But more people died under this tribulation.
Only a very small number of people can survive everything and break through to the Mahayana realm.
Only a few of the Mahayana people could eventually become immortals, and the rest all died in this game of chess, and there were also sixty-four tribulations in this game of chess!
Moreover, last night, he heard the ancestor "Fuqiong" said that people like him walking on the immortal road are called "immortal road guides", which means guiding the beginning of the immortal road.
The "Follower of the Immortal Path" is one of these eight people.
As for those who went with them, they were called "Immortal Road Viewers".
For the Fusheng chess game, two rules have been announced to the public.
The first condition is that this "introduction" must survive.
The second one is the introducer, the follower, and the bystander. If there are less than nine people, the game will be lost immediately!
Therefore, every time, no matter who wins or loses on the Immortal Road, there will be more than nine people involved...
Moreover, in addition to these, he also discovered something else.
The only person in the Chongming Sect who is currently in the Mahayana realm is named "Fu Qiong".
The remaining ancestors who have not ascended and are still in the human world have all successfully passed through the tribulation.
However, the ancestors of all generations have reached their limit when they were going through the tribulation period. They were still one step away from the Mahayana realm, but they did not survive this tribulation. They seemed to have deliberately suppressed their own realm. Allow yourself to break through!
Last night, he asked the ancestor "Fu Qiong" for advice, and the "Fu Qiong" ancestor only said one sentence: The path to immortality has not yet been opened, and the nine sects are all like this.
"Son of War, is there a position?" As he was pondering, a rich and somewhat unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
Zhan Wuji quickly returned to normal and looked at the city in a blink of an eye.
Among the many crowns, I saw a male monk wearing royal robes and a crown, holding a golden wine glass in his hand and looking at him through the gap in the crown with an indifferent expression.
After pondering for a moment, Zhan Wuji quickly sent a message and said: "The spectators who will go to the Floating Life Realm with me are already here!"
"How many people do you want?"
"Okay." Zhan Wuji responded via voice transmission.
The ancestor nodded gently, raised the golden wine glass, drank it in one gulp, and said nothing more.
Zhan Wuji also looked away and poured himself a glass of spiritual wine.
Unlike Servants, there is no limit to the number of spectators.
However, he is just the "introducer". People from the nine major sects need his approval before they can join this game.
Logically speaking, no one would refuse to become his immortal path unless they were life and death enemies.
So does he.
At this time, another cold voice like a sharp sword came to Zhan Wuji's ears: "Son of Zhan, how many people do we want from Han An Sword Sect?"
Zhan Wuji immediately sent a message: "Okay, but the number of people who can go in together is limited."
In the distance, the swordsman monk held up a glass of wine: "Thank you."
After saying that, he closed his eyes again.
Later, the ancestors of Yanxi City and Su Zhentian also sent messages one after another, asking for a position.
Zhan Wuji agreed one by one, but gave up his position so that everyone could enter.
The people of Jiuyi Mountain had already told him about the word "taste of the world", so this time, they didn't say anything to him.
This is true whether it is in the Reincarnation Tower or the Shengtian Sect.
At this time, in Wushi Villa, one of the beautiful inner disciples was cheering for them, laughing for them, commenting on them and the layout of Chonghai Sect from time to time. Some smart disciples even used Some precious treasures were brought out for them to enjoy here.
He didn't care about the Immortal Road at all.
Just after everyone finished their deliberations, an inexplicable pressure came from the sky.
I saw that everything around me had undergone earth-shaking changes.
The mountains, rivers, flowers, trees, and guests on the platform were all the same as before, but this magnificent ceremony suddenly became a little more somber.
All the glory and wealth disappeared, leaving only the helplessness and helplessness trapped in the abyss forever.
The originally empty head position suddenly had a black throne with countless eyes in the void on the left.
Above him, there was a man wearing an ordinary robe. His face was difficult to look at, but his aura was extremely powerful and difficult to see through.
Isn't this "poor"?
The moment he appeared, everyone in the room looked at him.
"Fuqiong" the old man glanced lightly and nodded lightly.
Then he sent a message to Zhan Wuji: "Later, if that pseudo-dao wants to enter the 'Quota' of the 'Immortal Road' this time, you can speak directly."
"Especially the Liuli Dynasty, which has the best forging materials. What the Liuli Dynasty is best at is raising ordinary cultivation resources and collecting the opinions of the people. There is a special method that can use the opinions of the people to forge weapons. The Holy Sect is at this point , and there aren’t many resources, so don’t miss this opportunity.”
"And Han An Sword Sect's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world."
"Also, some of their secret books will never be leaked, but some of them can supplement the treasure trove of my Holy Sect."
"The most powerful thing about Yanjiao City is the art of hundreds of soldiers and the art of building fortresses."
“Beyond the finished thing, there’s something about the craftsman and the soul of the craftsman.”
"As for Su Zhentian, what they are best at is planting some rare spiritual herbs and some rare spiritual herbs."
"It doesn't matter whether you use it or not, just take it."
"Don't forget, these four sects have their own unique resources."
Hearing this, Zhan Wuji's expression froze, and he suddenly felt like he had lost nine hundred and ninety-nine trillion spiritual stones.
"The ceremony has officially begun." "Fu Qiong" the Patriarch ordered, his eyes swept across the entire venue, and he spoke concisely.
Following Ye Qingtang's words, the high-pitched war drums sounded again, and huge war drums, carrying musical instruments, appeared in mid-air.
This drum is huge, stitched from the skins of countless races, and covered with complex and gorgeous patterns. The spirit of the instrument is shaped like a dragon with one horn and red eyes, rotating around the drum as it flies. , the big drum automatically made a buzzing sound.
Under the big drum, the sound of guzheng and flute complement each other and are sonorous and powerful.
In an empty space, fairy flowers suddenly grew, intricate and intricate, covering the sky and the sun.
At the same time, a touch of red, ink, and white colors emerged in the void, like blood, night, and bones.
Three streams of light, at this moment, were like shooting stars, heading straight towards Meng Hao.
Then, they intertwined together and turned into a footprint covered with blood centipedes, soul thorns, and bone blades, heading toward the ground in a majestic manner.
