Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Everyone's eyes wandered around Fang Chen, and finally fell on Bai Qingming. It was obvious that they were more afraid of Bai Qingming.

No matter how powerful Fang Chen is, for some of them, there is no need to take it to heart. The gap in cultivation between the two is too big and there is no comparison.

Bai Qingming is different. He is a sword cultivator in the Hedao stage. He is almost the top among the younger generation. If eight hundred years old is regarded as a limit, there has not been a young prodigy under eight hundred years old who has been promoted to transcend tribulation.

But there is a small group of people who have the best chance, and Bai Qingming is one of them.

"Old Ancestor Li, these two dolls will be left to you."

Wang Zhenlong clasped his fists.

Li Changsheng looked at Fang Chen and Bai Qingming, smiled and nodded: "If everything goes well, they will be able to return here in three to five years."

"Boy, listen to your senior brother more on the way. Prison Wind Land is no better than here. No one can be your backer except Li Changsheng. But this man is a sword cultivator, but he is willing to be a son-in-law. He obviously values ​​​​interests more. , may not stand up for you, you have to rely on yourself."

Wang Zhenlong warned Fang Chen and left.

"You two, take your seats."

Li Changsheng smiled lightly.

"Brother Fang Chen, here!"

Dongfang Hao quickly waved his hand.

"you?"

Fang Chen was slightly startled and looked strange. Before he could ask, Dongfang Haojie explained it as soon as he sat down.

"No wonder the aura on Long Xuan's body gives people a rather familiar feeling. It turns out that the Long family is a family of dragon blood."

Fang Chen suddenly felt enlightened.

"You are all the geniuses here. There are sword cultivators from Ditian, sword cultivators from Beidou, and sword cultivators from Zhongzhou."

Li Changsheng spoke slowly.

Everyone looked at Li Changsheng with a slightly solemn expression.

“Here, the monks in the world all respect the sword cultivator lineage and are in awe, but in Prison Wind, the situation of sword cultivators is completely opposite.

When you get there, you have to learn to be patient. "

Li Changsheng said calmly: "The main purpose of this trip is the Sword Burial Ladder. If you can achieve outstanding results in it, benefits will fall on you. If you fail, whether it is Ditian, Beidou, or even Zhongzhou, , chaos will arise."

"Ancestor Li."

A woman with a cold face stood up and clasped her fists: "We have high and low cultivation levels. I wonder what the competition on this Sword Burial Ladder is?"

"That Sword Burial Ladder, no matter how high your cultivation level is, you will turn into a mortal when you get on it."

Li Changsheng smiled lightly and said: "What you are competing against this time is your sword intention and your sword heart."

"Become a mortal?"

Everyone was thoughtful, and a few frowned slightly, as if they had long forgotten what it was like when they were mortals.

"Everyone, there is no turning back from this trip. I hope you are ready."

Li Changsheng smiled lightly and walked out of the hall.

Everyone looked at each other and stood up to follow.

A figure slowly came to Fang Chen and Bai Qingming. The other person did not speak, but looked at Fang Chen and Bai Qingming lightly, and then walked out of the hall.

"You have to be careful with this Yan Kun. He suffered a little loss in that immortal ruins this time, and he probably has a grudge against me."

Bai Qingming smiled lightly.

That person was Yan Kun, the sword leader of the Kunlun Sword Sect, whom Fang Chen had met once in Yong'an City.

"Brother Fang Chen, how confident are you about this trip to the Sword Burial Ladder?"

Dongfang Hao Jia followed Fang Chen step by step. Everyone in this group was a master, but he was the only one who was a little golden elixir, and he felt very uneasy.

"Not sure."

Fang Chen shook his head gently.

Dongfang Haojie's little face suddenly turned pale, and he swallowed:

"If I say...beg for mercy from that Patriarch Li now, can he let me go?"

"I'm afraid you can only go out lying down."

Fang Chen smiled.

"Forget it, life and death are determined by fate and wealth. Since Old Ancestor Li is willing to take me with him, it means that my identity as the heir of the Dragon Blood Family is still worth a lot of money."

Dongfang Haojie gritted his teeth and looked a little firmer.

Li Changsheng had prepared an immortal boat, and when everyone got on the immortal boat one after another, he waved his sleeves and powerful spiritual power swept out, holding up the immortal boat and turning into a bolt of lightning before disappearing into the sky.

The sword cultivators of Ditian and Beidou seemed to be quite familiar with each other. They were gathered together and it was unclear what they were talking about. Their attitude towards Yan Kun was quite respectful. As long as Yan Kun opened his mouth, the others would stop talking.

"I'm going to take a nap. Call me when you get there."

Bai Qingming waved to Fang Chen and the other two, turned around and left.

"Brother Fang Chen, I just heard from Patriarch Li that your sword cultivator's situation in Prison Wind Land is completely different from here. Isn't this too strange?"

Dongfang Haojie whispered: "The offensive power of the sword cultivator is obvious to all, how can he be despised by others?"

"Have you forgotten? The lifespan of a swordsman is only half of yours."

Fang Chen smiled and said: "So, how many swordsmen can reach the realm of the Immortal King with only half of your lifespan? Let alone the realm of the Ancestor.

The old swordsman of Xuxian Sword Sect was not the ancestor. "

Dongfang Hao Jie was slightly startled, and after thinking about it carefully, he gradually understood.

"Fang Jianshou, I heard that you are in the out-of-body stage now? I hope you will be promoted to the distraction level soon. When that day comes, you and I will be able to have a sword fight."

A young man walked up to Fang Chen and smiled.

The sword cultivator not far away suddenly stopped talking and looked here.

Fang Chen glanced at the young man and said with a smile, "What do you call him?"

"Tianji Sword Sect, Bai Lingyue."

The young man smiled slightly.

"Oh, it's the Tianji Sword Sect..."

Fang Chen suddenly realized.

This is the sword sect on the Beidou side, and it is also the fifth sword cultivating sect he went to when he set foot on Beidou on his journey to learn swordsmanship.

At that time, the Tianji Sword Sect simply gave in after three of its swordsmanship disciples died and stayed in seclusion for ten years.

He had never seen Bai Lingyue at that time, so he couldn't help but curiously asked:

"Why was your presence nowhere to be seen at that time?"

Bai Lingyue said calmly: "At that time, I was at the critical juncture of the distraction period and could not come out to challenge. If not, you may not be able to do so smoothly."

"I see."

Fang Chen suddenly realized.

Bai Lingyue looked at Fang Chen intently for a few times before turning around and heading to where Yan Kun and others were.

"Brother Fang Chen, it seems they are quite dissatisfied with you and want to isolate you and Senior Brother Bai."

Dongfang Hao smiled.

"Not to mention these, I suspect that Old Ancestor Li had some other thoughts when he took you to the Land of Prisoner Wind."

Fang Chen smiled lightly and said: "If I guess correctly, maybe you will have great prospects in the future, but don't forget the hardships here."

"What do you mean?"

Dongfang Hao Jia was stunned.

"We'll know then."

Fang Chen patted his shoulder: "I'm going to take a rest too. Call me when you get to the ground."

Dongfang Haojie stood alone on the deck and thought hard, still unable to guess what Fang Chen meant.

More than ten days later, the fairy boat went deep into the sea of ​​immortals and demons, and finally stopped over a deserted island.

Everyone looked down, and they could vaguely see a very majestic teleportation array in the center of the island.