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On the top of the narrow mountain peak, a black palace with flying eaves and arches stands on the top of the mountain platform. A huge plaque is hung in front of the door, and the three golden characters "Tianzi Hall" are shining brightly.

At this time the gate of the palace was closed tightly, but if one looked through the window bars on both sides, one could see the faint sword light in it, as if there was a dark white flame beating.

In the dim white flames, there seemed to be a person lying there. The silhouette of the human figure was cast onto the bed by light, without any undulations in his chest.

And just in this black hall, there are densely packed art symbols all over the place.

It's hard to imagine how much effort has been put into this. With such a huge and precise amount of engineering, even if dozens of people are working day and night, it will never be completed within a year or a half.

Those symbols are connected to each other to form a huge magic circle with a diameter of tens of feet. The technique is spread out around the main hall and covers the entire circular platform.

Outside this platform, a ladder with a length of nearly one hundred meters extends down from all sides, holding the platform in a cylindrical shape with a narrow top and a wide bottom. At a glance, it looks like a huge altar, and the central hall is a statue of a **** placed in the center of the altar to receive worship.

In fact, this scene is indeed a pilgrimage.

Below this "altar", hundreds of figures are standing there.

Most of those people wore ancient Taoist gowns, but some wore modern leather jackets, sweaters and even suits, and they knew they had just entered here.

Right in front of the crowd, a host in a Taoist robe was standing there, his long hair hanging down almost as white as his clothes.

He closed his eyes, as if thinking about something, standing there like a frozen sculpture.

The entire top of the mountain was still with him, and no one moved. It wasn't until he slowly raised his head that the surrounding scenes began to flow again.

"The spirit of the soul has been collected, and the immortal medicine has been taken by Daozi. Then, the next step is to completely awaken his physical body, and then use our spiritual power as a guide to anchor this world, so that the will of the real person will come to this world, and Daozi Fusion."

The host said calmly: "In the process, you must not make a mistake. There is not much time, let's start now."

The sound seemed to come from another world, spreading leisurely on the top of the mountain, and the surrounding crowd immediately raised their hands, and the breath that permeated all around gathered around the body, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

Amidst the surging waves of spiritual power, Su Yuzhu standing behind was one of the few people who did not participate in it—the reason why he said it was "a few" because he was already surrounded by several "people in the same situation." ", or in other words, a spiritual man.

It seemed that he had smelled the astonishingly rich spiritual power, he seemed very disturbed, and frequently looked at the "elder" beside him, but seeing the latter did not mean to respond, he had no choice but to give up.

At the same moment, eighty steps away from the crowd, two figures floated silently to the edge, leaning over the bunker, and watching quietly.

For fear of exposure, they dare not get too close and can only observe from this distance.

Fortunately, this group of people seemed to be focusing all their consciousness on the immediate matter, and did not pay attention to the movement here. In addition, Jiang Ling's Soul Cultivation Technique has fully shielded the breath, and their concealment is in place.

"How?" She asked Han Jiangchen next to her with her lips.

Han Jiangchen narrowed his eyes, and the horror in his pupils flashed by.

In his eyes, the spiritual power ignited from these cultivators like flames, connecting and resonating with each other, it was as if a formation formed with a human body.

But in this formation, there is still a faint "gap"—the cultivator standing at the gap has a withered appearance and seems to have been drained. Only those eyes are still glowing with spiritual light, but obviously this It is not enough to support his body to become a "component" of this formation.

"It seems that you are not enough to continue to bear the grace of a real person."

The host seemed to have noticed this situation a long time ago, and glanced over indifferently: "Then, you will begin to'inherit'."

The tone was as flat as his eyes, and the eyes of the person who was spotted trembled, but in a flash it returned to normal.

He stepped out of the queue and stood still. Just like a mirror image, another man in a suit walked out of the line behind him, walked in front of him, then slowly knelt on the ground, and bowed his head towards him.

While doing this, the man's face was full of believer-like devotion, and even the excitement of listening to divine enlightenment.

