After the ascent failed

Chapter 616 Seat Competition
Ye Chunyang couldn't help but glanced at that Yuanxian, who was actually a human cultivator.

The two continents of Tianhan and Tianyuan are mostly alien races, and the human race is declining here, but this person can be so strong, which shows that he is different from the Xuanji Palace where he lives.

"Yuan Xianyi, I haven't seen you in 300 years. I didn't expect that you are still as arrogant. Today I will see if you can still have the arrogance of 300 years?" Mo Man is not a good man, and when he heard Yuan Xianyi's targeted words, he immediately laughed.

Yuan Xianyi flicked his sleeves lightly, looking at Mo Man with disdain.

"Hey, if Fellow Daoist Yuan wants to compete with this big guy, maybe the two of us can help a little."

At this time, a chuckle sounded from the side, and the ghost ancestor looked at Mo Man gloatingly.

"You mean, you think Yuan is not good enough to be an enemy of Mo Man?" Yuan Xianyi sneered and replied directly.

Patriarch Ghost Ling didn't expect Yuan Xianyi to be so domineering, and couldn't help but froze.

Yuan Xian flicked his sleeves and said coldly: "I don't need others to help me if I want to attack, Mo Man, don't you want to avenge the past? You can give it a try, but I'm afraid you won't be as capable as before. He got away with it by luck."

"yes!"

Mo Man stood up with a gloomy expression, and the momentum of both sides was like a rainbow.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, the two Void Returning cultivators confronted each other, and the murderous aura was suddenly fierce under the vortex of the entire seabed, making it almost breathless.

Although there are many monks who came here this time, some of the cultivators who transform the spirit understand that this is the stage for the monks who return to the void, and only they can come and go freely in the Abyss Realm.

But the Diyuan Realm only opens every 300 years, and there are many opportunities. Even if many people know that even if they enter the Diyuan Realm, they will not be able to enter the core fairy hall, but they still want to blog here chance.

It's just that they didn't expect that there would be a battle to return to the void before the Abyss Realm was opened.

Ye Chunyang looked at the two of them, but then withdrew them.

He has no interest in the battle between these two return-to-the-void monks, and only cares about his current situation.

From the information faintly revealed by these people, he can roughly know that this is an unusual place in the abyss world, and there is a fairy hall inside, which is closely related to the iron sword he obtained.

He couldn't help but glanced at the old fortune-teller, could it be that this old guy hijacked him precisely because he knew that this thing was on him, and wanted to use him to enter the fairy hall?

What kind of mystery is there that makes all the Void Returning cultivators fight to the death?
Yuan Xian snorted coldly, and the breath around his body was boiling like a tide, and the two of them seemed to fight if they disagreed.

Quite a few people were secretly chilling. The fight between the two return-to-the-void monks was not a joke. Maybe if they were affected, they would die unjustly.

Patriarch Guiling and Taoist Aoxie looked back and forth between the two, and then looked at each other, with a sneer flashing in their eyes.

Naturally, they didn't have any intention of helping them, they wished that both of them would be hurt in the fight, so that there would be fewer two masters to fight with them.

Just when everyone had different thoughts, a ray of light flew in from above.

A young monk landed next to Yuan Xianyi and saluted him respectfully, "The disciple sees the master."

Yuan Xian looked at the person coming, his expression softened a little, and he said, "How is the matter going?"

"Report to Master, everything has been done." The young monk nodded, and then said something to Yuan Xianyi through voice transmission.

Yuan Xian's expression changed after hearing this, but then he showed a satisfied smile.

After a while, he looked at Mo Man opposite him, and said with a sneer: "Mo Man, you are lucky today, and I won't argue with you for the time being, but if you dare to ruin my good deeds like 300 years later, I will show no mercy !"

"Hey, the tone is not small. This time, I'm afraid you won't be able to enter the Fairy Palace as smoothly as before." Mo Man smiled darkly, his voice was thunderous.

Yuan Xianyi didn't care about it, and sat on the seat with his eyes closed.

The young monk stood aside respectfully.

At this time, Ye Chunyang noticed that the young man seemed to be looking at him, and looked sideways at him in surprise.

Probably because of his relationship with the human race, the young man glanced at him a few more times, but quickly took it back.

Ye Chunyang didn't pay much attention to it.

On the other side, Hua Yanxi and Hua Fei'er were also silent all the time, without saying a word.

The old Taoist sat there as if he had settled down from the very beginning, ignoring foreign affairs at all.

Some seriousness flashed in Ye Chunyang's eyes. Yuan Xianyi, Mo Man and the others are all strong in the Void Return Stage, and none of them has noticed the real cultivation of the old Tao, which shows that the old Tao is not simple.

It's just that Ye Chunyang couldn't figure out what his real purpose was.

Unknowingly several hours have passed.

Under the vortex under the sea, many people appeared one after another, most of them were alien races, and occasionally a few human monks appeared, but the one with the highest cultivation level was undoubtedly the Xuanji Palace Unable to Yuan Xianyi.

As for Gu Mu, a veteran fortune teller, although this old guy is also a human race, he is mysterious and unfathomable. Others don't know his real cultivation level, and they only think he is here to join in the fun.

