The sky is clear and cloudless.
The monks' conference was held as scheduled, and the elders and sect masters from all the major sects also came to the scene.
Accompanied by a fierce dragon roar, Dragon Lord landed in the center of the city carrying a treasure tripod.
"Fellow Taoists, dear guests of immortals. Today Xiaolong is holding a monks' meeting here because he encountered this thing by chance."
"There is a small world hidden in this thing. Traces of ancient times can be seen everywhere, which are closely related to the Xuanqing Sect. Therefore, Xiaolong dare not hide it. He can only inform the world and invite the experts in the world to discuss this matter. ." Long Zun stood in front of the tripod and said loudly.
Above some clouds, the elders and monks of the Ten Thousand Years Sect were also whispering.
"This cauldron... looks familiar!" said an elder from the Royal Weapon Sect.
"This object is the Ten Thousand Immortals Cauldron. The Xuanqing Sect back then was forged with the auras of many true immortals. Of course, the number of 'Ten Thousand Immortals' is far less than this number, but it also has high expectations. It is designated as a way to suppress the sect. A treasure of luck. It is recorded in our sect that this cauldron should have been broken by someone's sword... that person was the ancestor of the Sword Sect..." The Xinghe Sect is responsible for taking care of the remnants of the Xuanqing Sect. The sect is naturally more familiar with the allusions of the Xuan Qing Sect, and the person speaking at this time was an expert from the Xinghe Sect.
When the Xinghe Sect expert spoke, he looked in the direction of Jian Zong.
The elder of the Sword Sect said: "The Ten Thousand Immortals Cauldron was indeed destroyed back then, but the person who knew about it and restored it must be related to the Xuanqing Sect."
"Could it be that this old dragon directed and acted on his own? It should be noted that this Donghai tribe... is actually the aquatic product cultivated by Xuanqingmen back then. There may be some inheritance hidden in it, and the servility has not disappeared. It is unknown." The elder of the Ten Demon Sect, Said coldly and coldly from the side.
But these words fell on deaf ears.
As we all know, no matter what the monks of the Ten Demon Sect say makes sense or not, whether it is true or false... in short, it is best to put it aside for now and turn a deaf ear!
Only when there is a considerable degree of evidence to support it, can the words spoken by the monks of the Ten Demon Sect be believed.
Long Zun may not have heard the discussions among the experts from the various sects in the clouds, so he continued his speech.
"Behind this cauldron, there is a hidden realm that Xiaolong dare not hide privately."
"That's why I shamelessly invite everyone to explore together."
"It's just that Xiaolong said it first. The risks in this realm are unknown, or it is a trap set by the Xuanqing remnants. If you are interested in going to have a look, please proceed with caution, be cautious, and act within your ability."
Ke Xiaoliang, who came in person as a clone and watched from a distance using the Mysterious Light Illusion Technique, looked at the tripod and touched his chin meaningfully.
"This old dragon is really naughty."
"If the expectations are correct, he should have reached an agreement with some people from the outside world, but under the pretense of completing the 'task' assigned by me, he actually wanted to do something he wanted to do. Wait until things happen If it's exposed, maybe he will expose me and use me to take the blame."
"It's just that... what I showed in front of him was equivalent to a fairy-like method. He calculated me like this. Is he really not afraid of angering me? Maybe he has other reasons?"
At this time, almost all the monks in the entire city were staring at the big cauldron.
Although they all have different thoughts, there is no doubt that they all want to find out.
Seeing that no one was taking the lead to enter, the old dragon was not embarrassed, so he ordered his shrimp soldiers and crab generals: "I, Tian, the host of the Donghai Tribe, should take the lead at this time."
After saying that, a large number of Donghai tribe were ready to go.
Then they all lined up, jumped into the dark cauldron, and disappeared.
Old Long stood in front of the cauldron, showing no arrogance or urging. He just looked at the monks from all sides with a smile.
