A seal of immortality

Chapter 511 Selection
Seeing this situation, Wang Changsheng frowned and walked into a shop.

The store is not big, and the shelves are full of magic weapons of different styles, ranging from low-level magic weapons to high-level magic weapons. The owner of the shop is a middle-aged man with a fair face and a cultivation level of the eleventh level of Qi Refining .

"Master, what do you want to buy? Would you like me to introduce you?" The middle-aged man said with a smile on his face.

"I don't want to buy anything. I want to ask you something. Is the Ghost Cave really going to be closed?" Wang Changsheng shook his head and asked straight to the point.

"I heard from many people that it is indeed going to be closed. It seems that several ghost kings and zombie kings have appeared. According to the past practice, it will take a year and a half to open again," the middle-aged man replied truthfully.

Hearing these words, Wang Changsheng nodded, and walked out a little disappointed.

The elixir he picked now can be exchanged for more than 2000 contribution points at most, which is only enough to exchange for a second-level poisonous spider. It will take a year and a half to open the ghost cave. , the sepsis wouldn't happen, he had to get a lot of contribution points in a short time.

"It seems that we can only go to the Heavenly Demon Conference," Wang Changsheng thought to himself.

After using the teleportation array to return to the hexagonal attic, Wang Changsheng went to Ten Thousand Corpse Peak and bought five bronze armored corpses with 5000 yuan of spirit stones.

Afterwards, Wang Changsheng went to the Hall of Deacons, bought a high-end body bag and changed his place of residence.

As soon as the courtyard door was opened, Han Li greeted him immediately, and said in a respectful voice, "Disciple pays respects to master."

"I changed the place. You dig out all these condensed fireworks and tidy them up. I'll take you to the new cave," Wang Changsheng nodded and ordered.

"Disciple obeys," Han Li agreed without the slightest doubt.

Soon, Han Li dug out all the fireworks.

Wang Changsheng released the blue disc, carrying Han Li to the sky.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Changsheng came to the sky above a peak hundreds of feet high.

After sweeping his gaze, Wang Changsheng controlled the blue disc to land in a courtyard halfway up the mountain.

This yard has a size of five or six acres. Besides a five or six feet high exquisite attic, there are five or six stone houses.

"You choose a room to live in at random, plant these elixir, take good care of them, don't run around if you have nothing to do, by the way, this bottle of nourishing qi pill is for you, while taking care of the elixir, don't forget to practice, don't Let people say that my disciple, Mr. Wang, does not live up to expectations," Wang Changsheng ordered a few words, handed a bottle of Qi Yang Pill and more than a dozen elixir to Han Li, and walked into the attic.

"Yes, Master, this disciple will definitely take good care of these elixir and live up to Master's high expectations," Han Li nodded and said gratefully.

The attic has two floors and a basement, fully furnished.

After closing the door, Wang Changsheng activated the restriction of the cave, and walked into the basement.

The basement is fifty or sixty feet in size, and some moonstones are inlaid on the top, illuminating the stone chamber brightly.

Wang Changsheng took off the body bag at his waist, threw it forward, and a magic weapon hit it. Immediately, thick black mist mixed with gusts of wind gushed out from the mouth of the bag, occupying most of the stone room in a blink of an eye.

After the black mist dissipated, five zombies in bronze armor, with their eyes closed and their faces shriveled, appeared in front of Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng took out a purple gourd and poured the black liquid inside into a wooden basin. Then, he cut his arm and dripped a large amount of blood into the wooden basin.

As Wang Changsheng muttered, the black liquid in the wooden basin swirled rapidly.

Not long after, the sound of incantations in Wang Changsheng's mouth stopped, and several spells were thrown into the black liquid in the wooden basin.

The black liquid immediately flew out of the wooden basin, suspended in mid-air, and after a while of tumbling and surging, condensed into five mysterious black marks.

"Go," Wang Changsheng tapped lightly on the five bronze armored corpses, and the five black marks suspended in mid-air flew towards the five bronze armored corpses, and accurately sank into the heads of the five zombies.

After Wang Changsheng fed some blood to the five bronze armor corpses, he took them back into the body bag.

Speaking of which, Wang Changsheng's "Heavenly Corpse Dafa" recorded a variety of techniques for refining corpses, and one of them, "Heavenly Corpse", was the most powerful. It's a pity that refining a zombie does not last for a year or so. If he can't come out, he can only look far away and go to Ten Thousand Corpse Peak to buy a bronze armored corpse.

Wang Changsheng took out the jade slip that recorded the control of zombies, and checked it.

Early the next morning, Wang Changsheng left the yard, and the imperial weapon flew towards Tiandu Peak.

Not long after, Wang Changsheng came to a tall and dark mountain.

This Heavenly Capital Peak is six to seven hundred feet high, and layers of faint black mist can be seen from halfway up the mountain.

There are large and small attic courtyards all over the mountain, but the peak is a wide platform with a size of more than ten acres, all of which are paved with off-white stones, clean and tidy.

There are twenty black stone arenas with a size of one hundred feet on the platform.

In front of the platform, there is a magnificent hall with a height of thirty feet. On the left is a row of quaint black buildings, while on the right is a row of simple stone houses.

At this time, dozens of Nether Corpse Sect disciples gathered on the platform, all of them were Foundation Establishment cultivators. The lowest cultivation level of these people was the Middle Foundation Establishment stage, and the highest cultivation level was Foundation Establishment Dzogchen.

It seems that with the stimulation of [-] contribution points, there are still many people who are willing to participate in the Omen Conference.

Wang Changsheng found a place to sit cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated.

A moment later, a majestic voice came to Wang Changsheng's ears: "Little fellows participating in the selection, come to me to draw lots and face off by drawing lots."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Changsheng opened his eyes and stood up.

A thin-faced old man in black robes stood on a ring, with a black bamboo tube in front of him, which contained dozens of bamboo sticks. Dozens of disciples who participated in the selection lined up and drew a bamboo stick one by one.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng also joined the queue.

Not long after, Wang Changsheng came to the black-robed old man, and took out a bamboo stick from the black bamboo slips, on which was written a character "three", which represented ring number three.

"I will go to the number of rings to compete in the number of draws. You can abstain. I remind you that no matter whether you have any grievances or not, you are still brothers in the same school. You can stop when you click, and you are not allowed to kill. Violators will be severely punished. "At the end, a stern look flashed in the eyes of the old man in black robe.

"Yes, Uncle Master," all the disciples said in unison with a shudder in their hearts.

After speaking, everyone walked towards the ring they had drawn.

Wang Changsheng's opponent was a tall, thin, middle-aged man with a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation.

When all the disciples of the competition stood on the ring, a group of deacon disciples activated the restriction of the ring, and twenty gray light curtains emerged one after another, covering each ring.

(End of this chapter)