Yuan Ming's originally worried heart finally relaxed a little after hearing that Mu Daoren came forward.
"Mingyue Palace is the largest soul cultivation sect in Izumo. If you can become a disciple, it will definitely be of great benefit to your future cultivation. You don't have to come back in a hurry. I have nothing to do here for the time being, so you can practice with peace of mind."
Yuan Ming smiled, feeling sincerely happy for Xiying.
"I have never forgotten what I promised you before. It's just that Mingyue Palace is very strict with me. I'm afraid I still need to spend some time to find a way to teach you the eighth level of Ming Yue Jue." Xiying's eyebrows were curved,
Said with a smile.
Yuan Ming waved his hand, indicating that she didn't have to worry too much: "I want to focus all my attention on breaking through the Mahayana at the moment, and I can't take care of the cultivation of soul and body for the time being. Even if you give me the formula, I can't tell much about it.
Come and study together.”
"Then do what you want. If you need anything, just tell me." Hearing this, Xiying nodded decisively.
The two chatted for a while and then ended the communication.
Yuan Ming stood in the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, looking at the floating clouds in the sky, his thoughts swirling in his heart, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
…
Three days later.
The opening ceremony of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance was held grandly in the majestic and spectacular Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance Hall in the center of Baidi City.
Yuan Ming, the newly appointed leader of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, slowly walked up the jade-paved steps to the main hall under the attention of all the monks.
When he sat on the main seat that symbolized the position of leader, the atmosphere in the entire hall instantly became solemn and solemn.
Under his head, eighteen city lords stood in two rows. After Yuan Ming took his seat, they all turned around and bowed deeply to him.
"Welcome to the Alliance Leader!"
They shouted in unison, and their sound echoed in the hall like thunder, flying over the towering eaves and flying out of the hall, shaking the whole world.
Although they are not physically present at this moment, those who can come here to watch the ceremony will naturally know the weight and significance of these people gathered here.
Yuan Ming glanced at the city lords, then looked at everyone present, and calmly announced: "From today on, the nineteen cities of ten thousand monsters will work together to create an immortal alliance, guard ten thousand monsters, suppress all demons, and work for
The human barrier is the Izumo barrier."
His voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present with great clarity, like gold and stone hitting the ground, sonorous and powerful.
Hearing this, the eighteen city lords shouted again: "The alliance leader is righteous, and we will work together to be a barrier for the human race and a barrier for Izumo!"
Their voices intertwined with Yuan Ming's words, forming a powerful air current that surged in the hall.
This airflow seemed to carry a magical power, making everyone present feel excited and excited.
"A barrier for the human race, a barrier for Izumo!"
"A barrier for the human race, a barrier for Izumo!"
"A barrier for the human race, a barrier for Izumo!"
The Void Returning monks from the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance also echoed, and their voices converged into a torrent, surging like ocean waves, and spread throughout the entire city in an instant.
When the other monks in Baidi City heard this voice, they were even more excited. They walked out of their caves one after another and came to the street. They looked up at the majestic hall, and their hearts were filled with respect and pride.
At this moment, everyone's voices turned into earth-shattering shouts: "May the Immortal Alliance prosper forever, and may Izumo prosper forever!"
This howling sound swept through the entire Baidi City like a violent storm, and even the distant mountains seemed to tremble at the sound.
The representatives of the forces who came to watch the ceremony felt the aura of fanaticism rushing towards them, and their hearts could not help but change slightly.
Some of them were secretly shocked and lamented the cohesion and influence of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, while others scorned it and thought it was just the blind fanaticism of a mob.
But no matter what, on this occasion, no one dared to speak out against it.
Even if it is just a voice of doubt, I am afraid that it will be drowned by this fanatical atmosphere and attacked by other people.
Not long after, the ceremony announcing the establishment of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance ended.
All major forces stepped forward one after another and presented the congratulatory gifts that had been prepared.
These gifts may be precious or strange, and they all demonstrate the goodwill and respect of the various forces towards the establishment of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance.
The order of giving gifts is in order of strength.
The first ones to appear were just some forces with only one or two Dharma ministers in charge.
Although their congratulatory gifts are not particularly outstanding, they are all quite thoughtful.
Yuan Ming didn't pay much attention to their congratulatory gifts. His eyes were always focused on the Qingping swordsman not far away.
The slender man in a green gown had been keeping his eyes closed since the beginning, seemingly not paying much attention to everything around him.
His presence is like a breath of fresh air, which is particularly eye-catching in this noisy hall.
At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from below, causing Yuan Ming to turn his eyes and look over.
"In the Far East Sea, Dongji Palace, congratulates on the establishment of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, and presents three hundred thousand-year elixirs. May the Immortal Alliance prosper forever, and may the clouds be prosperous forever."
In the main hall, Huangfu Jue respectfully said words of congratulations, and at the same time handed a jade box to the hand of Wang Fulong, who was responsible for receiving the congratulations.
