I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 390: Qing Dian begins, and the cannon is pointed at Thousand Buddhas.

"Boom!" A dull drum sound rippled over the arena.

Then the continuous sound of drums began to sound.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The mighty sound of drums and hammers echoes through time and space like roaring waves.

I saw the hosts who usually wore mysterious cloaks, put on colorful costumes, held bells in their hands, and surrounded the arena.

In the center of the arena, a huge altar stood next to a blazing bonfire. The firelight reflected the figures of the hosts, casting jumping silhouettes.

Their faces are covered with mysterious paint, and every stroke seems to contain ancient power. Their eyes shone with piety and awe, as if they were paying tribute to the ancient gods.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

Following the rhythm of the bell, the hosts began to twist their bodies and the dance became more and more intense.

Their movements are as smooth as flowing water, sometimes like tigers descending the mountain, sometimes like phoenixes spreading their wings. Every movement is full of power and beauty.

As the sacrificial dance progressed, the hosts began to sing ancient sacrificial songs. The singing is melodious and solemn, as if coming from a distant time and space. Although the lyrics are difficult to understand, they make people feel a strong shock, as if they are calling for some mysterious power.

Suddenly, everyone suddenly stopped dancing and raised the bells in their hands above their heads, as if they had been cast a restraining spell. As a deafening bell rang, a powerful energy surged out from the altar and swept the entire venue in an instant.

"boom!!"

A beam of light penetrated the sky, and then formed a huge Vientiane Gate in the arena. Several leading hosts walked to the Vientiane Gate.

"Rumble, rumble..."

At the same time, everyone could feel the strong trembling of each family's station.

Zhang Jun opened his eyes and saw that the entire station was surrounded by a huge force, and he couldn't help but feel a huge shock in his heart.

"Qingdian is about to begin." Fu Caisheng hurriedly directed several disciples: "Quick, calm down those little ones and don't move."

He is also an old man from the Wu Sheng Sect, and has seen him several times during the Qing Dian Festival held once every ten years, so he knows what to do and immediately makes people take action in an orderly manner.

"Lao Fu, at the beginning of the Qing Dian Festival, all the stations will be moved to one place. Are the locations random?"

Zhang Jun had heard Lao Fu talk about the Qing Dian Festival before, but he didn't bother to ask about many details.

"Well, it depends on luck."

Fu Caisheng explained: "The location is random. Sometimes a demonic sect will be included in several righteous sects, but it is not necessarily a bad thing."

"how to say?"

"I remember that last time, the Five Emperors Great Demon Sect was grouped together by several righteous sects. Although during the Qingdian period, no one could take the initiative to attack each other, the Five Emperors Great Demon Sect was refined. A few demonization furnaces arbitrarily polluted most of the other camps. In the end, these righteous schools were forced to spend a lot of money, and the Five Emperors Great Demon Sect stopped their efforts, and they also gained a lot of resident area in vain. "

"I see."

Zhang Jun suddenly realized that in most cases, the magic way still has the advantage.

After all, the practice of magic does not pick a place, and some magic ways even require pure devil energy. This requires the use of a magic furnace to convert all the spiritual energy in the surrounding land into devil energy.

Of course, if he had a choice, Zhang Jun would not want to be with the resident of the Five Emperors Demon Sect.

Not everyone is happy to live in a garbage dump.

The green plants in Wushengmen are not cheap. If they are polluted, it will be all money.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

While he was talking, he saw the four elders Zhao, Zhou, Wu, and Li arriving in the form of escaping light.

Elder Li grinned and said, "It's been so many years, and this time it's our turn to take a deep breath."

Lao Zhao and others nodded after hearing this.

Since the decline of the Wusheng Sect, every time during the Qing Dian Festival, the Wusheng Sect has been ridiculed by all parties as poor ghosts.

Also, think about when Zhang Jun first came here, looking around, they were all dark stone houses, not even a blade of grass.

There are a few withered old trees stuck in the bare place, which is even more desolate than the cemetery in Beimang Mountain.

Things are different now.

Today's Wusheng Sect may be a little worse in strength than when it was at its peak, but in terms of financial resources, it is definitely worse.

Looking at the excited expressions of these people, it seems that they are already impatient for the Qing Dian Festival.

In fact, this is understandable.

Just like the Chinese New Year in real life, many people have been busy all year just to highlight their highlight moments at this moment.

Especially those who have made a fortune, they can't wait to replace their dogs with big gold chains.

"By the way, has my third senior brother not come out of seclusion yet?"

Zhang Jun suddenly thought of Huang Mao, or in other words, he thought of the [Moko Three Tribulations] in his hand: "Don't let this guy launch the Moko Three Tribulations out of nowhere. Everyone in the righteous and evil ways will follow him." Bad luck."

Hearing Zhang Jun's inquiry, Lao Zhao also looked puzzled. He didn't know why Zhang Jun cared so much about Huang Mao.

But he was also surprised that after this kid got so many opportunities last time, the retreat time this time was indeed a bit longer.

"That kid hasn't come out of seclusion yet, but I have people guarding him outside. If he comes out of seclusion, I will inform you as soon as possible."

