At this time, in addition to Yuwen Wen, there were already many powerful people surrounding Thunder Waterfall.
Some acquaintances gathered together and talked about something, and some stood alone somewhere, looking at the thunder waterfall with curiosity on their faces.
Lu Lifei landed on Yu Wenwen's blade weapon, looked around and said, "Where is the Immortal Arena?"
Yu Wenwen pointed to the foot of the thunder waterfall in the distance, "When the time is up, a portal will appear below. Once you enter, you will enter the competition arena."
"Oh, how long will it take to wait?"
"This is uncertain. Under normal circumstances, the teleportation will be started on the third day after the Immortal List appears, and then it will take another half a year before the teleportation is turned off and the arena is opened."
"Three days, so if nothing else happens, the portal will be opened tomorrow?" Lu Li asked with some anticipation.
"It's like this under normal circumstances, but it doesn't make any sense. Even if you are the first to go in, you still have to wait. If the passage is not closed, the arena will not be opened." Yu Wenwen didn't look worried at all.
"That's right."
Lu Li said and sat down cross-legged on the blade. After Yu Wenwen also sat down, he continued, "It is said that the people in the Immortal City will also participate in this arena competition. They are also like us. From here Come in?"
"No, they will directly enter the competition arena."
"..."
While Lu Li and the two were chatting, figures one after another flew out of the vortex around the thunder waterfall.
After taking a look around, these people also used their flying spiritual weapons one after another, either meditating and waiting, or chatting, and waited around the thunder waterfall.
In the early morning of the next day, more and more acquaintances came here, and Lu Li became very busy. He got up from time to time to say hello to people. He seemed to be quite popular.
People from the Sword Palace also came and gathered on a golden spirit boat.
Including the headmaster Ye Xuanqiu and the holy son Ke Shaoyang, there were eight people in the group.
This is all there is in the Mingxin Sword Palace. There were originally ten elders, but three of them died in Lu Li's hands, and one died in the Night Demon Continent. Currently, there are only six elders left.
The Holy Son, Ke Shaoyang, has only achieved the breakthrough of fusion in the past three hundred years. However, with his innate single-gold spiritual root and the support of the resources of the Sword Palace, his cultivation has progressed very quickly. He is now at the bottleneck in the early stages of fusion.
At present, he is only over 5,000 years old, which is considered very impressive.
No one from the Sword Palace came to look for Lu Li. Lu Li only looked at him from afar and then looked away. He believed that the other party would come to him sooner or later.
In addition to the Holy Son of Sword Palace, Lu Li also met some strong men who looked younger.
But there were only two people he could really name. One was Tian Rong, the Holy Son of Yunwu Valley, and the other was Mo Xuanqi, the Holy Son of Wuchen Dao Palace.
Like Ke Shaoyang, these two people had dealt with him in Tianhaiyuan, and he even gave Mo Xuanqi a few Five Elements Pills at that time.
"Look, it's moving!"
At this moment, a cry suddenly came from a green spirit boat, which caused many people to look up and look towards the thunder waterfall.
Sure enough, a mist emerged from the foot of the thunder waterfall that originally had only countless purple thunders shining.
The mist sprayed more and more, and the speed became faster and faster. In a short time, it spread for more than ten miles, making this huge thunder waterfall appear to be towering on a cloud of white clouds.
Immediately afterwards, there was a buzzing sound inside the cloud, and colorful rays of light bloomed from the cloud. Finally, a huge colorful altar was formed in the center of the clouds.
The altar's spiritual light shines, and a huge bowl-shaped barrier is propped up above it, blocking the falling thunder waterfall.
"Is this the portal?"
Some people who didn't know why looked at the huge colorful altar and muttered uncertainly. Seeing that no one was moving, they didn't dare to move rashly.
But before long, someone dodges away first, lands on the altar, and then disappears.
Immediately afterwards, several more rays of light shot out of the sky, and just like the previous person, they disappeared. Seeing someone starting to speak, those who were unsure finally became convinced and followed them one after another.
at the same time.
In an unknown space, there is a sunken viewing area surrounded on all sides.
The bottom of the viewing area is a square square.
The square is not big, only a hundred feet long and wide. In the center stands a nine-foot-tall stone tablet.
To the left and right of the stone monument, there are five ancient arched door frames, and in the center of each door frame is a blue vortex, which looks like a teleportation vortex.
At this time, there were fifty-six old men with powerful auras sitting in the viewing seats to the east. Some people closed their eyes and meditated, while others were chatting quietly with the people next to them.
What is shocking is that the cultivation levels of these people are all at the peak level of integration.
"Hey, it's been nine thousand years and I still haven't stepped out of that threshold. It's better not to have an accident this time. Otherwise, it would be fun to be squeezed out of the immortal list." An old man looked at the empty viewing seats opposite. He sighed secretly and said.
"Brother Bai, you are worrying too much. We are at the peak of our integration after all. With the high cultivation level of those newcomers, it will be no problem to keep their seats." The person next to him consoled him.
"It's not as simple as you said. It is said that the rules of the battle for the Immortal List are different every time. If old people like us are arranged to fight in pairs, someone has to be eliminated, right?"
"Probably not. In the last competition, the newcomers faced off against the old people. The old people won one game and retained their seats."
"Who can say for sure..."
Both of them entered the Immortal City in the last term, and they were still young at the time. However, nine thousand years have passed by in a hurry, and they have reached the end of their lifespan, but their cultivation is stuck at the peak bottleneck and it is difficult to break through.
Of course, they should also be lucky, because once they break through, they will be forced to participate in a real immortal level arena, not such a respectable level arena.
But what still worries them old people is that the rules of the Zun-level arena are not fixed.
It would be better if it went like the previous session, with newcomers challenging the old ones.
If the random battles were disrupted, they would not be able to guarantee that their peak cultivation would definitely stay on the list.
What's even more terrifying is that once these old people lose their qualifications for the list, they will not only be expelled from the Undead City, but will be exiled to the Void Land, which is equivalent to being imprisoned.
If you cannot break through in cultivation, you will only grow old and die alone in the void in this life.
"They're coming."
Suddenly, a sound that was neither salty nor bland sounded in the viewing area to the east, causing many people to open their eyes and look towards the viewing area on the opposite side.
Under everyone's gaze, the three teleportation vortexes at the top of the viewing area opposite began to rotate rapidly.
Immediately afterwards, a bald old monk took the lead and flew out of the whirlpool in the middle.
This person is the presiding Dharma letter of Mingguang Pagoda. He calmly glanced at the strong men opposite, and then walked indifferently towards the stone platform next to him.
As soon as Faxin sat down, another figure flew out of the teleportation vortex one after another...
