Cultivation of Immortality: Start by Improving Spiritual Root Qualifications

Chapter 699 The truth will be revealed with your own hands!

The Soul-Grabbing Conference is held at the west gate of Jinyang Fairy City.

At this time, outside the West City Gate,
There were huge crowds of people, and it was very lively. Ten huge platforms were lined up outside the city, emitting bursts of spiritual light.

There are formations guarding the surroundings.

At a glance, they are all fourth-grade upper-grade level!

The arena was already surrounded by spectators, some standing and some sitting, whispering and talking, all looking forward to the Soul-Grabbing Competition that was about to begin.

Zhou Xun, Tianci Zhenjun and Wang Erniu arrived at the venue early and waited quietly.

Just as everyone was looking forward to it, a melodious music suddenly came from the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw two teams of guards in golden armor, escorting a chariot with two huge dragons slowly flying over.
On the chariot sat a majestic man wearing a crown and a dragon robe.

"Emperor Jin, it's His Majesty the Emperor Jin!"

The appearance of Emperor Jin made the entire venue suddenly quiet, and many people saluted.

"I didn't expect that Emperor Jin would also come to watch the ceremony!"

Zhou Xun looked at Emperor Jin above and couldn't help but marvel at him. Judging from the aura emanating from him, he was obviously a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

"The Soul-Seizing Conference is a major event in the Great Jin Dynasty, so naturally he will show up!" Tianci Zhenjun continued.

"With him here, the people from White Bone Mountain shouldn't dare to be so blatant!" Wang Erniu said.

"I'm afraid it's still the same!" Zhou Xun shook his head.

In the final analysis, the emperor of this world of immortal cultivation is not like the emperor of the secular world, who holds the power of life and death.

Instead, he is like the leader of a sect, with certain power, but not too much.

While they were discussing, the carriage came above everyone. The Emperor of Jin walked out of the carriage, glanced at everyone, and then spoke slowly.

"No need to be so polite, everyone. Today is the grand event of the Soul Seizing Conference, and I have come here to watch the ceremony."

"Now I declare that the conference officially begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a white-haired old man wearing a golden dragon robe and a tall crown flew out from below.

"quiet!"

The majestic voice of the old man in white robe spread out in all directions, carrying with it a hint of the pressure of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator.

Suddenly, the chaotic sounds at the west city gate suddenly stopped and became extremely quiet.

"A certain Ji Heng is in charge of this Soul Seizing Conference!"

"It turns out to be Elder Ji Heng. He is well-known for his impartiality. With him presiding over this Soul Seizing Conference, it will surely be fair!"

A round-faced young man in his twenties who was watching the game below said excitedly.

Ji Heng is also the second elder of the Jin Dynasty royal family, with the cultivation level at the peak of Nascent Soul stage.

"Elder Ji Heng is indeed fair, but the selection of the Palace Master may not be fair,"

A young man in white clothes next to him said something that surprised the round-faced young man.

"Oh, really? What do you think, brother? Doesn't it all depend on one's own ability?" The round-faced young man snorted with some dissatisfaction.

The young man in white ignored him, as if he didn't hear what he said and was talking to himself.

"People with great power have skills and magic weapons that are not comparable to those of ordinary cultivators. For example, when senior masters leave behind powerful treasures, how can ordinary cultivators be their opponents? This is one reason."

"The monks from powerful forces have many helpers. They can join forces to participate in the sect selection. However, most ordinary monks are alone. Even if they participate in the competition, they rarely have the idea of ​​joining forces. Therefore, the winning rate is even lower. This is the second reason."

"As for the third one, hey, don't mention it!"

"What is there to not mention? Isn't it that the powerful monks have deep influence in the court and can obtain the list of fighting monks in advance and study their opponents thoroughly?"

"They even bribed the participating monks to reserve the position of Palace Master in advance!"

A mocking voice rang in the ears of several people. It was Feng Yang who rejected Bai Yu.

When they saw that he was a senior in the Nascent Soul stage, they all bowed and saluted without saying anything.

At this moment, the voice of Elder Ji Heng rang out:

"Next, announce the rules of the conference!"

"First, all the monks participating in the Soul Seizing Conference will duel in pairs according to the states where they registered."

"The winner will enter the next round until the last cultivator is left, and he will become the master of that mansion!"

"Second, no one should be killed in this fight. Otherwise, it will be a provocation to our Great Jin. We will definitely abolish their cultivation and serve as a warning to others!"

After speaking, he glanced at everyone.

"The Soul Seizing Conference begins now."

As soon as he finished speaking, ten monks flew out from the crowd in the lower square and flew to the various high platforms.

It is obvious that he is the judge of this Soul-Snatching Conference.

Judging from their aura, they are all cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage.