"Well, it's best to let him come to me as soon as he comes out of isolation. I really want to ask him something."

Zhang Jun is still not reassured about this third senior brother.

"it is good!"

Lao Zhao nodded, turned around and called two more disciples, asking them to inform him and ensure that Huang Mao would come over as soon as possible after he came out of seclusion.

"boom!!"

At this time, a crack ripped open in the void and began to expand toward the surroundings.

"coming!"

Wu Mingtong's eyes sparkled and he quickly jumped into the air.

Zhang Jun and others followed closely, just waiting to fly into the air. Looking around, several huge worlds were like islands, slowly approaching them.

"Hehe, I'm pretty lucky, it's Taisui Mountain and Wude Hall."

After Lao Zhao squinted his eyes and watched carefully, he grinned and sneered.

Both of these are small sects that are neither high nor low in the righteous path. They were once glorious for a while, but that was only for a while. How could they be compared with their Wusheng sect.

"when……"

But before Lao Zhao and the others were happy, suddenly, they heard a long and long bell ringing from behind, and a huge golden mountain suddenly tore out of the void. The bell came from an ancient temple on the mountain, and it sounded like a scripture. , inspiring and alert.

"Damn it, why are these bald donkeys!"

Wu Mingtong and the other four elders instantly became embarrassed. When they turned around, they saw Jinshan getting closer and closer. Even Zhang Jun felt a strong sense of oppression.

The five great elders were like this, and the other Wusheng disciples were even more horrified by this.

Just because the mountain in front of us is so big, towering in the sky, majestic and vast, there are countless large and small stone Buddhas on the mountain. The big ones are built against the mountain and look at the same height as the mountain. The small ones are no more than the size of a fist, and they are densely packed like stars. With one glance, I can see countless grottoes, where the Vajra Arhat is solemn and majestic. Standing in front of it, one feels deeply one's own insignificance, like an ant looking up at the galaxy. It is out of proportion and one feels deeply one's own frailty.

"This is Thousand Buddha Mountain, the residence of the Buddhist Zen Golden Buddha Temple." Lao Zhao came to Zhang Jun and bared his teeth and said. Even a strong Taoist will have a kind of earthworm facing the towering giant tree in front of this mountain. Feel.

"When..." The big bell was long and the sound waves traveled thousands of miles.

Thousands of Buddhist disciples sit cross-legged in front of the mountain gate, chanting scriptures to cleanse people's souls.

Now the sound of chanting came like a tide, and many disciples who were not strong enough were in a trance after hearing the scriptures.

Seeing this, Wu Mingtong's face changed drastically and he showed an angry look: "You bunch of troublemakers want to stir up trouble wherever you go, get out of here!"

As he spoke, Wu Mingtong clenched his fists and punched Qianfo Mountain.

"Boom!"

A punch that contained the power of entering the Tao, accompanied by lightning, thunder, and strong winds, rushed directly towards the monks in front of the Qianfo Mountain Gate.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a loud sound of chanting Buddha came. The infinite power of faith turned into a Buddha's palm and stood in front of Qianfo Mountain, blocking Wu Mingtong's punch.

I saw a young monk wearing cassocks walking out, smiling and saying: "The Qingdian Festival has begun, but the senior wants to punch my mountain gate. What's the point?"

"Hmph, what's the point of doing this at the Golden Buddha Temple!"

Wu Mingtong snorted coldly: "Furthermore, although Qingdian is open, all parties have not entered the venue yet, so there is no way to stop them. If you don't shut up those bald donkeys, I will smash your temple door first!"

As he said this, Wu Mingtong had already sacrificed his magic weapon.

An iron rod appeared in his hand, shining brightly with a dazzling divine light.

It is Wu Mingtong's magic weapon for enlightenment, the fourth-grade multi-treasure Ruyi Stick.

I saw him picking up the long stick with both hands and smashing it towards Qianfo Mountain in front of him.

Suddenly the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, and the Ruyi stick shimmering with treasure tore apart the world, as if it could destroy all obstacles and shatter the void in front of it.

When the young monk saw this, his color changed, and he flicked his sleeves, and the vast power of faith dropped from the Thousand Buddha Mountain. Countless stone Buddhas seemed to wake up at this moment, and radiated brilliant Buddha light to block the stick.

Now everyone's expressions changed.

Wu Mingtong is a master who has been in the fourth level of Taoism for many years. His power is so powerful. The power of this stick is enough to split mountains and seas, but here he was easily blocked by the young monk in front of him with the power of Qianfo Mountain.

No matter how you look at it, the young monk has just entered Taoism.

"I come!"

Seeing this, Zhang Jun's face turned cold, and he used the Kun Peng Technique to rush into the air. He saw the Biluo Sword appearing in his hand. The sword's blade was bright with lightning, and with the huge sword intention, it turned into a ten thousand-foot dragon and slashed towards Qianfo Mountain.

This sword envelops his own Thunder Sword Technique, which is a domineering force that surpasses the Taiping Sword Intention. With a roar, the monk is encircled in the thunder.

Qianfo Mountain is very strong, with infinite power of faith flowing through it, but facing Zhang Jun's full blow, the ethereal power of faith alone cannot withstand it.

