Mu Nan turned his attention to the western auditorium of the martial arts arena headed by Zhang Xian.
The peak masters and the disciples above the God Transformation stage sat in rows with serious expressions on their faces.
And in his hand he was dragging an ancient book that was slightly torn and curled.
There is no flowing light, no ancient rhyme or Taoist sound, and it seems to have nothing to do with the immortal weapon.
But since he was dragging him, it must be the legendary Zhenlu Heavenly Book.
In the east of the martial arts arena, there are only twenty-one members of the Qunying Sect headed by Zhao Sihai.
There was a five-foot-long and three-foot-wide sword box with talismans attached directly in front of it, which was held by Zhao Sihai with one hand.
No need to ask any questions, it contains the legendary Immortal Killing Sword.
Mu Nan muttered to himself rather puzzledly:
"Why is the sword box still sealed with a talisman?"
Chen Qing seemed to have forgotten her initial displeasure and explained: "The Immortal Killing Sword is a murderous weapon. If there is no talisman to suppress it, the evil energy of the sword body alone will be unbearable to the monks below the Nascent Soul stage."
Mu Nan joked: "For example, how about the major alchemy repair Mu Nan?"
"Giggle!" Chen Qing's smile was like the chirping of birds in the morning, crisp and sweet: "There is still some self-knowledge."
"cough!"
Xie Huaiwei whispered softly, as if to remind her that the nominal Taoist monk was still there, and to ask him to restrain himself.
Mu Nan felt a little guilty: "This is my good brother Xie Xuan's Taoist companion, Chen Qing."
After finishing speaking, he was a little confused: Why explain this?
It's just a show for the occasion, why get too involved in the show?
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The elder of the Zhilu Hall finished explaining the rules and announced that the competition had officially begun:
"The first match will be between the Heroic Sect Shi Jiushi and the Nine-Year-Old Sect Long Zhantian."
The name of Zhijushi gives people a sinister feeling.
Everyone stretched their necks and watched as he bowed to Zhao Sihai and flew in.
Only then did everyone realize that he was a very upright-looking monk.
The most talked about thing is his tall nose bridge, which really makes many female cultivators envious.
On the other side, Long Zhantian slowly entered the stage at the same time after receiving Zhang Xian's nod.
In the martial arts arena of Jiuyimen, Long Zhantian is regarded as the home field.
Immediately there were shouts from the audience: "Brother Long, come on," "Brother Long, we must win," and so on.
So lively.
As a prodigy who has not been born in the Jiuyi Sect for thousands of years, and as the first starter, Long Zhantian naturally has enough hopes placed on him.
Mu Nan was also infected by the warm atmosphere and praised:
"Long Zhantian is a role model for us!"
Whether it is the speed of practice, the filial piety of taking care of his mother to practice, and the pace of being unfazed by honor or disgrace, they all reflect the magnificence that a powerful person should have.
"It takes half a year to build the foundation, one year to form the elixir, and two years to form the Nascent Soul. You, a person who only took three years to build the foundation, should really study hard."
Chen Qing's contempt came so suddenly that she almost missed Mu Nan's waist.
Sure enough, in order to win the girl's favor, he tried his best to belittle his brother.
And using your brother's embarrassing things as a source of conversation is an eternal routine for men in the period of hormonal bursts.
Long Zhantian waved to the audience, stopped the early celebration carnival, raised his hands to Zhi Jiushi and said: "Fellow Zhi Taoist, Long is polite."
Corpse Jiushi cupped his hands in return, but said nothing.
This move caused dissatisfaction among the audience.
"Is the Qunying Sect so ignorant of etiquette?"
"They are all from the top four sects. Who does he look down on?"
Shijushi seemed to turn a blind eye to the discussions in the audience.
He carefully took off a rusty copper bell from his waist and shook it twice. The sound was slightly dull.
Just like an ordinary brass bell.
Outsiders were confused, but Long Zhantian, as an insider, felt his heart tremble for no reason.
He even had the illusion that he had fought with Shi Jiushi.
Not victorious.
"There's something weird about the copper bell!"
Shi Jiushi glanced at him and said, "Donor Long, if you don't take action, you will have no chance."
After that, he threw the copper bell into the air.
"Click!"
A crisp sound reached the ears of everyone present.
Into the heart.
Just when everyone was confused, the copper bell broke into pieces and turned into eight fragments, scattered around him.
Corpse Jiushi then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes tightly, and clasped his hands together.
"Amitabha!"
The copper bell fragments ejected eight rays of golden light along with the sound of Buddha.
Converging on top of his head.
A yellow morning and evening bell in the shape of a golden bell, like a water curtain, slowly fell.
Shroud him.
It is quite similar to the undisclosed secret Fudo Zen of Beiliu Zen Temple.
The monk is dignified and solemn, and the morning and evening bells are majestic.