One of them shouted:
"The Xuyang Mansion competition will be held on platform No. 1. All registered cultivators, please come up!"

Then, a total of twenty-six figures flew into the air and stood in the air.

At the same time, ten platforms were surrounded by monks participating in the conference.

"How could there be so many monks participating in the competition? In the past, there were very few islands with more than 20 people signing up!"

A familiar voice sounded not far from Zhou Xun.

Zhou Xun was delighted when he saw that it was the middle-aged Confucian scholar he met when registering that day.

"Fellow Daoist Le, could it be that there were only a few people involved before?" Zhou Xun said in a voice message.

Seeing that it was Zhou Xun, Le raised his hand, came to Zhou Xun's side, and replied:

"Yes, in the first two sessions I participated in, most of the contestants had only a dozen or so people. For example, in the Xuyang Mansion, there were only fourteen people participating in the last session."

"There are a total of 26 people in this class, which is nearly double the number!"

"It seems that the competition in this conference will be huge!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man sighed and lost confidence in winning the position of palace lord.

Zhou Xun saw his sad look, so he comforted him and said:

"Friend Le is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Even if he encounters a cultivator in the late stage, he can still fight. I think there is still a great hope for him to become the Palace Master!"

"I hope so," the middle-aged man sighed again and again.

Half a day later, Xu Yang's first round of competition was over. Including the cultivator who was given a bye, there were still thirteen cultivators left to enter the next round.

Suddenly, an old man in a yellow robe stood up and bowed to the monk who was presiding over the duel.
"Old Taoist Hong Tian, ​​I was seriously injured in this battle and am no longer able to participate in the next round. I voluntarily give up. I hope you will help me!"

The monk nodded and agreed.

After him, several others chose to give up, so that when the second round started, there were only four people left participating!

"It seems that it is just like the White Bone Mountain, with public relations outside the venue!" Zhou Xun shook his head.

After that, Zhou Xun and his friends spent the next half month watching other fights.

"All the fellow Daoists who are participating in the Jiangling Prefecture competition, please come up!"

At this time, it was finally Zhou Xun's turn.

Zhou Xun immediately flew to the side of the monk in charge of judging, and then another twenty or so figures flew out.

Everyone stood in the air.

"There are a total of twenty-seven fellow Taoists participating in the Jiangling Prefecture duel, so all duels will be divided into five rounds."

"Also because there is an odd number of fellow Taoists participating, one fellow Taoist will have a bye, and this person is fellow Taoist 'Lu Zhuo'."

As they spoke, everyone turned their eyes to an old man in a black robe with a square face, who was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

"Someone from Baigushan!" Zhou Xun said in his heart. This person was the old man next to Bai Yu that day.

"The first Taoists to fight are," the referee monk said, glancing at the list in his hand. "Qi Fei, Wu Feng!"

After saying that, a middle-aged man in a blue robe and the old man in a black robe flew out.

As for Zhou Xun and others, they flew back and made space for the two of them.

Looking at the two people on the field, Zhou Xun felt something fishy in his heart.

The middle-aged man in the blue robe was clearly the first to accept Bai Yu's Qi Fei.
And his opponent happened to be a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul from Baigushan. If there was nothing wrong between them, no one would believe it.

"Brother Zhou, it seems that this White Bone Mountain can not only get the list, but also freely arrange the opponents,"

At this time, the voice of Tianci Zhenjun rang in Zhou Xun's ears.

"there is always a solution to a problem!"

Zhou Xun said expressionlessly.

At this time, the two people on the field were already fighting together.

"Ding Ding Ding-"

Several crisp sounds were heard, and the middle-aged man Qi Fei in blue robe controlled a circular magic weapon to block Wu Feng's bone blade.

"Qi Fei, you have taken our spirit stones, do you dare to disobey us?" Seeing that Qi Fei dared to resist, Wu Feng warned him through voice transmission.

"Others are afraid of you, White Bone Mountain, but I am not!" Qi Fei sneered, and his spell changed.
The ring was immediately divided into nine.
They formed a special formation and attacked Wu Feng from different directions.

"Okay, okay, today I will let you know how powerful my White Bone Mountain is!"

Wu Feng made a gesture with one hand and pointed at the bone blade.
I saw a flash of purple-black light.
The bone blade then turned into a purple flame and appeared faintly in the air.

"This is... purple-blue bone flame!" Qi Fei was shocked.

"It's too late to regret now!" Wu Feng sneered.
"go with!"

Pointing at Qi Fei with one hand,
The purple flame disappeared from its original spot in an instant, and the next moment it wrapped around Qi Fei's protective light shield.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

"This is teleportation!"

Zhou Xun was also very alert in his heart. Even he didn't have many tricks like this.

