"Fang Sheng, I was wrong, don't kill me!!!"

Xu Laogui, who had broken through the three-step limit, had managed to hold on until now. He shouted in horror, admitting his mistake.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the sword swiped past his neck as if it had eyes.

Xu Laogui's head fell from the sky, and the immortal blood was scattered.

Such scenes and such wailing sounds occurred one after another.

Fang Chen was paying attention to the whereabouts of their souls.

I saw that every dead supernatural power user's soul would be taken away by black and white figures in a blink of an eye.

This kind of efficiency is far higher than that of the Nine Realms period.

"The soul clan today is obviously in a period of strength, no... even in the Nine Realms Period, the soul clan in the God Realm is probably still in a period of strength.

It’s only the Nine Realms that are declining.”

Fang Chen sighed secretly in his heart.

From this point alone, you can imagine how efficiently the soul clan in the underworld operates.

Whenever a living being dies, their soul may not have the chance to stay in the human world for long, but will be captured and taken to the underworld in the blink of an eye.

What happens next is reincarnation or becoming a soul clan? That's a story for another day.

At least the human world is kept clean and free of ghosts.

I do not know how long it has been.

The clouds and fog in all directions have dispersed.

In the void, except for the three saints, there was no other figure.

Even birds dare not fly here at this moment.

"What is your sword... called?"

The Ten Thousand Dao Saint sighed helplessly.

Fang Lie cupped his hands and said, "This is the Bahuang Zhenxian."

"Is Bahuang Zhenxian..."

Everyone looked yearning for it. If they could be taught this magical power, I'm afraid they could become extremely powerful!

"You were able to drive away Jin Yang and Luo Xue with just one sword as soon as you were promoted to the holy rank. Your method... is beyond our imagination. This also shows that we are right to protect you.

By killing these guys, you will be angry and we will show our attitude. Don’t use this sword lightly in the future."

After the Saint of Ten Thousand Paths finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and robe, turned around and left, disappearing into the void in an instant.

"I'm leaving first. With my identity, appearing here today may have caused dissatisfaction among many people."

The Forgetful Saint briefly chatted with Fang Lie for a few words, then said goodbye and left.

At the same time, the half-saints belonging to the Ten Thousand Dao Alliance on the Chaoxian Tower also left with their subordinates one after another.

Now that they have watched the ceremony, their purpose for today has been achieved, so there is no need to stay here for a long time.

"I'm leaving too."

Fang Cangyue smiled at Fang Canyou and left with her soul clan.

"Why don't you wait for me, old man?"

Fang Canyou frowned.

"People and ghosts have different paths. It is not suitable for me to stay in the human world for a long time."

After saying this, the figures of Fang Cangyue and his men gradually disappeared.

Also dissipated along with them were the 100,000 soul clansmen in Dragon Burial City.

"Why……"

Fang Canyou sighed softly, and then muttered:

"It's a pity that we couldn't win Burial Snow this time."

Everyone in the Fang clan looked a little strange.

Fang Qianxue sighed lightly and said nothing.

Fang Canyou seemed to realize that this sentence was not right, so she smiled at Fang Qianxue and said:

"I'm just angry, but I'm not angry with you."

"I know."

Fang Qianxue nodded slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Lie slowly landed on Chaoxian Tower.

Everyone present, including semi-saints from all walks of life, bowed respectfully.

Fang Lie explained a few words, then walked into the Haezhi gate alone with the half-saints present, obviously taking them to Haezhi.

"If you don't mind it, why don't you come and sit with us at Haezhi? In order to celebrate the birth of a saint in our clan, our clan's holy tower can be opened for you, free of charge."

Fang Cang smiled faintly.

Everyone immediately responded with a smile and followed the Fang Clan's magical master to Haizhi.

Haezhi, the small courtyard where Fang Chen lives.

"Fang Han, why don't you go to the Holy Tower? I see many people went in this time."

Wang Chongsong asked curiously.

Fang Han smiled: "I have reached my limit. There is no benefit in entering the Holy Tower anymore. I have to practice steadily for a while."

"He just left the Holy Tower not long ago, how could he come out and go in again."

Fang Chen poured Wang Chongsong and Fang Han each a cup of tea.

"Lao Fang, I heard that your bloodline is as pure as three generations of ancestors. What kind of existence are you in this Fang clan?"

When Wang Chongsong was about to drink tea, he suddenly paused and asked curiously.

Fang Han also looked at Fang Chen with curious eyes.

"You are so well-informed, you should know that I have some memory loss. I also want to ask you, what kind of existence am I? I wonder if your inspection department has records?"

Fang Chen smiled.

"If so, do I need to ask you?"

Wang Chongsong curled his lips, and then lowered his voice a little excitedly:

"Does foreigners have the opportunity to be taught the magical power of Bahuang Zhenxian?"

"Brother Wang, this idea of ​​yours is unacceptable. Unless you can worship Fang Sheng as your teacher, how can such magical powers be taught to you?"

Fang Han shook his head repeatedly, "Even among our own people, there may not be anyone who can get this inheritance."

"yes."

Fang Chen nodded.

The three of them were chatting while drinking tea. Fang Ding also came to the door with a few people from the Nine Transformations Realm. Upon seeing this, they drank tea together and talked about Taoism, telling some rumors about the Mingxu or some strange things from foreign races.

"Are you drinking?"

Fang Canyou suddenly walked in pushing a wheelchair.

When everyone saw this, they stood up one after another, feeling a little surprised and confused.

Wang Chongsong was secretly horrified, why did this second-generation ancestor of the Fang clan suddenly come here?

"You guys keep drinking. I'm here to see Fang Chen. Come on, come with me. The old man wants to see you."

Fang Canyou waved to Fang Chen, then turned around and left. Upon seeing this, Fang Chen apologized to everyone, and then quickly followed.

Everyone was shocked, Fang Sheng wanted to see this person!?

"I just said that his status is not trivial. The third generation ancestor...isn't he a direct bloodline of Fang Sheng?"

Wang Chongsong sighed in his heart.

…

…

This is a magnificent hall. Although Fang Chen has been staying in Haizhi these years, he has never been close to this hall.

Every time he wanted to get close, he would be blocked. Whether the temple was opened or not depended on Fang Lie.

Now, Fang Chen followed Fang Canyou and came to the main hall unimpeded.

Fang Lie was standing in the center of the hall, playing with a mini black tower in his hand.

The small black tower is made of an unknown material. It looks scary and black, as if it completely absorbs the surrounding light into it.
To be continued...