Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

After Zhulong vomited eight pellets of essence and blood in a row, he suddenly became drowsy, and then fell to Fang Chen's side with a snap.

Its eyes were closed, its face was pale, its little paws would twitch from time to time, and its occasional breath would cause a patch of frost to form on the ground.

At the same time, a flying sword came from a distance and circled around Fang Chen, looking very excited.

"Junior, where have you been in the past two years?"

Zhou Tianzhi's lesson.

"It has nothing to do with you, I just went out to explore the path for Xiaochen."

Xiao Kendao.

"I can figure it out even if you don't tell me."

"That's fine with you."

"Hmph, I won't do any business without spiritual stones."

"Don't talk nonsense. Is Xiaochen going to restore his cultivation? I think his aura has already established a foundation."

"If nothing unexpected happens, he will indeed be able to restore his cultivation level, and he may be able to directly form a baby."

"Very good!"

"What a fart. Without any preparation, he is very likely to go into trouble."

"Just take me with you."

"You? You and I don't even think about going there. The black and white paper man can follow, and there is also this candle dragon, but it's a pity that its essence is too depleted, so it's useless to follow."

"Then I will protect Xiaochen's body and wait for him to come back from the underworld."

Fang Chen's soul became more and more condensed. He saw that Zhulong seemed to have overdrawn his essence for himself, and he also saw the black and white paper man and the small sword.

Unknowingly, all the nine candle dragon essences were absorbed into his soul, and finally merged with his soul.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed, and when Fang Chen came to his senses, he was already on a mountain road.

On both sides were pitch-black mountains with no visible heights, and right in front was a rugged river.

The black and white paper figures also came here with Fang Chen, with a flash of surprise in their eyes.

"here it is……"

The black paper man muttered to himself.

The white man looked around with a solemn expression: "This is the underworld."

"Are you going to the underworld..."

Fang Chen's eyes moved slightly.

The soul should have no sense of touch, but now he feels that the touch is very real, and his feet are actually stepping on the ground.

He stretched out his hand and pinched his face. His appearance had long returned to his youthful appearance, and the flesh on his face was real, completely different from his divine state.

"Your Majesty, how do you feel now? The two of us found that our cultivation seemed to be suppressed after we came here."

The man with the white paper cupped his hands and said.

"Feel……"

Fang Chen closed his eyes and felt it quietly, feeling that there seemed to be endless power in his body.

This was countless times stronger than the feeling he had when the golden elixir was at its peak.

"feels good."

A smile appeared on Fang Chen's face.

This is good news.

Same as he guessed.

After coming to the underworld, the special soul really played a special role, and now his soul is also fused with the essence and blood of the candle dragon, which is much stronger than before.

Maybe when he returns to the human world, even Xuanxian won't be able to detect the existence of his soul, so he can experiment with it when he has time.

"If you only judge my strength in the underworld by the power of my soul, am I equivalent to a mysterious immortal walking in the underworld, or an immortal king walking in the underworld?"

Fang Chen was thoughtful.

"Excuse me……"

A hoarse voice came from behind.

Fang Chen turned around and saw an old man holding a cane in one hand and a porcelain bowl in the other, bending over and looking at him with a confused expression.

The old man was dressed in rags, like a beggar on the street. He was shaking non-stop, as if an invisible chill enveloped him.

“Where did the old man come from and where are he going?”

Fang Chen cupped his hands.

"Sir, my lord, the little old man came here to escape and wants to go to Taoyang Town. My son married a wife and had children there and started a family. The little old man wants to join him. I don't know how to get to Taoyang Town. I seem to be lost..."

The old man's eyes were blank, and he tightened his clothes as he spoke, as if he was cold.

"Your Majesty, he doesn't know he is dead yet."

The white paper man said softly.

The strange thing is that the existence of it and the black paper man seemed to be ignored by the old man. The old man could not see them. Otherwise, he would have looked frightened at this moment and would not have such an expression.

