Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Countless people thought that He Zuyan was going to lose. Even Zhang Ling and the others thought so. They never thought that He Zuyan's aura increased sharply again, and his eyes flashed with divine light, giving people a feeling of being at full strength. The feeling is hard to look at directly.

Wang Zhenlong frowned slightly. He knew there was something strange about this person, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

The next moment, amidst He Zuyan's strange laughter, the sword force that was a hundred times stronger than before turned into a rainbow and shot straight towards Fang Chen.

In the eyes of everyone, He Zuyan was still the same as before, but his aura was much stronger than before.

In Fang Chen's eyes, it was a monk with a lion's head and a body swinging his sword.

"This sword...don't tell me that it's out of my mind. As a distracted person, I feel terrified."

"I didn't expect that the Lingkong Sword Sect would have such a talented person. I had never heard of it before."

Everyone looked shocked.

Wang Zhenlong's expression tightened, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and he resisted the urge to intervene in the battle.

If he chooses to take action, the path to learning the sword will be interrupted, and all the previous hard work will be in vain.

He was very sure that the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator in front of him was weird. He was just a Nascent Soul, and it was impossible for him to burst out with such a majestic aura.

He even saw blood oozing out from the skin on He Zuyan's body. This was a sign that his physical body was overloaded and extremely majestic power was surging in his body!

"Won!"

The eyes of the sword cultivator from Lingkong Sword Sect shone brightly.

They didn't believe that the other party could even block such a sword!

At this moment, only a few people knew that what Fang Chen was facing was not He Zuyan at all, but an incense master with at least the third level of cultivation.

In the distant void, two figures stood.

One is Zuo Xu, and the other is a monk with the head of a lion and the body of a lion.

The latter stood with his hands behind his back and chuckled lightly: "My soul is enough to kill him on the spot, but... Master Zuo Xu, if he dies, I'm afraid the man from Huangyuan will not let it go, and even the man from Sanqiandao Sect will not give up." Anomalies will also react, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Why does that person from Huangyuan matter? As for the anomalies in the three thousand sects, haha... he is not the only one with anomalies here? In the eyes of ordinary people, his methods may be magical, but in the eyes of our Holy Immortal City, he is just ordinary. .”

Zuo Xu smiled lightly and said: "Today, I would like to thank the Golden Lion Immortal Lord in advance. I will say a few words of kindness to you in front of my father about that matter. If it can be done, your followers will increase a hundred times in the future. When you become a Sanxian, Just around the corner.”

"Then thank you Master Zuoxu."

The Golden Lion Immortal smiled slightly.

Sudden.

He frowned unconsciously. In his eyes, Fang Chen didn't react at all to such a monstrous sword force. Instead, the aura on his body was gradually transforming into a mortal, and he gradually became like an ordinary mortal.

Not only did he notice this, Zuo Xu, who had been paying attention to Fang Chen, also noticed it.

"This is……"

Zuo Xu frowned and said, "Some kind of special technique?"

"The same was true for his previous sword. It had a sense of returning to nature, but..."

The Golden Lion Immortal Master relaxed his brows and chuckled lightly: "No matter how you return to your original nature, you will never have the chance to fight back in the face of absolute power."

It seemed that Fang Chen was about to be overwhelmed by the overwhelming sword momentum, but when these sword momentum touched Fang Chen within three feet, it was like hitting an invisible wall and being eliminated by the hedging.

"Um?"

The Golden Lion Immortal Lord let out a sigh.

The monks nearby were also stunned.

The invisible wall was still expanding. Fang Chen slowly walked towards He Zuyan. With every step he took, He Zuyan's sword force shrank by a few feet.

Unknowingly, He Zuyan, who had been so arrogant just now, became exactly like Fang Chen, with no aura in his body, just like an ordinary person.

The immortality of the human world is permeating the surroundings. At this moment, there is nothing to say, just like Fang Chen, everything has turned into mortals.

He Zuyan's expression gradually returned to normal, and a flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes:

"I am..."

He had lost his memory just now, and he only remembered that he was wounded in the chest by Fang Chen's sword.

"Fellow Daoist He, please lower your head and take a look."

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

He Zuyan looked down and saw a sword wound on his chest, his expression even more dazed.

"This injury..."

"It was a sword wound, have you forgotten? You are already dead."

Fang Chen said.

"I am already dead?"

He Zuyan couldn't believe it and murmured to himself, but the deathly aura on his face condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, he went from being shocked at the beginning, to being confused in the middle, to being enlightened at the end.

"turn out to be……"

He looked at Fang Chen, and as soon as he uttered two words, he suddenly fell to the ground, no longer alive.

Seeing that He Zuyan died inexplicably like this, the monks around him looked at each other and couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time.

He was clearly full of arrogance, but that sword strike just now could even make a monk in the distracted stage tremble. Why did he die so inexplicably in the blink of an eye?

Someone's eyes fell on He Zuyan's chest. Could it be because of this small sword wound?

The Lingkong Sword Sect seemed very quiet. Lu Ping was expressionless and didn't know what he was thinking.

Wang Zhenlong was also very quiet at this moment, looking at He Zuyan's body without saying a word.

The female sword cultivator looked livid. Even though she had the pill given by Zuo Xu, she still lost.

It would be fine if the defeat was obvious, but now He Zuyan is completely confused.

The first sword wound clearly didn't hurt him at all, so why did he die?

Just because Fang Chen said you are dead?

In the void in the distance, the Golden Lion Immortal Master looked solemn: "There is a special power that suppresses my soul."

"Could there be an ancestor secretly taking action behind the scenes?"

Zuo Xu said in a deep voice.

The Golden Lion Immortal was silent for a few moments and shook his head slightly: "I don't know. If there is really an ancestor present, I don't know where he is and by what means he interfered in this battle."

After a pause, the Golden Lion Immortal Lord said: "Since I promised Mr. Zuo Xu, I will find another opportunity to take action. He will go to many places next time. I want to see if he can stop him next time. My true spirit.”

Zuo Xu nodded slightly, but did not show any anger.

This time, the Golden Lion Immortal Lord only used a soul, but next time, if the true spirit takes action, it will be a decisive blow for Fang Chen, and he will not be able to escape at all.

In the void invisible to the two of them, Fang Chen was looking at them from close range.

After working on it for a long time, it turned out that it was the Immortal King of Incense Tao who took action himself, or the Golden Lion Immortal Lord who had some connection with him.

After leaving the Vitu ruins, he killed an incense disciple of the Golden Lion Immortal Lord. He never thought that he would see the true form of this incense Tao Immortal King with his own eyes today.

After thinking for a while, he returned to his senses, and then lightly stamped his foot:

"Japanese soldier, Shilong."

Everyone didn't know what Fang Chen was doing, and thought he was mocking the Lingkong Sword Sect in some way.

No one noticed that an old man appeared inexplicably among the crowd, looking at the world in front of him with eyes full of nostalgia.

"The human world...it's been a long time since I've been here."

Shilong whispered to himself.