Time passed slowly, and five or six days passed in the blink of an eye.
More and more monks have been arriving over the past few days, eventually reaching more than a hundred people, making the originally quiet hall lively.
There were only a few dozen jade pillars in the hall, so naturally all of them had already been occupied, and the rest had no choice but to find a place below to wait.
After a few days, the number of cultivators who came here gradually became less and less, and in the end, no one entered the hall again for a whole morning.
At this moment, the calm expressions of the extremely yin old man and the old man in Confucian clothing could not help but become solemn. They did not continue to talk, but looked towards the entrance from time to time.
It was obvious that the two of them were expecting something.
In the afternoon, footsteps finally sounded again at the entrance of the hall, a blue light flashed, and two figures walked in one after another.
One is an old Taoist with white hair and a rosy complexion, while the other is a thin, dark old man dressed as an old farmer with a bitter look on his face.
As soon as these two people appeared, they immediately attracted many people's attention, and some people who knew them looked in awe.
Obviously, these are two Nascent Soul stage monks, and from the solemn expressions on the faces of the old man in Jiyin and the old man in Confucian clothing, it can be determined that the other party is from the righteous side.
"Old Demon Jiyin! You came quite early? It seems that you people in the demonic path are bound to win this trip to the Xutian Palace..."
"Tianwuzi! It's not that I came early, but that you hypocrites came too late. Unfortunately, I thought the news that you two had residual pictures in their hands was false, so I came anyway! This is good, just right. Let this Patriarch save you..."
The two sides belong to the good and evil paths, and they seem to have a lot of hatred. When Fang meets, he is at war with each other, and his words are full of undisguised murderous intent.
But at this moment, another deep voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the old Taoist Tian Wuzi who wanted to fight back: "Ji Yin! Who do you want to save? How about you save me too!"
After hearing this, the righteous party naturally showed joy, but the expressions of the extremely sinister old man and the old man in Confucian clothing all changed greatly. Even the beautiful woman who had been silent suddenly raised her head and stared at the entrance not far away with a cold voice. road:
"Wan Tianming, it's you!"
"It turns out to be Mrs. Wen. I haven't seen her for many years. Her style is even better than before!" Before she finished speaking, a blue light flashed at the entrance, and a middle-aged man in purple robe and jade belt walked in.
This man had a square face and thick eyebrows, his face was as smooth as jade, and he exuded a monstrous aura without showing any signs of expression. He glanced at the beautiful woman, and without waiting for a response, he looked at the two Jiyin people aside, with a trace of amusement flashing in his deep eyes.
Being stared at so unscrupulously, the old monster Ji Yin was naturally very angry. However, he kept silent from beginning to end, obviously very afraid.
The atmosphere was a bit depressing, especially for the demonic side, who were obviously angry but afraid to speak. But at this moment, the beautiful woman spoke again, breaking the deadlock:
"Wan Tianming, the sword maid that this lady is sitting on was injured by one of your disciples, right?"
"It's just a discussion, why should I care about it, madam? Is it possible that for such a trivial matter, I have to ask Wan Xingxing for guilt?" Wan Tianming narrowed his eyes slightly and replied indifferently.
"What kind of competition! It's obviously bullying. My sword maid is only in the early stage of foundation building. How can she be your disciple's opponent? Are you deliberately bullying my disciples?"
"Insulting? How could it be possible? For the sake of my respected husband, Wan turned around and asked my disciple to bear the blame." Wan Tianming frowned, and then said nonchalantly.
"My matter has nothing to do with the Six Paths. If you don't want to, just discuss it with me directly." When the Six Paths were mentioned, the beautiful woman was obviously a little annoyed.
"Sparring with Madam? Let's forget it. If the Six Paths know that I have bullied you, why don't they get angry and turn to Wan Mou for their lives? What if a war between the good and the evil paths breaks out?" Wan Tianming obviously knows that the other party The inside story between the two deliberately mentioned Liu Dao's name again, and there was a lot of ridicule in their words.
Sure enough, when the beautiful woman heard this, her cheeks turned red and she was filled with shame and anger. In the end, he could only glare at the other party and ignore him.
Seeing this, Wan Tianming couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly, and turned to look in the direction of Jiyin Old Monster again. Just as he was about to continue saying something, he was suddenly interrupted by a rumbling vibration outside, followed by the whole hall. He trembled slightly.
For a moment, everyone's eyes involuntarily looked at the entrance. Unlike Zhengdao's vigilance, the extremely yin old man and the old man in Confucian clothing showed joy.
Soon, as the shaking sound became louder and louder, an unusually tall figure strode in. The visitor was wearing a blue robe, with a curly yellow beard, and his body seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds. Every step he took made the entire hall tremble slightly.
