Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"A friend of the ancestor came to visit?"

"It shouldn't be. If there is a Nascent Soul, he should know Yun Cang's current situation. How could he come to join in the fun..."

Lu Changqing and other golden elixir demon cultivators looked at each other with various speculations in their hearts.

Disciples from the Third Avenue Sect of the Zixu Kingdom came to Yuncang for a trial. Not to mention the nearby Fourth-Rank Empire, even the monks from the Fifth-Rank Empire had heard about this matter.

During these extraordinary times, almost no one would come to visit, and there were even fewer monks passing through Yuncang.

"Master Baihu, are these people your friends? Let them come down and talk. The immortal boat goes straight to the mountain gate, which is quite disrespectful of etiquette."

The old man in Taoist robes said with an indifferent expression.

The white tiger master had a strange look on his face. He jumped into the air and was level with the immortal boat. Just as he was about to ask about the identity of the visitor, he saw a familiar face.

Fang Chen stood on the fairy boat, looked at Master Baihu with a smile, and clasped his fists:

"Master Baihu, long time no see."

"It's you……"

Master Baihu's eyes moved, guessing Fang Chen's intention, and winked:

"There are distinguished guests coming to Yuxu Mountain today. It is not convenient to receive Fellow Daoist Fang. Fellow Daoist Fang will leave for now and come back in a few days."

"I, Yu Daqian, have heard that a sect from the Third-Rank Empire is bringing its disciples to Yuncang for training. This is a rare occurrence in a hundred years. If we happen to happen to it today, it might as well let me see how good the monks from the Third-Rank Empire are. means."

Fang Chen smiled.

"You don't understand me? These monks are unreasonable. Your fairy boat went straight to this place and landed on their heads. They are already unhappy. If you dare to stay again, they will not find excuses to deal with you."

Master Baihu immediately sent a message.

At this moment, the old man in Taoist robes showed a hint of impatience. He gently waved his sleeves and robes, and saw the mighty spiritual power sweeping in, pulling the immortal boat downwards.

Fang Chen didn't resist, and the immortal boat turned into spiritual power and dissipated after it landed.

Seeing this, Master Baihu could only sigh helplessly and flew back to the old man in Taoist robes. He was about to explain a few words, but saw Lord Hushan and Qingxuan looking surprised and rushing out of the crowd to face Fang Chen.

"Master!"

Lord Hushan and Qingxuan bowed respectfully.

These two have obtained the method of transformation in Yuxu Mountain, and now one is a strong young man, and the other is a handsome woman in a green skirt.

"It seems that Master Baihu has not treated you badly."

Fang Chen smiled and nodded.

Most demon clan transformations do not look at cultivation, but only inheritance. In the demon clan, the method of transformation is very important, and it is basically only taught to direct descendants.

Without the method of transformation, even if they reach the upper third level, the demon clan can only maintain its original demon body form.

Nowadays, nearly 90% of the demon cultivators in Yuxu Mountain have no way to transform.

"It's him……"

Lu Changqing's expression was complicated. He had seen this man decades ago, and he was the one who brought the three demons to the mountain.

It's just that this person came at the wrong time now, and he might be in trouble.

Sheng Fo left the young Taoist priest in front of him, turned around, knelt down and kowtowed in front of Fang Chen:

"Victory Buddha pays homage to the Master."

The monks from the Lingxu Taoist Sect were startled, with a slightly strange look on their face. The master of these three demon cultivators turned out to be a human monk? Are they not direct descendants of Yuxu Mountain?

"The foundation is established, not bad."

Fang Chen smiled and said, "Your junior brothers and sisters are just a little behind. They are both at the twelfth level of Qi refining. You have to work harder."

Hushanjun and Qingxuan looked ashamed. Compared with Shengfo, they were far behind in their practice.

Regardless of the fact that both of them were at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, they had a hunch that even if they were given the Foundation Establishment Pill now, the chance of successful Foundation Establishment would be less than 10%, and it would take at least 30 to 50 years of silent cultivation before they could be sure.

"Master Bai Hu, I wonder where this fellow Taoist is from and why you, the demon cultivator from Yuxu Mountain, are his disciples."

