After the greetings, Chen Fan looked at Song Qianxue again with a subtle expression and asked: "Miss Song, I wonder where you got the token and was transported here?"
Song Qianxue smiled bitterly and nodded: "I was transported here from the Southern Territory Sect. Not only me, but all the seniors and juniors who came here are also from different places on the mainland..."
"They are found in all major domains and even the Sea of Chaos..."
Chen Fan also raised his eyebrows slightly, but he was not surprised by this result.
That token should be a special item similar to a golden sword, with the ability to move over long distances.
It can even travel through ordinary space barriers.
And at this moment, along with a flickering phantom light, another figure appeared in front of everyone.
"Someone is here again! So fast?!"
A young man with short green hair and a single horn on his forehead suddenly appeared in the middle of the hall.
He has a cold and domineering aura about him, which also scares away the people around him.
Chen Fan's eyes flashed with a faint light.
He couldn't see through the strength of the people. There were originally three, but now there was one more.
And he was the one who put the greatest pressure on Chen Fan.
"This guy must be at least a feudal lord, or even higher..."
Chen Fan licked his lips.
And with the arrival of this person.
Everyone around had different expressions and started talking excitedly.
"Two people came on the same day?!"
"Great, with two more people, the assessment can begin, and we can finally leave this hellish place!"
More than twenty people gathered together and expressed their opinions, which naturally led to chaos.
At this moment, a cold snort containing anger and impatience sounded.
"Noisy."
Everyone turned pale and turned around in shock
The people who were still in high spirits and talking about it just now all looked pale, as if they had been severely injured.
The one who made the sound was the young man who had just arrived.
The young man's sharp gaze swept over everyone.
What he said casually was that for those who were too weak, there was a terrifying pressure like a mountain and an abyss.
And Chen Fan even licked his mouth.
It is precisely because Chen Fan himself has reached this level of strength that he knows better how big the difference in strength is between different levels of Changsheng.
As the young man's voice fell, the others looked silent.
Several immortals did not dare to say anything casually.
Only the old man with squinting eyes smiled and shook his head, looking at him:
"Why is King Haoyan so angry? It is our fate that we can all get together... These little friends are just talking about a few words..."
The young man's eyes focused on the old man, and his pupils shrank slightly:
"Is it you, the devil?!"
Judging from the conversation between the two...the two actually knew each other!
When he heard the old man's address to the young man, Chen Fan's expression also shrank slightly.
How could Chen Fan not be clear about the concept represented by the three words "Haoyan King"?
"The King-Sealing Master..."
He couldn't help but lick his lips.
Looking at the uneven strength of these people, he thought that even if there were a few people whose cultivation he could not discern, their strength would not be too strong.
But the old man's title made Chen Fan feel subtle.
In fact, besides Chen Fan, there were two other people whose expressions changed differently when they heard the word "王".
A middle-aged woman with a plain appearance wearing gray clothes and a gray cloth cap on her head, she looked like a nun.
The other one was a young man with a sallow face, and he was also the third person whose cultivation Chen Fan couldn't see through.
This also shows that these three people are at least the sixth level of immortality.
Others did not respond to the title "King", including several other Changshengsheng, who seemed to not know what this title meant.
In the era before the emergence of hidden sects, not to mention various kings in the secular dynasty, some powerful demon clans, as long as they had the tenth level, would be called demon kings.
Those who have not reached a certain level of strength and have insufficient vision will naturally not know what it means to be crowned king in the higher realm of the sixth level of immortality.
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Thoughts swirled in his mind, the young man was called the King of Haoyan, and the old man did not show any sign of weakness or fear when communicating with him. Nine times out of ten, he was a master at the same level as him.
He couldn't help but look at the old man a few more times.
"Hmph!" The King of Haoyan glanced at the old Taoist priest coldly, but then turned to look at the crowd aside: "Someone, please tell me clearly, where is this place?"
His attitude was extremely bad, but given his strength, among the people present, there was no one who dared to offend him.
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The remaining two people did not make Chen Fan and others wait too long.
A month later, the second to last person arrived, but this person was only a tenth-level warrior.
As others arrived, the last person also arrived on the same day.
"This kind of time frequency... I'm afraid this 'Haofang' Immortal will scatter a lot of token tokens... This kind of assessment will also be carried out frequently."
Chen Fan guessed that the assessment of the "Haofang" immortals should be similar to the "Kunwu Secret Realm", which is also a special mechanism to create crises and give treasures to cultivate geniuses.
"The change in Immortal Haofang's mentality may be due to the catastrophe and his desire to cultivate more geniuses..."
If the catastrophe cannot be prevented, ninety-nine percent of life in this world will be cut off.
If you really cherish the lives of others, you should try your best to contribute more to the world.
And this was the last person to arrive, but he was also a young man.
It's just that unlike the previous King of Haoyan, this young man's aura is quite weak.
He is not even a master, only the sixth level of martial arts.
Before his arrival, the weakest person present was also at the seventh level of martial arts, with the strength of a master.
However, although he was weak, the young man's face showed no trace of fear. Instead, he opened his eyes wide and looked at everyone with curiosity.
As the saying goes, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. It is precisely because they are weak, know and understand little that they can maintain this attitude.
Chen Fan's eyes flashed:
"No matter what changes happen after everyone comes together, since there is no restriction on the strength of the person who gets it, it means that there must be restrictions...otherwise the setting of so many tokens will be meaningless."
At this moment, among the nineteen people including Chen Fan, there are only nine who are immortal or above. Among the other ten, there are grandmasters, tenth level, and seventh level below.
It is naturally impossible for people with such complex abilities to simply compete in strength.
At this moment, the tokens on everyone's body started to flicker with auras, and then suddenly gathered together to form an extremely huge long sword.
As the long knife condensed and formed, it suddenly fell to the ground.
Golden light blooms.
The earth roared and trembled, but it was separated to both sides with the golden sword.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge crack that was hundreds of feet wide, bottomless, and still spreading into the distance...
The roar lasted for perhaps dozens of breaths before slowly stopping.
Looking at the dark rift valley that could not be seen to the bottom in front of him, Chen Fan also twitched the corner of his mouth.
The ground in the main hall here is extremely hard, and even Chen Fan would find it difficult to damage the ground.
Of course, rather than saying that the rift in front of you was cut open, it would be better to say that some kind of special mechanism or restriction was triggered and it was automatically divided.
But no matter what, this almost miraculous scene is something that even the king-conferring masters will never be able to achieve.
Only true immortals can do this.
As the rift roars to a standstill.
The tokens covering everyone's bodies were emitting crystal light, enveloping everyone, as if meteors were flying into a dark rift.
At a terrifying speed that Chen Fan could not match, he instantly rushed into the dark and boundless abyss.
As if experiencing space travel again, the change of perspective stopped in the blink of an eye, but Chen Fan found that he seemed to have entered another world.
When the light stopped, everyone came to a spacious hall.
Underfoot are jade bricks as clear as crystal.
There is no dome in the main hall, and there is a bright and clear sky above the head. The huge bright moon hangs high in the sky, emitting bright but not dazzling light.
There are still white clouds surrounding the bright moon.
Seeing this scene, Chen Fan had a vague illusion. Had he really entered the rift?