I open a farm in the world of cultivation

The protagonists of the Feiling Conference are not the saints and saints like Wang Hao, but the heads of each branch, that is, the saints. The saints may not have such high cultivation at the beginning, but after the resources are tilted, there is almost an 80% chance of becoming a fusion cultivator, and the remaining 20% ​​will soon be replaced by new saints.

In other words, the 72 saints participating in the Feiling Conference at this moment are all in the fusion stage.

They also represent the future of the Feiling clan and are the protagonists of this Feiling Conference.

The saints and saints are just the juniors they brought here to gain experience. The so-called holy domain exploration is similar to the juniors' competition during the ceremony held by ordinary families. In addition to selecting outstanding saints for key training, it is more of a role in livening up the atmosphere!

So as soon as Yan Nantian finished speaking, all the saints left behind the saints and saints they led and flew towards the Xiaguang Hall.

A burst of rosy light shone, and the hall seemed to be split from the middle as a whole, revealing a colorful pagoda.

This is the Wanling Tower, a treasure of Yan Nantian. The specific grade is unknown. Some say it is a Xuantian spiritual treasure, some say it is only a half-step Xuantian spiritual treasure, and some say it is just a top-grade Tongtian spiritual treasure.

In any case, no one dares to underestimate this treasure.

It is rumored that the space inside the tower is huge, comparable to a yellow-grade upper-grade cave heaven. It was refined by Yan Nantian with the power of the Mahayana period for thousands of years.

Such a treasure, even if it is just a spiritual treasure, no one dares to despise it.

A saint lord of the Jiuyang clan rushed to the front, but as soon as he entered the first floor of the Wanling Tower, he stopped, his body visibly hunched, his hair quickly turned white, and the exposed skin quickly dehydrated and wrinkled, which frightened him to quickly use his power to resist.

Fortunately, as he resisted with all his strength, the changes in his body slowly recovered, which made him relieved.

However, his gaze towards the second floor was obviously hesitant. After hesitating for a moment, he still sat cross-legged on the first floor.

"The law of time?" Wang Hao's eyes narrowed.

Generally speaking, cultivators will only specialize in one law, and they will not change it once they have chosen it.

However, when they reach the Mahayana stage, cultivators seek to ascend to the immortal world, and they usually dabble in other laws.

With a high-level vision and huge resources, it is not uncommon for Mahayana cultivators to master multiple laws, but if a combined cultivator can do so in an instant, the other party's attainments in the law of time are probably not low, and it is not a simple comprehension.

The Feiling clan currently has hundreds of saints, and not everyone is qualified to come. It may be for fairness or other reasons. A clan can only send one saint. Its strength is not the strongest, but it depends on the degree of progress.

Generally speaking, most of them are newly promoted saints in the past ten thousand years.

Everyone's cultivation is actually similar, so when they saw the saint of the Jiuyang clan was defeated, the others did not laugh at him. Instead, they stopped outside the tower temporarily and observed carefully, trying to see some clues.

After a long time, a few people couldn't wait to step in. Their faces also sank. However, they had learned from the previous experience and were well prepared, so they didn't make a fool of themselves!

Of the seventy-two branches of the Feiling Clan, except for the Saint Lords of the twelve main branches, all stopped at the first floor.

Among the twelve main branches, the Saint Lords of the Tianpeng Clan and the Black Eagle Clan stopped at the second floor.

In the end, only the Saint Lords of the Jiuli Clan and the Five Lights Clan reached the fourth floor.

"It seems that the strength of the Saint Lords also corresponds to the strength of each branch. Yes, how can a strong branch produce a weak Lord?" Wang Hao said to himself. It was obviously different from the heads and heads of the human race. The heads and heads of the human race basically do miscellaneous things, fill the door, and do dirty and tiring work. As long as their cultivation is acceptable, it's fine. What matters is their management ability, coordination ability and communication ability.

On the Feiling Clan side, the Saint Lord is selected from the Saint Son and Saint Daughter, and the Saint Son and Saint Daughter are selected from the entire clan. The Saint Lord is basically the strongest among this generation of clan members.

