Fang Chen's eyes moved and he took out a Dragon Yuan Fruit. Zhulong looked at it and was ready to move, but it could also understand that the Dragon Yuan Fruit was not for it.
This was the last Dragon Yuan Fruit. Fang Chen deliberately kept it as a spare, but he didn't expect it to come in handy at this moment.
"Dragon Yuan Fruit can increase the life span of a mortal by a hundred yuan, and it can indeed kill someone."
A smile appeared on Fang Chen's face.
If Zhou Tianzhi hadn't reminded him, he would have almost forgotten this incident.
"Well..."
Fang Chen pondered for a few moments and suddenly laughed at himself. It was not that he had forgotten, but that his brain was not working very well now.
Many memories have even become blurred, which is obviously a precursor to the end of life.
"Brother, the time to take this Dragon Yuan Fruit must be just right. If your cultivation level is still there, taking it will not be of much use.
If your cultivation level is not there, with your current life span, you will die soon. If a person dies, there will be little point in taking the Dragon Yuan Fruit."
Fang Chen nodded lightly.
Time passes day by day.
When the last drop of spiritual blood flowed out, the remaining flesh and blood of Fang Chen began to wither.
"Brother, what are you waiting for!"
Zhou Tianzhijian's voice sounded like a yellow bell in Fang Chen's ears.
Fang Chen grabbed the Long Yuan Fruit and threw it into his mouth.
The Dragon Yuan Fruit turns into a warm current and blends into the limbs and bones.
Gradually, the death energy on Fang Chen's body continued to dissipate, and his flesh and blood became a little fuller, but his appearance still did not change much. He still looks the same as an eighty or ninety-year-old man.
"No matter what, my life was saved."
Zhou Tianzhijian's voice was full of joy.
"Your Majesty, how do you feel now?"
The white paper man asked softly.
Feel?
Fang Chen moved his body and made an old and hoarse voice from his throat:
"I feel pretty good and I can walk."
As he guessed, the spiritual power no longer rebounded after hitting bottom, and there was no trace of spiritual power in the body.
Not only that, even his soul has become no different from ordinary people, unable to leave the body as he once did.
All in all, except that he is still in the Three Thousand Dao realm, and there are black and white paper figures, Zhou Tianzhijian, Xiaojian, and Zhulong beside him, everything is just like an ordinary old man.
Not even as good as those old men.
His eyes are blind.
In the past, even without the Beginning Immortal Eye, he could still see everything around him with his keen mind.
But now, his sharp mind has become very dull. Even if there is a person standing in front of him, he may not be able to notice it as long as the other person does not make a sound.
The small sword, Zhou Tianzhijian, even the candle dragon, and the black and white paper man could no longer be captured. He could not even use the desolate talisman to return to the desolate courtyard after leaving the Three Thousand Dao Realm.
However, he could vaguely feel a special breath circulating in his body, and this breath was the essence and blood of the Zhulong that he had swallowed.
This aura is still there, which means that he has not really failed to condense the baby, but just needs some adjustments.
"Xiao Zhou, how long have I been here?"
Fang Chen asked casually.
"Brother, tomorrow will be exactly ten years."
Zhou Tian’s lesson.
"Exactly ten years? What a pity..."
Fang Chen sighed.
There is abundant spiritual power in the Three Thousand Dao realm, which is of great help to him in re-cultivating the introductory chapter of the Three Thousand Dao method.
Unfortunately, the time given to him was no longer enough, and he did not have enough middle-grade spiritual stones to enter the Three Thousand Dao Realm again.
Even if there were, with his current mortal body, he probably wouldn't be able to activate the stone beads.
The next day.
Fang Chen returned to the rock again. Before entering the Three Thousand Dao Realm, the young man was a high-spirited young man. Now he set foot here again, but he was old and frail.
"Your Majesty, Miao Yan's body is here."
The black paper man reminded.
"Miao Yan's body should have been in the Sea of Immortals and Demons, but now it appears here. It seems that his death really alarmed the Golden Lion Immortal.
This method of descending from the air is somewhat similar to that of Pudu Tianzun, and the incense method is probably of the same origin."
