, the swordsman of the Kunlun Sword Sect. It's unlikely that he would make the decision."

Xu Qingsong walked over slowly, looking at Fang Chen's appearance at this moment, with undisguised ridicule in his eyes.

"Bai Qingming left Beijing?"

Xia Ji's eyes changed slightly.

"Xu Qingsong, your Taoist sect has done a lot of research on the three disasters and nine calamities. In your opinion, how should we deal with it now?"

Chen Mang said lightly.

"You should report it to Yong'an Guard and take him away from Kyoto immediately."

Xu Qingsong said calmly: "Gai Wu and Xu Peng are also responding to the disaster. They have already left Kyoto. Even they abide by the rules, and Fang Chen should do the same."

"Let me see who dares to touch Fang Chen today."

Xia Ji sneered, stood in front of Fang Chen and stared at everyone: "If anyone makes a move, he will fight to the death with me.

Although my cultivation level, Xia Ji's, is so low now that it's not worth mentioning, in a hundred or a thousand years, I'll be keeping an eye on you.

With my adoptive father as my support, thousands of years later, I may not be able to become a mysterious immortal or an immortal king. "

Everyone's expressions changed slightly, but Chen Mang remained calm and said calmly: "Xia Ji, although my adoptive father accepts you as his adopted son, he will not let you be so willful. I will make it clear to you later, and so will my adoptive father." You will understand my painstaking efforts.”

"Prince Xia Ji, the eldest prince has said so, what are you waiting for?"

Deacon Jiang said sharply.

"Slave dog, don't think that just because you are from Chen Mang's mother's clan, you can really stand on your master's head and piss yourself. Believe it or not, if Fang Day makes the slightest mistake, you will be the first to die, and Chen Mang will not be able to protect you. "

Xia Ji looked at Deacon Jiang expressionlessly.

The nearby guards discovered for the first time that the approachable Prince Xia Ji also had this side.

Deacon Jiang was stunned for a while, his face turned green and red, and finally he stopped saying anything.

He was not usually afraid of threats from monks, but he was still afraid of threats from Xia Ji, not to mention that the person he wanted to protect was from the Xuxian Sword Sect...

Just then, a yawn sounded.

Everyone looked at Fang Chen with strange expressions, and saw that the black fog in Fang Chen's eyes had long receded, and the black fog on his cheeks and neck had also disappeared, returning to normal.

"I'm a little tired. I'm going to my room to rest."

Fang Chen patted Xia Ji on the shoulder and walked deeper into the yard.

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally they all looked at Chen Mang, not knowing what was going on.

"Did the disaster response succeed?"

Chen Mang was a little surprised and confused.

He couldn't make up his mind, so he looked over to Xu Qingsong, only to see that Xu Qingsong's face was ashen.

"Everyone, he may have temporarily suppressed the demonic disaster, but it is only temporary. If the response to the disaster is successful, the smell on his body cannot be deceived."

Xu Qingsong said coldly.

Everyone thought thoughtfully, indeed, the golden elixir that successfully responded to the disaster would have a unique aura about it.

Just like Ji Liang before.

"Go and send a message to Yong'an Guard alone. Tell him what happened to Fang Jianshou and let Yong'an Guard make a decision."

Chen Mang said.

"Brother, I'll go."

Feng Ya hugged his fists, turned around and left.

Everyone didn't wait long, but saw Feng Ya walking back to the yard with a strange look on his face, and whispered:

"Yong'an Guard said...it doesn't matter."

in spite of?

Everyone was stunned. Could it be that because of the special status of the swordshead of Xuxian Sword Sect, they didn't even care about this matter?

"Did you hear this? The Yong'an Guards don't care, so you should stop meddling in other people's business. This is my mansion. Everyone should go back."

Xia Ji said calmly.

"Perhaps Yong'an Guard feels that the golden elixir will not have much impact on the magic disaster, so he doesn't want to get involved in this matter."

Chen Mang muttered to himself, and then smiled, "Since Yong'an Guard doesn't care, I won't meddle in other people's business. I heard that Deacon Jiang is a good person by your side, so I called him back to take care of me today. I’ll give you another butler.”

"That won't work. Deacon Jiang used his slave to bully his master. According to the rules of the palace, he should be executed without mercy. If my sworn brother wants to take someone away, just take his body away."

Xia Ji smiled lightly, walked towards Deacon Jiang with a long knife in his hand.

Deacon Jiang was completely stunned. He never expected that Xia Ji would dare to kill him in front of Chen Mang, Feng Ya and others! ?

He subconsciously mobilized his spiritual power and wanted to resist.

But I heard Xia Ji’s voice ring again:

"By the way, if you dare to resist and kill the nine tribes, I wonder if my sworn brother is among your nine tribes?"

Deacon Jiang suddenly lost the courage to resist and could only look at Chen Mang in horror:

"The eldest prince, save this old slave, Prince Xia is crazy!"

"Xia Ji, do you really want to do this?"

Chen Mang's face darkened.

Xia Ji turned around and smiled: "Brother, I have no choice but to do it."

He raised the knife and dropped it. The light of the knife flashed away, and Deacon Jiang's head fell to the ground.

"Okay, sworn brother, please take him away."

Putting away the knife, Xia Ji took Wu Ruochou and left, leaving behind an expressionless Chen Mang and a surprised Feng Ya and others.