Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Fang Chen grabbed the sugar glider from his breast pocket and threw her into the sun gourd. Then with a thought, his whole body was shrouded in white mist.

In an instant, it disappeared into the thick fog.

Huangquan Road.

Weeds grew everywhere, covering the green bricks on the road.

As soon as Fang Chen settled down, the green bricks turned into billowing yin energy with a bang and dissipated between the sky and the earth.

He was very familiar with this scene. Almost every Huangquan Road that had just been reopened had this scene.

Fang Chen walked forward and soon arrived in front of Wangchuan River.

Looking down, under the Forgotten River, countless figures were covered by snakes, insects, rats, ants, and dead trees.

These are basically the seeds of the human race, and he will naturally not let them go. He takes out the Yin Gourd and stores them in it. Then he steps on the water of the River of Forgetfulness and walks towards the ruined bridge ahead.

The surrounding white fog may allow ordinary monks to see only a few feet in radius, but to Fang Chen, they are not an obstacle and they can clearly see the scene ahead.

Walking onto the bridge, directly in front, there was a soldier with broken armor, holding a broken knife and half kneeling on the ground.

His long hair hung down, covering his face.

There seemed to be blood, falling on the ground drop by drop along the long hair.

Fang Chen stopped and felt a very strong Yin demon aura from this figure.

At the same time, there was a very familiar aura of righteousness.

Not surprisingly, this is another existence like an ancient tree.

The former righteous god of the underworld has now been contaminated with too much mixed power of yin and longevity, and has turned into a great yin demon who may lose his mind.

Suddenly, the disabled soldier suddenly raised his head, with murderous intent in his eyes:

"kill!"

A chilling sound that sounded like it came from Jiuyou vibrated from his throat.

The next moment, the color of heaven and earth changed.

Fang Chen felt as if he was on an ancient battlefield, with soldiers charging and killing nearby.

The soldiers on both sides, without exception, all bear the obvious signs of being the gods of the underworld, and their auras are pure and strong.

If it were another monk here, he would probably have been contaminated by the murderous intent in the battlefield at the first moment. At least his soul would be damaged, and at worst, his soul would be scattered.

But around Fang Chen, there seemed to be an isolation belt, a large area of ​​​​empty space.

No matter how hard they fought, the soldiers on both sides did not dare to take a step closer to him, as if they were in a forbidden area.

Fang Chen stood quietly like this, watching for an unknown amount of time. The surrounding scene gradually faded away, and only the disabled soldier was left.

Immediately afterwards, the disabled soldier repeated the action just now and shouted kill again.

The scene just now appeared again.

After repeating this process several times, Fang Chen was able to conclude that even if this disabled soldier turned into a Yin demon, he still had an obsession in his heart that was unimaginable to ordinary people.

This scene, perhaps he has been repeating it here for countless years.

At this moment, Fang Chen suddenly took a step forward.

The figure of the disabled soldier, which had not moved for many years, suddenly changed.

He stood up.

Fang Chen took another step forward.

The disabled soldier immediately raised his hand and cut off the knife.

His eyes were fixed on Fang Chen.

One step, two steps.

Fang Chen kept walking forward.

The armored soldier suddenly rushed towards Fang Chen with a broken sword in hand.

"Shiyin City, Xiaoxiao, stop there!!!"

The next moment, Master Qinghe suddenly appeared between the two of them. With just a slight raise of her hand, there seemed to be an invisible force trapping the disabled soldier.

The disabled soldier kept struggling, seemingly breaking free from Master Qinghe's grasp, and his whole body made a crunching sound.

"Prince Fang, this is a Yin demon, and his mind is no longer clear."

Master Qinghe looked at the disabled soldiers with a hint of unbearable in her eyes.

"Well, he was a pawn during the turmoil in the Three Realms. His cultivation level may not have been high at that time, but now he has methods comparable to those of a Rank Eight Immortal."

Fang Chen nodded lightly: "The little master helped me trap him, and I wrote an edict to free him."

"good."

Master Qinghe felt a little more relaxed when she learned that she didn't need to kill the Yin demon.

What Fang Chen wrote this time was not an ordinary Yin soldier edict, but the same psychic Yin beast great talisman edict as the ancient tree had originally.

It required a lot of Yin Shou. Fortunately, he went back to Jiangguang City and the small underworld to visit, and collected a lot of Yin Shou in his hands for later use.

After writing the edict, hit the disabled soldier.

After the decree was sealed into his body, he was stunned for a moment, as if time had stopped.

But what followed was a struggle that was several times more violent than before.

The two powers in his body are one derived from the ‘Old Imperial Seal’ and the other derived from the Yin Demon.

They are all resisting the edict of the psychic Yin beast.

Without the intervention of Master Qinghe, this edict would have failed from the beginning.

Time passed day by day, and the imperial seal penetrated inch by inch into the body of the disabled soldier.

And his resistance dwindled day by day.

More than ten days later.

The disabled soldier lowered his head and half-knelt on the ground.

Mysterious runes were flowing all over his body, including the broken knife in his hand.

Eventually, these runes slowly integrated into his body, and his chaotic eyes gradually became clearer.

"Prince Fang, it seems to be done."

A smile appeared in Master Qinghe's eyes.

"It should be done."

Fang Chen also nodded, and then looked at the disabled soldiers:

"Do you remember your name?"

He captured the clarity in the eyes of the disabled soldiers, which was different from the ancient trees.

The big Yin demon in front of him has probably always maintained a trace of sanity.

That's why the scenes from the battlefield back then are always appearing all around.

"My surname is Wang, and my single name is one and two."

Wang Er?

A very common name.

Fang Chen continued:

"Do you remember who you are?"

"I am……"

The veins in Wang Er's hand holding the broken knife were bulging, and he was obviously exerting force. His brows were knitted into a "Chuan" shape, as if he was trying to remember.

"I am... Shiyin City, the Yin Soldier Division, the second Yin Soldier King under Boss Chen!"

Wang Er almost yelled out this sentence.

Then, his palms gradually relaxed, and he stood up from the ground, looking around blankly, with various emotions rising and falling in his eyes from time to time.

It's like the memories of these years have come back one by one.

"In the end, I still lost."

Looking at the empty Shiyin City, Wang Er murmured softly.

Then, with a thought in his mind, the imperial seal in his body appeared on the surface of his body.

"This is the imperial seal of Lord Yan. It is different from the previous ones. There are some differences, but it is definitely the imperial seal of Lord Yan..."

Wang Er suddenly looked at Fang Chen, with a hint of earnestness in his eyes:

"Who is my lord!?"

"Prince Fang is the contemporary King of Hell. If you haven't come forward to pay your respects, if Crown Prince Fang hadn't given you the imperial seal, you would still be a Yin demon with chaotic mind."

Master Qinghe said with a smile.

Contemporary Yan Jun...

There seemed to be thunder and booming in Wang Er's mind.

This means that...the Lord of Hell whom he once served has...passed away?

After a few breaths, Wang Er quickly suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, half-knelt on the ground again, and said respectfully:

"The Second King of Shiyin City, pay your respects to Lord Yan!"