Qingyun Sect, Banshengtian.

As the saying goes, there are twelve blue clouds in the sky, and one blue cloud with one step. The Qingyun Sect does not exist in the world like ordinary sects, nor does it stand on the top of countless mountains like the Xuantian Sect, but has its own universe.

There are twelve heavens and earths in Qingyun Sect from bottom to top, which are called the Twelve Heavens of Qingyun.

Of course, in front of the real Nine Heavens, the Qingyun Twelve Heavens are just some small heavens. And from bottom to top, the first ten heavens and earth are composed of formed continents, and the next two days are made of supreme means.

Hidden in deeper space.

And Banshengtian is the eleventh level of Qingyun Sect!

For half a lifetime, there was nothing but smoke and clouds, except for a medium-sized piece of land floating in it.

Small bridges and flowing water, bamboo forest ponds, the clear moon in the sky and the scorching sun coexist, and the small building on the ground is isolated from the old man. If it weren't for a green cow in the distant grassland making the sound of grazing, then this place would be quiet.

A red-faced old man was sitting on a low wooden pillar next to the pond, holding a fishing rod in his left hand and a fishing bait in his right hand. He stared at the somewhat unique fishing bait in his hand and muttered to himself.

"Ever since Jedi Tiantong, becoming an immortal has become a joke that everyone keeps silent about. No one in our sect wants to become a virtual immortal, so we have all become that bullshit earthly immortal."

"As for me, I am neither a human nor a ghost. Even walking out of Qingyuntian has become a luxury."

The red-faced old man sighed, looking a little unwilling.

"What is the difference between the way of heaven imprisoning us and imprisoning animals? We are all just living in an ignoble way."

"Senior Qinglian, I don't know where you have gone on your road to becoming an immortal." When he said this, the red-faced old man sighed even louder. He looked into the depths of the pond, and a green lotus reflected in his brown pupils.

Come.

Deep in this pond, there is a supreme sword intention that turns into a green lotus

"Breaking the situation, breaking the situation of heaven, it is difficult to break it."

The red-faced old man murmured silently, then he lowered his head to look at the wooden sculpture-shaped fishing bait in his hand, stared at it thoughtfully for a long time, smiled bitterly, put it on the hook, and then threw it into the pond.

"Li Xiulin, apart from the Holy Son of Heavenly Dao, maybe you are the only one who can break this situation."

The wooden sculpture sank into the pond, not even a ripple appeared. It was extremely strange. I didn't know what the red-faced old man was fishing for. And this pond was not like a pond, but more like a strange chessboard, and he lost it.

The bait he laid was his game-breaking chess piece.

"The Holy Son of Heaven"

When the red-faced old man mentioned these four words, he felt extremely fearful, and even his face twitched several times. Only old people like them knew the profound meaning behind these four simple words.

The green cow in the distance suddenly raised its head and looked towards the empty smoke clouds in the distance, chewing fresh grass in its mouth.

The red-faced old man didn't even raise his head, his eyes were still staring at the pond, and he shouted softly: "Old Niu, stop looking, it must be Yunhu Nannizi here."

After hearing the words, the green cow buried its head obediently and continued to eat the green grass on the ground.

"The Immortal Seizing Conference is coming, and the master I promised her will come, and she will definitely come to me." The red-faced old man didn't know whether he was talking to the green cow or to himself.

When talking about Yun Hu's cheap master, the red-faced old man looked a little weird. He stared at the wooden carving bait submerged in the pond and actually cursed himself in his heart.

"I have only one granddaughter."

Then he suddenly thought of something, and a man who looked like an alcoholic appeared in his mind. His expression suddenly turned angry, and he secretly spat.

"Bad boy!"

Sure enough, the smoke and clouds billowed, and a road was opened up in the void that led directly to here, and on top of it, there was a woman walking lightly on lotus steps.

The gauze scarf has been taken off, willow eyebrows and red lips, and a gentle, watery light flows in the blue eyes. Her appearance is even better than the two golden flowers of Xuantianmen.

The bright wrists and jade arms are condensed with frost and snow, and the man with black hair and blue eyes is like the moon. The man wearing a plain skirt is surrounded by mist, and the little smoke clouds are green plums.

Not only that, this woman's temperament is neither as gentle as Deng Yayun's, nor as cold and arrogant as Qingyue's, so arrogant and arrogant. She is gentle, well-behaved and sensible, and has a firm look in her eyes.

She is full of tenderness, but she never shows off her charm to others; she is well-behaved and sensible, but she definitely has her own bottom line in dealing with things.

This woman who came on the light path is naturally Yun Hu, the cheap disciple of the cheap master Li Xiulin.

After getting closer, Yun Hu's soft voice came over.

"grandfather"

As soon as the red-faced old man heard these two words, the resentment in his heart disappeared instantly, and he looked over with doting eyes.

Xuantianmen, Kunpeng Yunzhou, the hundred-foot giant bell hanging in the sky was struck nine times by hundreds of monks. Then the sound of the bell echoed through Xuantianmen, which meant that the ceremony that countless monks were looking forward to officially began!

On the ten thousand-foot Kunpeng Yunzhou, there were thousands of monks flying in the sky. Their spiritual power was slightly emitted, and suddenly the sky above the Kunpeng Yunzhou was filled with brilliant colors, which made people dazzled.

Especially the few aspirant monks of the Xuantian Sect at the front, surrounded by hundreds of feet, their extremely powerful spiritual power formed their unique symbol.

There are shadows of sharp and shocking swords, and there are also shadows of spiritual treasures such as fly whisks, gourds, and cauldrons. The only thing is that those shadows of spiritual swords with different sword intentions are all the aspirant elders of Tianjian Pavilion.

And those phantoms of spiritual treasure magic weapons are just the elders of Wenxuan Pavilion.

And inside it, there was a sword-shaped shadow with the strongest sword intent and the strongest sword light standing proudly. Li Xiulin narrowed his eyes slightly and recognized that this extremely special and powerful sword shadow was Qin Mufeng's destiny a few days ago.

Enlarged version of Spirit Sword.

He looked from a distance and saw Qin Mufeng's figure inside. Not only that, he glanced around and saw dozens of monks who aspired to be crowned standing behind Qin Mufeng.

"Aspiring to be the best in cultivation is really terrifying, and the Xuantianmen's background is so profound that it is unimaginable." Feeling the aura in the distance, Li Xiulin could not help but think this way.

His Nascent Soul cultivation level can be said to be extremely insignificant in today's scene.

To be honest, if he were not on the Kunpeng Yunzhou and could participate in the Immortal Seizing Conference, he would not even be qualified to emit his own spiritual power. You must know that except for people like them, the auras in front of him are emitted.

The lowest level of cultivation is at the early stage of aspiration

Except for the monks above Kunpeng Yunzhou, none of the monks standing above Xuantianmen, even if they were aspirants to the highest level of cultivation, emitted their own aura so blatantly.

There is no other reason. Today’s protagonists are not them, but the geniuses on Kunpeng Yunzhou who fight for Xuantianmen to seize the Immortal Association!

The Kunpeng Yunzhou was filled with light, and the Xuantianmen monks who were seeing them off were like colorful clouds surrounding the Kunpeng Yunzhou. The disciples and monks inside were all filled with envy.

Those who are qualified to come here to participate in the grand ceremony, except for those monks with advanced master level, those junior monks, whose qualifications and spirit are far superior to their peers, naturally have both envy and unwillingness in their pupils.

No one wants to be just a supporting role in this grand ceremony that attracts great attention. This is also the purpose of Xuantianmen's move, to inspire everyone in this way.
Chapter completed!