"puff"

The young monk's head turned into bloody mud, his body disintegrated, and he was completely destroyed, full of unwillingness.

Qianfoshan has been the leader of the righteous Buddhism for many years. This place has been sacred and has never been stained with blood. However, something like this happened today, which is unimaginable for Buddhism.

No one expected Zhang Jun to be so straightforward, he drew his sword and killed the young monk.

At this time, the chanting of monks outside the mountain gate was also interrupted, and they looked at Zhang Jun with horrified expressions.

"Amitabha……"

A monk halfway up the mountain was chanting the name of the Buddha, with a look of sorrow on his face. He was reciting the Purana Sutra for salvation. After a moment, he suddenly raised his head, with two compelling rays of light shooting out of his eyes, and shouted: "How can we tolerate you in this pure place of Buddhism?" These big demons interfere.”

"Buzz, boom, boom"

As the old monk spoke, the heaven and earth shook violently, as if there was infinite lightning resonance. All the Buddhas on Thousand Buddha Mountain seemed to be completely revived at this moment. The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were surrounded by immeasurable light, and the power of faith swept across them like a vast ocean. There were thousands of them. Tens of thousands of silver waterfalls fall down, which is an ocean of mind power.

I saw the old monk clasping his hands together, waving his hand and throwing a string of Buddhist beads. The beads suddenly exploded, forming like stars, carrying a huge power of faith, and smashed towards Zhang Jun.

"Be careful, that is a fifth-grade magic weapon, the Vajra Relic Rosary!" Upon seeing this, Lao Zhao and others hurriedly warned.

However, his worries were unnecessary. He saw Zhang Jun swinging the sword in his hand, and the patterns on the sword flashed, forming a terrifying thunderstorm. At the same time, his figure turned into a roc, and his wings flashed, creating a terrifying storm of sword energy. Throw it at the rosary.

"boom!"

There was a loud earthquake, and the rosary beads carrying the power of faith in front were blocked and blocked. The countless thunder and lightning sword shadows struck by Zhang Jun suffered huge impacts and made terrifying explosions.

There was a final loud noise, thunder exploded, the sky collapsed, and the earth shattered. Zhang Jun's figure returned to the station in mid-air, took a few big steps back, and the infinite power of faith that surged over also disappeared.

Everyone gasped and looked at Zhang Jun with strange eyes.

"When did you break through to the fourth level and come?"

Lao Li came over and asked.

Lao Zhao quickly came to Zhang Jun and said with a slight complaint: "Didn't I tell you to be more steady? Why did you suddenly break through the fourth level? How is your blood loss??"

"A little bit, but not much. If it weren't for lack of time, I should be able to make another breakthrough."

Zhang Jun put away the Biluo Sword with a smile and said.

More than just making another breakthrough, if I can accumulate some more, I can completely digest the resources brought by the Holy Son Yuan Shen, enough to break through to the sixth level in one go.

As for the blood energy consumed, this is no problem for me at all.

What I am practicing is a complete technique, with no flaws or leaks. When I break through, my blood energy will not drop but will rise instead.

"Who disturbs my pure land of Buddhism? Although our temple is merciful, we cannot tolerate the troubles of big demons like you." A roar came from the Golden Buddha Temple.

A powerful Buddhist man appeared. This time, several eminent monks wearing cassocks appeared one after another. Each one of them was a master of the Taoist realm. The Buddha's light formed a ring behind his head, and each of the treasures was solemn.

In the center is an old monk, wearing a cassock, with the sun, moon and stars shaking on it. His eyebrows are white and his face is wrinkled. He looks forward indifferently with a kind of majesty.

"Sure enough, he has a deep family background. This old monk must have reached the fifth level of Taoism. In addition, these Tao masters are really not something that ordinary people can afford to offend."

Seeing this, Zhang Jun calmly snorted and said: "Your family has a lot of money, and my family's money is not bad either. Old Zhao, I don't even have a lot of money."

Elder Zhao immediately grinned when he heard this and said, "Of course not!"

As he spoke, he took out a signal bomb and threw it into the air.

"Squeak! Boom!"

As the fireworks exploded, bursts of roars were seen from the back mountain, followed by a black warship slowly rising into the sky. It was Zhang Jun's [Blood Satellite River Boat].

Compared with the previous one, this Blood Satellite River Boat was not only dazzling, but also had more than ten dragon-headed cannons.

This giant war object was supposed to be a seventh-grade magic weapon, but the core of the battleship [Ten Thousand Demons Blood Furnace] was stolen and could not be repaired, so it was given to Zhang Jun.

In the last competitive world, Zhang Jun obtained the rare treasure "Dragon Locking Tower" to replace the Blood Furnace of Ten Thousand Demons. Afterwards, he gave this thing to Lao Zhao and asked him to find someone to repair it.

With handfuls of spirit stones thrown down, the [Blood Satellite River Boat] was repaired to the fifth level.

Now after it was released, I saw more than ten cannons above aiming at the gate of the Golden Buddha Temple. It felt like I could blow open the door of your house at any time.

(End of this chapter)