Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

After some friendly inquiries, Fang Chen learned the detailed information about the Veda ruins from the green-headed turtle.

This immortal ruins is owned by a top sect on the Beidou side. Except for the disciples of that sect, ordinary immortal seedlings need to pay 200 middle-grade spiritual stones if they want to enter it.

The fee doesn't come cheap.

Not to mention the fairy seedlings in the Golden Core stage, even if they are in the Nascent Soul stage and reach the third level, it is not easy to come up with this middle-grade spiritual stone.

He once killed the middle and third level of the Xiantian Dao Sect. Together, the number of middle-grade spiritual stones on hand was only two hundred.

"From here, how long does it take to get to the Vida ruins?"

Fang Chen said calmly.

The green-headed sea turtle didn't dare to neglect it. After all, his life and fortune were at stake. He thought about it carefully and whispered:

"The little demon knows a shortcut. If there is no wind and waves on the way, it will only take about a year to arrive."

"shortcut?"

"Uh... Your Excellency, you should know that there are countless uninhabited islands in the Immortal and Demonic Sea. Some islands have teleportation arrays that still work, but very few people know about them."

"Okay, you lead the way."

Fang Chen smiled and nodded: "You have to think about it yourself, what will happen if you go against your will."

"Don't dare."

The green-headed turtle nodded repeatedly.

In the next few months, with the green-headed turtle leading the way, Fang Chen avoided many unnecessary mistakes.

During this period, they passed three uninhabited islands and reached the depths of the Immortal and Demonic Sea through the teleportation array that existed for unknown ages.

In just a few months, Fang Chen was already an unknown number of miles away from the other side of Zhongzhou. If there was no teleportation array and he was just walking in the form of a sword, this distance might have taken more than ten years or even decades.

"Sir, something seems to have happened ahead. The sea area here seems to be blocked."

The green-headed turtle suddenly spoke.

Fang Chen stood on its back and saw the scene several miles away. There were countless ships staying here, as if they were blocked by something.

"Go up and have a look."

Fang Chen ordered.

The green-headed turtle didn't say anything. When it swam to the front, a monk on the ship reminded them:

"Don't go any further. The eminent monks from Haiye Temple are killing demons."

"Destroy demons!?"

The green-headed turtle suddenly became angry, but when it remembered that Fang Chen was still there, it immediately suppressed its temper and asked the monk:

"What demon are the monks of Haiye Temple trying to kill and eliminate? How can we, the demon cultivators, offend Haiye Temple?"

The monk stared at the green-headed turtle for a while. He was about to speak but was stopped by the person next to him. The monk next to him winked and looked at the green-headed turtle again, obviously telling him not to talk to the green-headed turtle again. To avoid getting into trouble.

The green-headed turtle suddenly became furious, thinking that it would be fine if the demon cultivator in its out-of-body stage was captured and used as a mount. Now these ordinary lower-level fourth-level cultivators dare not reply to it?

"Don't cause trouble."

Fang Chen said calmly.

"Yes, sir."

The green-headed sea turtle suppressed his anger and simply buried his head in the sea, leaving only his shell on the surface.

Fang Chen's soul left his body and reached high altitude in an instant. Only then did he realize that the blocked ships were far more than the hundreds in front of him.

Everywhere you can see, there are countless ships, large and small.

Looking further into the distance, I saw a golden curtain covering an unknown number of miles.

Inside the golden curtain, monks were fighting. On one side were bald monks and on the other were various demon cultivators.

It's just that these demon cultivators have almost no power to resist in the hands of these monks.

It was a one-sided slaughter.

The corpses of countless demon cultivators were floating in the sea of ​​immortals and demons. Such a sight of blood and blood made the nearby cultivators feel a little frightened and fearful on their faces.

Among the countless monks, there was a young monk wearing moon-white robes who did not die. He just stood in the void with his hands clasped together.

The young monk exudes the aura of the peak of the out-of-body stage. His eyes are slightly closed and he seems to be chanting sutras, but from time to time he will raise his hand to play a Buddhist bead.

The demon cultivators who were hit by the beads were all killed on the spot without exception.

Countless demon cultivators wanted to rush in front of him, but as soon as they made a move, they were killed or intercepted by nearby monks.

"You demon monks from Haiye Temple, why do you need to kill them all? I only ate a dozen novice monks. You killed thousands of our clansmen. Isn't that enough?"

A demon cultivator who was fighting bloody battles suddenly roared.

The aura on its body proves that it is also in the out-of-body stage, but its cultivation level is slightly weaker than that of the young monk. It should be in the late stage of out-of-body stage.

At this moment, it is being surrounded by three other monks with mid-stage out-of-body cultivation, making it difficult to escape.

"Amitabha, blood debts are just paid with blood, why should the donor care about this?"

The young monk looked indifferent.

"A blood debt must be repaid with blood. If that's the case, why do you want to take my clan's essence and blood and seize my clan's inner elixir?"

The demon cultivator laughed in anger.

“Make the best use of everything.”

The young monk said calmly: "The essence, blood and inner elixir of your demon cultivators are also rare spiritual things. Since they are all dead, they should not be wasted."

While he was speaking, he suddenly shot out a Buddhist bead. The demon cultivator was unable to react in time, and was slowed down by three monks who were in the middle of being out of body. The bead hit him head-on.

The spiritual barrier wrapped around him shattered with the sound.

Upon seeing this, the three people who were in the middle of being out of body each used a flying sword and pierced the body of the demon cultivator on the spot.

Seeing that the situation was over, some of the remaining demon cultivators were still fighting bloody battles, but some had already begun to beg for mercy.

There was a demon cultivator who wanted to make a surprise attack from under the sea of ​​immortals and demons, but found that the surrounding formations even covered the bottom of the sea, making it impossible to escape.

The monks of Haiye Temple showed no mercy to these evil cultivators. Whether they were still resisting or begging for mercy, they killed them one by one.

When Fang Chen saw this, he already understood that it was a personal grudge between the two parties.

The demon cultivator here killed the novice monk of Haiye Temple, and the monks of Haiye Temple turned around and killed the demon cultivator here.

It is estimated that this matter will be resolved within today.

With his soul returning to his body, Fang Chen waited quietly.

As time passed little by little, the sound of fighting became smaller and smaller, and finally became quiet.

The young monk watched with his own eyes as the monks under his command took away the blood essence, inner elixir, and magic weapons from the demon cultivators, and then he saluted the people around him:

"I have kept all donors waiting for a long time."

The golden curtain gradually dispersed, and the monks who were on their way breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this. They had been waiting for more than a month, but fortunately, the matter was finally settled, and they could continue on their way.

"It's over."

Fang Chen lightly stamped his foot: "Continue on your way."

The green-headed sea turtle seemed to have a temper and swam forward silently and very fast.

"Hey, there is another demon cultivator here."

A monk discovered the green-headed turtle and quickly called out to the monks of Haiye Temple.

The monks from Haiye Temple who were about to leave stopped one after another, turned around and looked around, and finally locked their eyes on Fang Chen and the green-headed turtle.

The young monk frowned slightly, looked at the green-headed turtle intently, and suddenly said coldly:

"The Turtle Demon Sanren under King Jingluo?"

Then he glanced at Fang Chen and said, "You are a human cultivator, why are you hanging out with the demon cultivator? You can leave today, but it can't."