After so many years, Huangfu Jue still has not broken through to the realm of Dharma. His cultivation is not even on the stage in the main hall, and he is not qualified to sit with Dharma representatives sent by other forces.
After Huangfu Jue, representatives from Luojia Mountain and Bilongtan also stepped forward to offer gifts.
Yuan Ming looked at them and found that they were not very familiar, so he didn't pay attention.
In his heart, he was always thinking of the Qing Ping swordsman who closed his eyes and meditated.
Huangfu Jue never dared to look up at Yuan Ming.
His heart was full of anxiety and regret, for fear of reminding Yuan Ming of what happened in the Far East Sea.
After all, in terms of geographical location, the Far East Sea is adjacent to the Ten Thousand Demons Mountains. With the current size of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, it can easily crush the three major forces in the Far East Sea with just a finger.
If Yuan Ming gets angry when he thinks of his revenge, the three major forces will be in danger.
But since the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance was established, they had to come, otherwise they would be seeking death.
Huangfu Jue sat in his seat, and the scene when he saw Yuan Ming kept replaying in his mind. He felt uneasy, regretful, mixed with envy and jealousy.
At the top, Yuan Ming quickly looked away from Qingping Swordsman.
With his current cultivation and status, he no longer cares about petty troubles like this in the Far East Sea.
Speaking of what happened back then, he actually took advantage of it.
What's more, his current enemies are no longer at the level of the early Dharma phase. If he continues to argue with these small forces, it will make his situation too small.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, most of the forces that came to watch the ceremony have finished presenting their gifts. Only the three top forces, Taixuan Sect, Mingyue Palace and Tiansheng Academy, have not yet made any move.
A white-haired old man was sent from Tiansheng Academy. Seeing everyone's attention gathered, he coughed lightly and was about to get up.
"Wait a minute." At this moment, Swordsman Qingping, who had been closing his eyes to rest, suddenly spoke. He slowly opened his eyes and looked directly at Yuan Ming.
He held the sword with one hand, his posture was straight, he stood up slowly, cupped his hands towards Yuan Ming and said: "I heard that Fellow Daoist Yuan is very powerful and his swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, but Qing Ping is not talented. I would like to use the sword in my hand to ask Fellow Daoist Yuan for tips. I wonder if I can give him a favor?
"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole hall was in an uproar.
Everyone looked at Yuan Ming with different expressions, looking forward to his response.
Yuan Ming smiled slightly and stood up unhurriedly, with a hint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes: "How dare Yuan refuse to accept the invitation from fellow Taoist Qingping?"
The two people's eyes met, and sparks seemed to fly.
The next moment, their figures disappeared out of thin air almost simultaneously, leaving only an afterimage in place.
Outside the main hall, there were suddenly several deafening explosions.
Everyone hurriedly walked out of the hall and saw countless trees and vines emerging from the sky in the distance, like giant dragons tumbling in the air, trying to cover the entire sky.
And under the vines, thousands of sword lights shot up backwards, like meteors streaking across the sky. Wherever they went, the vines were instantly cut off, turning into dots of green light and dissipating in the air.
Red and green auras circled in the air, turning into countless spells and falling like raindrops.
And those thousands of sword lights converged into a huge green light sword, and it slashed head-on.
In just a few breaths, Yuan Ming and Qing Ping Swordsman exchanged blows.
The aftermath of their battle spread out, causing the void within a hundred miles radius to tremble, and the aura within a hundred feet around them was so overwhelming that even the powerful Dharma masters around them did not dare to come even close.
The aura and sword light all over the sky were intertwined, making it dazzling and even their figures could not be seen clearly.
Everyone can only deduce the development of the situation through the traces of the fight and the characteristics of the moves.
As time goes by, the sun in the sky gradually sets in the west, and dusk comes quietly.
The originally anxious battle situation suddenly changed.
There was only a loud noise, and the sword light in the sky instantly disappeared without a trace, as if the victory or defeat had been decided.
Immediately afterwards, the figures of Yuan Ming and Qingping Swordsman appeared in front of everyone again.
Although Yuan Ming's clothes were somewhat damaged, his body was still as tall as a pine tree. On the other hand, Qing Ping Swordsman's breath was disordered, and there was a faint trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
He saluted Yuan Ming and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I lost."
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar again.
Everyone's eyes widened and they couldn't believe their ears.
Qingping Swordsman's reputation is astonishing in the world of immortals. After he reached the peak of Dharma cultivation, he challenged various major sects on his own and challenged the world of swordsmanship, rarely losing.
However, today, at the opening ceremony of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, the myth of invincibility was finally shattered.
Although everyone did not witness every detail of the battle, the result alone was enough to explain everything.
That night, representatives of the major forces sent messages to the sect one after another, describing in detail the shocking scenes that took place at the ceremony.
At the end of the interrogation, they all added the following sentence -
"The first person under the Mahayana, Yuan Ming, deserves the title!"
