Like other monks, Fang Yingxing and his party also arrived at the gathering point of the monk army, preparing to enter the inner perimeter of the Immortal Burial Land.
It was a clear morning, and the sun penetrated the clouds and shone on a vast plain. Here, an army of thousands of monks gathered. They were dressed in various robes, some as elegant as immortals, some as steady as mountains, and some as agile as wind. Their eyes were focused on the central altar.
On that formation altar, stood a group of monks, less than a hundred of them. Standing at the front were the sixth-level spiritual creation monks from various major forces. They could be said to be the top combat power of the monk army.
There were only a few people standing behind them, men and women, giving people completely different impressions, but without exception, their eyes shone with confidence, which was a sign of a strong Taoist heart.
There were also monks Fang Yingxing knew inside. One was Chen Qiyun. His eyes were deep and cold, as if he could penetrate all illusions. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but that smile seemed to be a kind of ridicule, mocking those enemies who dared to be enemies with him. A golden halberd in his hand shone with dazzling light.
The other one is Ao Yu. He is wearing a piece of dragon scale armor, which is the symbol of Tianjiao Dragon Palace and shines with dazzling light. His blue-gold halberd floated beside him, shining brightly.
However, he kept staring at a male monk next to him whom Fang Yingxing did not recognize.
The monk was eight feet tall and slender, like an unsheathed sword. His face was resolute and angular, and he was dressed in a black robe with complex runes embroidered on it, vaguely exuding the pressure of the great avenue. On his chest, an object floated slowly. It was a long sword that was completely black and emitted cold light. On it were red birds, blue dragons, and white tigers and black and white swords colliding.
Fang Yingxing just glanced at the monk and was already attracted to him, because he had an aura that Fang Yingxing was very familiar with, an incomparable aura.
He is now almost certain that these monks standing at the back must be the seed-level geniuses of the major forces and the most promising generation of this era.
Some people couldn't help but stare in surprise after seeing it clearly.
Several girls even let out ear-piercing screams and waved wildly at an elegant man on the altar: "Young Master Yuhua of Yuhua Sect! The strongest and most handsome Yuhua Divine Body!"
The feathered young master was slender, as light as a crane in the clouds, with a handsome face, and an indescribable aura of elegance emanated from him.
And the Yuhua Young Master's slight smile towards them made the sound here increase a few decibels.
Even Fang Yingxing was stunned. It was not that he envied him for having a little crush, but he truly felt the terrifying talent of this feathered young master.
What is the feathered divine body? That is known as one of the strongest physiques.
This kind of physique is naturally close to the Dao, and can be said to be God's favorite. After being able to use the power of the Dao after reaching the first level of Dao, he is even more invincible.
The ancestor of the Ascension Sect was an Ascension Divine Body. He defeated all the geniuses of his generation and finally became invincible in that era. Legend has it that he finally truly became an immortal.
And this Young Master Yu Hua not only happens to be a monk of the Yu Hua Sect, he even takes the name Yu Hua, which shows that he is extraordinary.
There was also shouting in the other direction, so I might as well give in to this place.
Countless male monks gathered together and looked at a woman on the stage.
She is like a bright pearl, shining with mysterious and charming light. Her beauty transcends the boundaries of the mortal world and blends into the spirit of heaven and earth, making it impossible to describe in words. Her long hair is like silk, flowing in the wind, as elegant as a fairy.
Fang Yingxing heard the background of the woman from the noisy voices. She turned out to be the seed-level genius of the Tiannv Sect, the Qingling Fairy who was known as the most beautiful woman in the world.
Not to mention those ordinary monks, Fang Yingxing was also holding hands with Zhang Qingyun at this moment. He was looking at Qingling, making comments, and seemed to be giving advice. It was not until he felt the strong murderous intention behind him that Fang Yingxing pretended to be calm. Taught Zhang Qingyun: "Brother Taoist, how can this be done? We monks have pure hearts and are determined not to be hurt by beauty!"
Zhang Qingyun was stunned for a moment. He opened his mouth when he wanted to say something, but when he saw the sweat on Fang Yingxing's face, he held it back.
Fang Yingxing could only sigh in his heart: "Good brother!"
The sounds of this place are still coming and going.
"Look! That's Zhang Lian. It is said that he can reverse his body's qualifications, turn decay into magic, and achieve one of the most suitable physiques for cultivating immortals!"
"Even Ji Lanyue is here, this proud daughter of heaven, a seed-level prodigy who was born with an elemental spirit!"
Fang Yingxing couldn't help but secretly marvel. In this era, all kinds of terrifying physiques have emerged. It seems that there will be countless strong people competing in the future, and a brilliant world is coming.
You must know that these physiques may not be able to give birth to a person even after a long time.
The noise in this area continued until the trumpet sounded.
Amidst the sound of powerful horns, the monks lined up one by one with the desire to become immortals, and marched toward the inner area of the burial place of immortals.
Entering the first layer of light curtain, I did not encounter many obstacles. The only disadvantage was that there were too few holes in the light curtain. Thousands of monks could only get in through the holes one by one, which took too much time. .
As soon as he entered the inner circle, Fang Yingxing immediately felt the extraordinaryness of this place. He felt a special substance, like spiritual energy, but not spiritual energy, floating in the air and everywhere.
That substance can also be absorbed by him, and its effect of nourishing the physical body and increasing cultivation is even greater than that of spiritual energy.
Not only him, but also the monks who came in for the first time showed strange expressions. They were surprised at first, and then gradually turned into enthusiasm.
Some monks couldn't help shouting: "This is immortal energy! I will become an immortal soon, haha."
Fang Yingxing turned his head and looked at the sixth-level spiritual creation monks flying in mid-air. Several of them who had been here before seemed to be calm, expressionless, and unruffled.
He felt a little surprised. Even though he had been here before, he didn't really believe it if he didn't have any emotions at all about the great opportunity of becoming an immortal.
For example, Zhang Qingyun is now excitedly chanting the slogan of becoming an immortal with the monks.
He lowered his head, worried that the monks would notice him. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head. Maybe he was overthinking it.
Perhaps there are more magical opportunities in the inner circle, which make everything here seem much more ordinary, so the monks don't care so much about this place.
Xu Qing's lips slowly came close to his ear, and she said to him mysteriously: "Yingxing, when will you start?"
Fang Yingxing felt Xu Qing's body temperature. He couldn't help but blush and replied coyly: "Start? It's still a little early. I'm not ready yet."
Xu Qing looked at him in surprise: "It doesn't matter, it's just those two monks. We can trap them in three strikes and five divided by two. Now that the crowd's attention is distracted, we can just..."
Fang Yingxing was stunned for a moment, then speechless, and greeted himself inwardly.
In just a few seconds, his emotions went through great ups and downs.
