This is the first time Fang Chen summoned a ghost and god of the great evil demon in the human world. His cultivation is equivalent to that of the ancestor of the human world and a scattered immortal.

The 12,000-year-old yin life in the Lord Yan Lingli has consumed a full two thousand years at this moment.

This Yin Life is in the underworld, which is enough to allow ordinary wandering souls to live a life of drunkenness and dreams and death without having to worry about Yin Life all day long.

When summoning the stone dragon, Fang Chen had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, and he felt that if his cultivation level was higher, the loss of Yan Junling's Yin Life would be even less.

Now his cultivation level is too low and not enough to bear most of the summoning needs, which has led to the loss of Yan Junling's Yin Life for two thousand years.

Five thousand years of Yin Life is enough to grant a great Yin Demon comparable to a scattered immortal, so this loss has to be said to be difficult to bear for a long time even Fang Chen.

Wang Zhenlong looked at Lu Ping with a smile and spoke up to break the silence atmosphere in front of him:

"Fellow Daoist Lu, will your Lingkong Sword Sect and the Yuanying Sword Cultivator come to fight next?"

Lu Ping was silent for a few breaths, then shook his sleeves and smiled at Wang Zhenlong:

"The Lingkong Sword Sect is not as skilled as humans, so I have been shutting down for ten years from today."

After saying that, he led his disciples to turn into the mountain gate. With a loud roar, the mountain gate slowly closed.

"Walk."

Wang Zhenlong smiled proudly and turned around and left with everyone.

The nearby Emperor Tian cultivators dared not speak out, so they could only watch them leave here helplessly.

After walking out of Lingkong City, Fang Chen and Wang Zhenlong made a false statement, then left the team alone, and soon disappeared in front of everyone.

Zhang Ling and others were a little surprised and looked at Wang Zhenlong one after another.

"Wang Taishang, if Fang Chen leaves like this, he is targeted by the Emperor Tian cultivator, he will be a little dangerous."

Zhang Ling said in a deep voice.

Wang Zhenlong smiled, "This kid is very smart. He has been walking step by step over the years, and he has never suffered any losses. Anyway, he said that we should go first and meet in the middle, so you don't need to worry too much."

Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief on the surface, but they were still very worried. However, Wang Zhenlong said so, so they couldn't say anything else.

I can only think about the benefits. Since even the owner of the Huangyuan Court attaches great importance to Fang Chen, I think it will make all parties afraid and dare not break the rules and act rashly, right?

At that time, Zuo Xu and the Golden Lion Immortal Lord were looking at an ordinary old man in front of him with fear.

Although the old man turned his back to them and didn't even look at them directly, the two of them felt a nearly suffocating pressure at the same time.

"Senior, is..."

The Golden Lion Immortal Lord cleared his throat, slowly stepped forward, and blocked Zuo Xu with half of his body.

"How can a monk of the ascension stage have the nerve to oppress a junior?"

The old man smiled, "If you spread it, you will be ridiculed."

“…”

The Golden Lion Immortal Lord and Zuo Xu have already confirmed that the special force that suppressed the soul just now is probably from the hands of this old man.

Judging from its strength... I am afraid it is one of the ancestors of today.

But there are more than 20 ancestors in the world, I don’t know which one of them is.

"Senior, this matter... has a reason, and we just want to punish it casually, without any malice."

The Golden Lion Immortal Lord said calmly: "Who is the senior's... the descendant?"

Shilong didn't say anything, but turned around and looked at the void, clasped his fists and said:

"Shilong, I've seen the prince."

The name Yan Jun is not yet public.

The Golden Lion Immortal Lord and Zuo Xu were stunned for a moment, and only saw Fang Chen walking out of the void. They just now... didn't notice when the other party came nearby?

After being stunned, both of them suddenly felt a little creepy.

The strength of this old man is obviously beyond the ascension period and must be a strong man at the ancestral level of the sect. However, Fang Chen's title is the prince, so respectful!?

What is the relationship between them?

"Young Master Zuo Xu, we meet again."

Fang Chen smiled faintly.

Zuo Xu suppressed the shock in his heart and a forced smile appeared on his face: "Yes..."

There was always a hint of contempt in his eyes when he looked at Fang Chen before.

It was all because of his extraordinary background, and he was the son of the ancestor of the church. Now, he felt a kind of pressure in his heart like a huge mountain.

The other party’s identity is a mystery. Everything that was revealed before everyone’s eyes may be an illusion, his true identity...

Zuo Xu dared not think about it carefully.

"The Golden Lion Immortal Lord is not staying in Beidou, and he travels all the way to the Emperor Tian. Is he invited by Mr. Zuo Xu?"

Fang Chen looked at the Golden Lion Immortal Lord.

The Golden Lion Immortal took a deep breath and tried to calm his tone:

"Fang Jianshou, we had some misunderstandings just now..."

"Since it is a misunderstanding, how should we resolve it?"

Fang Chen asked with a smile.

The Golden Lion Immortal Lord was slightly stunned and breathed a sigh of relief. The other party didn't seem to want to delve into it. As long as he paid some price, he might be able to resolve the matter.

Thinking of this, the Golden Lion Immortal Lord said generously: "I am willing to pay two thousand medium-grade spirit stones, and I apologize for the disturbance just now."

"Two thousand medium-grade spirit stones...a little less."

Fang Chen sighed.

The expression of the Golden Lion Immortal Lord changed slightly, and there are still fewer two thousand medium-grade spirit stones?

Nowadays, the spirit stones in the world are withering. In addition to the lower-grade spirit stones, one less is used for one middle-grade spirit stone that once originated from the fairy world.

If not, how could there be fewer and fewer immortal kings in recent years? Even Xuanxian is much less than before. This is the disaster of the gradual decline of the resources of cultivation and the reason why monks from all walks of life are trying to find solutions.

"That……"

The Golden Lion Immortal Lord was about to increase the compensation, but saw Shi Long step forward and take off the storage ring from him.

Before he could react, the blood and blood in his body surged, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth...

The forbidden method on the storage ring was instantly broken...

"Criminal, please take a look at what you like. If you think this person will not mind."

Shi Long handed the storage ring to Fang Chen.

It was the first time Fang Chen had come into contact with the storage ring of the strong Immortal King. His spiritual power slowly poured in, and he could feel that the inner universe could hold a small hill, which was much larger than the storage ring he had contacted before.

There is no grade classification for storage rings, it just depends on how large the capacity is. Like this one, it is also considered first-class in the world.

The storage ring is quite clean. Apart from some scattered medium-grade spirit stones, there are only a few jade slips, which should be the incense Taoist practice.

Fang Chen counted and found that there were about 4,000 medium-grade spirit stones.

An immortal king will not have such a shabby fortune. He can be sure that the Golden Lion Immortal Lord is a cunning rabbit with three holes. Some things will not be carried with him. After all, the road to cultivation will inevitably encounter dangers, and no one can guarantee it.

After thinking about it, Fang Chen immediately took action to refine the storage ring.

"this……"

The Golden Lion Immortal Lord wanted to speak but stopped.

Shi Long glanced at him gently, and the Golden Lion Immortal Lord finally didn't speak, and could only look helplessly at the refining of his storage ring by Fang Chen.

"There are several incense arts in it. You are useless to use it, so it is better to..."

"How can it be useless? I also want to see more of the methods of hundreds of schools and gain knowledge."

Fang Chen said while refining.

Zuo Xu seemed calm, but his palm was quietly opened after he carried it behind him, and a grain of sand slowly fell.

Fang Chen's eyes were sharp: "Something fell off."
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