In addition to the queue composed of these five forces, there is another team on the right side of the Zhao family and at the outermost edge of the crowd, but at this time there are only a dozen or so people.
More people were forming a long queue in the distance, and their identities were checked by two deacons from Yunqing Palace dressed in white.
One of the two deacons held a square box-shaped magic weapon. He put the handed identity token into the magic weapon and asked the owner of the token to enter the seal on the spot. After comparing the two sides, he nodded slightly. The other person then puts a check mark on the list and lets the person pass.
These people are the casual cultivators who participated in this trip to the secret realm. Everyone has the experience of living in Yunzhou for three years. Their experience is clean and can stand the test.
After this person passes the inspection, he joins the outermost team. A quarter of an hour later, everyone in the queue was verified and there was no doubt about their identity, and the team of casual cultivators was finally fixed at thirty-three people.
"Compared to the previous session, there are two less people!" The ten elders at the front of the team whispered.
The nanny next to her nodded slightly, obviously not interested in this topic.
Yang Zhen looked around and found that most of these casual cultivators were middle-aged in appearance, and many of them had a weathered look on their faces. Their expressions were also different, some looked fierce, some had sinister eyebrows, and some looked righteous.
There were even a few people with strong evil spirits on their bodies, and it was obvious that they had had lives on their hands, and more than one.
"Who among this group of people could be Hou Xian's accomplice?" Yang Zhen glanced at everyone and fell into deep thought.
His unabashed gaze made some people feel uncomfortable. A middle-aged monk who was tall and skinny, with a few strands of rat whiskers on his chin, suddenly showed a fierce look in his eyes and glared at Yang Zhen fiercely. Especially when he saw that this young man's cultivation was only in the middle stage of Qi training, a sneer appeared on his lips.
If Mammy felt something, she cast a sharp gaze at the team of casual cultivators. The man immediately changed his smile and carefully hid in the crowd.
At this time, a purple-robed monk standing in front saw that everyone had arrived. He coughed lightly and began to read out various regulations.
In addition to clichés such as "Don't rob each other, don't hurt people's lives", this person's words were more about protecting the resources in the secret territory.
For example, regarding spiritual plants, disciples are required to "do not pick immature ones", "do not uproot them unless necessary", "do not step on them at will", etc.
There are also many regulations for fighting monsters, including "no harm to cubs", "no invasion of nests", "no use of poisons" and other restrictions.
In short, to sum it up in one sentence, unless it is necessary to obtain resources, you must not destroy the creatures in the secret area at will.
However, these requirements can only be used as verbal constraints. Even if it is indeed violated, it will be difficult to be held accountable if no one sees it.
This elite disciple's reading took about half a quarter of an hour. When he stepped back, it was past midnight.
And as he left the stage, a piece of red cloth about ten feet long and wide behind him was slowly opened.
A pentagonal formation appeared in front of everyone.
In the center of the array is a black ball the size of two fists, covered in fluorescent light.
"High-grade Kongming Stone!" Yang Zhen exclaimed softly, while turning her head slightly to avoid looking directly.
If you stare at the high-grade Kongming Stone for a long time, not only will your eyes seem to see a black space, but your soul may also be absorbed by it and suffer damage.
Yang Zhen has traveled back and forth between Yunya and Zhoucheng many times in the past few years. One time, he just happened to catch up with the teleportation array to be repaired, allowing him to see such treasures.
At this moment, five imposing monks of different ages came forward and each occupied a corner of the formation.
These five people are none other than Master Zhexi from the Zhao family, Master Guantao from the Wang family, Master Wuye from the Mo family, Master Chengji from the Dai family, and Master Hechuan from Yunqing Palace.
Five forces, five purple houses.
Among them, Wakawa Shangren's appearance is the most ordinary, but his face is rosy and he looks like a middle-aged wealthy businessman. Hearing his shout, the five Zifus simultaneously turned their bodies towards the Kongming Stone in the center of the platform and began to channel mana.
In an instant, the fluorescence on the Kongming Stone exploded, flashing with dazzling white light, gradually forming a semicircular empty ring.
The brightness of this empty ring is all concentrated around the edge, and it becomes brighter and brighter. With the continuous input of mana, it finally becomes like a substance, like a giant jade, crystal clear and translucent.
Yujue continued to expand outward until the semicircle inside reached the height of a person, and then it suddenly stopped.
At this time, everyone looked at the semicircle inside and felt that there seemed to be countless mirrors folded together. They were all strange and strange, surrounded by clouds and mist, making it impossible to see clearly.
This is the portal leading to the secret realm.
The teleportation gate is different from the teleportation array that is common in the world of immortality. The former can continue to exist for a period of time, facilitating the uninterrupted transportation of people.
"Start with casual cultivators first!" The purple-clothed disciple shouted from one side.
There was a commotion in the crowd, and soon, the team of casual cultivators spontaneously formed a long queue, walking quickly towards the portal.
The person walking at the front was the tall and skinny middle-aged monk. He took out a two-inch token made of jade. It is exactly the same as the one Yang Zhen took from Hou Xian.
This person put the token on his bun, swaggered up to the ring, lowered his head and stepped in, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The following people all operated in the same way as him. In just a few breaths, all thirty-three casual cultivators disappeared behind the portal.
"Sect disciples, follow up!" The purple-clothed disciple then shouted.
There were only about twenty disciples who came to participate in the Langshan Secret Realm on behalf of the Yunxiao Sect, but almost all of them had completed their Qi training. Their main purpose is to collect at the seven collection points of the sect. The number of people is more valuable than the more valuable.
Yang Zhen saw the proud man Yin Nanxing and Yan Hongzhu in the crowd. However, at this time, in public, many monks from the Dai family were watching. The two of them were separated by several positions, as if they were not familiar with each other.
The teleportation tokens held by these disciples are similar to those made by the Zhao family, and there is no need to take them out and cover their heads. However, when passing through the portal, the jade token tied around the waist will emit a ray of light and hit the jade jewel. Immediately, this ray of light will disperse in all directions, forming a thick fog, covering the whole body of the license holder, and smoothly sending him into the space behind the portal.
Yang Zhen noticed that every time a person entered, Yujue's light would dim slightly. After all twenty disciples of the sect passed, Yujue's light had dimmed by 10%.
"No wonder there is a limit on the number of people. It seems to be related to the transportation ability of this portal." Yang Zhenruo realized something.
Next was the Dai family, which numbered around 1,670. Under the leadership of Dai Miaoxuan, the proud son of the Dai family, they passed through the portal one by one.
Next down is the Wang family. This family is the largest, with about two hundred people. The leader, Yang Zhen, was also seen yesterday. His name is Wang Shaokang.
After these families, Yujue's brightness was less than 40% of its original value, and now it was finally the Zhao family's turn.
Yang Zhen took out the teleportation token and tied it around her waist. After entering the seal last night, the ten elders and their disciples worked hard for an hour or two before making everyone's tokens and sending them to everyone early this morning.
Zhao Yue'er was in front, followed closely by Yang Zhen. This was a random transmission, and Yang Zhen was not sure of finding the little girl immediately. But with her strength, if she didn't bully others, they would be the ones to burn incense, so Yang Zhen was not worried.
As a ray of light flashed out from the token on her waist, Yang Zhen's eyes flashed, and she had arrived in a strange world.
