The person who bet Jiang Ping'an's 20,000 contribution points to win was none other than himself.
Jiang Pingan made this decision after careful consideration.
In this battle of the Immortal Pavilion, magic weapons of the combined stage are not allowed to be used.
This will put a lot less pressure on ordinary monks.
As long as there is no Fusion Stage magic weapon, it is basically impossible to hurt him.
If you work hard, you will get five times the return, and twenty thousand will turn into one hundred thousand.
Coupled with the contribution points obtained in the battle of the Immortal Pavilion, one can directly collect the Nine Turns of the Universe Pill and the cost of going to the main pavilion to stay away from this place of right and wrong.
For a month, for a monk, it is just a matter of closing and opening one's eyes.
"Dong~"
A bell rang in the Dengxian Pavilion, and all the disciples shook their bodies and opened their eyes in unison, with fighting spirit burning in their eyes.
"finally come."
"In this battle of the Immortal Pavilion, I will definitely become famous and ascend to the Immortal Pavilion!"
"The requirements are not high, just earn a few thousand contribution points!"
Many disciples are excited, waiting for the next battle.
"Dong~"
The second bell rang, and a strange power came from the top of the mountain in the center of the Immortal Pavilion, covering the entire Immortal Pavilion.
At this moment, all the disciples felt that the scene in front of them flickered, and they came to another space in the blink of an eye.
Mountains and rivers, deserts and oceans, volcanoes and glaciers... Millions of disciples are flying in the air, their bodies transparent and illusory.
Jiang Pingan's projection also appeared in this space. He raised his hand, and the soul silk floated on his hand.
"It's amazing."
I don’t know how to do it. In this projection world, it is no different from outside. Any law can activate it.
The only bad thing is that even his injuries were copied.
This is a bit troublesome.
Jiang Ping'an raised his head and looked around. There were densely packed monks. There were at least a million monks, and less than half of them were monks at the Void Refining Stage or above.
You know, these are just monks under the age of 120.
Most of the monks didn't come in at all.
The strength of the branch of Dengxian Pavilion alone can sweep away any major force in the wilderness.
"start."
Without any nonsense, as a majestic female voice sounded, everyone's projections turned into entities and landed on the mountains and rivers below.
"kill!"
The melee is about to break out, the sky is filled with sword shadows, sword lights flashing, and various laws flashing in the void.
Shen Tuyi, who was covered in blood, swung his sword and killed hundreds of monks.
You Qianqiu, who entered Taoism through dreams, controlled three soul silk threads. With a thought, the silk threads instantly penetrated a large area of the monk's body.
Ran Hongchen, who was gifted with magical powers, was like a ghost, pulling hundreds of monks into the mirror space, and these monks were eliminated...
Many monks showed their magical powers and killed everyone.
In just an instant, the monks below the Void Refining Stage were basically destroyed.
All the defeated monks were teleported to the edge of the projection and continued to watch the battle.
"I was so unlucky that I met Shen Tuyi and was killed by a sword."
"Who do you think you are? I feel even worse. I didn't even see who killed me."
"It's not fun. I came here just to give people some contribution points."
A large number of eliminated monks kept complaining. They felt that they came to the world just to make up for the numbers.
The scene here is projected into the space of Dengxian Pavilion. A group of top experts from Dengxian Pavilion are paying attention to the battle.
Qian Huanrou was among them, standing next to a woman.
This woman was wearing a plain white dress, her hair was scattered freely, and there was almost no power fluctuation on her body.
Just like a mortal.
But this woman was sitting on the main seat in the middle, and she was obviously not a mortal.
She is none other than Russell, the master of Dengxian Pavilion in Canglan Prefecture.
Russell has passed the tribulation stage, and ordinary people can't see how strong she is.
"Xiaorou, who is your Taoist companion?"
Russell asked Qian Huanrou through voice transmission.
I heard this apprentice say before that her Taoist companion Jiang Ping'an was stronger than her, so she deliberately increased the age limit for this battle in the Immortal Pavilion by twenty years to give the other party a chance.
Qian Huanrou stared at the projection in front of her with a solemn expression.
"he got hurt!"
"injured?"
Russell was slightly startled and followed Qian Huanrou's gaze.
A man with erratic breathing and constant coughing was sitting on a stone to rest. He seemed not to come to fight, but more like to watch a show.
Russell frowned slightly, "This is a state of foundation damage. How come he was so seriously injured?"
"Disciple doesn't know either. He said it was a minor injury before."
Qian Huanrou's fists were clenched under her sleeves. She was very angry and worried now. This man had obviously suffered such a serious injury. Why was it called a minor injury?
There is no difference between a damaged foundation and a waste. If it is not repaired in time, you may not be able to practice in this life!
Russell sighed. He thought that Jiang Ping'an would amaze him, but it seemed that he was destined to be disappointed.
In this state, let alone a dazzling performance, this person would not even be able to stay at the end.
Fortunately, I didn't expect Jiang Ping'an to achieve anything.
The reason why Russell agreed to increase the age limit of this [Battle of Immortal Pavilion] and let this man play was mainly because he wanted to make Duduogan Huanrou happy.
Russell glanced at Jiang Pingan for a few times, then looked away and stopped paying attention. There was no need to care about this kind of person.
She turned around and smiled and said to an elder in black next to her: "Elder You, Qianqiu, this child has your demeanor back then, and may be able to break the record you set twelve hundred years ago."
This black-clothed elder is named You Xiu, the great elder. He is the genius who set the record one hundred and twenty years ago.
Most of the properties in the branch belong to their family and they have a special status.
You Jia's attitude is related to whether Russell can secure this position and he must work hard to maintain the relationship.
"This kid Qianqiu is still far behind. This kid doesn't know how to work hard, he only knows how to sleep. He insists on walking a new path by himself. How can he enter the Tao through dreams? It's really frustrating."
You Xiu cursed his son You Qianqiu, but the smile on his face betrayed his true thoughts.
You Xiu was extremely proud of his outstanding son.
Huo Haizhou, the elder of the Discipline Department next to him, took out an exquisite black box and handed it to You Xiu.
"Elder You, this is a piece of soul silk that I spent a lot of effort to buy. It is very suitable for soul cultivation and is very suitable for this child Qianqiu."
You Xiu stared at the black box in front of him, his eyes brightening.
"Thank you very much, Elder Huo. My son has been thinking about this thing for a long time. I will transfer it to you for how much Yuan Jing it costs."
"There is no need to talk about money between us, as long as Qianqiu likes this thing." Huo Haizhou said with a smile.
Seeing the two of them so happy, Russell's eyes flashed with worry.
Youjia had both sides, and she fought with the Discipline Department, and Youjia benefited.
If the Discipline Department gives Youjia enough benefits, she will probably go down.
In the Department of Discipline, there is also someone who has transcended the tribulation period...
As the disciples in the Immortal Pavilion space began to fight, a large number of monks were eliminated.
Everyone who survives has a number of contribution points on their head. The more they kill, the brighter the number on their head becomes.
Jiang Ping'an was not in a hurry to fight and sat on the stone to rest.
I don't know why the simulation has to be so realistic. If he was uninjured, he could start fighting directly.
In this situation, we can only wait until later to seize other people's contribution points.
Most of the monks also had the same idea, trying not to break out in fierce conflicts in front, so as not to be stared at.
"Hey~ there is an injured monk here."
A passing monk noticed Jiang Ping'an, and his face showed joy.
This idiot didn't hide. It seemed that he gave up resistance. This is a contribution point delivered to the door.
God really takes care of him. He is destined to survive to the end in this battle of Immortal Pavilion.
The monk happily killed him.
