Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"Ancestor, King Ji Immortal, can you see me?"

Yu Qingmei couldn't help but call out.

The two of them glanced at him together, then looked back, looking at Fang Chen thoughtfully.

They can see me!

Yu Qingmei was a little happy, and just about to make a move, a delicate voice came from her ears:

"You are now the maid given to me by the Crown Prince. A maid must behave like a maid. The master didn't say anything. Why are you yelling so randomly? Come and teach her a few people."

Before Yu Qingmei could react, she was picked up by several people and taken into the sedan chair.

She yelled in horror, hoping that Ancestor Li Xiao and King Ji Xian could help, but they seemed not to hear, and remained motionless and unresponsive.

…

Gai Wu looked at Yu Qingmei's body. It took him several breaths before he reacted. He looked up at Fang Chen with cold eyes:

"You only win for a moment, but the Blood Spirit Religion will win for the rest of your life."

Before anyone could react, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Gai Wu's vitality gradually dissipated, and he turned into a corpse in an instant.

Everyone was shocked, first the ancestor Li Xiao, then Mr. Ji from Huangyuan, and now even Yu Qingmei, the wife of King Zhentian, and his son Gai Wu were dead...

The number of big shots who died in Lixiao today is a bit scary...

Gai Wu's wandering soul walked out of the corpse with a dazed look in his eyes.

"Who told you that the Blood Spirit Sect can win in this lifetime? The world is still undecided, and you can't do anything you say."

Fang Chen looked at Gai Wu and smiled.

It was not surprising that everyone thought Fang Chen was talking to Gai Wu's corpse.

Only Gai Wu, after hearing Fang Chen's voice and seeing Fang Chen's eyes, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He was dead, but the other party could see him as a lonely ghost.

Before Gai Wu could open his mouth, a line of red sleeves swept over him. When he came to his senses, he had already appeared beside the big red sedan chair.

Ancestor Li Xiao and King Ji Xian treated him better than Yu Qingmei. Both of them glanced at Gai Wu and winked.

From death to now, through some thinking, the two of them have vaguely understood their current situation. While they are shocked, they are also thinking about how to protect themselves in order to turn around in the future.

"I see……"

Gai Wu's face showed a sudden realization. He finally understood why Fang Chen's methods were so weird and able to control such a strong man.

Not surprisingly, the origins of these powerful men may have nothing to do with the human world.

Seeing Gai Wu's death, everyone's eyes subconsciously fell on Qin Hucheng and the three Xuanxian.

The three Xuanxian seemed to have lost all their strength and looked at Xun Xiyin feebly:

"Do the three of us have a chance to survive?"

"If you make up for your mistakes, can you... forgive us?"

Xun Xiyin shook his head gently: "If it's wrong, it's wrong."

There was a trace of unwillingness in the hearts of the three of them. Just when they were about to make a move, the corpses were smashed one by one by Panshan Zhenjun with Fang Tian Huaji.

Their wandering souls stood there blankly, and in the next second they were swept away by the red sleeves and caught beside the Empress Dowager Ci.

Looking at everything in front of them, the three Xuanxian wandering souls also showed a hint of enlightenment.

What's the point of fighting?

The other party can not only control the power of the human world, but also affect the underworld.

After the death of the three Xuanxian who betrayed the Lingzhan Division, everyone's eyes fell on Qin Hucheng.

This sword cultivator from the Xuxian Sword Sect has the same origin as Fang Chen. The difference is that the former is affiliated with the Blood Spirit Sect, while the latter is affiliated with the Lingzhan Division.

The same sect has taken two completely different paths, and there is no room for change between the two sides.

"Junior brother Fang, as a senior brother, I am a little relieved and a little envious that such a strong person can be used by you."

Qin Hucheng smiled and said, "Now that King Ji Xian, Ancestor Li Xiao, and Gai Wu are all dead, why don't you give me a ride? I don't blame you."

Looking at the swordsman in front of them who was calmly facing death, many people showed a hint of astonishment.

Wang Yi frowned. The man in front of him understood the intention of the Death Sword and was not afraid of death. Why... was he willing to be a lackey of the Blood Spirit Sect?

In his opinion, sword cultivators are the hardest to bribe, let alone the top among sword cultivators!

Fang Chen was silent for a few breaths, "Why?"

"There are so many reasons in the world."

Qin Hucheng smiled and shook his head: "Don't ask."

"Fang Chen, you still don't understand? He must have joined the Blood Spirit Cult for the Blood Spirit Pill. This kind of thing can improve a monk's cultivation and even help break through bottlenecks.

Ask the monks present, which one has not bought it privately? If it is served to them, will they eat it or not? "

Xu Peng said in a deep voice.

Everyone's expressions changed and they all glared at Xu Peng. This idiot just said, why bother involving them! ?

Although Zhao Jiaolong and others felt that Xu Peng's words at this moment were a bit abrupt, they also believed that they should be so.

What else could you do to join the Blood Spirit Cult, but for the Blood Spirit Pill?

"You are you, he is him, you are different."

Fang Chen smiled at Xu Peng, then glanced at Shi Long.

Shi Long understood, grabbed Xu Peng, slapped him a dozen times, and then threw him back at the feet of Zhao Jiaolong and others.

Xu Peng had been beaten into a daze and should be unable to speak again.

"Junior brother, send me off. I'm tired anyway. I'm satisfied to have a swordsman like you."

Qin Hucheng smiled lightly.

Fang Chen nodded lightly, and pierced Qin Hucheng's eyebrows with a sword. The terrifying sword force swept all over his body in an instant, and Qin Hucheng's vitality was being annihilated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He didn't resist at all, but showed a faint smile, as if he had dropped a heavy burden.

But then, he discovered that he was not plunged into darkness and could still see everything in front of him.

"Senior brother, sometimes death is not the end. Are you willing to tell me now why you joined the Blood Spirit Cult?"

Fang Chen looked at Qin Hucheng's wandering soul and said softly.

It took Qin Hucheng several breaths to understand the situation in front of him. He saw the wandering soul of Ji Xianwang and Gai Wu. After a while, he looked at Fang Chen with a strange expression:

"What's going on? When our monks die, will they become lonely ghosts?"

"Monks and mortals are the same in this respect. There is no distinction between superior and inferior. Monks also become ghosts after death."

Fang Chen smiled.

"So to say……"

Qin Hucheng discovered that Shilong, Panshan Zhenjun, and the loving empress seemed to be able to see him, and he gradually felt enlightened.

These powerful men...may not come from the human world.

"It seems that what you encountered during that trip to Ning Ying is beyond our imagination."

Qin Hucheng sighed, and then smiled: "Anyway, I am dead now. It doesn't make any difference whether I tell you or not. I can tell you, but I'm afraid that after you know it, you will no longer be able to hold the sword steadily. .”

"Say, I have a big heart and can bear it."

Fang Chen said.

"You know, in the eyes of some people, our sword cultivators are just pawns who can be discarded after using them."

Qin Hucheng smiled lightly.