Fang Yu left the Yunshan Mountain, which was built in the center, and came to a newly built jungle behind.

Deep in the jungle, before a clear spring.

Fang Yu pulled Zhong Yixu out of the storage space.

At this time, Zhong Yixu was covered with wounds. Since the immortal power in his body was completely sealed, he could not treat these wounds, so he could only let them suffer and let his vitality pass away.

When he saw Fang Yu in front of him, he looked frightened and his eyes were filled with fear and panic.

"Fang Yu, Venerable Fang! Master Fang! Please let me go, I am a small character. I have no malice towards the human race, I don't hate the human race. I was forced to track your whereabouts by the Wanxuan clan. I have never..." Finally, I begged for mercy in a trembling voice.

"Don't worry first." Fang Yu sat cross-legged in front of Zhong Yixu, with a smile on his face, and said, "I don't care whether you have malice to the human race at all. If you want to survive, I will give you a chance."

"But whether you can live depends on your own performance."

Hearing these words, his body trembled.

He knew very well that his own life was no longer under his control.

Fang Yu can control his life and death, and... the God of Wanxuan can also control his life and death!

He didn't know what the Lord Wan Xuan was thinking, but he knew... If Fang Yu asked some questions about the secrets of the Wan Xuan clan, the Lord Wan Xuan would be very likely to silence him!

Death!

No matter what you do, you will die!

Finally, I felt despair.

Especially at this moment, his vitality is already losing.

Even as the head of the Great Heavenly God Pavilion, he is also limited by the laws of the Jitian Immortal Realm. Even if he is already at the peak of the fourth level, his lifespan is limited!

Now that he is in serious injuries, not repairing those wounds in time is equivalent to bleeding and his vitality is constantly losing.

"Since you belong to the Wanxuan clan, I will ask you about the Wanxuan clan." Fang Yu said, "First of all, tell me what the Wanxuan clan is."

"…scale?" Finally Yixu raised his head, not sure what the meaning of this question was.

"Just tell me the number of members in the Wanxuan clan and the approximate strength level distribution." Fang Yu replied, "No need to be very detailed, just tell me what you know."

"The number of members of the Wanxuan clan... will not exceed 50,000." After thinking for a moment, Yixu replied, "Most of them are members of the sidelines, and the number of bloodlines in the direct lineage is even smaller, perhaps less than 10%."

"That is to say, the Wanxuan clan has about 50,000 members, of which there are less than 5,000 members of the direct line, and the others are all members of the sideline line." Fang Yu said, "Okay, where is the strength level?"

"This... I really don't know, Fang Dazun... I only know that even the lowest-level side-class members of the Wanxuan clan, if they fight, they can easily crush me..." Finally, Yixu replied in a trembling voice. https://m.

"Since you don't know their strength, why do you feel so sure that they can crush you at will?" Fang Yu frowned.

"Because... members of the Wanxuan clan will not be restricted by the laws in this extreme fairyland!" Zhong Yixu gritted his teeth and replied, "They need to break through the realm without permission, and their life span has no upper limit... They do not need to practice through fairy crystals. The skills they use to practice and immortal techniques... are the top in the fairyland."

"They can break through the realm by sitting, without the pressure of survival, and have the best cultivation resources... We monks have been chasing for the rest of their lives, and it is not as good as their starting point."

"How can we cultivators who have practiced inferior skills and inferior immortal skills, even those who need permission to break through the realm, be opponents of these members of the great clan?"

When he said this, there was a strange feeling in his tone.

It's like jealousy, it's like resentment.

Even though he is already the head of the Great Heavenly Square God Pavilion, he is restricted by many laws in the Jitian Immortal Realm.

In the eyes of the God of Wan Xuan, he was just an obedient dog raised outside.

Zhong Yixu has been working diligently for so many years to do all kinds of things for the Lord of Wanxuan, just to think that one day he will be recognized by the Lord of Wanxuan and become a member of the Wanxuan clan.

However, the God of Wanxuan never had such an idea.

Because of this, when I first heard that I wanted to track down the human monks, I had my own ideas.

He hopes to get huge benefits through this human monk, in exchange for capital to become a member of the Wanxuan clan!

But unexpectedly, his idea could only be an idea, and he didn't even have a chance to implement it.

And now, he has fallen into the hands of the human race that he has been planning from the beginning, and life and death are unpredictable.

"You seem to be very angry after hearing what you said." Fang Yu raised his eyebrows.

Finally, he lowered his head and remained silent.

"You are already the head of the Great Heavenly Fang Shen Pavilion, and you are not satisfied." Fang Yu said again.

"Yes, this is the limit of monks outside the five major clans." Zhong Yixu raised his head and replied, "But for the members of the five major clans, even if they are only the lowest-level member of the sidelines, the look they look at us is similar to seeing a slave, and there is nothing to be proud of."

Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Members of the five major clans are not restricted by the laws in the Jitian Immortal Realm, which he had expected before.

There are 50,000 members in the Wanxuan clan, which is more than he expected.
Chapter completed!