Chapter 89: Climbing the Immortal Level

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"This is my first time to participate in this Immortal Level Trial, so..."

Su Poman touched his nose and said hesitantly.

"I understand, I understand! Don't panic, Fellow Daoist Su. I see that you are not too old. Even if you can't make it this time, just prepare a few more times!" Nie Rongchuan comforted with a smile.

At this moment, several streaks of light flashed across the sky. Su Poman looked up and saw three old men in large red robes flying from a distance while driving magical weapons.

"The elder is here~~~"

After a long chant, everyone present bowed their heads and saluted.

boom!

Three powerful waves of spiritual pressure came from the sky. Only cultivators could feel this pressure. Many people with relatively low cultivation levels changed their expressions under this powerful spiritual pressure.

Three figures fell from the stands in the center of the square. In the middle was a tall, thin old man with white hair and a childlike face. Next to him stood a dark-faced old man with a red wine gourd hanging from his waist. On the other side was a pot-bellied man holding a purple fan. The fat-faced old man, after they landed on the stand, the spiritual pressure on his body suddenly restrained.

Many people in the field breathed a sigh of relief. Nie Rongchuan, who was next to Su Poman, wiped the slight sweat on his forehead and spoke to Su Poman with his spiritual consciousness: "Foundation-building monks are powerful, and their spiritual power is like a river. Rushing, the spiritual pressure alone is unbearable for us monks in the Qi refining stage!"

Su Poman did not feel particularly stressed, he only felt his body sink. In fact, it did not have any impact on him, but in order to hide his specialness, he pretended to try his best to resist the spiritual pressure.

"We have to open this formation in person every time, which is really troublesome!"

The black-faced old man said with a somewhat dissatisfied expression. As he spoke, he grabbed the wine gourd at his waist and poured a mouthful of wine that was as red as lava into his mouth.

"Hiccup~"

Yellow flames spurted out from his nostrils and mouth, causing many warriors in the audience to exclaim.

"Old ghost Shan, don't just sit around drinking, business is more important! Are you keeping mumbling there, not delaying our practice time?"

The fat-faced old man on the side couldn't help but sarcastically said.

"Humph, Fatty Jia, you only know how to tinker with your broken weapon refining furnace, but how can you understand the taste of my flowing fire core wine!" Shan Yangqiu spat lightly and said with sideways eyes.

"Okay, don't start bickering when you two meet. Start the formation first. It's getting late now!" The tall, thin old man stretched out his hand and interrupted.

As soon as he spoke, the two of them glared at each other, and Nu Nuzui fell silent.

"Get into formation!"

The tall and thin old man took out an earth-yellow formation flag from his storage bag, and his fingers continued to hit the formation flag one by one like a phantom.

The other two foundation-building stage elders also each took out an formation flag, and kept moving their hands. The formation flag stood in the air, making a rapid buzzing sound and an earth-yellow light.

Whoosh!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The formation flag in the hands of the tall and thin old man flew out first, followed by the formation flags in the hands of the black-faced old man and the old man named Jia.

The three formation flags turned into streams of light, stuck straight to the top of the gray-white stone steps, and disappeared in a burst of light and shadow.

The mortal warriors in the audience stared at this scene with wide eyes, and their desire to become immortals became stronger and stronger.

Boom!

There was a loud noise from the cliff, and then layers of earthy yellow light and shadow were born on the stone steps, and the entire immortal steps were shrouded in this light and shadow.

"The Immortal Level Formation has been opened. Please enter the formation in order. Those who pass the level can put the 'Ascending Immortal Card' on the stone tablet on the top of the mountain. If you fail the trial, someone will pick you up!"

A disciple of the Lieyang Sect gave a loud command, and monks in red walked out from behind him and began to arrange for everyone to join the formation.

In the flash of light and shadow, the trialists entered the immortal steps one by one. Su Poman was in the middle of the team. He watched the monks in front of him climb up with ease, and he couldn't help but relax a little. .

As soon as he entered the formation, a pressure was exerted on Su Poman from all directions. However, this pressure was as if it did not exist for Su Poman. He raised his legs and stepped onto the second stone step.

The pressure on the second stone steps suddenly increased a lot, but it was still very easy for him. The monks beside him were also moving forward quickly. The pressure on the first thousand stone steps was still a bit challenging for the warriors. , it is a bit weak for immortal cultivators. They all have spiritual power in their bodies and can form a spiritual shield on the body surface to isolate the pressure from the outside.

However, releasing spiritual power is still relatively expensive for monks in the Qi Refining Stage, so they are climbing up quickly and will not waste too much time on the first thousand stone steps. Conserving spiritual power is essential for clearing the level. The stone steps at the back are very important.

A light red shield of Gang Qi rose up around Su Poman's body, and he accelerated his climb upwards, leaving many mortal warriors behind.

This red aura attracted the attention of many people, and the fiery red color was particularly eye-catching.

The Lieyang Sect disciples outside the formation started talking.

"Hey! He's actually a body-refining monk!"

"It's strange, it's very rare for casual cultivators to choose to practice body training!"

"I guess the only way to choose is body refining. Although body refining monks are powerful among the same level, it is too hard. It takes a long time to temper the body. Once the body cannot meet the demand of Gang Qi, it will trigger Gang Qi riots are a very scary thing. I heard that there was a body-refining senior who neglected physical training. The Gang Qi increased too quickly, causing all the Qi and blood to be merged into the spiritual power. The end was simply miserable... …”

"I heard that in the later stages, when the refining treasure enters the body, it is so painful that ordinary people can't bear it. I'm afraid only the big nerves of the body refining practitioners can bear it!"

"So it's better to practice Qi!"



Su Poman turned a deaf ear to the words spoken outside the formation and followed the monks' team unhurriedly. He could have easily rushed to the front without using Gang Qi, but in order not to attract attention, he chose to He released his Gang Qi and looked like an ordinary monk.

Mortal warriors only have inner energy to support them in resisting pressure. This kind of energy is consumed faster. If you are not at the Grand Master level, there is no hope of climbing to the 1,000th level.

Even if you are a great master, you must be an outstanding person with powerful internal skills to have a chance to work hard to meet the minimum requirements for joining the sect.

The team of cultivators walked very fast. It didn't take long for them to pass the 1,000th level of stone steps. From here on, the pressure around them began to increase suddenly. Depending on the level of cultivation, the immortal-level formation would be tested on each person. exert different pressures on the person.

One thousand and one levels!

One thousand and two levels!

The team of cultivators also began to slow down, and the team was extremely long.

Su Poman felt that his spiritual power was being consumed rapidly, and there seemed to be a strange force in the formation that directly acted on the physical body of each monk. At the same time, his spiritual consciousness curled up in the Niwan Palace was also subjected to a strange pressure. This feeling was like a mortal facing a giant dragon. There was an inexplicable trembling feeling rising from his heart. This kind of It felt like it directly affected his soul. What made him feel even worse was that the pressure seemed to be increasing as time went by.