"Eighth?!" Lin Zixuan scratched his head. This ranking surprised him. After all, he was only in the middle of the eighth level of health at that time, but there was someone at the peak of the ninth level of health. Could it be that they thought they could beat him?
However, there was no one around him to ask, so he put away the scroll and walked towards the teleportation array. After searching for several hours, he finally stepped into the teleportation array and arrived at Spirit Peak.
During this trip to the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, he originally hunted the three-eyed demon wolf in exchange for merit. Due to a strange combination of circumstances, he explored the ruins, made a physical breakthrough, understood the element of darkness, and obtained Taoist Yunluo's treasure trove. , it can be said that he had bad luck. No wonder Murong Feng said that he was a lucky person, he really knew things like a god.
Lin Zixuan was thinking as he walked, feeling very pleased with himself. He even praised Murong Feng for his outstanding prophecy ability.
Lingfeng Tianteng Vine, Lin Zixuan looked up at the huge vine hanging down from the sky. The vine absorbs new things and exhales old things, absorbing and gathering the spiritual energy. The spiritual energy of the cave behind the vine is at least five times more dense than the outside world. But unfortunately, his cave is located at the foot of the mountain. , the spiritual energy absorbed by the cave spirit gathering array is far less than that of the natural absorption machine.
"Eh? Why is there someone sitting there?" Lin Zixuan looked from a distance and saw a person lying half at the door of the cave.
He walked forward quickly, knelt down, and asked quietly: "Senior brother, why are you blocking the entrance to my cave?"
The man gradually opened his hazy eyes and looked at Lin Zixuan. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and screamed, unable to hear anything. His withered hands kept shaking and placed a wrinkled letter on Lin Zixuan. Tears flowed, and it was hard to tell whether they were sad or happy.
Lin Zixuan opened the envelope. The paper was covered with thunder and lightning runes. The moment it touched the air, a familiar voice sounded across the sky and the earth, and the paper turned into fly ash.
"Lin Zixuan, no one can escape my spiritual magic. I hope you still have that kind of luck in the conference."
The voice was cold and full of contempt and disdain at the same time. Lin Zixuan frowned. The person who wrote the letter was so powerful. Unexpectedly, he was still brooding about what happened that day.
Lin Zixuan looked at the thin man with a yellow face and couldn't help but feel sympathy and said: "Why did senior brother end up like this?"
Hearing this, the man suddenly trembled with anger and spoke incoherently. After constantly comforting him, he said: "Lin Zixuan, you made me wait easily. I have been sitting here with you for a month, a month, and I haven't even had a drop of water." Mi Weizhan, why are you asking me?" He was panting, blushing, and gesticulating constantly.
"Is Senior Brother just sending a letter?" Lin Zixuan couldn't help but ask.
"You..." The man pointed at Lin Zixuan. He was extremely aggrieved. At first, he just wanted to complete the task and obtain the blood seed, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult. He was like a mute eating yellow lotus. In the end, he had no choice but to shake his head and follow it helplessly. Walking by, the back view is particularly desolate.
Lin Zixuan looked at the back and couldn't help but sigh: "There are such people in the world who value love and justice. Even if they waste precious practice time, they still have to hand the letter into my hands. Brother Lei Li has made a good Taoist friend." ah."
He opened the cave, closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged. The meeting was coming soon, and he needed to use the remaining time to consolidate his cultivation.
One day passed by in a blink of an eye. When Lin Zixuan stepped out of the cave, there was no one around him. Occasionally, a few people rushed past him. Lin Zixuan straightened his back, stretched his limbs, and immediately followed forward. go.
The sky is clear and the clouds are unstained. In the peaks and valleys, people are shouting. A 100-foot arena made of huge stones stands in the center. The endless aura light film surrounds the entire arena. Four dark iron cold chains form guardrails. The arena All around, the circular seats are arranged in a ladder shape. At a casual glance, there are tens of thousands of them, and they are all packed.
Above the boulder arena, there are thirty-six white seats condensed by clouds and mist. Below them, there are seventy-two aura futons, all floating in the void. Above the academic peak, there is an endless stream of sounds breaking through the sky.
"Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh"
Many figures came from the sky, with restrained auras, and sat on the futon.
Then, colorful lights appeared in the sky, and figures appeared like shadows chasing the wind, flashing beside the seats in the air. Their bodies stood upright, not angry and powerful, and there was no trace of dust wherever they passed, as if there was an invisible force. Power is constantly isolated.
Among them, the most eye-catching one is a white figure. He talks and laughs, like the breeze blowing the leaves, the soul of each sentence trembles, and like the entrance of a clear spring, making people intoxicated. Next to him, a young man in rich clothes has a full face. In the spring breeze, a strong man smiled broadly.
At this time, a majestic figure wore a purple gold crown with hair and jewels on his head, and a golden Taoist robe. His eyes shot out cold stars, and his painted brows added a sense of domineering. He was chatting and laughing, and his words were high-spirited, as if he was spitting out a thousand feet of clouds. ambition.
He looked at the man from a distance and smiled at each other, making people feel that the power of God is unpredictable.
The outstanding man looked up at each other and smiled, which made people feel extremely refreshed.
The man in gorgeous clothes seemed to notice this scene, and his soul turned into a voice and said: "Fellow Daoist Qin, that Nine Emperor Dragon Master is a little bit targeted at you." An old monster like him who has lived for hundreds of years can see the clues with just one glance. .
Mr. Qin waved his hand and raised a smile. On his perfect face, his pink lips moved, "I know."
But the strong man on the side was complaining again and again. His tall and mighty body was full of anger, "What do you care about this? Just beat him, isn't it?"
The man in fine clothes rolled his eyes. This simple-minded guy really didn't know how he could cultivate to such an extent.
They sat down one after another, and in just a short time, all the teachers in the 108th room of the academy had sat down. Under the sky, countless students were full of respect for the venerable figure. They were the belief of this Tianyuan Academy, and they were all God in the heart of man.
Around the huge stone arena, among the tens of thousands of seats, six positions are eye-catching. In the east position, everyone in the seat is wearing a sun, moon and star costume, which is the Yuan system; in the west position, everyone is wearing a hundred animal patterns. There is no doubt that he is from the beast-controlling system; due north, his snow-white robes are spotless, and his voice is also the highest, that of the elixir system; due south, his clothes are as black as ink, and the spiritual energy in his body is extremely stable and majestic, in the mourning hall.
The people in the Zhan system were wearing thick earth-colored armor, and the people in the Bing Pavilion were surrounded by various weapons.
In terms of strength, the mourning hall deserves to be ranked first, and the elixir department is at the bottom. However, everyone in the elixir department has countless elixirs. Once seriously injured, they can recover in an instant. Therefore, people from each department cannot Look down upon.
The man in rich clothes looked at the energetic students and felt extremely happy. Tianyuan College was thriving.
He looked at the man beside him, suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Qin, is that little guy here?"
Mr. Qin's eyes condensed, and the majestic waves of his soul swept in all directions. Suddenly, he found a young man in a green shirt rushing past in a hurry. He turned his face sideways and chuckled: "He's here!"
