Soon, all the disciples from the five sects and ten sects who participated in this exchange meeting came onto the stage.
The deputy owner of Wentian Building, Ziyang Zhenren, waved his sleeves, and nearly a hundred streams of light accurately flew in front of each participant.
"This is a first-level boundary-breaking talisman."
"Before heading to the Gray Realm, your teacher may have already told you some things, but I still have to repeat them."
"You are all the future of your respective sects. In the gray realm, if your life is in danger, don't hesitate to use the first-order boundary-breaking talisman immediately."
"It should be noted that although rewards are good, your own safety is the most important thing."
"The person who kills the core demon in the Gray Realm will be the leader of this exchange meeting and will be given a chance to understand the Heavenly Monument once."
"Then, get ready to go!"
In mid-air, Master Ziyang swept the dust in his hand, and a force of magic lifted up nearly a hundred participants on the stage. Then, he blew lightly, forming a large group of white clouds, making all the participants fall into the white clouds. above.
Below, many of the Foundation Establishment and above people who came with their own participating disciples looked shocked.
"Exhale the breath to form clouds, and use the void to turn into reality. The magic power has a trace of the true Yang. Just this hand shows that Master Ziyang's cultivation has become more and more sophisticated over the years."
"Yes." Someone echoed and sighed: "I think Master Ziyang is not far from the Yangshen Realm."
"Yang Shen..."
Duanmu Shuyi, who was sitting on the gilded purple gourd, curled his lips and said, "Oh, Master Ziyang still likes to show off."
On the side, Zhang Yingxiu, who heard the commotion around her, asked curiously: "Uncle Master, Master Ziyang is about to become a Yangshen?"
"It's not that simple." Duanmu Shuyi shook his head and said through a message: "Yin Shen has become the Yuan Shen and condensed his magic power. The soul can leave the body and swim, fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and collect moonflowers to practice. At this level, Taoism can It is called 'Zhenren', and in Buddhism it is called 'Arhat'."
"But Yin Shen's soul is still weak and cannot see the sun, so he mostly uses his soul to control magic weapons to fight, and does not dare to let his soul be directly exposed to the sun."
"Only when you achieve the realm of Yang God, transform your soul from pure yin to supreme yang, and possess pure yang magic power as deep as the ocean, can you be called 'free'!"
"This old Taoist Ziyang seems to have a trace of the true Yang in his magic power, but in fact it is just caused by his skills. He is far away from the Yang God..."
Duanmu Shuyi didn't tell the whole story. After all, this was on someone else's territory, so he still had to give some "face" to the deputy landlord of Wentian Building.
"Let's not discuss this anymore. Let's go and take a look." Duanmu Shuyi said no more and took off into the sky on the gilded purple gourd.
…
Under the guidance of Bai Yun, in about a quarter of an hour, the participants were taken to a barren mountain by Master Ziyang.
This is a bare stone mountain that looks inconspicuous among the surrounding mountains.
The white clouds descended, and everyone landed on the platform on the top of the mountain. Master Ziyang was suspended in the air, pointing to a cave on the edge of the mountain that could easily be missed without looking carefully, and said with a smile: "Everyone, please enter this cave. It is at the deepest part of the cave. There is a cold water pool, and that is the entrance to the Gray Realm. Jump into the pool and you can enter the Gray Realm."
"There are already 'eyes from the sky' set up by the Wentian Tower in this gray area, which can monitor the situation inside from the outside. Therefore, you can compete and fight, but please stop it. The loser will leave on his own, and do not commit malicious massacres. An act that causes injury or disability, otherwise even if you leave the Gray Realm, you will not be able to escape blame."
"That's all, everyone, please."
Everyone on the platform on the top of the mountain looked at me, and I looked at you. For a moment, no one moved.
But the next moment, a stern young man holding a sword stepped forward and walked into the cave first.
"It's Ouyang Qingfeng, the 'Tian Shuang Sword' of the Sword Worship Sect."
Someone in the crowd recognized the identity of the stern young man holding the sword and whispered.
"It turns out it's him. He's sharper than the rumors say."
With the beginning of "Sky Frost Sword" Ouyang Qingfeng, everyone entered the cave one by one according to the distance.
The scope of [Thin Gray Domain] is extremely wide. The smallest one is about the size of a village, and the larger ones are even close to the size of a township. Entering early and entering late for a short while has almost no impact.
What's more, entering early is not necessarily a good thing. When encountering danger, the advanced ones face it first.
Wang Changsheng stepped into the cave almost in the middle of the crowd.
The dim cave was not deep, and after walking only thirty or forty steps, we reached the deepest part of the cave. A bowl of round pool lay upside down in it, reflecting a faint gray light under the light projected through the small opening at the top. .
After a slight pause and a brief look around, Wang Changsheng jumped into the pool.
"Plop" sound.
The moment he entered the water, the imaginary feeling of water clinging to his skin and soaking through his clothes did not appear. This pool of water gave him the feeling that it was more like something like peristaltic gas than water.
When it brushes against the body, it seems as if there are countless pairs of tiny hands touching and caressing the skin, making people's hair stand on end.
Fortunately, this feeling is only for a moment.
His vision went dark and then brightened. When Wang Changsheng regained his vision, he found himself in a dilapidated thatched hut.
The "rumbling" of thunder, accompanied by the sound of raindrops that made the thatched roof crackle, broke into his perception immediately.
Wang Changsheng concentrated on the situation, his right hand always resting on the sword at his waist. If there was any trouble, he would immediately draw the sword.
After observing for a few seconds, there was no attack. On the contrary, the thunder and raindrops outside the house became louder and louder. Wang Changsheng let out a breath and lowered his guard a little.
He looked at the thatched hut in front of him.
A faint musty smell floats in the air, the kind of strange smell emitted by thatch, wood and other objects soaked in water for a long time.
Has it been raining heavily here for a long time?
This thought came to Wang Changsheng's mind, and then his eyes fell on a thin boy huddled in the corner with his head lowered.
He is dead.
The exposed skin showed various black spots and a dead gray-white color, as if it would break into dust at the slightest touch.
Ordinary people who failed to transform into gray corpses?
It seems that before death, he also suffered from similar diseases?
Wang Changsheng sighed.
He looked at the boy's right hand hanging to the ground.
Even after death, the boy still held a bunch of tiny purple flowers firmly in his right hand.
Wisteria?
That pure purple is so vivid in a world where most things appear pale and gray.
Wang Changsheng leaned down and whispered: "Rest in peace, I will avenge you and make the culprit who caused all this pay the due price."
His fingers touched the somewhat dazed wisteria flowers.
In an instant, the boy's body sank to the ground like weathered fine sand. Only the dazzling purple wisteria flowers seemed to be trying hard to exude their own color, flashing, flashing, until they were completely extinguished.
