As the three steps in breaking the limit, Xu Laogui was so glorious that he had to hold on until now. He shouted in horror that he admitted his mistake.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the sword stance was like eyes growing, and it struck his neck.
Xu Laogui's head fell from the sky and his fairy blood was thrown away.
Such scenes and such wailings come one after another.
Fang Chen was paying attention to where their souls were going.
I saw that every dead magical person would be taken away by black and white figures in an instant.
This efficiency is much higher than that of the Nine Realms Period.
"The current soul clan is obviously in a prosperous period, which is not right... Even in the Nine Realms period, the soul clan in the Divine Realm is probably still in a prosperous period.
The decline is just the Nine Realms.”
Fang Chen sighed secretly in his heart.
From this point alone, we can imagine how efficient the soul clan in the underworld operates.
Whenever a creature dies, their souls will not have the chance to stay in the world for long, but they will be captured in the underworld in a blink of an eye.
Next is reincarnation or becoming a soul clan, that's a story later.
At least in the world, it is kept clean and free of lonely ghosts.
I don't know how long it took.
The clouds and mists in all directions have dissipated.
In the void, there were no other figures except the three saints.
Even birds dare not fly here at this moment.
"What's your sword... called?"
The saints of thousands of paths sighed helplessly.
Fang Lie bowed and said, "This is the eight desolate immortals."
"Is it that the Eight Desert Immortal..."
Everyone showed their yearning. If they could teach this magical power, they were afraid that they could also transform into peerless powerful people!
"As soon as you are promoted to the saint position, you can drive away Jin Yang and Luo Xue with one sword. Your method... is beyond my imagination, which also means that I am right to protect you.
If you kill these guys, you will be angry and show your attitude. Don’t use this sword easily in the future.”
After saying that, the saints of thousands of ways waved their sleeves and turned around and left, disappearing into the void in an instant.
"I'll leave first, as I am, I'm afraid that it has caused many people's dissatisfaction when I appear here today."
The saint forgotten talked briefly with Fang Lie, then said goodbye and left.
At the same time, the half-saints who belonged to the Wandao Alliance on Chaoxian Tower also left one after another with their subordinates.
Since they have watched the ceremony, they have achieved their goal today, so there is no need to stay here for a long time.
"I'm leaving, too."
Fang Cangyue smiled at Fang Cangyou and wanted to leave with his soul clan.
"Don't you wait for the old man?"
Fang Cangyou frowned.
"Humans and ghosts have different paths, so I should not stay in the world for a long time."
After saying that, Fang Cangyue and his men gradually dissipated.
Also dissipated were the 100,000 Soul Clan in Burial Dragon City.
"Why……"
Fang Cangyou sighed softly, then muttered:
"It's a pity that I couldn't get the burial of snow this time."
The people in the Fang clan looked a little strange.
Fang Qianxue sighed softly, without saying anything.
Fang Cangyou seemed to notice that this sentence was not right, so he smiled at Fang Qianxue:
"I'm just angry at Xue, but I'm not angry at you."
"I know."
Fang Qianxue nodded gently.
Immediately afterwards, Fang Lie slowly landed on Chaoxian Tower.
Everyone present, including semi-saints from all sides, saluted respectfully.
Fang Lie gave a few words, and then took the semi-saint present to the Xiezhi gate alone, obviously taking them to Xiezhi.
"If you don't dislike it, go to our Xiezhi to sit down. To celebrate the emergence of our clan, the holy tower of our clan can be opened for you for free."
Fang Cangyou smiled lightly.
Everyone immediately responded with a smile and followed the magical powers of the square clan to Xiezhi.
Xie Zhi, the small courtyard where Fang Chen lives.
"Fang Han, why don't you go to the Holy Tower? I see that many people have entered this time."
Wang Chongsong asked curiously.
Fang Han smiled: "I'm reaching the limit, and it's no use to enter the Holy Tower again. I have to practice steadily for a while before talking about it."
"He has just left the Holy Tower, so how could he come out and go in again."
Fang Chen poured a cup of tea for Wang Chongsong and Fang Han.
"Lao Fang, I heard that your bloodline is so pure that it is comparable to the three generations of ancestors. What exactly do you exist in this clan?"
Wang Chongsong suddenly had a meal when he was about to drink tea and asked curiously.
Fang Han also looked at Fang Chen with curious eyes.
"You are so well-informed that you should know that my memory is missing. I also want to ask you, what exactly do I exist? I wonder if your patrol department records it?"
Fang Chen smiled.
"If so, do you still need to ask you?"
Wang Chongsong curled his lips, then lowered his voice with a little excitement:
"Can foreign tribes have the chance to be taught by the magical powers of the Eight Desolates?"
"Brother Wang, you have no idea. Unless you can worship Fang Sheng as your teacher, how can you teach such supernatural powers to you?"
Fang Han shook his head repeatedly, "Even if we are our own people, maybe anyone can get this inheritance."
"yes."
Fang Chen nodded.
The three of them chatted while drinking tea. While drinking, Fang Ding also brought several Nine Turn Realms to the door. Seeing this, they drank tea and discussed the truth, telling some rumors about the Ming Ruins or some strange stories from foreign tribes.
"Where are you drinking?"
Fang Cangyou suddenly pushed the wheelchair and walked in.
Seeing this, everyone stood up one after another, feeling a little surprised and confused.
Wang Chongsong was secretly shocked. Why did this second-generation ancestor of the Fang clan suddenly come here?
"You guys keep drinking. I'm here to find Fang Chen. Come, come with me, the old man wants to see you."
Fang Cangyou waved to Fang Chen and turned around and left. Seeing this, Fang Chen accused everyone of crimes and then quickly followed.
Everyone was shocked, Sheng Fang wanted to see this person!?
"I just say that his identity is extraordinary, and the third generation of ancestors... I'm afraid it's not the bloodline of Fang Sheng?"
Wang Chongsong sighed in his heart.
...
...
This is a magnificent hall. Although Fang Chen has been staying in Xiezhi for many years, he has never approached this hall.
Whenever you want to get close, you will be blocked. However, whether the palace is opened depends on Fang Lie.
Now, Fang Chen followed Fang Cangyou and came to the hall without any obstacles.
Fang Lie was standing in the center of the hall, playing with a mini black tower in his hand.
The black tower is made of unknown material, but it looks scaryly black, as if it will completely suck the light around it into it.
"Eighteen Luotian Prison Tower?"
Fang Chen's thoughts moved slightly, afraid that this ancestor Lie was not going to keep the promise of the Immortal Sect of Reincarnation and return this thing to him?
"Here, it is a blessing that some people in our Fang family can be attracted by the Samsara Immortal Sect.
According to the rules, I will not ask you the origin, nor will I ask you what has nothing to do with this."
Fang Lie looked at Fang Chen and said with a smile.
Rules?
Fang Chen was slightly stunned. He had never heard of such a rule.
"This tower has suppressed 100,000 souls. You can take it back and refine it slowly. They are all first-class strong men. Although their souls are incomplete and their cultivation has decreased, they have won a lot of them.
It is enough to use it as a cannon fodder."
Fang Lie threw the Eighteen Luotian Prison Tower to Fang Chen and said with a faint smile.
Fang Chen was slightly stunned. One hundred thousand souls? Could it be the group of strong men who were killed by him just now?
But he clearly saw their souls being brought into the underworld...