Mortal Ascension Record

Qian Yuanzong's camp was located, and Qin Tian, ​​who was closing his eyes to rest his mind, felt a chill down his spine for some reason, and suddenly shivered!

As if sensing something, Qin Tian couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction where the Blood Spirit Demon Sect monks were stationed.

But after a moment, Qin Tian turned his head back as if nothing had happened, with a calm expression on his face, but there was a flash of cold light in his eyes!

Just at this moment, a rapid whistling sound of breaking wind suddenly came from the horizon.

Hearing this sound, many people in the venue looked up.

I saw a huge golden disk whizzing towards the horizon. In just a moment, it landed on the desert island. Then the disk quickly shrank, and more than twenty figures were revealed under the convergence of the light.

At the same time, a hearty voice sounded:

"The two fellow Taoists arrived just in time!"

As the words fell, an old Taoist priest dressed in rich clothes, with white beard and hair, holding a whisk, and an immortal style walked straight out of the crowd and saluted where the Qianyuan Sect and the Blood Spirit Demon Sect were stationed.

Upon closer inspection, this person is the city lord of Qianling City who belongs to the Sanxiu Alliance. There is no doubt that he is a Sanren!

Since the Loose Cultivator Alliance exists in the form of a business alliance, it has business dealings with all forces in the Endless Demonic Sea, and even the three major sects of the human race will be more or less generous.

Therefore, Patriarch Yunhong and the Blood Gourd Taoist both returned the favor with gentle expressions on their faces.

The originally depressing atmosphere in the venue was slightly livened up by the arrival of people from the Loose Cultivator Alliance.

But at this moment, the sound of breaking wind sounded again from the horizon.

A giant stick that is more than a hundred feet long and completely black is emitting strong spiritual power fluctuations and speeding towards the deserted island!

And on top of the giant stick holding the sky, there are dozens of figures standing uniformly, all wearing yellow robes.

And the middle-aged monk who was looking ahead was a slovenly, burly man with a wine flask in his hand. Upon closer inspection, he turned out to be the famous Taiyi Sect war idiot: Yuan Zheng!

Seeing this scene, Qin Tian's face suddenly darkened, and he shouted in his heart that it was bad luck, and he quickly hid behind the Qianyuan Sect.

At the same time, the shadow of the sky-holding stick slowly fell in the air, and finally turned into a long black stick, which was held in Yuan Zheng's hand.

After everyone from the Taiyi Sect lowered their bodies, Yuan Zheng couldn't help but subconsciously gear up and look at the people in the field:

"Hey! Old ghost Yunhong of Qianyuan Zong is here? I can't afford to offend him, I can't afford to offend him!

"Why does that bad old man in red robe look familiar? Damn it! It's the old monster with blood gourd! Let's change him!"

"Uh...! Mr. Qianling is here too, but I don't know him the same way!"

So, after some weighing, Master Zhan Chi chose to keep a low profile and led many disciples of the Taiyi Sect to stay where they were.

Just when Yuan Zheng was bored, the corner of his eye accidentally glanced at a familiar figure.

The next moment, Yuan Zheng's face instantly turned livid, his eyes filled with anger and embarrassment, and he was about to explode!

But when he glanced at Master Yun Hong, who was concentrating with his eyes closed, he felt scruples in his heart and had to suppress his anger.

However, Yuan Zheng couldn't swallow his bad breath when he thought of the miserable appearance of his dignified Jindan ancestor, who was deceived by a Qi-refining monk and fled thousands of miles in embarrassment while dragging his seriously injured body.

Then his eyes began to move around wildly, and he began to plot secretly.

After a moment, Yuan Zheng seemed to have thought of something, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he sighed towards a tall and mighty young monk beside him:

"Alas...what a pity!"

The tall young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked puzzled:

"Why is uncle sighing?"

Hearing this, Yuan Zheng's face became even more regretful:

"I thought that our Taiyi sect would be full of talented people, and even talented people like Master Nephew Meng would lead the way, but Qianyuan Sect has Qin Tiantian!"

Hearing this, the young man surnamed Meng showed a look of pride at first. However, after hearing the second half of the sentence, his expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly asked:

"Uncle Master, what do you mean by this? Why do you need to cultivate other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige!"

Yuan Zheng's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, but he said with a long sigh on his face:

"Alas...! Nephew, you don't know. I have heard rumors from the outside world that the young boy named Qin Tian is already arrogant and arrogant. Ever since he won the first place in the Qianyuan Sect competition, he has become even more so. He is so arrogant that he even publicly threatened to beat up the younger disciples of my Taiyi Sect with ease!"

As soon as these words came out, many disciples of the Taiyi Sect around them were filled with indignation. They stood up with a "soar" sound and their movements were uniform. The leading young man named Meng's face turned red and he shouted softly:

"What a ignorant boy. I must teach him a lesson this time when I enter the secret realm!"

Many Taiyi Sect disciples around were also furious and shouted:

"Senior Brother Meng is right, get him!"

"After everyone enters the secret realm, if you find any trace of that kid, remember to notify him with the telegraph message!"

"If I don't give him a good beating, it's hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

"Let that kid understand that there is a world outside the world!"

"Come together and kill him!"

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Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Yuan Zheng couldn't help but flash a sinister smile in his eyes, but his face pretended to be "righteous and awe-inspiring" and he repeatedly ordered:

"You bastards, please don't mess around. The Qianyuan Sect is in alliance with my Taiyi Sect, so don't cause trouble!"

Hearing this, the young man named Meng geared up and said with a ferocious smile:

"Uncle Master, rest assured. I know my limits. I won't hurt his life. But it is necessary to let that kid lie down for a year or two!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a chorus of echoes around!

Seeing this, Yuan Zheng finally put his mind at ease. There was a cunning look in his eyes, and he sneered in his heart:

"Hehe! These bastards wanted to fight with others. I didn't instruct them. The master can't blame me afterwards!"

Just at this moment, Qin Tian, ​​who was resting with his eyes closed not far away, felt a chill on his back again and shuddered suddenly.

Qin Tian, ​​who woke up, didn't know why, but he always had an ominous premonition in his heart...

As time passed, it was soon late at night.

The salty and humid sea breeze blew slowly, and the cold moonlight sprinkled on the sea. The sea around the deserted island was calm.

The four major forces of the human race were stationed on the deserted island. There was not much communication. They were all doing their own things, waiting for the secret realm to open.

However, in the second half of the night, a strange scene suddenly appeared on the calm sea outside the deserted island.

Huge waves rose up on the sea surface without wind, and then the sea water began to swirl rapidly. In just a blink of an eye, a huge whirlpool with no bottom was formed!

Disturbed by this movement, people from all major forces stood up at the same time, all looking at the shocking scene on the sea surface!