Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Wandao Tower, Neizong.

With Sun Susu's cultivation, she has been one of the true disciples for a long time. Not only does she have her own cave, but the entire cave within a hundred miles is hers.

Spiritual springs, spiritual veins, spiritual fields, everything is available.

Sun Beiwang and another Sun woman had never seen this kind of scene before. They had never even been to the main line of the Sun family before.

"Owner."

The three paper figures slowly walked up to the crowd.

"This is Wandao Tower's spirit-enchanting technique. You will learn it later."

Sun Susu said calmly.

"It turns out this is the art of enchantment."

Sun Beiwang's eyes flashed with excitement.

"Follow them to their residence. From now on, you should practice well here and don't cheat. Every once in a while, I will test your progress in practice."

Sun Susu said.

"yes!"

The three of them saluted together, and then each followed a paper man and left.

The paper man who led Fang Chen took him to a cave dozens of miles away. In front of the cave was a fertile spiritual field.

There is a mountain spring nearby, and the spring water surging in it is very spiritual. I am afraid that if you take a sip, the effect will not be weaker than ordinary low-grade spiritual stones.

If Fang Chen is really a mortal who has never set foot on the immortal path, he is practicing in a place like this.

It is estimated that it will take seven or eight years to complete the accumulation of Qi refining stage and start building the foundation.

When the paper man left, Fang Chen gradually melted into the shadows and disappeared.

The sect in Wandao Tower is very large, so it is unlikely that we can search this place in a short time.

Fang Chen specifically looked for places with the aura of forbidden laws, but the forbidden laws in these places could not stop him.

I searched for more than a dozen places in succession, some of which were the caves of monks in the ascension stage, and some of which were places where first-turn scattered immortals could cultivate in secret.

There are no useful clues.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

"Why are you so slow? Senior Brother Yan is hosting a banquet. If you are late, be careful to make him angry!"

"Didn't you come here immediately after receiving the news? Why did Senior Brother Yan hold a banquet this time?"

"You really don't know or you don't know?"

"Come on, don't be secretive. I've been practicing in seclusion for more than a hundred years. How can I know what's going on in the outside world?"

"Senior Brother Yan has made a breakthrough..."

"hiss--"

"Senior Brother Yan has made such a breakthrough... doesn't he become the youngest loose immortal in the history of Wandao Tower? I remember that he is less than a thousand years old this year..."

"Who says it's not the case? This time, people from the Yin Sheng Sect, the Great Sun Sect, the Du Clan, the Qu Clan, and the Nine Immortals Mountain Holy Land came to congratulate me."

"Well... other things are easy to say. The purpose of Du's and Qu's coming... may not be simple. It is probably about the affairs of the Long and Sun families."

A group of Hedao flew past Fang Chen, and Fang Chen immediately followed them with a thought.

This is a bamboo forest covering hundreds of miles in radius. There are countless immortal birds and spiritual beasts. Spiritual fields are everywhere, and various spiritual trees and elixirs are planted.

There is also a turbulent spiritual river that runs through the entire bamboo forest. The spiritual power is abundant, dozens of times stronger than Sun Susu's dojo!

Even the Three Thousand Dao Gates with the Great White Lotus planted there are far inferior to this one. They are far behind.

When Fang Chen arrived, hundreds of Wandao Tower True Disciples were already sitting here.

Most of these disciples are monks in the Hedao stage, some are in the Tribulation Stage, and a few are in the Ascension stage.

The seats are ranked based on cultivation level. The higher the cultivation level, the further forward you sit. There are more true disciples coming from behind, and he also saw Sun Susu.

However, with Sun Susu's cultivation level, she can only sit on the periphery now.

Countless paper figures were walking among the crowd holding spiritual fruit and spirit wine in their hands.

In the center of this group of monks, six figures sat cross-legged.

These six people are equally divided between men and women. The only thing they have in common is that the auras on their bodies have all reached the realm of the First Transformation Immortal.

