The whole sect has been reborn

Chapter 238 How Can Cultivation Be Hard?
At this time, the benevolent old Buddha Xiu continued to speak gently.

"However, how can there be no pain in cultivation? Just get used to it."

Those immortal monks suddenly had a bitter face.Why is this senior Buddhist practitioner different from what he looks like?

At this time, the phantom of the elder was still smiling. Although this elder had already sat down, it seemed that he could predict the reaction of everyone, which was really amazing.

Then everyone saw this kind-hearted Elder of Endless Zen stretching out his hand slowly, and then separated his closed hands.

"I don't know what state the immortals and demons will be in when you come here, but I have arranged the organs on this floor according to my own ideas. I hope you can have a competition here."

"For this reason, the old monk has already prepared the ring."

As soon as the voice fell, the wide space began to tremble continuously. When everyone reacted, a deep circular gully opened in the middle of the space, which was as black as ink and bottomless.Divide the open space in the middle into separate circles.

During the period, some monks who happened to be standing around the crack left neatly, but felt a little palpitating looking at the crack.Under that crack, there seemed to be something terrifying.Shake their minds.At this moment, the phantom of the Supreme Elder spoke again.

"Below here is a ray of fake red lotus karma! Before I died, I was lucky enough to get a ray of fake red lotus karma in a battlefield full of rotting corpses. This fire condenses the power of all beings and can burn everything in the world. It's just It's a pity that what the old monk got was just a sliver of fake red lotus karma, but just this ray of fake red lotus karma doubled the old monk's combat power! Now, I put this fake red lotus karma under the crack , not only separates the two sides of the competition, but also serves as a barrier to prevent monks from running away or being rescued by others."

"The content of the eighth level is very simple. The monks of both immortals and demons can compete in the arena, regardless of their age and cultivation. Moreover, once they enter the arena, they will not be able to leave. Because at that time, the fake red lotus fire will prevent delusions from leaving People in the arena. Only when one side admits defeat can the competition end."

Speaking of this, the old Buddha seems to feel that this kind of competition method is a bit vicious, so he gave another suggestion thoughtfully.

"Of course, if you feel that you don't want to continue walking in this place, or you don't have any interest in fighting immortals and demons, you can leave through those teleportation arrays. After all, once the battle starts, it cannot end. Please cherish your own lives."

"In short, although I will no longer be there by then, and I will not see the efforts of the benefactors, but please weigh carefully before making a decision."

As soon as these words were finished, the phantom of the old monk disappeared without a trace, including the big funnel.

Zhu Fu looked around and found that no one had quit.Thinking about it, if they wanted to quit, they wouldn't have worked so hard to come here.Even if you don't compete, you still have to watch from the sidelines!ah?Is it possible to get hurt by watching on the sidelines?If you are afraid of even this little danger, then what kind of immortal do you want to cultivate? !

But fortunately, the elder of the Endless Chan School didn't set up this mechanism for a long time, so he wasn't very tricky. If he was given enough time, he wouldn't be able to build a building with hundreds of floors!
Seeing that no one withdrew, the monks of the immortal and demon ways began to discuss in low voices who would fight whom on their side.But at this time, Yaoxiu raised a question.

"Then we demon cultivators, who should we fight against?"

A female nun with unusually gorgeous hair looked lazily at those immortal monks who were fighting endlessly, feeling a little bored.They came here to practice and get the treasure left by the old monk.But the old monk didn't mention them demon cultivators after he finished talking, is he looking down on them?
But in the next moment, a disciple of Endless Chanyuan came out to explain.

"The benefactor is neither a fairy cultivator nor a demon cultivator, so he can naturally decide who to fight."

The demon cultivator didn't know if he listened or not, so he just nodded and didn't move.

At this time, finally there was a demon cultivator who couldn't restrain himself, probably for the purpose of exploring the way, and now took the initiative to jump out and provoke the immortal monks.

"I'm a demon cultivator in the transformation stage, who would like to fight with me?"

This demon cultivator is a man, but he is tall and mighty.It's just that Zhu Fu didn't know if it was because of his preconceived ideas. He always felt that those eyes were rolling around, carrying a sinister and cunning taste, destroying the visibility of that face.

Speaking of it, although this demon cultivator is in the stage of transforming gods, his aura is not very overbearing, and he even has a sense of difficulty with not deep roots.Immediately, the immortal cultivator was tempted.

It was a tall and slender male cultivator who looked gentle and handsome.He was born in the Sanmiao Sect, a sect that can be ranked but not well-known.Although not all the monks from the Zongmen family in the Jinyuan Great World came to participate, but one-tenth of all the young monks came. He wanted to earn an honor for his sect, so he was the first to leave. come out.

Jun Qinglun took a careful look at him, then solemnly bowed his hands at the male cultivator.

"Fellow Zicai, I hope everything goes well."

The male cultivator's face flushed with excitement!As the young sect master of the first sect and the well-deserved No.1 of the younger generation, Jun Qinglun actually remembered him, a not-so-powerful disciple of the sect. How could he not be honored?

Even the young monks who belonged to different sects around him looked at Jun Qinglun more kindly.

Even if they rely on Ling Yunzong, if they don't know how to be a human being, no one will follow him, right?As expected of the No.1 cultivated by the future suzerain, getting along is respectful and at the same time very comfortable.

However, other people who think of this can't help but look at Yu Duanruo who is standing next to him.This is clearly a disciple taught by the same master, why is there such a big difference?
But at a time like this, no one would say anything inappropriately.Especially the first battle, which is related to the next momentum.

After the candidates were confirmed, the two selected a ring, and after going up, they realized that even the ring they tried out had formations engraved to expand the space.

Zhu Zicai took out the spirit sword and signaled that he was going to attack, but the demon cultivator didn't care, he just kept staring at Zhu Zicai with an indescribable look.It's like weighing where to cut the knife.

As the eldest disciple of the Sanmiao Sect, Zhu Zicai naturally wouldn't be afraid of this little look.Holding the sword in his hand, he turned it slightly, and a drop of water appeared on the hilt of the sword, and then suddenly sprinkled, the scene was suddenly covered with mist, and the dense water vapor almost turned into rain and fell down.

(End of this chapter)