The divine soul sensed the holy talisman spirit, and Fu Yang talked to it.

"Your Majesty, there are more and more ascenders now, and there are more than a thousand people." The Holy Rune Spirit reported.

"Rule them, let go of your hands to fight, but don't reveal your identity, at the same time, with your cooperation throughout the process, to ensure the safety of everyone, of course, it is limited to Luohe Immortal Domain and Tianluo Immortal Domain, no matter what identity, as long as it is a foreign race, it can be killed, I have something to do now, I can't get out for a while, so let many generals lead." Fu Yang commanded.

"I see." The Holy Rune Spirit responded.

Cut off the connection, Fu Yang's divine consciousness returned, and he cultivated.

As soon as the smelting talisman came out, it could still operate normally, and wisps of vitality fell and poured into Fu Yang's body.

But after a while, Fu Yang suddenly woke up and wondered, "Why is it growing so slowly, and there is no flow of vitality in the refining process." ”

After many attempts, he knew that the imprisoning effect brought by the Heavenly Sin Mountain at this time, if it weren't for the cultivation method, which was too strong and domineering, he would not even be able to cultivate normally.

Knowing the reason, Fu Yang was no longer worried, all because the effect of this imprisonment was only temporary, once he got out of the Heavenly Sin Mountain, he would enter the outbreak stage and recover his terrifying combat power.

……

Meanwhile.

When Fu Yang was cultivating, the fluctuations of his vitality leaked out.

Those Mixed Yuan Golden Immortals who have been imprisoned here all year round are very keenly aware of the source of this fluctuation.

They knew that the terror of the ninth layer, every once in a while, the oppressive force suddenly increased, and they had to consume their vitality to maintain their lives, so that they were getting closer and closer to death.

This fluctuation of vitality undoubtedly has a fatal allure for them, and if they are in the outside world, vitality is dispensable to them. As long as the immortal qi is abundant, it will always be inexhaustible.

It's a pity that as a prisoner under the stairs, struggling to the death, even a trace of vitality can be obtained.

Several eyes looked at it from afar, and landed on the location of the cave opened by Fu Yang. But there was a boulder in the way, and for them now, it was as huge as an ancient sacred mountain.

In its heyday, it was naturally carried at will, and even if you blew a breath, you could blow it out.

Now, they struggle to get around and walk, like terminally ill patients.

"It's that new guy, it's really funny. Maybe you can get a little benefit from him to replenish a little vitality and hold on for a while. One of the sinners said hoarsely, his voice as terrifying as a demon from the abyss.

"What's the use of coming, it's just going to last for a while, and you still can't escape this place." The other sinner shook his head.

The days passed.

Of course, the ninth floor was dim and gloomy, and it was impossible to calculate time. You can only get through it by feeling.

However, where Fu Yang was, there were still fluctuations in vitality radiating. It even becomes more and more intense, which allows sinners living in despair to see a glimmer of life.

The terrifying day came, and the ninth layer was obviously even more dead and gloomy, as if there was an invisible pressure squeezing the air. Death in oppression.

But the more energetic the person, the stronger the pressure felt.

At this moment, Fu Yang was faced with such a situation, and it was more difficult for the qi and blood to run all over his body, like a drowning person. It was difficult to breathe and there was suffocation at any time.

The vitality was churning in his body, and Fu Yang used his strength to resist the pressure, and suddenly he was a lot more relaxed.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a Dao Ancestor's body in the smelting true talisman, maybe in the long run, Fu Yang would also think that those living dead were almost the same, and he didn't bother to move, and kept sitting and waiting for death.

Thinking of the living dead outside, Fu Yang wanted to go and see the situation.

Pushing away the boulder blocking the entrance of the cave, the scene in front of him made him sluggish.

A group of sinners, sitting cross-legged at the mouth of the cave, looked pained, they came to the cave, it was very difficult, and now they had a damn horror day, and many of them were about to be unable to hold on.

"Help me, please help me, I don't want to die."

One of the nearest sinners, all shriveled up, hangs on his breath, or else he will die.

"What good is it to save me?" Fu Yang asked with a smile.

"I will serve you as Lord and never betray you."

After the man said this, he immediately rolled his eyes, and he was about to die.

A wisp of vitality popped out from Fu Yang's fingers and injected into the sinner's body, immediately pulling him back from the brink of life and death.

Forehead...

With a sharp swallow, the man regained a little of his spirit, but he was still like a candle in the wind, and could fall at any moment.

"Give me a little more energy, master, and a little more charity." The sinner pleaded.

"I will surrender to you."

"I surrender too."

"Me too."

"And me."

For a while, the sound of weakness kept sounding, and they were all begging him, saying that they would worship Fu Yang as their master from now on.

At this time of life and death, the dignity of the Mixed Yuan Golden Immortal has long been gone, how can he be willing to wait for death when cultivating such a realm, it is precisely because he is unwilling to die that he embarks on the path of cultivation.

Calmly swept over the mixed Yuan Golden Immortals, I am afraid that five or six hundred people, some of them looked very old, and their clothes were already decayed.

This is only a part, many Mixed Yuan Golden Immortals are scattered in the ninth layer, and the sinners who have existed for a long time have naturally relied on their talents to support them until now.

A trace of vitality turned into a silk thread and submerged into the bodies of all sinners, and they all opened their mouths to surrender.

People who have scruples in their hearts and have been quietly watching the changes, Fu Yang will not give generously.

"Thank you for the grace of your master."

The person who has gained the vitality to maintain himself is prostrate on the ground, praising Fu Yang.

At this moment, he felt like a local tyrant, standing in front of a group of beggars, stingy alms without a single dollar, listening to their thanks.

Of course, they are all aliens, and it is up to him to think whether they will live or die.

Sinners who have not attained vitality immediately stop holding on, give up their ridiculous dignity, show their submission, and ask for a gift.

That trace of vitality, for Fu Yang, is simply a drop in the ocean, dispensable, for sinners, it is a life-saving straw, firmly grasped in the palm of his hand.

With such resources, Fu Yang came up with a plan to let a group of Mixed Yuan Golden Immortals fight for him.

When the time comes, a group of mixed yuan golden immortals will appear, regardless of whether you are the Tianluo Sect or the Luohe Sect, until you are swept away.

The lives of five or six hundred sinners were saved, and many more sinners scattered not far away could only watch with their eyes, no one expected that they could really seek vitality, and looked forward to giving a little charity with great kindness.

Sure enough, Fu Yang really walked around and asked them if they were willing to surrender.

Basically, the Mixed Yuan Golden Immortals who surrendered all got a trace of vitality and guaranteed that they would not die for a period of time.

In this regard, the number of sinners who have expressed their submission is increasing, but the ninth layer is vast and will take some time to gather all of them.

The sinners who were too late to be saved, Fu Yang didn't take them to heart, and they were unlucky, after all, their mobility was limited, and they couldn't even fly. (To be continued.) )