But in just a moment, the light shield became shaky.

Upon seeing this, Qi Fei hurriedly controlled the ring to attack the middle-aged man in black robe, hoping to use the strategy of attacking Wei to save Zhao and force him to withdraw the purple flame.

The middle-aged man in black robe saw this and chuckled.

"Little tricks!"

Then nine rays of spiritual light spurted out of his mouth and transformed into nine bone claws, which entangled the ring together, leaving it in a dilemma.

Qi Fei was horrified and quickly made hand gestures, moving the ring left and right, but he could not get rid of the bone claws.

At this moment, his shield suddenly shattered.

"No killing!"

There was a roar from the referee monk!

Upon hearing this, the old man in black robe changed his spell immediately, and the purple flame turned into a bone blade again.
"Pfft-"

There was a sound of metal entering the body,

Qi Fei's legs were cut off at the thighs and fell into the air!

Then a stream of magic fire spurted out from the old man's mouth, wrapped around the fallen broken legs, and instantly turned them into ashes.

Qi Fei completely gave up the idea of ​​getting his legs reattached.

"This is the fate of those who disobey my White Bone Mountain. If it weren't for the rules, today would be the day you die!"

The old man in black robe said viciously, then glanced at the other people who had registered, with threats evident in his eyes.

"Wu Feng wins!"

"The people in White Bone Mountain are so cruel!" exclaimed one of the monks who were watching.

Although there are elixirs that can regenerate limbs in the world of cultivation, they are extremely precious and not easy to obtain.

The old man in black robe left, and Bai Yu immediately sent a message,
"Master uncle's magical power is still so powerful!"

Then he remembered something, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then asked:

"I wonder if it left any tracking marks?"

"Of course. How can I keep him here if he has offended me, White Bone Mountain? I have secretly left a mark on him. When he leaves Jinyang Immortal City, it will be his death!"

The old man in black robe spoke in a cold tone.

Bai Yu shook his head, a cruel smile appeared on his face:

"Don't kill him yet. Capture him when the time comes. My bone zombie still needs a Nascent Soul to cultivate!"

"The second group, Hongxuan Zhenjun and Huiyue,"

"The fifth group, Zhou Xun and Wang Heshan."

This Wang Heshan is an early Nascent Soul cultivator from Baigushan. He has a gloomy appearance, gray hair, and the look of an eagle or a wolf.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, let's get started!"

The gloomy old man from Baigushan showed a creepy smile and shouted at Zhou Xun.

He thought that the handsome young man opposite would be just going through the motions like the one in front of him, and would admit defeat after a fight.

Zhou Xun smiled meaningfully and nodded.

With a flip of his hand, the Xuan Ting Thunder Sword appeared in his hand, and then he threw it lightly.

It flew into the air and turned into a three-foot long shape, with arcs of lightning flashing around it!
"You are Lei Xiu!"

The old man opposite frowned slightly, sensing the momentum of the thunder sword, and couldn't help revealing a trace of fear.

But thinking of Bai Yu's words, he felt relieved that he had already bribed the person in front of him.

With a wave of his hand, the old man also summoned a white bone fork.
Seeing this, Zhou Xun didn't want to say more.
Then, clasp your hands together,

Magic power surged at the fingertips, and a ray of spiritual light shone on the Xuan Ting Thunder Sword and struck out!

The entire lightning sword became extremely bright, like a lightsaber.
The sword body was also trembling slightly, making a faint humming sound, ready to be fired at any time!
"disease!"

Then he pointed at the old man opposite him.
The Xuan Ting Thunder Sword instantly turned into a purple light, cutting through space and shooting forward!

Seeing this, the old man also came forward with the bone fork.

"boom--"

The moment the lightning sword and the bone fork came into contact, he was knocked back, wailing non-stop, and his spiritual light was greatly damaged.

The old man also groaned.

I couldn't help but feel terrified.

"Didn't they say that this person has already cooperated with them?"

Before he could figure it out, a purple light approached.
"Fuck!"

With a crisp sound, the protective aura on the old man's body suddenly shattered.

Then Zhou Xun changed his tactics, changing from stabbing to hitting.

The sword hit the old man hard.
The old man was like a meteorite, being knocked down from the sky and hitting the ground heavily.
Then, Zhou Xun fell from the sky and landed beside the old man.
"You are not allowed to kill. The laws of the Great Jin Dynasty are unforgiving!"

Seeing this, the referee immediately warned,

Zhou Xun smiled slightly and cupped his hands:

"I just wanted to say a few words!"

Then he looked at the dying old man at his feet.
Then he took out a storage bag from his waist, threw it on the old man, and said:
"Tell you young master, from now on, let's see who's the real deal!"

(End of this chapter)