Fang Chen was slightly stunned and looked at Old Xun carefully, and found that his aura was a little unusual.
"The old guy has been promoted to the second round? There is a future."
The Hei Xuan Ding Tianqi immediately flew out from Fang Chen's arm, wandered around Mr. Xun for a few times, and then complained:
"This time I went to Prison Wind, I almost fell into the hands of a three-turn scattered immortal. Fortunately, this kid had some tricks, but I have lost too much immortal energy, so you have to make up for me."
Without saying a word, Xun bounced his fingers, and a white spot of light suddenly fell on the Black Xuanding Heavenly Flag. It seemed as if it had been drought for a long time. It screamed comfortably and flew outside:
"I'm going to keep sleeping, don't call me if you're fine."
Fang Chen smiled.
During this period, except for the time when Hei Xuan Ding Tianqi woke up on his own initiative, he was sleeping all over the rest.
It’s like sleeping is the only important thing in its life.
"It has existed a bit long. To put it bluntly, it is like a mortal who is in his eighties or nineties. He has good luck and has stepped into the coffin with half his foot. He has been sleeping in it for many years."
Mr. Xun smiled, "If it weren't for the support of the immortals, its spiritual intelligence would have dissipated long ago and turned into an ordinary heavenly magic weapon. Only by sleeping can this change be slowed down."
"The spiritual treasure also has a longevity?"
Fang Chen was a little surprised.
He thought the Hei Xuan Ding Tianqi was so sleepy because of the lack of immortality.
"There are things of wisdom in the world that all have life spans, but their lengths are different."
Mr. Xun said casually: "What happened when you went to the Fengfeng Land this time? Why did Shinto migrate like a mad dog chasing him?"
Fang Chen organized the language a little and explained the matter clearly in a few words.
After hearing this, Mr. Xun couldn't help but sit up straight from the rocking chair, with a serious expression:
"So, the Blood Spirit Sect has firmly gained the upper hand in the Prisoner of Wind?"
"Absolutely, with the cooperation of the three-turned sword cultivator, the three-turned sanctum in the Prisoner Land cannot be their opponent."
Fang Chen nodded.
"No wonder Pu Yuanzhu is going to run away. He, the leader of the Spirit Slaying Secretariat, has had a lot of bad blood spiritual sects in recent years. If he doesn't run away, what awaits him is the disaster of extermination."
Mr. Xun shook his head gently.
Fang Chen suddenly realized that the person in front of him really knew the background of the Lingshen Si, and Pu Yuanzhu's identity was also accurate with his guess.
It is indeed the head of the Lingzhansi here.
"Mr. Xun, have you been promoted to the second transfer?"
Fang Chen Dao.
"Well, with your fairy crystals, and some of my previous preparations, this promotion was quite smooth."
Mr. Xun smiled and nodded, "Combined with the Hei Xuan Ding Tianqi, even if I face the second-turn sword cultivator, I still have the power to fight, but if I take the third-turn action, I will have to run away."
"I haven't heard of the second-turn sword cultivator. This time they will be Li Changsheng and Lu Qingshu. Both of them are reincarnated. I plan to temporarily place the disciples of the Sanqian Daomen Sect in the wasteland courtyard."
Fang Chen Dao.
"You want me to take care of you. There is no problem with this. They don't have to move to the wasteland courtyard. I can stay there for a while."
Mr. Xun smiled faintly.
"It's a laborious old man Xun."
Fang Chen thought about it and thought this was also a good idea.
The Wilderness Courtyard has not interfered in the Blood Spirit Sect over the years. With their temperament, if they learn that Mr. Xun was promoted to the second transfer and had the protection of the Spirit Treasure, they would never have a grudge with him.
"You are out of your body and perfect? It's time to start to get distracted. Don't interfere in this kind of thing anymore. Your own cultivation is the most important thing. When you become promoted to Sanxian one day, you will have more trump cards.
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Mr. Xun's eyes suddenly moved.
Fang Chen nodded slightly: "It's true that he has been out of the body, but... the second disaster has not yet arrived."
"What was your first disaster?"
Old Taoist Xun.
"Devil's Disaster."
Fang Chen Dao.
I wonder if I will encounter another demon disaster this time, but he always felt that the demon ancestor might really exist and had something to do with the demon fetus in the reverse immortals.
"Devil disaster..."
Mr. Xun nodded gently: "Three disasters and nine disasters, actually the most terrifying thing is the magic disaster. Your first disaster has passed, and it will be much better next."
“Can the disaster not repeat?”
Fang Chen was a little surprised.
"It's hard to say, at least I haven't seen repeated disasters over the years."
Mr. Xun smiled and said, "God has to give people a way to live, right? You can't block all the roads, right?"
Fang Chen thought something, chatted for a few more words and stood up to say goodbye.
Mr. Xun sat on the rocking chair and watched. Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he saw Fang Chen falling outside the hall.
"Um... it's a bad disaster."
Mr. Xun smiled.
This disaster can be big or small, and you will be more lucky... Maybe it will pass without illness or pain.
But since it is a bad disaster... how good can you be?
...
...
After leaving the wasteland courtyard, Fang Chen looked solemn. He asked Shi Long to return to the underworld first, while he took out five hundred medium-grade spirit stones and prepared to go to the Three Thousand Dao Realm first.
The second disaster comes, it looks like a bad disaster. If you walk outside at this time, it is tantamount to putting yourself in danger.
But... he had been working on it for a long time but didn't hear anything. The stone bead between his eyebrows seemed to have lost its effectiveness.
"Why is this?? Is it because the disaster is coming, and people are not allowed to leave here?"
Fang Chen's expression changed slightly.
He subconsciously glanced at the sky, and he vaguely suspected that the three disasters and nine disasters might be the rules set by the way of heaven, just like merit.
But the latter is the benefit given by the way of heaven, and the former is the test given by the way of heaven?
"If you can't get to the Three Thousand Dao Realms, then go to Yin."
quite a while.
Fang Chen showed shock, and the road to the underworld could not be opened, so he could not walk through the darkness.
There is only one way to avoid mold disasters at present.
The art of disgust - skinning.
Leaving one's own cause and effect is like grafting the bad disaster.
The art of Tianyan transcends the way of heaven, or it is a magic created by an existence at the same level as the way of heaven.
So it was disgusted by heaven.
But... unless it was absolutely necessary, Fang Chen didn't want to use this technique on himself.
He vaguely felt that if he went to cause and effect without authorization, he might change certain specific things.
Cause and effect are a burden for monks and also a kind of evidence related to the world.
After thinking for a while, Fang Chen's eyes swept, and immediately locked in one direction and broke through the air.
At the fastest speed, he found a land without a trace of monks, and dug a cave on the barren mountain, preparing to stay for a while to survive this bad disaster.
A few days later, the cave collapsed and Fang Chen was buried in it. Fortunately, it was just a small problem. After he climbed out, he built a wooden house for himself with dead trees.
A few days later, the wind and rain were storm, and a flash of lightning struck the wooden house, and the wooden house suddenly ignited a raging flame.
Fang Chen walked out of the wooden house without any injuries, sacrificing spiritual barriers to block the wind and rain.
But for some reason, I still felt a chill that gently swept through his neck through the barrier.
Fang Chen sneezes, then the second and third ones, and his temperature began to rise.