"Old Dragon Lord! I, Sima Qiankun, believe in you! This time, I will go!" A monk in the city jumped into a stream of light, jumped into the cauldron, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
After a while, some monks broke into the cauldron one after another, leading to an unknown place.
But it has never been able to arouse a large-scale following trend.
As for the monks from the big sects, there was no movement at all, and they just took a wait-and-see attitude.
They all seemed to be waiting for something.
Time passed little by little.
None of the people who went in, including those from the East China Sea Tribe, came out.
As expected by some monks, it did not happen that a monk returned with a heavy treasure and then stimulated other monks to break into enthusiasm.
That big cauldron seemed to really devour and digest all the creatures that entered.
"Let's go! Let's go in too!" Liu Tianzhen suddenly pulled Gong Sanliu's arm and said decisively.
Gong Sanliu looked at Liu Tianzhen, originally wanting to ask something.
It's just that the words came to his lips, but he didn't ask.
Instead, he nodded: "Okay!"
Together, the two of them flew towards the cauldron in the city.
After getting closer, the two of them glanced at the old dragon at the same time.
I saw Old Long wearing a golden-red robe, full of wealth, and with his hands in his sleeves, he looked like a rich man.
Seeing that there were only two 'low-level' monks coming, Old Long was not arrogant, but he was not polite either. He just nodded calmly as a greeting.
Gong Sanliu followed Liu Tianzhen, standing in front of the cauldron and peering inside.
Sure enough, just like when watching from a distance, the cauldron was filled with chaos and nothing could be seen clearly.
It's like a bottomless abyss.
"Go! Come in!" Liu Tianzhen gritted his teeth and grabbed Gong Sanliu's arm.
The two of them turned into a ray of light at the same time and entered the cauldron.
Suddenly, the cauldron shook twice, as if he had eaten something weird and had some indigestion.
A large number of monks around who were paying attention to this matter were alert.
However, after a while, nothing happened.
Old Long continued to stand by the cauldron, acting like a willing taker.
There seems to be no intention of further promotion or explanation.
It seemed even more obvious that this so-called monks' conference was a bit anticlimactic.
However, this is just the feeling of ordinary people.
Those monks with a longer view felt some undercurrents.
They also knew that what Old Long was doing must indicate something... but they couldn't understand the mystery yet, so they could only wait and see for the time being.
When Gong Sanliu and Liu Tianzhen entered the cauldron, it was as if they had penetrated a certain barrier, as if they had crossed a realm.
The billowing gray mist rushed toward the face, and countless hands seemed to emerge from the void, each of which was pulling to send people to different spaces.
Gong Sanliu felt that the hand holding him was very strong.
It's just a little strange that Liu Tianzhen's hand doesn't seem as big as it looks.
"Is it the illusion caused by the changing space?" Gong Sanliu thought.
As Ke Xiaoliang's temporary clone, he can share the vision with Ke Xiaoliang with the help of the connection between the souls.
However, after entering this cauldron, the sharing of vision no longer exists.
Gong Sanliu can only judge how to act by himself.
For Ke Xiaoliang, who was still watching from a distance, losing a trace of his soul... that was hardly a loss.
Even if the clone of Gong Sanliu is folded in the cauldron, it doesn't matter.
Ke Xiaoliang even used the soul-splitting knife in advance to temporarily isolate the connection between the soul and the body.
Even if anyone wants to borrow that trace of soul and cast a spell such as a curse on him, he must first alert the soul-splitting knife and suffer backlash.
After the world was spinning, everything calmed down again.
Gong Sanliu looked up at the sky. The sky was gray and filled with the air of death.
The earth is cracked, and a faint scorching gas is constantly erupting from the ground. It seems to be the result of some powerful spell, which has not disappeared yet.
Liu Tianzhen was beside him, dizzy and retching. It was obvious that the previous teleportation had a great impact on him.
His cultivation level was far inferior to Gong Sanliu's. Naturally, after suffering such a turbulence, his body was quite overwhelmed.
None of those shrimps, soldiers and crabs will be seen.
Maybe it's long gone.