"Taoyang Town...it's quite a long way there."

Fang Chen said.

"It's far, but when we get there, my son will definitely have to take care of the little old man's food."

There was a look of hope on the old man's face, "Even if I crawl, I have to crawl to Taoyang Town to see my grandson who has just been born."

Having said this, he tightened his clothes again, and then saw that Fang Chen was wearing thick clothes, and a flash of envy flashed in his eyes.

"Is the old man very cold?"

Fang Chen said.

"It's cold. There's so much snow in the world. How can it not be cold?"

The old man looked up at the silent void.

It seemed to him that it was snowing heavily that day.

Fang Chen suddenly realized that the scene the old man saw now should be the same as when he was alive. It was snowing heavily on the day before his death.

"Sir, do you know how to get to Taoyang Town?"

The old man asked again, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Fang Chen shook his head slightly: "Sorry, I don't know how to get to Taoyang Town."

There was a flash of disappointment in the old man's eyes, and then he smiled, "It's okay, I'll take my leave first."

He walked forward on crutches.

There is a river in front of it, and there seems to be a light boat stationed there.

Fang Chen's eyes suddenly moved. The originally cold mountain road suddenly became extremely lively. One after another figures appeared inexplicably, all walking towards the river in front.

Some of these figures looked around anxiously, as if they were looking for someone.

Some looked confused, like zombies, just walking forward.

Some wore silk scarves and chatted and laughed with others, talking loudly.

Some were wearing broken armor and holding broken knives, with black blood constantly flowing out of their bodies.

Some are dying and moving forward in small steps.

Some have red faces and plump bodies, and are accompanied by male and female servants. These servants have red faces and have paper bodies.

As they passed by Fang Chen, some saw Fang Chen, while others turned a blind eye.

But those little paper figures all leaned slightly, as if they were saluting Fang Chen.

Fang Chen looked up and saw many boats suddenly appearing on the river in the distance. Countless figures stood on the boats, looking towards this side.

"Go and have a look in front."

Fang Chen followed the flow of people and walked forward with the black and white paper man.

Halfway through, a woman with disheveled hair suddenly grabbed Fang Chen's sleeves.

"Sir, have you seen my son?"

"Bold."

The face of the black paper man was condensed, and he was about to take action, but Fang Chen raised his hand to stop him. He just looked at the woman and said softly:

"What does your son look like and how old is he?"

"Five, five years old, so tall, white and fat, very cute, but I can't find him. I lost my son, woo woo, lost..."

The woman let go of Fang Chen's sleeves and walked forward while crying and calling out her son's nickname from time to time.

Just when Fang Chen thought she wouldn't get a response, a child rushed towards the woman from the crowd:

"Mom, I'm here, I'm here!"

The woman was immediately overjoyed and quickly picked up the child and cried and laughed.

"Your Majesty, there are injuries on their backs."

Blank paper humanity.

Fang Chen nodded. He also saw that there was a knife wound on the back of the mother and son, indicating that they were killed by someone, and they died violently.

Withdrawing his gaze, Fang Chen continued to move forward, and soon he came to the river.

The first boat I saw was very quiet, and there seemed to be a person sitting on it with his back to everyone.

But the other fairy boats were full of noise at the moment. They craned their necks to look out, calling out a name from time to time. If they received a response, they would be filled with joy or cry with joy.

"Old man, this way, old man!"

A light boat docked, with a plainly dressed old lady standing on it, waving to the beggar-like old man from before.

The old man was stunned: "Old woman, why are you here? Am I dreaming?"

"Old man, you're freezing to death. Come up quickly and I'll take you across the River of Forgetfulness."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm almost to Taoyang Town. My son will take me in. How could I die?"

"Have you forgotten? You died in Taoyang Town. My son said you were old and useless. He had a grandson at home. He didn't want you to waste food rations, so he placed you in a shed in the yard.

It snowed heavily that night, you hadn't eaten anything, and you were in a hurry, so you couldn't make it through..."