"This person is sixty-seven points similar to Nangong Yuancheng."

Fang Chen's eyes fell on a Sanxian.

This Sanxian looked to be in his early thirties, dressed in plain clothes, and his eyes were easy-going with a kind of indifference to everything.

Not surprisingly, this person should be Nangong Yuancheng's eldest brother who practices in the Nine Immortals Mountain Holy Land.

"Fellow Taoist Nangong, I am very happy that you can come this time. I would like to propose a toast to you."

The young man sitting in the middle of the six people raised his glass.

Unexpectedly, the other party had no intention of drinking, but just glanced at him lightly:

"Fellow Daoist Yan, there is no need to drink wine. I am here today to congratulate you on your promotion to the realm of Sanxian. Secondly, I want to ask if the disciples of the Long family who are under your protection at Wandao Pavilion can be left to me."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the other loose immortals changed. The expressions of the loose immortals from the Qu family and the Du family were obviously not good-looking.

"Nangong Yuanzhen, it is a great joy for Yan Haoran to be promoted to Sanxian today. Why do you have to mention this?"

Nangong Yuanzhen's eyes fell on a woman and said lightly:

"Quge, my brother and Zhao Mingxuan died together, and this incident is most likely related to the Long family. I want to find out about this matter. Will it hinder you, the Qu family?"

The nearby Zhenzhuans saw that Nangong Yuanzhen seemed to have come with bad intentions, so they pretended not to notice. They were all eating spiritual fruits, drinking spiritual wine, and talking softly to the left and right, but they were always paying attention to these people from the corner of their eyes.

"The four powerful families may be fighting, but now that the Long family and the Sun family have encountered changes, even if they have some friendship back then, they shouldn't add insult to injury at this moment."

The other woman spoke slowly.

She was born into the wealthy Du family, and her name was Du Anxian.

She, Qu Ge, Yan Haoran, Nangong Yuanzhen and others are the geniuses who finally made it through in Prison Wind Land.

For example, Long Ruo, Sun Susu, and even Long Ying could only be regarded as their descendants.

"This is what you think. I don't even bother to add insult to injury. I just want to know by whose hands my brother died."

Nangong Yuanzhen said calmly.

"Fellow Daoist Nangong, this matter is actually simple. If you think about it carefully, you will know the truth. Your brother naturally died at the hands of the sword cultivator Li Changsheng brought. He was carrying a spiritual treasure and wanted to kill Zhao Mingxuan and yours. My brother, it’s easy.”

A young man with an overly rosy complexion drank and said with a smile:

"For this matter, you still have to go to Li Changsheng and the others to seek justice. It depends on whether you dare. However, although these sword cultivators are strong, the Holy Land of Nine Immortals Mountain is not afraid of them."

Today there are many true stories from the Long family and the Sun family. When they heard what this person said, a flash of resentment flashed in their eyes.

If it weren't for Li Changsheng and this group of sword cultivators, how could the Long family and the Sun family have become so lonely in less than a year.

Even their disciples were implicated, and they were often stared at and teased in Wandao Tower.

"I heard that someone in your Sun Sect suffered a defeat at the hands of Li Changsheng. Could it be that you want to use this to make the Nine Immortals Mountain Holy Land stand up for your Sun Sect?"

Nangong Yuanzhen was not fooled and let out a faint chuckle.

The rosy-faced young man was noncommittal: "The hatred is nothing, it's just a misunderstanding.

In the beginning, it was only because a disciple of the Sun family in our sect was killed because of his distraction that he had some conflicts with Li Changsheng. This was nothing.

Now, I, the Great Sun Sect, will naturally not come forward for the Sun family again. "

Fang Chen felt that he couldn't find any clues here, so he could only listen to this group of loose immortals arguing with each other, so he planned to turn around and leave.

A paper man happened to be walking towards me carrying melons and fruits. His face was very similar to Hong Qing's.