There are many secret laws that Jiang Ping'an needs to understand, such as the law of destruction, the law of power, the law of gravity, the law of fighting spirit, etc.
The more laws you understand, the longer it takes.
In addition to understanding the laws, you also need to learn the techniques, which takes a lot of time.
Although monks live a long life, they actually spend most of their time practicing.
In the fifth year after Jiang Ping'an defeated the stone statue of the Holy King, a mysterious man wearing a golden robe came through the void.
"Jiang Pingan, do you dare to fight?"
The sound was like thunder, exploding in the sky.
The monks who were challenging the stone statue nearby heard this and looked over.
"Who is this? He is so overestimating his own abilities that he actually wants to challenge Jiang Ping'an."
"Jiang Pingan's combat power in the integration stage has reached the first place. Unless he is at a higher level than Jiang Pingan, it is impossible to defeat him."
"This man is looking for a fight with Jiang Ping'an. Do the two have any grudges?"
"Maybe this person just wants to be famous."
Everyone has never seen this person, and they all speculate that this person came to challenge Jiang Ping'an to become famous.
Jiang Ping'an suddenly opened his eyes and stared at this person.
The man in the golden robe has a look of indifference between his eyebrows. It is a kind of indifference that has experienced vicissitudes of life, just like Qian Huanrou.
The man said calmly: "You have a fighting body and will not refuse the challenge of the same level. My strength will not let you down."
Jiang Pingan's face was serious, "You will definitely not let me down. How can a reincarnated immortal be weak?"
Ye Haotian was slightly startled, "You actually saw it!"
He had obviously concealed his aura and changed his voice, but he could still be discovered by the other party.
Jiang Ping'an said in a deep voice: "I didn't see your identity, I just saw that the aura of power on your body is very similar to that drop of black blood back then. I'm going to trick you."
Ye Haotian narrowed his eyes. This boy was not only powerful but also very scheming.
Hearing the conversation between the two, the monks nearby were shocked and horrified.
"What did Jiang Ping'an say? Reincarnation of an immortal? This person is a reincarnated immortal!"
"Really or not? Which immortal has reincarnated!"
"How could Jiang Ping'an know this?"
Immortals are an existence that is out of reach for ordinary monks. Even in the Yuan Realm, there are not many immortals.
Any immortal is a legend, representing countless stories.
Which force does this immortal belong to? Why find Jiang Ping'an? Why did Jiang Ping'an know the other party's identity?
Everyone nearby pricked up their ears and held their breath, fearing that they would not be able to hear what the two men were saying because of the loud breathing.
Ye Haotian held his arms in his arms and stared at Jiang Ping'an with his deep eyes, "Are you afraid? I remember that people with your physique will not be afraid of any challenge."
Jiang Ping'an said indifferently: "Not afraid of challenges does not mean you are a fool. You have reached the late stage of integration and want to trick me into killing me?"
The surprise in Ye Haotian's eyes became even stronger, "It seems that you have special eyes."
Being seen through one after another made Ye Haotian realize that Jiang Pingan's eyes were special.
This made Ye Haotian want this body even more.
"Give you a chance to change your destiny. Follow me. I want to help you obtain the Taixu Immortal Spirit Fruit."
Ye Haotian's tone was filled with innate arrogance, as if he was giving a favor to the other person.
Jiang Ping'an looked indifferent, "Do you think I am a three-year-old child?"
The other party came all the way here just to get him to follow, so only a fool would believe it.
Ye Haotian suddenly looked at the palace at the end of the square and asked indifferently: "What rank should you reach in this assessment place to obtain all Taixu Immortal Spirit Fruits."
He was speaking to the consciousness in Tianlan Immortal Mansion.
"Answer me, or else I will destroy your Tianlan Sect when I return to the fairy world!"
The domineering and arrogant voice echoed under the sky.
The monks' hearts were shaken violently. It turned out that this person was the reincarnation of an immortal from the immortal world!
Then why was he reincarnated in the Yuan Realm?
Could it be that he was the resurrected immortal who invaded the Yuan Realm back then?
As soon as he finished speaking, a vague voice sounded, "If you reach the first place, you can get all the Taixu Immortal Spirit Fruits."
Ye Haotian sneered, "Being number one in a rubbish immortal sect like Tianlan Sect is nothing."
He took one step forward and turned into a golden stream of light, passing through three thousand stone statues and arriving in front of the first stone statue.
"die!"
Just as the first stone statue was about to take action, Ye Haotian dropped his foot, and his immortal power surged. The world seemed to be trampled under his feet, and the stone statue exploded.
The remaining 2,999 stone statues all stepped back.
In the first position, a stone statue of Ye Haotian appeared in a golden robe.
Ye Haotian stood in the void with his arms in his arms, his golden robe dancing, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura.
Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned, and a huge sense of oppression filled the hearts of everyone present.
The top-ranked stone statue was actually destroyed by his kick!
For hundreds of thousands of years, countless seniors from the Yuan Realm have come here to break through, but even 2,900 cannot get in.
However, he actually kicked the number one stone statue to pieces!
Emotions of fear and admiration filled the hearts of many monks.
Is this the power of the reincarnated immortal?
The huge gap in strength makes people unable to think of catching up.
Jiang Ping'an froze in place, staring at the other party blankly. This was the first time he felt such a big gap in the same realm.
"Buzz~"
Runes filled the sky on Ye Haotian's head, and fist-sized golden fruits fell from the sky.
These fruits exude the aura of high-level laws, and the patterns of the laws of heaven and earth are imprinted on the fruits.
All the monks' eyes were immediately attracted to these fruits, their eyes full of desire and greed.
Is this the Taixu Immortal Spirit Fruit?
It is said that as long as you take one Taixu Immortal Spirit Fruit, you can forge immortal roots and enter the Mahayana stage!
Casting immortal roots is the system of cultivation in the immortal world and the beginning of cultivation in the immortal world.
This is the fairy fruit that countless monks in the Yuan world long for.
There are so many of them this time!
"Senior Immortal! I am willing to follow you!"
A female monk immediately knelt on the ground with her head on the ground.
"I am also willing to follow my predecessors!"
"Senior Immortal, please give me a Taixu Immortal Spirit Fruit! I am willing to serve you forever!"
A monk knelt down and prayed for a fruit.
For them, these fruits represent the future, and casting immortal roots means stepping into the immortal gate with one foot.
Even though they knew that this immortal might be the reincarnation of the immortal who invaded their Yuan Realm, they didn't care.
"Are you worthy of following me?"
Ye Haotian sneered, and with a wave of his hand, a large number of Taixu Fairy Spirit Fruits turned into ashes, and finally only one remained in his hand.
"No~"
The moment they saw the fairy fruit turn into ashes, all the monks felt that their hearts were about to break.
Ye Haotian ignored the reactions of others, raised the remaining fruit in his hand, and looked at Jiang Ping'an.
"This is your last chance. My patience is limited. Follow me and lead you to conquer the immortal world and achieve immortality. Otherwise, you will die!"
The monks looked at Jiang Ping'an with eyes full of envy and jealousy.
Being able to attract the attention of an immortal is a great opportunity, and even fools know how to choose.