The old man in Taoist robe said calmly.

Master Baihu didn't know how to introduce Fang Chen, so he could only smile helplessly and said: "Senior Lin, these three demon cultivators are indeed disciples of fellow Taoist Fang, they are just in Yuxu Mountain in name..."

"interesting."

The old man in Taoist robes chuckled lightly and looked at Fang Chen: "Fellow Taoist just said that he wanted to see the methods of the third-grade imperial monks, so just watch carefully from the sidelines and let your monkey demon continue to compete with my disciples."

"That's fine."

Fang Chen nodded, took out a small sword and handed it to Sheng Fo: "Go and have a good fight with that young man."

"This...Master, this disciple doesn't know how to use a sword..."

Old Shengfo's face turned slightly red.

"You don't need to know."

Fang Chen said.

Sheng Fo realized something. Although the small sword in front of him seemed to have nothing special, and there seemed to be some blood stains on the sword that had not been wiped clean, but since it was given to him by his master, it obviously had a deep meaning.

Master Baihu's eyes moved. He recognized this sword. It was the same sword that Fang Chen used to kill Chunqiu in Daqian.

"Sword cultivator's sword..."

Master Baihu's expression became more solemn, and he immediately sent a message: "Fellow Daoist Fang, this person comes from the Lingxu Taoist sect of Zixu country. His surname is Lin. He is a monk in the out-of-body stage. You'd better not act rashly, otherwise with my meager face, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to do so." Mediation.”

After a few breaths, seeing that Fang Chen didn't respond, Master Baihu looked a little ugly, and he couldn't help but snorted in his heart. If you can't listen to the persuasion, then forget it!

Seeing Sheng Buddha coming with his sword, the young Taoist priest couldn't help but chuckle. It was difficult to activate a magic weapon of a higher grade than himself, so he was not worried about anything mysterious about this sword.

This monkey demon has only one method. He can't even touch his figure. What can he do with a sword?

Thinking of this, the young Taoist priest slowly said: "Your Majesty, my life..."

The small sword in Sheng Fo's hand turned into a ray of light, which penetrated directly into the young Taoist priest's eyebrows, bringing out a ray of red and white.

Blood splashed to the ground along with brain flowers.

The young Taoist priest swayed twice and fell on his back with a thud.

When Sheng Fo was stunned, the small sword had returned to his hand.

After a moment of silence, he cupped his fists and cupped his hands: "I accept..."

The demon cultivators in Yuxu Mountain looked at each other in shock, with a hint of relief in their eyes, and then turned into confusion and suspicion, staring at the small sword in Sheng Fo's hand.

The monks from the Lingxu Taoist Sect finally came to their senses. Someone came forward to check and found that the young Taoist monk had lost his vitality and his face turned livid.

"Elder Lin, the person is dead."

He cupped his fists at the old man in Taoist robes.

The old man in Taoist robes kept an indifferent expression from the beginning to the end. Even if his disciple died, he did not change his expression. Hearing the words, he just nodded lightly and said calmly to the person beside him:

"Kill them all, leaving no one behind."

"yes."

Several Nascent Souls beside him nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Master Baihu quickly advised: "Senior Lin, this is a misunderstanding. Let's sit down and talk..."

Snapped--

The old man in Taoist robes slapped Master Baihu on the face, knocking his next words back to his stomach.

"Master Bai Hu, you Yuxu Mountain are quite cooperative with us, so I won't cause trouble for you today, but please stop talking nonsense."

The white tiger's real face turned green and white.

Lu Changqing and other golden elixir demon cultivators had angry eyes.

The nearby Yuxu Mountain Demon Cultivator saw his ancestor being slapped and his breathing became heavier.

It's just that in the eyes of the old man in Taoist robes, their performance looked like clowns, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

The Nascent Souls from the Lingxu Dao Sect were already walking towards Fang Chen, and with every step they took, the aura on their bodies became higher.

In just a few steps, the auras on their bodies were so overwhelming that the demon cultivators present felt a little congested and found it difficult to breathe.