Seeing that Fang Chen was silent, the white paper man said softly: "Your Majesty, we can't stay alone in this world for too long. Should we leave this place first and find a safe place?"
"Thank you both."
Fang Chen nodded slightly.
Seeing this, the black and white paper figures lifted up Fang Chen and let Fang Chen sit on his shoulders and flew straight away.
At that time.
In Central Continent, a melodious bell rang, and countless monks were startled, then chuckled and shook their heads.
It’s the death knell again, another fairy seedling has fallen in Central Continent.
Not long ago, there were several calls, and it was confirmed that those who died were Meng Tianshu, Yang Qing, Fang Ze, Ding Wan, and Du Kong.
I just don’t know who this person is now.
In the Xuxian Sword Sect, countless sword cultivators stopped what they were doing and looked up at the main peak.
A deafening bell was ringing from the other side of the main peak.
"Who fell!?"
"This is the death of the immortal seedlings, and the only immortal seedlings in our Sword Sect are..."
Everyone was shocked and rushed towards the main peak together.
When they arrived at the main peak, they found that Zhang Ling and others from Jijian Peak had already gathered here, with solemn expressions on their faces.
After a while, Wang Zhenlong walked out of the sect master's hall and looked at everyone with indifferent expressions:
"The bells rang in the Huangyuan and the three thousand gates. It has been confirmed that the one who fell is my disciple Fang Chen."
"How could it be Senior Brother Fang!?"
Langya Wenqiu and others couldn't believe it.
Fang Chen is now the sword leader of the Sword Sect, why did he fall so suddenly!?
Qin Hucheng looked at the group of junior brothers and sisters and sighed softly: "This bell...can't go wrong."
His eyes were complicated, had Fang Chen really fallen?
Zhang Ling and others had complicated expressions. Counting this one, the three disciples recruited by Wang Zhenlong were all dead...
"You don't have to be sad, his soul lamp has not been extinguished."
Wang Zhenlong Dao.
Everyone looked at each other.
Since the soul lamp is not extinguished, why... does the death knell of the fairy seedling sound?
Zhang Ling looked solemn: "Your Majesty, did Fang Chen fail to condense the baby..."
Did Ning Ying fail...
Everyone was thoughtful.
Wang Zhenlong nodded lightly: "Mr. Ji from the Huangyuan also thinks so, so Ningying must have failed."
Langya Wenqiu breathed a sigh of relief, it was good that she was not dead, but then she remembered the situation of the monks who failed in Ningying, and her expression became extremely worried.
"The failure of Ningying... means that he has become a mortal. Even if he wants to rebuild, he doesn't have enough longevity. We don't know where he is at the moment. There is no place to pick him up. And he... I'm afraid he doesn't have the ability.
Walk back."
The bearded swordsman whispered to himself.
"Right now we have two things to do. The first is to establish a new sword leader."
Wang Zhenlong said in a deep voice: "The second thing is, after the sword head is confirmed, you all go out to find Fang Chen. I want to see the person alive, and I want to see the corpse if he is dead."
The major peak masters looked at each other, it was easy to find someone, just to re-establish the sword head...
"Qin Hucheng of Ji Jian Peak obeys the order."
Wang Zhenlong said calmly.
Everyone was slightly startled and looked at Qin Hucheng.
"The disciple is here."
Qin Hucheng clasped his hands and bowed in salute.
"From today onwards, you will be the sword leader of the Xuxian Sword Sect, and the path of learning swordsmanship will be yours."
Wang Zhenlong said calmly.
"Disciple, take your orders."
Qin Hucheng nodded slowly.
The major peak masters frowned slightly. Although Qin Hu was not weak in cultivation, there was still some gap compared with the same level sword cultivators of Ditian and Beidou...
Just when they wanted Wang Zhenlong to think about it again, Wang Zhenlong had already turned around and left:
"Next, let's go get him back. I only have three disciples, and two are dead. I don't want the third one to die on the way."
"Oh, just listen to the old man."
The leader of the Xuxian Sword Sect sighed softly.
Zhang Ling and others were silent for a moment, then nodded slowly and led everyone away. This chapter has been completed!