"The divine coercion actually possesses some of the characteristics of the fourth-level divine realm of immortality."
Jiang Qian sensed the changes in Yin Shen, and his eyes were full of excitement.
This change is very intuitive, Yinshen completed a sublimation in an instant.
If calculated in terms of realm, it is equivalent to the Yin Shen directly transforming three times.
Starting from the seventh-level Yin Shen realm, every time a level is exceeded, the Yin Shen will undergo a transformation.
In the sixth-grade Purple Mansion realm, a sea of Qi will be born in the body of the Yin God, which will connect to the Purple Mansion space and serve as the foundation of Taoism and the source of mana.
At the fifth level of manifesting the Holy Realm, the Yin God's body will have a Dharma vein, which will communicate with the heaven and earth, and transform the heaven and earth's inspiration into Taoist magic power.
In the fourth level of divine power realm, acupuncture points are opened in the body of the Yin God, drawing the power of the stars in the sky to form a realm of divine power, with boundless power.
When the third-level ghost fairyland breaks through the barrier of life and death, the Yin God becomes like a real person and can exist independently from the physical body.
It can even refine the power of heaven and earth, condense the priesthood, turn it into a god, open up a divine domain, and live a thousand years.
It can be said that the practice of immortality is to absorb the inspiration of heaven and earth, constantly temper the soul, transform the soul, and finally turn it into a pure Yang spirit, prove to be a true immortal, and live forever.
As the Yinshen transformed, the "Qianyuan Tianjing" also changed accordingly.
"Although the Dao Xing has changed, it hasn't actually increased much, but the magic power has been purified a thousand times, and the combat effectiveness has been greatly increased!"
Giangan felt the changes and had a strange look on his face.
It can be said that, except for the battery life, he is not inferior to the real fourth-grade divine power realm experts.
As Jiang Gan's enlightenment came to an end, a wave of waves came from the void, and his figure disappeared instantly.
When he appeared again, he was already in a square, down to earth, feeling extremely solid, without any illusion, which was very strange.
There are hundreds of arenas suspended in the sky above the square. Each arena has four divine pillars standing tall, exuding awe-inspiring power.
In every arena, there were people fighting, and all kinds of strange Taoist techniques and strange magical weapons opened Jiang Gan's eyes.
Looking up, I saw a dense crowd crowded around the arena, and many people could feel the slightest trace of evil energy on their bodies.
Obviously, they had experienced fierce fighting not long ago, and everyone was experienced in many battles.
"Okay! The breakthrough in cultivation is too fast. I just want to take advantage of the inner sect competition to hone my practical experience."
Jiang Gan felt the solemn atmosphere in the field. Not only did he not feel any pressure, he also wanted to take the opportunity to make up for his shortcomings in actual combat.
While Jiang Qian was thinking, various comments kept coming to his ears.
"It's so exciting. Countless strong men gather together and fight constantly. The fierceness of the battle is simply beyond imagination and wonderful!"
"Yeah, I never knew that the seventh-level Yin Shen realm could be so powerful! In just one thought, countless Taoist techniques bombarded me, it's so terrifying!"
"For the inner disciples, this competition can be said to be the beginning of hell. Those deacons, direct disciples, and true disciples, even if they suppress the realm, are far from what the inner disciples can contend with."
"It's tragic, it's really tragic. To win a hundred games in a row is really an astonishing thing. It requires an extremely talented person."
"As one of the nine true legends of the Dao Palace, Fairy Yuyan only won sixteen games in a row before she ran out of mana and had to take a rest."
"Hehe! I heard that Fairy Yuyan was targeted, and those who challenged her in the end were all general deacons who have been in the fourth-level divine realm of immortality for many years. It's already amazing that Fairy Yuyan can win consecutively!"
"Not only Fairy Yuyan, but also the other true disciples were targeted. The most unlucky one was the true disciple of Xuanji, who was defeated by a chief deacon in the ninth battle."
One after another, the sounds of discussion reached Jiang Qian's ears one after another.
Jiang Qian secretly remembered all of this in his heart, and his thoughts turned quickly as he analyzed the information he heard.
The nine true legends have all been targeted. It seems that what Fat Senior Brother said is true.
This inner sect competition contains great opportunities, and even the theory of the Holy Son is not groundless.
The stronger one is, the easier it is to be targeted, while the weaker one cannot win hundreds of games in a row and stand out, which is simply unsolvable!
Thinking of this, Jiang Gan's eyes flashed with light.
This situation is exactly what he wants. Only by fighting against strong men can he stimulate his own potential.
At this moment, on the arena in front, a young Taoist priest was blasted out of the arena by a mid-level Taoist spell and fell to the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.
The middle-aged Taoist on the ring, after knocking the young Taoist out of the ring, turned into a stream of light, jumped off the ring, and blended into the crowd.
"Inner disciple Zhang Yuan has reached the seventh-level Yin Shen realm and is the best among many inner disciples."
"I once surpassed the ranks and killed a sixth-grade ghost general. His combat power was quite strong. Unexpectedly, he was still unable to maintain a winning streak and failed in the thirteenth game."
"It's a pity. If the rules of the inner sect competition hadn't been changed this time, Zhang Yuan would have had a chance to compete for the top ten in the inner sect."
Many people sighed with regret when they saw the young Taoist Zhang Yuan being knocked off the ring.
"Hmph, it's normal for Zhang Yuan to fail. His opponent is Lu Feng, the Archdeacon of Jinsha County. He is a fifth-level Immortal Realm and is said to have mastered a high-level Taoist technique."
"This guy bullies the weak and fears the strong. He specifically challenges the inner and outer disciples. He has won seventy-nine games in a row. If he continues like this, he will win a hundred games in a row."
Looking at the disappearance of the middle-aged Taoist Lu Feng, many people showed contempt and exposed Lu Feng's true identity.
The internal competition suppressed the realm of all contestants to the seventh-grade Yin Shen realm, which seemed to put everyone in a fairly fair situation.
But those who are at a high level, as well as the elderly, have a mastery and application of Taoism that is far beyond what ordinary inner disciples can match.
Of course, if like Lu Feng, he specifically selects weak players to challenge him, it is not impossible to win hundreds of games in a row.
Seeing that there was no one on the stage, Jiang Gan took a step forward.
At this step, he was so far away that his body appeared naturally on the ring.
Jiang Gan could clearly sense that the divine pillars at the four corners of the arena contained a terrifying wave of power that suppressed all directions.
Once you step onto the ring, you will immediately be enveloped by the mysterious charm emitted by the four divine pillars, forming a unique restrictive barrier.
It is the existence of these prohibitive barriers that keeps everyone's cultivation at the perfect state of the seventh-grade Yin Shen realm.
At this time, Jiang Gan's Yin God was imprinted with dense runes, which diluted his magic power a thousand times, making him the same as an ordinary Yin God realm monk.
These are the rules of the arena. Once violated, there will be many consequences, ranging from being kicked out of the arena to being wiped out.
As soon as Jiang Gan stepped into the ring, he met his first opponent.
It was a burly young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was holding a cyan sword in his hand and looked more like a warrior.
"Li Qing!"
The young man spat out two words directly.
"Dried ginger!"
Jiang Qian found it interesting and replied with two words.