Such a performance immediately shocked countless people.
"Beard!" Mo Juren, who was sitting on a jade pillar somewhere, was also slightly shocked when he saw the person coming. It's not that he's afraid of anything, but he's thinking of the "Tian Tian Demon Skill" practiced by the other party.
This is not an ordinary skill, but one of the components of Han Li's future 'Brahma Saint True Demon Skill'. This skill can be cultivated in both body and mind, and can be practiced until the stage of transcending tribulation. It is definitely a top-notch magical skill, and even he is extremely excited.
It's a pity that I can only think about it in my mind at the moment, and the possibility of getting it together is extremely low. The most basic "Ming Wang Jue" is easy, however, the final film of Fan Sheng is something that can only be encountered but not sought.
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That is, only a man of luck like Han Li would get such an opportunity. It would be a bit slim for anyone else.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Han Li. My own appearance has affected the other party to a certain extent, and I wonder if I will encounter this thing again like the original fate line?
"It turns out to be Master Wan. It seems that Man really came to the right place this time. He has always wanted to learn from Master Wan but never had a chance. This time he finally got his wish." Man's beard looked at Wan Tianming with a bell-like gaze. , burst out laughing, the provocation in his words undisguised.
"Wan has long admired Brother Man's Demonic Power, and he just wants to ask for advice!" Wan Tianming snorted coldly, but he was not afraid at all.
"Hehe, it's easy to say, it's easy to say, Wan Sect Master's Tianluo True Skill has also been admired by me for a long time..."
Both sides exchanged words, but no one actually took action, and this was not the place to do so.
Wan Tianming said no more, and together with the old Taoist and the old farmer, they found a jade pillar and flew onto it. The monk who originally occupied this place dared to have any objections, but the old Taoist said something secretly, and then respectfully gave up.
Unlike the three of them, Manbeard was not at all humble. Instead, he raised his head and scanned the surroundings unscrupulously. Then he swayed and flew towards a jade pillar somewhere.
Unexpectedly, the other party chose the exact location where Mo Juren was. He couldn't help but feel speechless. Could it be that his luck had reached its lowest point again? Can this happen by chance?
His physical body has already reached a terrifying level of tyranny, even some top-level monsters with powerful monster bodies cannot compare to it. Regardless of the fact that Man Beard's magic power of supporting the sky is extraordinary, as long as he doesn't compete for magic power, he is not afraid at all.
However, an idea suddenly came to his mind, and he thought of a possibility, and his original plan to resist suddenly changed.
"Get out! I own this place!" Manbeard behaved extremely domineeringly. As soon as his huge body stood firm, he immediately stared at the person in front of him with cold eyes and said in a cold tone.
In his opinion, with his reputation and strength, unless the other party is a Nascent Soul stage monk, he would not dare to reject him. Unexpectedly, an accident occurred.
The other party just looked at him blankly, as if he didn't react.
"Seeking death!" Man Beard was slightly surprised, but in an instant he became furious. Due to the environment here, others can't do it, but it doesn't matter to him. With his tyrannical body, it would be easy to slap this blind guy to death.
As for the rules set by the Star Palace not to do anything here, he didn't care at all. Besides, as long as no one is killed, no one will say anything if the junior is given a severe lesson.
As his thoughts flashed through his mind, he took action without hesitation, and his hand like a cattail leaf turned into a black shadow and suddenly drew towards the opponent.
"Peng..." There was only a loud muffled sound. Mo Juren, who was sitting cross-legged, just resisted for a moment and was like a shooting star. He was pulled out of the jade pillar and then hit a corner somewhere.
This scene was naturally seen by Han Li and Xu Qingcheng. Their expressions changed slightly and they were about to do something when a familiar voice suddenly sounded in the sea of consciousness. They were surprised and returned to their original state again.
"You don't overestimate your capabilities!" Manbeard snorted, his eyes full of ridicule, but he didn't bother to talk to him anymore, but the extremely yin old monster on the side was a little surprised.
He knew that this guy's physical strength was extremely strong, so why was he so vulnerable at this moment? After another thought, Man Beard was a real mid-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse, and he practiced the "Tian Tuo Demon Technique" which was known as the best defense in the Chaotic Star Sea. It was not surprising that he could beat the opponent's Danjie Stage monk to this level.
Thinking of this, joy flashed in his eyes and disappeared in an instant. Needless to say, Wu Chou was extremely happy in his heart, but he suddenly became worried again. After suffering a blow from a strong man in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, could he not be seriously injured and choose to retreat? Then wouldn't his plan to kill the other party be in vain?
He quickly turned his head and looked down. It was okay not to look, but the more he looked, the more frightened he became.
