Su Fan randomly found a team to follow, and listened to other monks chatting while waiting in line.
"Brother Sun, don't you have friends in Tianyue Sect? You didn't ask..."
"There is no news about my good friend. He only said that we will all be transported to Qinglian Fairy City..."
"Qinglian Fairy City is so far away. You have to change teleportation arrays several times along the way..."
"It is said that this recruitment will not be short..."
"Sigh... I just took one step slower. That guy Lao He ran very fast and rushed out of the city before the city was closed..."
"It's useless. You can't escape from Qingyang Fairy City. You have to come back obediently before long..."
Su Fan listened to the chat between the two monks, took out a jade slip from the ring and placed it on his forehead. After a while, he put down the jade slip.
Qinglian Immortal City is almost close to the central part. It belongs to the sphere of influence of Yuanying Sect Qinglian Immortal Sect. It is already considered the most elite area in the Central Plains.
These foundation-building monks in the city may not understand the situation of this recruitment, and they don’t know how many monks here will survive in the end.
"Look, the sky...the sky..."
At this time, bursts of exclamations came from the square, and the monks in the queue raised their heads and looked into the sky.
Su Fan also looked in the direction of everyone's fingers and saw a shadow appearing in the distant sky, standing lightly in the void.
It seemed to come from outside, with an indescribable sound.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely shocking aura spread across the entire sky like a vast ocean, as if a mountain collapsed heavily on everyone's hearts.
Some low-level monks in the city even collapsed to the ground. At this moment, even Su Fan was under tremendous pressure and felt unable to move.
"Nascent Soul... Nascent Soul cultivator..."
"This...this is the old monster Yuanying..."
"The True Lord Nascent Soul has arrived in Qingyang Fairy City..."
At this time, dozens of figures flew up from all over the city, suspended in the air and bowed respectfully.
"Welcome to the true king..."
The illusory figure didn't pay any attention to the Jindan Daoist. He waved his hand, and a huge suction force attracted thousands of figures from all over the city.
Among them were dozens of foundation-building monks in the square, some of whom were wearing the robes of the three major immortal sects.
As soon as these figures rose into the air, they exploded and died. Countless blood and flesh splattered everywhere, falling like rain.
Su Fan moved his nose and immediately smelled a hint of the golem.
He really didn't expect that there were so many evil cultivators hidden in Qingyang Immortal City. Luo Tianjiao was really pervasive.
In order to completely wipe out the evil cultivators everywhere, the Central Plains Immortal Sect even sent out True Lord Nascent Soul.
No matter how secretly those evil cultivators hide themselves, they still cannot escape the detection of True Lord Nascent Soul, and they can only die and disappear.
At this time, the huge shadow in the sky began to slowly dissipate.
"Within a moment, those monks above Foundation Establishment who should not be recruited will die!!"
At this time, a clear and mysterious voice came faintly, as if lingering in Su Fan's ears.
As soon as Nascent Soul Master finished his words, countless figures flew up from all over the city, one after another riding magical weapons to the sky above the square.
There are nearly a thousand of these people, and there are even a few Jindan Daoist among them. They are all monks in the city who are trying to evade this recruitment.
Seeing the monks coming from all over the place, Su Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly.
In order to urge the monks in the Qingyang Mountains to apply, the Central Plains Immortal Sect even sent a Nascent Soul Lord. Even the monks who escaped from the Qingyang Immortal City before the city was closed had to come back and apply.
At this time, it is better to respond to the recruitment honestly and wait until the battlefield to think of a solution.
After a long wait, Su Fan was finally in line.
He came to a table, and sitting across from him was a foundation-building monk wearing the robes of the three great immortal sects.
In the square not far behind, there is a tall and shining Dharma stele, and several Jindan masters are standing there.
"Identity Jade Tag..."
Su Fan handed over his identity jade token, and the foundation-building monk took it and threw it into a wooden barrel next to him, and then handed him a jade talisman.
"Put this jade talisman on the demon-suppressing tablet..."
Su Fan took the jade talisman and asked: "I am from the Shuiyue Sect, should I be with the people of the sect..."
The foundation-building monk across the table glanced at him, and then smiled bitterly.
"From now on, there are no sects anymore..."
Su Fan nodded, then crossed the table and walked towards the Demon Suppressing Monument in the distance.