"I hope you can take this ‘inheritance’ and witness the true meaning of immortality for me."

The withered old man spoke in a low voice, stretched out his hand, opened his palm, and placed one hand on the top of the man's skull.

Pure white light flashed from his palm, and the person who was pressed under his hand suddenly had violent eyeballs, with blue veins on his face, as if he wanted to struggle and scream, but he couldn't raise his hand and made no sound, just twitching violently. Then, the corners of the mouth foamed continuously.

Han Jiangchen's face changed suddenly while hiding in the dark.

Not because of this person’s performance, but because—during this action, the spirit power fluctuations on this person’s body are like springs that have been pried open. Normal operation.

Just now he was a rookie who had just started his anger, but in a blink of an eye, his cultivation level seemed to have risen to the foundation-building level.

When that hand finally put down the hand, the man whose eyes turned white also calmed down. He knelt down on the ground blankly and raised his hands blankly. In the palm of his hand, it seemed that there was a relationship with that person. Similar cyclone flows.

"This is...!" The man yelled out inconceivably, the voice actually had a pleasant surprise.

"As you can see." The standing white-clothed old man retracted his hand, and his already exhausted flesh and blood seemed to dry up in an instant, "You have already obtained the'immortal law'."

Before he finished his words, the man who was sitting on his knees had already jumped up, his palms condensed in wind, and with a wave of his hand, the wind hit out, and the rock on one side was broken at the sound, which was definitely not the strength he should have before.

"Welcome to join us." The shriveled old man looked at him with a smile on the corners of his haggard mouth, "Welcome to... the real ‘Xianxian Realm’."

After that, he fell to the ground without warning, his body instantly turned into blood and water, and after a few blinks, he disappeared into the air, leaving no mark.

"Very well, another person has completed the'inheritance'."

The host stared at the steaming smoke, his face didn't move at all, he just looked at the newly-born monk in front of him and said: "You have taken over his inheritance. Next, you will take his place."

"Understand." The cultivator retracted his hand, stepped forward quickly, and stood on the old man's original position, his spiritual power ignited, and the original gap was instantly filled, and the entire formation was finally completed.

All this fell in the eyes of Su Yuzhu next to him.

He looked at the romantically-wrapped human figure, his expression on his face was shaking, he could not help turning to the "elder" who was on the side, and he trembled.

"Elder, is this... to teach the ‘Fairy Method’?"

"Why, do you have any questions?"

"This...is different from what I thought." Obviously, he was shocked by the situation just now, and Su Yuzhu's expression trembled a little.

"The method you mentioned is too primitive and old, but it's just a mere mortal's play. You should have seen that for the'true immortal', the inheritance no longer needs to be carried out in this way."

"But..." Su Yuzhu choked.

If he hadn't seen the appearance of those people, he might have accepted this kind of "Xiandao". But now, in the face of this "preaching" situation, he suddenly flashed a scene from his memory not long ago.

In the tomb of the emperor, those people, the postures of the cultivators...They were as young as themselves, but the strength and potential shocked him at that time.

The cultivation base of those people must not be obtained in this way, right? Although they have the same cultivation base, they are more like...people than immortals.

The immortal cultivator is still a human—this kind of cognition has left a rift in his perception of life over the past decade or so. But right now, the crack was completely shattered.

"Is this... really a ‘preacher’?" Su Yuzhu couldn’t help but finally said, "This way..."

He shuddered suddenly, because the elder suddenly lowered his eyes and looked at him condescendingly, just like a **** looking down on the world from the clouds, looking straight at him.

In the surroundings, all the cultivators had the same look, as if the same pair of eyes had been copied thousands of times, and then settled on these people.

"Don't you accept this approach?"

"not me…"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't accept it." The elder closed his eyes slightly and raised his hand in their direction, "Because, you don't need to know this anymore."

"...what?"

Speaking of the words, this was suddenly cut off, and the invisible spiritual power suddenly imprisoned his body. Su Yuzhu sat there stiffly, and the spirits around him remained in the same state as him, unable to move at all under the effect of the spell.