At this time, Mo Juren could be described as "extremely miserable". His face was as pale as paper, and bright red blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. He coughed several times from time to time, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.
He supported his body with "extreme difficulty", took out a bottle of pills and swallowed them all, then he crossed his legs and closed his eyes to seize the time to recover.
There were many gloating eyes around him, all secretly mocking this person for his lack of eyesight. Well now, getting such a result is purely self-inflicted.
Somewhere on the jade pillar in the edge area, there were also two strange monks with strange eyes. One of them moved his lips slightly, but the other person shook his head slightly, and then returned to normal.
This can only be regarded as a small episode, and soon no one will pay attention to it anymore. The Nascent Soul stage monks on both sides of the good and evil paths above the jade pillar didn't take it to heart, and instead chatted about more important things.
For most of the Nascent Soul stage monks here, coming to Xutian Palace is not just for the ordinary treasures. The ultimate goal is naturally Xutian Cauldron.
Of course, this tripod is not easy to obtain, but the treasures contained in it are equally coveted. Especially the 'Tian-Building Pill', which is rumored to be able to make up for the monk's Five Elements Spiritual Roots. No one will give up such a treasure.
While they were chatting, the blue light flashed again at the entrance of the hall, and two figures appeared. Two old men in white came, with silver beards and hair, flowing skirts, and an air of immortality.
The two of them were naturally the elders of the Star Palace. The moment they appeared, most of the monks in the hall were in awe regardless of what they were thinking in their hearts. Some monks finally felt relieved after seeing the two of them appearing.
In contrast, the old monsters of good and evil have a different state of mind, with envy, disgust and helplessness, all in all extremely complicated.
The two elders of the Star Palace naturally felt something, but they didn't care. One of them even started to introduce it with a kind face:
"After three hundred years, the Xutian Palace has been opened again. It is luck that you can gather here. I hope you will not let down such a rare opportunity."
"Because the two Holy Masters are in retreat, they cannot come to preside over this operation, so we two old guys will do it for us and supervise the matter on behalf of the Star Palace Law Enforcement Hall."
"Are the rules? It's still the same as before. No one can bully the weak or kill people to steal treasures. If you really do that, it's fine if you are not discovered. Once you are discovered, don't blame us for being ruthless. Maybe you can hide here. But once you get outside, your star palace will issue a wanted order and you will be chased and killed."
"Of course, this rule only applies to the outer hall. The two of us will not enter the inner hall, let alone interfere with anything in the inner hall. If you feel unsure, it is better not to take risks easily..."
"In addition, even if we are in the outer hall, if we encounter danger from the Xutian Palace itself during the process, we will not interfere. Life, death, wealth and wealth depend on our own abilities..."
"Okay, that's the rule. It's still some time before Xutian Palace is officially opened. It's still too late to regret and retreat. Everyone can make their own decisions..."
After speaking, the old man did not continue, but glanced at the hall with lightning eyes.
When other people saw this look, they lowered their heads to avoid it. Only Manbeard and Wan Tianming were obviously not very afraid, but looked at each other without giving in.
"These two old monsters are here too, which is a bit tricky!" The kind old man frowned and murmured. However, when his gaze shifted to a certain corner and saw a certain figure, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and there was a faint flash of light.
He turned around and glanced at the cold-faced old man beside him. He also looked suspicious, but didn't say anything.
But at this moment, a message suddenly spread into the sea of consciousness. After listening to it, the kind old man suddenly felt enlightened. When he looked at that figure again, he couldn't help but feel a little complicated.
Surprised? disappointment? pity? And so on.
He didn't say anything. Instead, he and the cold-faced old man sat down cross-legged on the left and right sides of the entrance, closed their eyes and began to practice.
Since the people from the Star Palace appeared, the atmosphere in the hall has also changed, and there is a hint of restraint. Even the Nascent Soul stage old monsters from the good and evil paths have also stopped communicating.
Time continued to pass in this strange and quiet atmosphere, and three days passed unknowingly. During this period, monks arrived one after another, but the number was very small, only three or four.
On the morning of the fourth day, a sudden change occurred.
Bursts of roaring sounds followed, and a white jade stone door fell down at the entrance of the hall without any warning, sealing the entire hall completely in an instant.
"Are we going to start?" In the corner, Mo Juren, who had taken a whole bottle of low-level Yuan Yang Dan, finally regained a rare trace of color on his face. At least in the eyes of outsiders, he has barely recovered.
At this time, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Now that he knew about the existence of the Counter Star Alliance, why didn't the Star Palace react at all? Could it be possible to just watch helplessly and do nothing?
In another part of the hall, Wu Chou, who had been paying great attention to him, naturally didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that he was fine and his expression was very calm, he couldn't help feeling slightly relieved. It seems that the problem is not big, so you shouldn’t back down easily, right?