He came to the foot of the tall Dharma stele and pasted the jade talisman on the demon-suppressing stele. The jade talisman flickered a few times, and his fingers felt a tingling sensation.
Su Fan quickly took off the jade talisman and saw a little blood seeping out of his middle finger.
His eyes quickly focused and he began to use his spiritual consciousness to check over and over again inside his body.
After a while, he found an invisible bright red mark on his right arm.
Su Fan turned around and looked at the Demon Suppressing Monument behind him.
His blood sample has been included in the Demon Suppression Monument, and a seal has been left in his body.
Su Fan found a deserted place in the square and sat down cross-legged. He quietly guided the Taoist Thunder to eliminate the bloody mark on his right arm over and over again.
As a result, no matter how hard he tried, he could not erase the bloody seal at all.
Later, Su Fan successively used "Yang Ji Earth Evil" and "Bone Corroding Yin Wind" to constantly wear away the bloody mark, but the seal on his right arm remained firm and motionless.
Su Fan sighed, it was over now.
He laughed to himself. It seemed that even if he went to the battlefield, it would be difficult for him to escape.
For today's plan, don't think about how to escape, but think more about how to survive.
Su Fan took out several Na rings, checked them one by one with his spiritual consciousness, and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
In any case, his supplies are relatively sufficient.
There is no shortage of either living materials or cultivation materials, especially the large amount of materials related to the Demon Sect, which have been almost unused since arriving in the Central Plains.
At this time, the foundation-building monks in the square were running around, hoping to get some information.
There are even many people forming temporary groups, and several people have come to ask Su Fan about joining these temporary groups.
Faced with the solicitations from these people, Su Fan declined them all.
These people are just cannon fodder who used to fill holes, forming a fart group.
When they get to the battlefield, everyone will definitely be completely disrupted and redistributed. How can they be allowed to stick together in a group?
After a while, a flying boat flew into the Immortal City from the depths of the Qingyang Mountains and landed in the square. Hundreds of foundation-building monks dressed in Tianyue Sect stepped off the flying boat.
Immediately afterwards, flying boats continued to enter Qingyang Fairy City from all directions.
In addition to the sects and cultivating families near the Immortal City, as well as a large number of casual cultivators living in various places nearby, almost all the foundation-building cultivators around Qingyang Immortal City were wiped out.
Shuiyun Sect's flying boat also arrived, and not a single one of the dozen or so foundation-building monks in the sect came.
Su Fan also walked over, and the sect leader Zuo Zonghao saw him and quickly pulled him aside.
"Junior brother, you have been in Qingyang Immortal City. Have you heard any news?"
Looking at Zuo Zonghao who looked eager, Su Fan thought for a moment and told him what he knew.
After listening to Su Fan's words, Zuo Zonghao's face turned pale.
"Junior brother, who did you hear this news from..."
Su Fan smiled bitterly and said: "The news should be true. I heard it from the Jindan Master from Ziwei Immortal Palace..."
Cheng Xi had already told Zuo Zonghao through Tianyue Sect about taking Meng Chao and Shen Yue into her sect.
After all, Shuiyun Sect was quite happy to have caught up with Master Jindan of Yuanying Sect.
Hearing what Su Fan said, Zuo Zonghao sighed with a pale face.
"Junior brother, this is life..."
"Sect Master, is the ancestor here? You can go find him and inquire..."
"The ancestors met with several real people from the three major immortal sects and have already left in the teleportation array..."
After Zuo Zonghao finished speaking, he patted Su Fan on the shoulder, turned and left.
Looking at Zuo Zonghao's lonely back, if the war does not go smoothly, all the monks of their generation will turn into nothingness.
This is life...
At this time, I saw a golden elixir monk in the square suddenly rising into the sky and shouting loudly.
"From now on, the monks whose identities have changed and their jade talismans have changed will begin to teleport..."
After hearing this, the foundation-building monks in the square took out their identity jade symbols and checked them. From time to time, someone walked towards the palace in the middle of the square.
Su Fan suddenly remembered that he did not see the monks from the Ziwei Immortal Palace from the East China Sea.
After all, there is a True Lord Nascent Soul standing behind his sect. It seems that he is different from those small sects like them.
Even though they all go to the front line to fill holes as cannon fodder, they still have to wait until all of them are dead before going up.
To be honest, he regretted it a little.
At that time, Cheng Xi gave him the opportunity to join Ziwei Immortal Palace, but Su Fan refused.