Soon, the underwater vortex became lively, and more and more monks appeared. Everyone stared at the gate with fiery eyes, but seeing that the gate was closed at this time, they all chose seats and sat down tacitly. .

But then, something unexpected happened.

The seats outside the gate are not unlimited, and as more and more people come here, the seats are quickly filled.

There are too many monks and too little porridge, and the monks who rushed to the back have no place to stay.

This scene directly led to the competition for seats.

At first, it was just some monks in the Dongtian Realm or Nascent Soul stage who were oppressed by the Huashen monks, but later it evolved into a competition between Huashen and Huashen.

Ye Chunyang carefully observed the changes in the field, and vaguely understood something.

Judging from the fact that everyone is willing to fight for it, these seats are very likely to have some effect on the Earth Abyss Realm.

However, there are only dozens of seats, and more than a hundred monks have arrived. Naturally, under such a situation, fierce competition is inevitable!

However, although the battle was fierce, those who started to fight for seats only dared to pick some soft persimmons, and those who were surrounded by strong people, they naturally did not dare to provoke them in the slightest.

For example, on Yuan Xianyi's side, even though there were some cultivators at the late stage of transforming spirits coming behind, seeing Yuan Xianyi here, he immediately retreated obediently, not daring to think of his disciples.

"Gentlemen, give up your seats."

Just as Ye Chunyang was sitting quietly with his eyes closed, a voice came from behind, and four aliens were staring at them unkindly.

Looking at the appearance of these four people, it is obvious that they are regarded as the objects of snatching.

These people's cultivation bases are not weak, they are all at the level of the middle stage of transformation, and Hua Yanxi's expression changed slightly when she saw them.

"Aren't you deaf? Get out if you don't want to die, or you will regret it when we take action!" shouted a middle-aged alien next to him.

Ye Chunyang frowned secretly, indifferent to this.

Hua Yanxi couldn't help but look at the old fortune teller.

The cultivation base of these four people is higher than hers, and it is impossible for her alone to be hostile.

"You guys are constantly making noise, disturbing the poor Taoist Qingxiu, and making people really upset!" The old Taoist slowly opened his eyes, with a languid tone in his tone.

"The old guy is courting death!"

The middle-aged foreigner looked like a man with a violent temper, before he finished drinking, he suddenly raised his hand to grab it, and pressed down hard on the old man's head.

If this palm is real, the old man's head must be slapped like a watermelon on the ground.

But then the face of the middle-aged alien changed drastically.

Before the palm he slapped fell, he bounced back violently, and at the same time a deep aura emanated from the old Taoist body.

"Boom"!
The middle-aged foreigner didn't have time to stop, there was a bang directly from his body, and a mist of blood spewed out of his mouth.

"you?"

The four people were shocked, and then the panic receded, and they bowed their hands to the old Taoist again and again: "The juniors and others have eyes that don't know Mount Tai, and I don't know that you are a senior, so I offended you so much, please forgive me."

After finishing speaking, the four of them flew away without stopping.

They couldn't perceive the exact cultivation level of the old man, but the aura emanating from him just now was extremely terrifying, no matter how stupid they were, they knew that the other party was an existence that could not be provoked.

"A few ants, snakes and insects, there is really no need to stay. The poor Taoist will give you a ride." The old man did not open his eyes, so he picked up the penny next to him and tapped it lightly.

"Boom!"

A terrible hurricane came out, and the seemingly inconspicuous penny was like a hundred thousand mountains, and the four of them fell down together, lying on the ground with their four corners wide open, unable to move at all.

"Senior show mercy!"

Fear welled up on the faces of the four, and they hurriedly begged for mercy.

The old Taoist didn't even look at them, and the penny fell down lightly.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Under the bottom of the sea, there was a lot of blood, and the four aliens were directly reduced to a puddle of flesh under the penny without even uttering a scream.

Everyone gasped and looked at the old man with some fear.

Those four were masters in the middle stage of transformation, and they were beaten to death before they could even say a word?
Originally, some people saw Ye Chunyang's low cultivation level and wanted to make a move, but now they all fell silent, and they dared not look at them at all.

"Now you can take a good snooze for a while." The old man retracted the penny lazily, ignoring others, and continued to sit up quietly with his eyes closed. After a while, there was the sound of snoring, as if he was really asleep.

Ye Chunyang's expression was slightly stern.

The old man seemed easy-going, but unexpectedly he was so ruthless.

This scene made him more sure that if he had the slightest thought of escaping, the old man would not hesitate to attack him.

Ye Chunyang felt chills in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface. In the current situation, being too eager to get out would be bad for him, so he could only wait and see the changes.

In the following time, there will be strong people coming one after another, but after the old man frightened them, no one dares to stare at them anymore.

However, as the competition became more intense, everyone looked at the Gate of the Abyss with more fanaticism, because they all felt that there was an unusual aura slowly emanating from the giant gate at this time, and the vortex in the sky became more and more intense. violent.

All this shows that some kind of strange scene they are looking forward to is about to appear.

(End of this chapter)