Han Feng trembled all over and slowly opened his eyes. He felt the sea of soul stirring and expanding outwards. In the sound of bells and drums, his soul power cultivation had made a breakthrough, although he was still at the beginning of the journey. The realm of perfection, but the range of the soul sea has reached almost three thousand feet.
After more than ten breaths, the sound of bells and drums gradually fell silent. Many low-level monks gained something, and the sound of roars came and went one after another.
Han Feng was equally happy in his heart. He stood up quickly, walked out of the cave, and walked towards the valley between the mountains. There was the temporary gathering place of the Seven East Branches, and all the elders were there.
Just a moment ago, his identity jade tag beeped, and Elder Yan of the Sanye Sect called them disciples to gather over and prepare to go to the teleportation array in the Grand Canyon of Death.
After a while, Han Feng arrived in the valley smoothly and stood quietly in an open space that had been leveled a few days ago, waiting for the arrival of the elders.
A few miles away from this open space, there are more than a hundred ordinary courtyards built. They are residences built by the elders. Some courtyards are surrounded by transplanted trees, providing shade and elegance.
At this moment, many disciples have come here, in twos and threes, some are silent, some are whispering, and most of them sit down and close their eyes to meditate.
After about ten rests, the disciples arrived one after another, and soon all three hundred selected monks were gathered.
"call……"
A gust of wind passed by, and in the courtyard ahead, various lights lit up. Elders from various sects emerged one after another, and in a few flashes they were in front of their disciples.
"Let's go!" Elder Han of the Xuanqing Sect flicked his sleeves and said straightforwardly without any nonsense.
With that said, he took a step in the air and turned into a stream of cyan light and rushed towards the location of the Heaven and Earth Qi Wall. The other elders also turned into various colors of light and followed closely behind, disappearing in an instant.
The disciples of the Xuanqing Sect were the first to react, flying into the air with various talismans and following behind. The other sects were not to be outdone, and each used their own methods to follow suit.
Han Feng casually activated a whirlwind talisman and followed them forward at a leisurely pace. When he flew out of the valley, he suddenly discovered that there were bright lights everywhere in front of him, like hundreds of rivers entering the sea. They all rushed to the direction of the Heaven and Earth Qi Wall. The scene was vast and shocking.
"There are so many people! How fierce the competition is!" A newcomer from the Yuling Sect exclaimed.
"Junior Sister Yuan, don't be afraid, I will protect you, hehe!" Another young monk from the Yuling Sect came over and said with a playful smile.
"Bah, who wants your protection? It's good if you can take care of yourself!" This newcomer to the Yuling Sect is a beautiful woman. She glanced at the other party with an indifferent expression, spat unceremoniously, and used a magic trick in her hand. Hurry, the speed is faster, and the young monk is thrown away in the blink of an eye.
"Hey, wait for me!" The young man from the Yuling Sect didn't mind her attitude at all, and used all his energy to chase after her shamelessly.
The surrounding monks couldn't help but smile when they saw this scene, and their originally tense expressions relaxed a little.
Han Feng was flying not far behind. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but look at the lonely figure of Murong Xue in the distance ahead. Her speed was extremely fast, cutting through the rolling wind like a sharp sword. The white clothes are whiter than the snow, and the hem of the clothes is so beautiful that it seems to be a bit unearthly, attracting the burning eyes of countless monks.
"snort!"
Suddenly, a cold snort sounded in Han Feng's ears. He turned his head and looked to the left. Hundreds of feet away, Situ Changqing was staring at him at some point. He stretched out his hand to make a cutting gesture on his neck and raised his mouth. He raised his head slightly and sneered again and again.
Han Feng's face was expressionless, he looked away calmly, and continued to move forward at a speed of seventy or eighty feet per breath.
Situ Changqing didn't stop any longer. He made a seal with his hands, and a green light flashed all over his body. His speed increased sharply, and he quickly moved away from here. Judging from the direction, he seemed to be flying towards Murong Xue.
Soon, less than half an hour passed, and the group of them flew smoothly for more than a hundred miles. The wall of heaven and earth air became more realistic. The necrotic energy rolling above flew out from time to time, disrupting the heaven and earth. The spiritual energy sizzled and flashed with various colors of light, which looked a bit weird.
At the same time, a round platform gradually appeared in front of them, becoming more and more huge. When they slowly descended under the instructions of the elders, the round platform had turned into a majestic building as tall as a mountain, enough to It's a hundred feet high and a thousand feet big, which is intimidating.
As a Talisman Master, Han Feng looked more carefully. Even though he was standing several miles away, he still discovered that there were small and complicated golden thread patterns engraved around the round platform, which occasionally shone and caused strong fluctuations. .
In fact, at this moment, disciples from other branches also came to the periphery of this round platform, and countless monks gathered in the tens of thousands.
In mid-air, there were many elders densely guarding the disciples of their branch, and the atmosphere in the entire venue became a bit depressing.
Higher up, spiritual light surged, as if an ancestor was hiding and lurking, and the pressure shrouded all directions.
Perhaps, these ancestors have always been secretly watching over them, but they just didn't notice it.
"This is a war!" If Han Feng realized something, Elder Yan mentioned it to him through a summons before, but he didn't quite understand it. Now that he has personally observed it, his feelings are even deeper.
At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly lit up above the round platform in the distance, like the scorching sun, illuminating the sky and the earth in all directions.
After a while, these lights converged and disappeared, revealing eight figures. Their faces were shrouded in a faint light. Their faces could not be seen, but the aura of each one was as deep as the sea, and they seemed to be a bit more powerful than the ordinary monks who formed the perfect pill. .
One of them was dressed in crimson clothes, standing like a red lotus in the air. It was the red lotus fairy who previously connected the seven branches of the East.
At this moment, a male monk in the middle, wearing a robe with a purple dragon pattern, swept around the disciples below and slowly said: "The trial of returning to the origin, which is held every ten years, is about to begin again. Time passes by , it has been the one thousand and thirty-third session so far, and many amazing and talented people have emerged among them. Geniuses and treasures can be obtained by those who are capable. Whether you can stand out depends on your own destiny!"
After saying this, he stretched out his right hand and pointed his slender and white index finger towards the lower circular platform. The aura fell and flew directly into the circular platform.
There was a soft "buzz" sound, and the entire huge round platform gradually lit up. The golden light flowed and turned, like a burning flame, spreading step by step. Finally, all the golden lines lit up, bursting out with a dazzling brilliance.