People can't help but have the urge to worship.
Long Zhantian suppressed the restlessness in his heart, raised his right hand, and a blood-colored long knife trembled slightly.
"Now that the corpse Taoist fellow has prepared his defense, Mr. Long let go of his hands and feet."
Xie Huaiwei said: "Senior Brother Long's weapon is called Blood Drink, and it is a Taoist weapon admired by the Taoist leader. It complements his Dragon Recalling Slash, and its power is unstoppable."
Mu Nan nodded subconsciously and did not reply.
He felt something was wrong, but couldn't put his finger on it.
"Dragon Donor, the poor monk gives you a chance to attack. After the attack, the poor monk will attack with all his strength!"
Corpse Jiushi's eyes were a little deep, and his tone was neither urgent nor slow.
But in Long Zhantian's view, he was in the realm of transformation into gods, and the opponent was a fourth-grade ascetic.
At best, it is equivalent to the peak cultivation level of a god.
How can I let myself attack and it's like a reward?
There is more contempt in it than generosity.
Long Zhantian was slightly stunned.
"One sword shows through the ages!"
The blood drink has a slight pick.
"call!"
With such a simple blow, a pure white sword energy burst out from the ground instantly.
He struck at the Dawn and Dusk Bell with an invincible momentum.
Sharp and swift.
Everywhere he passed was a trench.
"Bang!"
The sword energy collided with the morning and evening clock.
The sword energy was scattered in all directions.
The sound of the bell is melodious and mellow, and the golden light bursts out with ripples.
Xie Huaiwei nodded slightly:
"Senior Brother Long's sword technique was very powerful and heavy, and the first strike was not full of strength. Choosing to pick up instead of cutting down is obviously the best response to Zhijiu Shi's arrogance."
Mu Nan shook his head:
"Even I can barely withstand Long Zhantian's attack. It's really unwise to put it in this situation."
Mu Nan feels that even if it is a fight to the death, one should try his best at all times.
Indecisiveness leads to disaster.
Long Zhantian has been wearing the halo for too long and has forgotten this simple truth?
Chen Qing had always been concerned about Mu Nan, and interjected with a hint of ridicule: "A powerful person should have a powerful demeanor, and he will not be like a little monk who only seeks temporary gain."
The same discussion spread among other viewers.
Most of them boast about the power of Long Zhantian's sword, as if this sword has already won.
Only Zhang Xian sighed: "Let's arrange reincarnation for Long Zhantian."
Shi Jiushi seemed to be responding to Zhang Xian, his lips moving:
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately! Put down the butcher's knife..."
Life-seeking Sanskrit!
The heroes of the sect are all educated, and their practices are complex.
There is nothing wrong with practicing Buddhism.
However, the Sanskrit chant for life is a taboo in Buddhism, and it cannot be practiced without the status of Bodhisattva. Otherwise, it will be backlashed and turned into a demon.
Corpse Dove is nothing more than a fourth-grade ascetic, how can he be so bold?
When the first Sanskrit sound entered his ears, Long Zhantian felt dizzy and unsteady.
When he noticed something strange, he hurriedly recited the Jing Mantra to resist.
Unexpectedly, the second Sanskrit sound went straight to the bottom of my heart.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
He only felt as if his whole body was being torn back and forth by thousands of ghosts.
The soul felt like it had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives.
The pain was almost unbearable.
He held his head in his hands and rolled on the ground, even throwing away the long knife.
But the life-demanding Sanskrit chant did not stop. As Shijushi's speech became faster and faster, the sound became louder and louder.
Long Zhantian roared loudly, and Yang Shen was directly blasted out of the body.
Yang Shen is also called Yuan Ling, which is a sign of great power in the transformation stage.
Theoretically, after cultivating Yang Shen, the body can be discarded.
As long as the soul is preserved, it will be immortal.
But Yang Shen couldn't stand the rules of heaven and earth, and couldn't absorb and refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to practice on his own.
Once the physical body is destroyed, it means that the whole life will end in the realm of Yangshen.
Without the nourishment of the physical body, but using Yang Shen to fight against the enemy, every time one point of spiritual power is used, one point of spiritual power is lost, and it is almost impossible to recover.
Therefore, it seems that Yang Shen is still a powerful person in the realm of transformation into gods, but after facing enemies many times, his strength drops sharply and is even inferior to that of a monk in the Qi refining stage.
Long Zhan Tianyang God was rushed out of the body, which seemed to be caught off guard.
But the life-calling Sanskrit sound was originally aimed at the soul, and the moment the Yang Shen left his body, he felt as if he had been cast a body-holding technique and remained motionless.
Like a demon in a daze.
His eyes were looking at Shi Jiu Shi journeyingly.
There was no resistance and no fight back.
Even worse than a lamb left to be slaughtered.