The saints climbed the tower, and the saints and saints almost stared at it, looking like they were eating melons. For most people, this was much more valuable than the sermon later.

The saints and saints of the Jiuli and Wuguang tribes could not help but feel proud at this moment, and they straightened their chests and enjoyed the envious eyes of other saints and saints!

But soon, they gathered in twos and threes to discuss the exploration of the Five-Colored Holy Land.

Only Wang Hao was left, still looking at the Ten Thousand Spirits Tower, ignoring the shouts of Jiang Ming and others!

"Junior Brother Jiang, forget it, it seems that Junior Brother Jiang Yuan has lofty ambitions, so let's not block his future," Ji Wubing said in a cold tone. He was not annoyed that Jiang Yuan did not join them, but his attitude, which was too arrogant.

Wang Hao did not take them seriously at all, so he naturally would not get entangled with them. If it were the original Jiang Yuan, he would probably worry that the other party would trip him up, and would not act with the four people. No matter what the starting point was, the result was somewhat similar.

In fact, Wang Hao has no time at all now. He has been thinking about the power of the law contained in the Ten Thousand Spirits Tower.

The law of time can speed up time, slow down time, and even reverse time when it is comprehended to a very high level. Mahayana cultivators may be able to do this, but can the Ten Thousand Spirits Tower do it?

Reversing time is definitely not without cost. Would you do this for a sermon?

Obviously not.

Those holy masters can recover by using their power to resist, and the priority of the law of time is extremely high and cannot be offset by other laws.

"It's not the law of time. Yan Nantian is from the Five Lights Clan. He should be best at the law of the five elements. But even if he further comprehends the Yin and Yang Dao through the law of the five elements, he can't do this."

Wang Hao's thoughts turned, and he suddenly looked at the black glove on his left hand.

"Law of Death! The Ten Thousand Spirits Tower actually uses the Law of Death!"

Before coming to Xuanling Continent, Wang Hao had killed a cultivator of the Feiling Clan and obtained the Spiritual Pupil of the Phoenix from him. This Spiritual Pupil can cast the Soul-Destroying Divine Light, which also involves the Law of Death.

"The place where the Phoenix sat should be controlled by Yan Nantian, and he got something more valuable than the Immortal Spiritual Pupil from it, otherwise he would never be able to cast such a profound Law of Death."

Wang Hao suddenly realized that everything could be explained, otherwise why would an ancestor of the Five Lights Clan practice the irrelevant Law of Death?

As his thoughts turned, all the Saints had sat down, and Yan Nantian also announced that the sermon had begun, and a passage of unclear scriptures came out of his mouth slowly.

When Wang Hao heard it, his brows furrowed, as if he had heard something, and as if he had heard nothing, like a dream, quite mysterious and profound.

"Is this a Mahayana cultivator?" Just as Wang Hao was about to use the bodhi seeds to improve his comprehension, he heard several strange noises around him. He turned around and saw that Jiang Ming and his companions had indeed touched the restrictions around them one after another and were teleported away by a spiritual light.

Obviously, they all went to the Five-Colored Holy Land. Except for the four people from the Fire Phoenix Clan, most of the saints and saints made the same choice. Hundreds of spiritual lights flashed together, and the field was instantly empty.

These teleportation devices are not just for their convenience to explore the holy land, but a kind of protection device to prevent someone from hearing the profound Taoism and disturbing their Taoism.

Once someone's magic power is chaotic, these restrictions will be triggered automatically and teleport them to the Five-Colored Holy Land, but most people choose to trigger them actively.

"Haha, is this a choice to hand in a blank paper? The Five-Colored Holy Land is boundless, so what if it's just a few days in the morning?"

Wang Hao snorted lightly. Even though he had made the choice long ago, he was still shocked by this scene.

What shocked him was that these people didn't know how to appreciate their blessings. If the human race had a Mahayana monk preaching, even if they died of demonic possession, many people would choose to persist.

"No wonder you need to transform into a human form before becoming an immortal. The human race still has a huge advantage in some aspects!"