If he had known this was the case, he would have agreed.
While Su Fan was thinking wildly, the identity jade talisman around his waist suddenly vibrated.
Su Fan picked it up and took a look. The jade talisman flickered slightly.
He turned around and glanced at the Demon Suppressing Monument, and found that no one was controlling it, indicating that the Demon Suppressing Monument was automatically assigning tasks.
Su Fan laughed self-deprecatingly, his energy and blood had already left a mark on the Demon Suppressing Monument.
Where the hell are you going?
And as he expected, this group of monks came from all over the square, and almost no one knew each other well.
The Magic Weapon Suppression Monument is indeed extraordinary. Just like the computer in the previous life, everyone is randomly assigned, and the monks cannot form their own small groups at all.
Su Fan put away his identity talisman, came to the palace in the middle of the square, and followed the flow of people in.
Walking into the huge palace, the palace was very empty. A huge magic circle with a diameter of nearly a hundred meters was located in the middle of the palace.
There are also a dozen small magic circles with a diameter of more than ten meters, scattered around the long-distance transmission array.
There were hundreds of monks in Su Fan's group, and they all stepped up to stand on the huge teleportation circle in the middle.
He glanced at his feet, and saw that the ground was full of complicated patterns, densely packed throughout the entire teleportation formation.
"The formation is about to be activated, everyone pay attention..."
Following the shouts of the disciples on duty in the hall, the patterns on the long-distance teleportation formation instantly lit up.
"Buzz..."
A dull buzz sounded loudly, releasing a dazzling light.
Su Fan closed his eyes subconsciously and felt his whole body tumbling, as if he was falling sharply, with a feeling of being trapped.
I don't know how long it took, but Su Fan felt his body shake.
When he opened his eyes, he found that he was still standing on the huge teleportation formation, but his people had arrived in another city.
Su Fan rubbed his temples and felt that his head was swollen and his soul was scattered.
The people around him were also covering their heads like him. Some people were in a state of confusion, their bodies were shaking, and some even sat down on the ground.
He followed the flow of people out of this huge hall. There was also a square outside, where countless monks had gathered.
As soon as they walked out of the hall, several Qi-training monks wearing sect-standard robes came up to them and led them to a building near the square.
The square was full of noise, people were chatting with each other in small groups, and some people were looking for news.
Su Fan felt like he had returned to the train station during the Spring Festival in his previous life.
At this moment, the monks from all over the world may not realize what kind of situation they will face in the future, so everyone is in a good mood.
There are also several huge demon-suppressing monuments erected in this square, but they are several times larger than those in Qingyang Fairy City.
Because Su Fan and others had just taken a long-distance teleportation circle, they needed to rest here for three days to recover their souls.
Next, they transferred to remote teleportation formations several times in different fairy cities before arriving at the final destination, Qinglian Fairy City.
Even though he would rest for three days every time he took the teleportation circle, Su Fan couldn't bear it even if his soul was powerful.
Compared to Su Fan, the others were even worse.
Everyone was swaying, and some monks were even helped out of the magic circle.
The central square of Qinglian Fairy City is larger. The circumference of the square square is several miles long. There are two demon-suppressing monuments dozens of feet high in the southeast and northwest of the square.
In front of each demon-suppressing monument, there are a large number of foundation-building monks lining up in several long lines.
Although the square was crowded with people and there was an endless flow of people everywhere, the monks here were silent and their expressions were very heavy.
The air in the entire square seemed to be frozen, and the atmosphere seemed extremely depressing.
After several transmissions, a lot of news has been spread. Although it has not been confirmed, everyone has guessed it.
They are being sent to the front line to resist the invasion from the foreign land of Da Luotian.
The monks who were teleported from various places walked out of the main hall and were taken to several demon-suppressing monuments and lined up silently at the back of the team.
Maybe everyone felt something, no one was chatting, no one was looking around, and there was a tense atmosphere in the air.
Su Fan glanced outside the square. Except for groups of foundation-building monks walking out of the square, there were almost no people on the street outside.
The shops on both sides of the street are all closed, and the entire Qinglian Fairy City has become the frontline base of the battlefield.
After waiting in line for two hours, Su Fan was finally in line. He registered with his new identity jade talisman and was randomly assigned to a team.
Every hundred people form a team, and the leaders are late-stage foundation-building monks sent from various major sects.
(End of chapter)