The two Star Palace elders also opened their eyes, then stood up and walked towards the front of the hall. At the same time, the ground at the end of the front shook slightly, and a dazzling white light lit up.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, a small teleportation array about ten feet long and wide appeared out of thin air.
The formation is so weird that even the Nascent Soul stage monks cannot clearly understand its principles. Of course, this doesn't matter, and no one cares about it.
Soon, the two Star Palace elders had already arrived in front of the teleportation array, checked it briefly, and then said: "There is no problem with the teleportation array. From here is the outer hall, everyone should do their own thing!"
After saying this, the two of them stepped onto the teleportation formation one after another without hesitation. As two white lights flashed by, their figures disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, other monks in the hall also reacted one after another.
On the right side, Wan Tianming and others headed forward and headed forward. Mo Juren was no exception. He disappeared into the teleportation array in the middle position. As for Han Li and Xu Qingcheng, they had already taken the lead.
Seeing this, Wu Chou couldn't help but glance at the ancestor of Jiyin beside him. The latter's expression remained unchanged, but a cold light flashed in his slender eyes: "Don't be impatient, there are plenty of opportunities."
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A burst of white light flashed, and when it reappeared, everything in front of him instantly became unfamiliar.
Mo Juren did not act immediately, but looked around carefully. There was a piece of grass under his feet, which was a bit barren and lifeless.
The area about ten feet away in front was completely blocked by thick gray-white mist, in which a sinister wind was raging, mixed with the sounds of ghosts crying and screaming, which made people feel chilly in their hearts.
"This is Ghost Mist!" Mo Juren's heart moved slightly, but he didn't have much fear. Turning to look at the position on the other side, there were two figures of a man and a woman standing there.
The man has an average appearance, about forty years old, and his cultivation is only in the middle stage of pill formation; the woman is wearing a blue palace dress, carrying two gorgeous long swords on her back, and a jasper belt tied around her slender waist. Like a female sword fairy.
His appearance is beautiful, his temperament is slightly cold, and he has a hint of sharp sword intent. He appears to be around 20 years old, but his cultivation has reached the peak of the late stage of pill formation.
The moment they saw Mo Juren, the two of them were startled for a moment, and then suddenly thought of something.
The scene that happened in the hall before fell on almost everyone's eyes, so it was not difficult to recognize his identity. There was a strange look in the man's eyes, but it was the woman whose expression remained cold and unchanged.
After seemingly deliberation for a moment, the man took the initiative to approach, bowed his hands and said, "I'm Lu Yue from Tiangongmen. That's Fairy Biyue from Lingjian Valley. I've met this fellow Taoist."
"Miaoyinmen, Mo Juren!" Mo Juren didn't hide anything and immediately nodded and replied.
"It turns out he is a fellow member of the Miaoyin Sect. Lu is disrespectful!" Upon hearing the introduction, Lu Yue suddenly looked surprised, and his attitude immediately became enthusiastic.
Tiangong Sect is not a top sect, but it is much better than Miaoyin Sect. If it were in the past, he would never have such an attitude.
However, with the addition of Nascent Soul Stage monks many years ago, Miaoyin Sect has changed from what it used to be, so etiquette must not be lost.
After a pause, he immediately began to explain his purpose.
"This ghost mist is full of dangers. I wonder if Brother Mo is willing to go with us so that he can have someone to look after him on the way?"
"Forget it, Mo is seriously injured, so I won't drag you two down." Mo Juren shook his head directly. He still had important things to do. It would be too troublesome to go with these two people, so he chose to refuse.
"This..." Hearing this, Lu Yue couldn't help but be startled, and then reacted. The opponent was hit by a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul before, and he was probably seriously injured. It may not be visible on the surface, but it is not so easy to recover on the inside.
Thinking of this, the original idea of inviting the other party was instantly extinguished. After all, with the other party's current situation, even if he followed, it would be just a burden and the gain would not be worth the loss.
He had no intention of taking care of others, so he shook his head slightly and said,
"Okay then, I won't bother Brother Mo anymore."
In his opinion, the other party probably did not intend to enter the ghost mist, and instead waited here, and would be able to leave safely in a month. It's just a pity that without a helper, it is still a bit dangerous to rely on just the two of them.
There is no way around this. There are only three people teleported here randomly, and there is no other choice.
Lu Yue returned to the Biyue Fairy, and the two exchanged a few words in a low voice. Without any further hesitation, they entered the ghost mist side by side, and soon there was no trace left.
Mo Juren vaguely guessed what the other party was thinking, but he didn't explain it. He waited for a moment again and then moved forward.
