The Lord of Reincarnation

Climb Xianshan.

Fang Xiandao main altar.

"Meet Master!"

Boulder and Tonghezi bowed and stood at the door, and when they saw Fang Xian coming, they couldn't help showing a sincere feeling of relaxation on their faces.

Even if the imperial court is defeated, even if the demon clan is arrogant, even if the anti-king army is imminent, as long as there is this real immortal, everything will not be a problem.

"It's a trivial matter, and you panic when you see it, what's the etiquette?"

Fang Xian glanced at it and couldn't help but smile.

"Master said it is true...but this is also the opportunity of the grand way, the state and the state ministers have come, instead of the court's promise, if the demon clan can be pacified, then the master can be made the national teacher, and our immortal way will lead the world's Daomen... …”

Boulder sighed and answered honestly.

"Haha... Can the words of the imperial court be trusted? The government has to cross the river and demolish the bridge, even before the river is crossed, is it instinctive?" Fang Xian shook his head: "You actually believe it?"

Bo Shizi and Tong Zhezi looked at each other and could only smile bitterly.

Even if they build the foundation with calamity power and follow the way of the sergeant, they are no longer restricted by the dragon energy, but the psychological disadvantage cannot be changed for a while.

"The way of an alchemist lies in becoming immortal and unhurried... The dynasties on earth, the changing circumstances, what do you have to do with me?"

Fang Xian glanced at the many salted egg apprentices, and said with a bit of sympathy: "But this time is different... The monsters are ferocious, and they want to take over the world of my human race, then it is not a matter of one family and one country, but a matter of all races! This time, I went down the mountain to kill a few monsters who made trouble... The demon wolf has already been killed by me, and it..."

When he flicked his sleeves, a ghost appeared, turning into a black horse monkey, scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks: "Shangxian spare your life, Shangxian spare your life!"

Ordinary people die when they die, and they can't even be ghosts.

But this black horse monkey is a monster, Fang Xian deliberately tried it, but luckily kept its spirit.

"Is this the monkey monster that gathers the incense? No...it's the soul? This state...is really strange!"

Tongzhezi's eyes flashed, and he looked up and down the black horse monkey, and couldn't help but be amazed.

"You monkey... can you hate me for destroying your body?"

Fang Xian asked calmly.

"Don't dare, don't dare..." The black horse monkey even said that he didn't dare, and felt even more strange in his heart.

How did this immortal find its lair accurately?

It doesn't know that Fang Xian is the white ape demon saint, and he knows the monster cave mansion very well.

It was sold by its own ancestors.

"You're not that demon wolf, you didn't kill too many people, otherwise this seat would have destroyed you both physically and mentally!" Fang Xian snorted coldly: "Now that you have lost your physical body, there is no hope of robbing demons, so you may be willing to accept the main decree of this Tao and change to the divine way. ?"

"The monkey is willing, the monkey is willing!"

The black horse monkey immediately kowtowed, as it did when he knelt in front of the white ape demon saint that day.

Fang Xian couldn't help but feel a little tired when she saw it, but she still nodded reluctantly, her fingers swiping in the air, forming a restriction.

This prohibition is like a dragon and a phoenix seal, and it is like a cloud book. The light in the center is on and off, and it is distorted and picturesque, revealing a line of words: "Climb the position of the god of the fairy mountain!"

In fact, this is not the decree of the conferred gods, but a ban on the soul of the gods.

At this time, without raising his eyebrows, he shouted, "Since you have no name, I will pick one for you and call it Hou Jingkong. Why don't you release your mind quickly and accept this decree?"

The black horse monkey, no, Hou Jingkong gritted his teeth and took the initiative to let go of his mind, allowing this restriction to fall into his body.

With a flash of light, this prohibition disappeared without a trace.

"Very good...you go to practice,

This Taoist master will let the disciples shape the golden temple for you and gather the incense! "

Fang Xian took Hou Jingkong away with a flick of his sleeves.

At this time, he looked at the disciples who were dumbfounded.

"This...this is...to confer a god on behalf of the heavens?"

Boulder rubbed his eyes and asked.

Although there are still Divine Dao in this world, but due to the influence of Juetianditong, there are also many restrictions.

Like this monkey, it is very rare to die without a lot of foundation.

"After all, it is a robbery demon, and its soul is different from ordinary people, and it is more tenacious... Maybe it can explore a new way of Shinto..."

Fang Xian explained with a smile: "Besides, you go to prepare a mountain temple and gather a wave of incense for it..."

"Follow the law!"

Bo Shizi bowed first, and then excitedly said: "If my immortal Tao can consecrate the gods in one word, it will undoubtedly encourage other disciples... My Tao will be prosperous!"

No matter how confident he is, he doesn't think Fang Xiandao can make everyone immortal.

Death and the gods, sheltering one side, may be the lifelong pursuit of some cultivators.

The emperor has the right to seal the gods, so his influence in this world is huge and almost unbelievable.

Fang Xian's move is to cut a piece of fat on the court.

After dismissing his apprentice, he climbed the highest 'Feixiantai' in Fangxian Dao alone, looked at the foggy scenery of Yunshan Mountain, and secretly complained in his heart: 'It's too tiring for one person to play two roles and rush to the field in two places... Well, it's only in one state, if you wait until the future, it will be even more troublesome...'

Although it was troublesome, Fang Xian did not think of a solution.

That is to be promoted to the third level of alchemist as soon as possible - Yinshen Realm!

Although the Yin God is a grade lower than the Yuanshen, the alchemist Yinshen is not the Yuanshen in the world of immortal cultivation. Once it leaves that world, it will almost become waste, but it can be used in all worlds.

'Yin Shen-Yuanshen-True Spirit...is a level that is constantly being promoted...Unfortunately, what I have certified in the world of cultivating immortals is not Daluo Yuanshen, otherwise I wouldn't be restrained everywhere in the strange world...'

'As long as you get the Daluo Yinshen and cooperate with the fourth transformation of the nine transformations of the Gangsha - Youshen Yuqi, you can fly to extinction, and it is not troublesome to play back and forth...'

Thinking of this, Fang Xian couldn't help but glance at the attribute column.

"Well... the imperial army was defeated, a state was corrupted, and the world was in turmoil. As the source of Taoism, the calamity power I harvested is extremely rich... I can completely break through."

Fang Xian's thoughts lightly touched the attribute bar.

His mind was empty and he entered a state of epiphany.

Suddenly.

Fang Xian's body froze, his consciousness seemed to fall from the sky.

puff!

A somewhat illusory figure walked out of him, as if the wind would dissipate.

"Yin God accomplished!"

"Sure enough... the experiment done with Hou Jingkong before is not wrong, the third level of the alchemist is the yin spirit out of body!"

"It's just that the yin god at this time is still very fragile and can't stand the wind and the sun... so it must be wrapped with a shell, membrane, or... qi!"

"This is the profound meaning of the nine-transformation of Gangsha's middle-ranking god's qi... Assisting the yin god, making it stronger, better able to control all qi, and cast spells!"

"The alchemist level is the main body, and the alchemy is the auxiliary... Haha... I understand...".

Fang Xian's Yin God let out a hearty laugh.

For a time, the wind and clouds on Feixiantai were surging, and there was a gathering of airflow.