What? !

He opened his mouth to yell, but before he could make a sound, another scream came from the side first.

In the heart-piercing shouts, I saw a female soul bursting with blood in the eyes of a female soul next to her. Her eyeballs were squirming on their own as if they were alive, struggling to come out of their eye sockets, and toward the direction of the host. Fly away.

Looking around, Lingren was experiencing the same situation one after another.

Some people’s tongues were pulled, some people’s ears were cut off, and some people’s hands and feet broke instantly...Finally, the invisible breath locked him, causing unspeakable pain in the bridge of the nose, as if he could hear cartilage crunching. The sound of friction.

"Come on, offer your tribute to Daozi." The voice on the stage said, "...After all, you exist for this, don't you?"

"No…"

The pain can make people lose their minds, and he can't make any other reactions except yelling. He shuddered constantly under great fear, and finally couldn't help but yelled.

"No...no! No! Please don't!"

Su Yuzhu shouted desperately, but under that power, he was like an ant at the feet of a giant elephant, unable to move a finger.

At the last moment, what flashed in his mind was the figure holding the sword.

As a spirit person, that person should be able to really live another look, right? After all, he is not much older than himself, and he has that kind of strength... Surely he will not lose to these people in front of him in the future?

If at that time, he did not follow his previous beliefs and returned to the village, but stayed there and became the same person as him... Would it be another result?

However, it is too late to regret.

Seeing the blade light getting closer, Su Yuzhu closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the moment when the cold light pierced the flesh and blood.

But the imaginary pain did not come. Because just before the blade came close, a strange sound suddenly resounded across the top of the mountain.

That voice was like someone's babbling, ambiguous, but everyone stood up in horror, and dozens of pairs of eyes looked at the host on stage.

As far as they could see, the host's always indifferent expression changed without warning.

He closed his eyes as if listening to something, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the corner.

"Daozi's divine consciousness is spreading...someone enters this temple!" The host shouted, "Catch them!"

Just halfway through his words, the blue and white sword light flew out like lightning, and the sword aura ran across the crowd, dragging the afterimage of the meteor with the same momentum, and flew straight to the center of the spiritual man.

Su Yuzhu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the sword light reflected in his eyes, no less than Pangu's breakthrough blow. The blade pierced deeply into the chest of the "elder", with such a powerful force that it turned it directly on the ground, and blood flowed across the mouth and nose.

That second was stretched indefinitely in his senses, so long that he even had time to turn his eyes and watch the sword light return to the master's hand-the figure holding the sword stood under the brilliance of the blood moon, Back against the dead sky. In the light of blood, those dark eyes with unprecedented sharpness, like a lone wolf raging in the dark night.

Of course he also watched the whole scene just now, but in order to prevent his side from being exposed, he always suppressed it forcibly.

But at the moment when the host opened his mouth, the latent strategy announced a miscarriage, and at the same time, there was no reason to look on the sidelines-in the last little gap, he did not choose to immediately escape, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but with the first speed in the audience. In a trouble, he won the first person, even he himself didn't expect that he would be so decisive, and he didn't even consider the strength of the enemy or ourselves.

Probably because he had never been so "angry" in his life.

It was like he had never realized the existence of this group of "kind" in his life-unfortunately, only one was saved.

The hand holding the sword squeezed fiercely, and he cursed his incompetence in his heart, and the green and white sword light intertwined immediately, surrounded by his side with violent coercion, like a hurricane.

At the same time, Jiang Ling's figure also ran out from his side, but there was no retreat route to the rear. Instead, she faced the crowd in front of her and went straight to the altar where the blood clouds gathered.

She could feel the teenager's anger and understand the origin of that anger, so she didn't stop his actions anymore.

At the same time, she also had a reason not to escape. The reason is also very simple-in the group of people in front of her, she smelled the past.

There was no communication, but the two reached an agreement at the same time, and saw Jian Mang and Aura rise at the same time, rushing forward with a real murderous intent!