Wanwu Tianzun

Chapter 900

Fang Mian was stunned, and said in surprise: "People outside can't get in, people inside can't get out? How could there be such a weird formation?"

The old man snorted, "That's why it's called Juezhen!"

Xiao Chen nodded and said: "That's right, most formations have life gates! But once there are life gates, there will be room for outsiders to crack the formations! But these three great formations do not leave life gates. Gate, the meaning of this formation itself is to perish together!"

Fang Mian was surprised: "Then even if you use external force to break in, it won't work?"

Xiao Chen shook his head and said: "No, let's not talk about the power of this formation. Ordinary ninth-level peak powerhouses can't easily break through it! Even if it is broken, this formation will destroy itself, and all the things inside will be swept away. Go into the turbulent flow of space!"

"What? It's like this?" Fang Mian's face was extremely ugly.

He turned his head, looked at the old man on the throne, and said with a wry smile: "Ghost King's Mian, Netherworld Staff...the two treasures of my Necromancer Sect, are they really unable to appear in this world again?"

Having said that, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Hmph, it's a good thing to be in that kind of harmful thing!" the old man snorted.

Fang Mian gave him a hard look, but didn't say much.

But at this moment, Xiao Chen's heart moved, and he said: "Perhaps, not necessarily!"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Fang Mian was shocked.

Xiao Chen said indifferently: "The three great formations can block all life and attacks, but other things can't block them! For example, if the two magic tools inside are not injected with spiritual energy, they can still enter and exit."

"So it is!" Fang Mian exclaimed in surprise.

The old man snorted and said, "That's true, but the things are inside after all, we can't get in, how can the magic weapon come out? Do you still expect the dead man to release the things?"

After hearing this, Fang Mian was embarrassed again.

Yes, now it seems that it is indeed unrealistic.

But at this moment, Xiao Chen suddenly said: "That's right, I'm counting on him!"

"What do you mean?" Both of them were stunned.

Xiao Chen glanced at Fang Mian, and said: "You are the current suzerain of the Necromancer Sect and the successor of this senior, you kneel here and tell me about the current crisis of the Necromancer Sect, maybe he will help you! "

"What?"

The two people on the opposite side had black lines on their faces.

The founder of the mountain is already dead, so what's the use of talking about it now?

"If I let you kneel, kneel!" Xiao Chen snorted.

Fang Mian had no choice but to sigh and knelt on the ground.

"Ancestor, Fang Mian, the seventh-generation successor of Necronomicon Sect No. 90, bows down to you! Master Patriarch, the descendants of future generations are incompetent. , was slaughtered to death, and the former suzerain was even captured by traitors, facing a catastrophe!"

"Fang Mian, a disciple of the later generation, wants to avenge the sect and eradicate the enemy! But the disciples are limited in that they cannot defeat the powerful enemy. I specially invite the founding patriarch to bestow divine weapons so that the disciples can kill the enemy with their own hands and revive the prestige of our Necromancer sect. ! If you are favored by the patriarch, the disciple will cry blood and thank you!"

Bang, bang, bang...

While speaking, Fang Mian began to bow his head.

At first, when Fang Mian said these words, he seemed stiff.

But later on, he couldn't help being moved, and burst into tears and grief.

"Hmph, what's the point of crying? Could it be possible to bring Old Ghost An back to life?" The old man beside him snorted coldly.

But who knows at this moment...

Dang!

The founding master on the throne dropped his hands weakly, and the scepter fell from his hands, stumbling down the jade steps, and finally rolled in front of Fang Mian.

"What?" At this moment, Fang Mian and the old man were all shocked.

"What's going on? Could it be that this old ghost is still alive?" The old man immediately felt like facing a formidable enemy.

But the ancestor Kaishan on the throne, with his hands hanging down and his body slightly tilted, is still lifeless. No matter how he looks at it, he doesn't look like he is still alive.

This time, the old man was even more puzzled.

And Fang Mian wiped his tears, and said: "Master Patriarch must be a heroic spirit, and he came to protect me specially! Disciple Master Patriarch Xie gave me a scepter. With this, I can definitely kill all my enemies! "

After speaking, he kowtowed to the throne a few more times.

At this time, Xiao Chen sighed and said: "Okay, since the matter has been settled, we should go!"

"Yes!" Fang Mian picked up the scepter and left with Xiao Chen.

"Boy, do you know something?" After leaving the throne, the old man asked from the side.

The scene that just happened was so weird that it was beyond his comprehension.

After hearing this, Xiao Chen said noncommittally, "I'm not sure."

The old man frowned and said: "Then I just want to ask you, is that old guy really dead?"

The founder of the Necromancer Sect was his great enemy, and he couldn't bear that the other party was still alive.

After Xiao Chen heard this, he sighed and said, "Of course he is dead!"

"Huh? What's going on here?" The old man became more and more puzzled.

Xiao Chen shook his head and said: "You don't need to ask, no matter whether he lives or dies, he can't possibly pose a threat to you."

"This……"

The old man was even more confused.

However, after a while, he put these things behind him and said to Xiao Chen: "Boy, can you set me free now?"

Xiao Chen nodded and said, "It is possible, but even if you regain your freedom, where do you want to go?"

Hearing Xiao Chen's words, the old man was taken aback for a moment, and then a look of loneliness appeared on his face.

Yes, even if you regain your freedom, where can you go?
Calculating carefully, it has been tens of thousands of years since he was refined into a puppet.

During these tens of thousands of years, his family members, friends, and even enemies have all died.

I have only one soul body left, floating between the sky and the earth, I really became a lonely ghost.

Thinking of this, the old man let out a long sigh, and said, "Now I don't have any fetters anymore, the only thing I care about is perhaps pursuing the ultimate in swordsmanship!"

Xiao Chen looked at him, and said lightly: "But you are just a soul body now, and you without a body can't stand the pressure of heaven at all. Maybe a catastrophe will destroy your body and spirit. In this way How do you pursue the ultimate in swordsmanship?"

The old man froze for a moment, then frowned and said: "In one's life, even if you are the peak of a ninth-order celestial being, you can't escape death. At most, you can prolong your life by ten thousand years, which is already the ultimate! And I, the old man, lived so long It's not a loss for a long time! With my current soul power, I can last at least a hundred years!"

Xiao Chen nodded slightly, and said, "That's right, you really only have a hundred years left now, but what if, what if I let you live another life?"

(End of this chapter)