Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Everyone looked at the sudden appearance of the fairy boat with blank faces, and a touch of horror gradually filled their eyes.

just……

The sword of the ancestor of the Fire Nation was so terrifying, but it was easily eliminated when it struck the immortal boat. Not only did the immortal boat not even sway, but there were no traces left on it?

"Your name is...Qi Zhan, right?"

Fang Chen stood on the fairy boat and looked at the ancestor of the Fire Nation, whose information had already appeared in his mind.

This person is also a monk of the Blood Spirit Sect. Like the ancestor of Daqian, he joined the Blood Spirit Sect halfway.

Fang Chen discovered that Blood Spirit Cult monks liked to seduce and seduce these monarchs. If they became Blood Spirit Cult monks, it would be easy for them to do many things.

"Senior, do you recognize me?"

The ancestor of the Fire Nation was slightly startled, his eyes full of solemnity.

How powerful the previous sword was, he knew in his heart that he was a Jindan sword cultivator. Let alone the same level of Jindan, even the mid-stage Jindan who was one level higher than him might not be able to catch this sword.

And the other party... only relied on this fairy boat to eliminate the power of the sword. If he has such a magic weapon, his strength is probably unfathomable!

"This voice is..."

Zhang Xiaoke was suddenly stunned, and then immediately stood up from the sky and looked towards the fairy boat.

Crow Taoist and the others were startled and quickly tried to stop them.

If Zhang Xiaoke bumps into this unknown senior, they may really have to answer here today.

"etc!"

The peasant woman's eyes moved and she stopped Ya Taoist and the others. She and Huofeng looked at each other, as if they had guessed something.

"Your Majesty! It's really you!"

When Zhang Xiaoke saw Fang Chen, he couldn't help shouting excitedly. He immediately flew towards the fairy boat and landed in front of Fang Chen, clasping his fists and bowing:

"Zhang Xiaoke meets the Crown Prince!"

Different from back then, after decades, Zhang Xiaoke's appearance is also very mature now, but he seems to care about appearance and intends to use his spiritual power to maintain his appearance during practice. He is much younger than Liu Mu, only in his early thirties. appearance.

"The twelfth level of Qi refining? It seems that you haven't fallen behind in your cultivation. It's pretty good."

Fang Chen smiled and nodded.

"Your Majesty!? Zhang Xiaoke from Beast Spirit Valley actually recognizes this person!?"

The monks from all sides looked confused, but then they were ecstatic.

If Beast Spirit Valley had a connection with this senior, wouldn't today's matter be easily solved?

Only Crow Taoist and others trembled when they heard Zhang Xiaoke's voice, and they had already vaguely guessed who the visitor was.

"It's Prince Fang here."

Master Qinghe showed joy on her face and pulled Fang Qingyao to fly to the fairy boat together.

The nuns around me looked at each other in shock when they saw this. Some of them suddenly remembered Fang Chen who had been a guest at Biyue Temple, and they were all shocked!

If it was really that person, today's matter would be easily resolved!

As soon as the two girls arrived on the fairy boat, they not only saw Fang Chen, but also Master Zhuyue, and they were immediately overjoyed.

"Master, Prince, it's really you."

Master Qinghe's face was full of smiles. She was no longer the little girl she was before. Her mature charm was even worse than that of Master Zhuyue, but she still smiled as before, without any impurities.

"Master."

Fang Qingyao first saluted Master Zhuyue, and then came to Fang Chen with a blushing face and saluted:

"Qingyao has met the Crown Prince."

"The female shopkeeper of the small chamber of commerce is now a foundation-building monk. Miss Qingyao, when I return to Daxia this time, I see that the Mercy Hall is managed by someone dedicated to it. You are interested."

Fang Chen smiled and nodded.

Fang Qingyao has been wandering around the world for many years, but now when she sees Fang Chen, her head is still blank and she doesn't know what to say.

It happened that the peasant woman and Taoist Crow were also flying into the air at this moment, which made Fang Qingyao not so embarrassed.

When everyone saw that Master Zhuyue was there, they felt reassured. The Crown Prince Fang had a very good relationship with Master Zhuyue back then, far surpassing them.

I thought that this person would also help a group of cultivators from the Fire Nation today.

"I've been waiting for Prince Fang!"

After a group of foundation builders arrived at the immortal boat, they all saluted with respectful expressions.

"No need to be polite."

Fang Chen glanced at them and found that the cultivation of these foundations had improved more or less over the years, and at the end they had also improved to a small level.

Only Master Zhuyue, because of some old injuries in his body, his cultivation has been stuck in the middle stage of foundation building.

"He's saved! It turns out that the monks from Tiannan Sect and Beast Spirit Valley recognize this senior!"

"The two masters from Biyue Temple are also up here. This senior has a close connection with our Fire Nation cultivation world? I've never heard of such a senior before?"

"You guys... look at whether that person looks like Ye Wenxiu from the Qingzhou Sword Sect?"

Someone stood taller and could just see half of Ye Wenxiu's body when he looked up.

Everyone looked at it carefully and their expressions were suddenly shocked.

The monks of the Qingzhou Sword Sect came on this immortal boat. Could it be that...

"Is that Headmaster Fang back!?"

"I heard that he might also be a swordsman with a very impressive background..."

"Wait, sword cultivator!? What did that guy say just now? He seemed to be saying that the ancestor of the Fire Nation was also a sword cultivator!?"

"No way……"

Everyone looked at each other in shock. The fact that the ancestor of the Fire Nation was secretly promoted to the golden elixir was enough to shock them. If they were still sword cultivators, this status... would be enough to sweep through the Fire Nation's cultivation world with one sword!

The people on the fairy boat were reminiscing about the past, but the ancestor of the Fire Nation was a little surprised and uncertain at the moment.

King Zhanjiao quietly came to him and whispered: "Ancestor, this person seems to be coming with bad intentions..."

The ancestor of the Fire Nation decided to take the initiative. He was not just an ordinary monk. Even his identity as a sword cultivator was slightly inferior to his true identity.

He cupped his fists and said, "Senior recognizes me, but why have I never seen senior before?"

"Of course you haven't seen me, but you should have heard of General Qinglong."

Fang Chen smiled.

The ancestor of the Fire Nation took a breath of cold air and looked at Fang Chen in surprise: "Senior is talking about something, I can't understand what I'm saying..."

“If you don’t understand, there’s no need to understand.”

Fang Chen smiled and just blew out a breath, which turned into a strong wind and swept away. In front of everyone's eyes, the ancestor of the Fire Nation was completely stripped of his flesh and blood, and turned into a white skeleton and fell heavily to the ground.

Everyone looked at the scattered skeletons on the ground and couldn't recover for a while...

The dignified golden elixir died in such a careless manner?

King Zhanjiao was shocked and angry, and was about to take action, but saw that Gangfeng had no intention of stopping. He didn't even have time to let out a miserable howl, and then followed in the footsteps of the ancestors of the Fire Nation.

Chen Congfeng looked at this scene, and he could no longer hide the shock in his heart.

"You can handle the rest of them on your own."

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

When everyone heard this, they immediately understood and flew towards the surrounding monks in the worship hall.

Although these monks from the Enshrining Hall have some tricks up their sleeves, seeing with their own eyes the fate of the ancestors of the Fire Nation and King Zhan Jiao, their fighting spirit has long been shattered. There is only fear in their hearts, and they cannot display their strength at all. Those who were beaten abandoned their armor and fled again and again.