‘Fang Zhentian’ saw that these guys were stunned for a while and didn’t say anything, so he said impatiently:

"Where is Monk Duye? I remember he was there in the first two chess games, why didn't he come out this time?"

Monk Duye?

There was a hint of confusion in everyone's eyes, and only a few monks of Hedao were thinking about it, and they always felt that this title was very familiar.

"Senior, Venerable Duye had already transformed eight hundred years ago."

The King of Zhentian hugged his fists.

"Monkey Duye has been transformed? He is so disappointed. He is so short-lived. Among such a group of people, he can only say a few words to me."

"Fang Zhentian" shook his head and then expressed more than a dozen names.

Everyone had come to their senses and knew that behind these names, there might be an immortal king.

"Senior... they all have transformed into a state of transformation, and the Immortal King has only a lifespan of four thousand years, which is no better than the Senior."

A wry smile appeared on the face of the King of Heaven.

"Are you all dead?"

‘Fang Zhentian’ frowned slightly, his eyes suddenly swept across the void, and he smiled faintly:

"Little guy, what are you hiding?"

Someone else hides?

Everyone showed strange looks, even the King of the Dongzhou Town and others showed up. Who else is still hiding?

"I am worthy of being Senior Fang."

An old voice sounded, and at some point an old man appeared in the void.

The old man stepped on the fairy sword, his wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, and his silver and black hair was scattered on his shoulders.

Everyone tried to open their eyes wide and wanted to see the old man's appearance clearly, but no matter where they were from, they found that they could only see the old man's side face, and they could not even have a little more.

"Who is this person..."

Many people were confused.

Only the monks from the Xuxian Sword Sect showed strange looks.

Who else can this person be? The old sword immortal of their Xuxian Sword Sect.

Now the sect leader’s bad habit is the one who learns.

When the old sword immortal appeared, a deep fear appeared in the eyes of the immortal kings present.

Among them, Ouyang Xuanzhen, the Dayan Taoist Sect, had a hint of fear in her eyes.

It has to be said that the methods of the sword cultivator are unreasonable. They are both in the ascension period, but this person will kill whoever he wants to kill.

Only the ancestors of the religion can suppress them in the world.

"You are a sword cultivator? It seems that you are not old. Have you ever been to the last chess game?"

‘Fang Zhentian’ said with a faint smile.

"I'm lucky enough to finish reading it, and I've been working on it for a total of 547 days."

The old sword fairy smiled.

"Why don't you show it to others in front of you?"

‘Fang Zhentian’ frowned slightly.

Everyone was surprised.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of King Zhentian and others. Could it be that except for them... even Senior Fang could not see the true appearance of the old sword immortal?

"The seniors don't know that the sword skills that the juniors practice are quite special. If they show them to others in front of each other, the sword in their hands will lose its power."

The old sword fairy smiled and said.

"That's really special. That's it. Among so many people present, I like you more. You can take this technique."

"Fang Zhentian" waved his sleeves casually and saw a jade simplified into flowing light and landed directly in the hands of the old sword immortal.

The next moment, "Fang Zhentian" bowed to Yun He and said, "Fellow Daoist will see you next time. When everyone looked at you, he was gone in the air.

Everyone was stunned, is that it's over?

The inheritance of this Senior Fang... was handed over to the old sword immortal of Xuxian Sword Sect!?

Zhentianwang and others showed strange expressions on their faces. Although they were very jealous of the inheritance, they were now in the hands of the old sword immortal.

Don’t talk about them, I’m afraid that even if there are monks hiding around Di Tian and Beidou, I’ll have to weigh it for a while before deciding whether to take action.

Apart from the ancestors... who can still grab things from this old man?

"That's really thankful Senior Fang."

The old sword immortal seemed to be slow to react, and he did not bow to the void until now, and then disappeared into the void in a blink of an eye.

"Fang Zhentian" left, and the old sword immortal also left the place with the inheritance he gave. Now everyone's eyes fell on Yun He.

Not long after 'Fang Zhentian' left, Yun He's gaze flashed with a hint of confusion, and then he returned to Qingming. He looked around and smiled:

"It's so lively, what are you all staying here?"

“…”

"The master's mind... began to be lost in sanity."

Aoki Aoki sighed softly.

Fang Chen's eyes were solemn. The senior who looked exactly like the old man had already left. If he wanted to find out the truth, he would have to go back to Daxia to meet the real old man.

"Senior Yun, I want to worship the Three Thousand Dao Sects, so please give me the Dharma!"

Suddenly, several monks in Taoist robes rose up through the air and bowed to Yunhe from a distance.

But the person in the center looked a little pale, his eyes were dull, and he seemed to be in poor condition.

"Of the Dayandao Sect."

A coldness flashed in the eyes of the Ancestor Qingmu's eyes, and then his eyes fell on the pale and dull Taoist priest, "Junior Brother Fang, that's your Senior Brother Hong. Today, we have to take him away in addition to asking questions."

After the monks from the Dayan Taoist Sect finished speaking, they kept looking at Yun He's every move with their eyes.

Especially when Yun He looked at Hong Qing, they were always paying attention, as if they wanted to know that Yun He could deny Hong Qing's appearance.

Unfortunately, it was disappointing. Yun He looked at Hong Qing with nothing special, but just smiled at a few people:

"You little guys are not qualified and cannot enter the three thousand gates."

"Oh? They are not qualified? Could it be that you have too high vision?"

On the fairy boat, Ouyang Xuanzhen spoke slowly, and the eyes of Yunhe were no longer afraid.

They knew that when the two abnormal numbers separated, Yun He would turn into a state of remnant soul in just about one hour.

During this period, the other party did not have the ability to hurt an immortal king like him.

"Senior Yunhe, do you know that the Three Thousand Dao Sects have long been destroyed? If you want to revive the Tao Sect, you will pass on the Three Thousand Dao Dharma to me."

Another fairy boat, the dragon master from the Morning Star Taoist Sect, spoke slowly.

Everyone was slightly shocked and subconsciously looked at Yun He with breath. Although the other party was a remnant soul, he should have been furious when he heard such words.

However, everyone was surprised to find that Yun He didn't seem to react to such words, as if he didn't hear them.

His eyes were still searching in the crowd, as if he was looking for a genius who deserved to give him the Dharma.

"He is no longer awake."

"I doubt that he may not have the inheritance of the three thousand Taoist Dharmas, after all, it is just a remnant soul."

Long Zun talked with Emperor Su Mo for a few words, but the two did not transmit voices, but even so, Yun He did not react at all.

"Prince Gai, I'll ask all the geniuses under my sect to try. After all, they are also from Taoist sects, and they may be able to enter this wisp of residual soul eyes."

Ouyang Xuanzhen hugged the King of Zhen and clasped his fists, but there was no sound transmission. His voice was so loud that everyone present could hear it clearly.

"Remnant Soul."

A sneer appeared on the corner of the mouth of Aokima, and looked at Fang Chen: "Junior Brother Fang, these Taoist monks have despised and despised the master for countless years, for fear that others would not know. Do you know why?"

"They are scared."

Fang Chen Dao.

"right."

Aoki Aoki nodded with a smile: "The more they are afraid, the more they will despise the master, as if this is the case, they will no longer be afraid."

He paused, "Are you ready? Since they want the inheritance of Master, they have to pass this level at least."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

It is necessary to let these Taoist monks adjust their attitude.

How can the ancestors be humiliated lightly?
Chapter completed!