At this time, the Triumph Conference has reached its climax, and many powerful Taoists have shown their magical powers and used all the means to suppress the situation.
Guangchengzi was exhausted physically and mentally, so he gave up the fight directly. The other Chanjiao disciples knew that their realm was insufficient, so they simply followed Guangchengzi and left Penglai.
After Manjusri received the innate spiritual treasure, his decadent and exhausted appearance disappeared instantly, and he immediately participated in the battle enthusiastically.
He sings loudly and advances, looks at everything he wants, and takes the top spot in every test. No one can surpass him.
The inherited memory awarded by Nuwa contains many spells about refining the Tao.
In comparison, Nuwa was already a peak expert in the eighth level of Tao refining, and her mastery of Tao refining techniques reached its peak, which made Manjusri feel quite eye-opening in the process of enlightenment.
"You are worthy of being a saint. Just the little leftovers flowing out from the fingers have made me feel a lot benefited." Manjusri's eyes flickered, looking into the distance, and he admired Nuwa's achievements more and more.
As the difficulty of the test levels continues to increase, the number of eliminated strong players continues to decrease, and the rewards are becoming more and more abundant.
Spell inheritance, refining methods, spiritual veins, resources, beast herds, and even a few innate spiritual fruits.
In the days that followed, Manjusri continued to improve himself, provided insights into the Tao of Refining, and actively stimulated Linglong's heart to comprehend the inheritance, and his realm progressed by leaps and bounds.
He has outstanding strength, outstanding talents, and is the best in Taoist refining. He always holds the first place in the subsequent tests, and he is fierce and majestic.
The name of Manjushri Bodhisattva has fermented with victory and spread throughout the world.
Deep in the vast sea of clouds, endless brilliance circulates and contends.
Hundreds of thousands of creatures gathered in the East China Sea, looking at that figure like stars holding the moon.
Manjusri was wearing a plain robe, his expression was calm, without any disturbance, and he slowly retracted his hands.
Everyone's eyes were filled with shock, staring at the rankings floating in the blue sea.
The radiance of the channel is deep and mysterious, revealing the names of hundreds of people participating in the triumphal assembly.
At this time, the name of Manjusri flashed brightly at the top of the list.
"It's amazing. Manjushri Bodhisattva has come out on top thirteen times in a row. Such attainments in the Taoist realm are at least the seventh level of heaven."
"Looking at his calm and graceful appearance, he may not have used his full strength now, but the subsequent competition will definitely be more exciting."
"Do you think Manjusri will always advance bravely, kill all of Penglai, and become the final winner?"
At this time, Manjusri once again won the victory. He closed his eyes and rested his mind, adjusting his breath and consuming most of his spiritual power.
The green lion obediently came over, holding a moth that kept flapping its wings.
After crushing the moth, the latest information about the Triumph Conference suddenly filled the back of my mind.
The Tao-refining creatures that can always keep up with the team are basically at the sixth level of heaven. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that there are some who are particularly lucky but extremely weak in strength.
Of course, the weak ones here are at least above the Golden Immortal realm. The talented rookies like those Spirit Immortals and True Immortals have been eliminated in the initial stage.
There were hundreds of thousands of creatures who initially participated in this prosperous age, but 80% of them came from the East, and the rest were Buddhist and Beiming disciples. They had received formal training, and all of them had the inheritance of corresponding sects.<
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Manjusri looked at the detailed channel records and felt pressure suddenly rise in his heart.
"In the information recorded by the moth, there are hundreds of genius seeds with great potential. Most of them are leaders in the battle to reach the sky. Some are not too eye-catching now, but in the calamity of the journey to the west, they are as fast as the rising sun.
Rise up, and some achieve the realm of the eighth heaven during the Gaoge era, with infinite scenery."
"Heroes are made in troubled times. Every time the Triumph Conference is held, the number of middle-level refining experts will increase by 30%. It seems that the rumored Zihui Saint will be born soon, or has already been born, but he has not been discovered.
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"According to my current strength, I can easily get into the top ten of this year, but if I want to get the final glory, I have to be at least the top three. It's difficult."
Manjusri's thoughts were disturbed, and the light of wisdom was rushing in his mind for a long time, making him feel dizzy.
"My most powerful methods are water refining, light refining and flower refining. If the final test questions do not deviate from these three directions, there is a high probability of coming out on top. But if it tests other refining directions, it will be a bit difficult.
Supported."
Wow~
The huge waves in the East China Sea were surging into the sky. Qiong Ming and Ying Li rode the waves, leading dozens of female dragons to Penglai to watch the competition.
Outside the field, there was a commotion of discussion. Many strong men showed off their magical powers, either creating a lotus platform, crossing one's legs on a cloud bed, or emerging from the void. They were waiting for the competition to begin and were communicating with each other in low voices.
Qiong Ming also participated in the Triumph Conference, but at the 16th level, he was ruthlessly eliminated due to insufficient realm. He was even seriously injured, causing his realm to regress.
Now, with the help of Ying Li, Qiong Ming has recovered from his injuries and followed the princess to Penglai again.
Most of the hundreds of thousands of creatures watching the battle are casual cultivators without foundation or support. In front of such a behemoth as the East China Sea Dragon Clan, they are as insignificant as an ant facing a lion.
"Hey, it's really strange. This person is obviously not a dragon, so why is he wearing a gilded robe unique to his descendants?"
"Keep your voice down, this is a powerful Golden Immortal with a strong aura. He must be Princess Ying Li's confidant."
"What's all the fuss about? The East China Sea has now opened its gates to accept creatures from all over the world. It's not the first time that a foreigner like this joins a direct sect..."
"Look, it's the Jiuying Great Sage from Beiming. He also brings his favorite heir, Zidu."
Beiming and the Dragon Clan have always been like fire and water.
Back then, the Monster Clan was so powerful that it controlled the sky. In order to stand in the whirlpool, the Dragon Clan defected to the whole clan and was well cared for by Emperor Jun. However, in the final battle, they resolutely chose to escape, and now they are promoting the merits of Heavenly Court.
Working for Haotian An, various acts of betrayal made several great saints hate him to the core.
Because of this, the situation of the Beihai Dragon Clan is particularly desolate. They are being crazily encroached and suppressed by the demon clan, and they have become so exhausted that it is difficult to breathe.
"Hahaha, it turns out to be waste from the East China Sea."
"Why are you coming here with such a big fanfare? Are you just going to sit back and watch how your General Luochun fails?"
"It's useless. The dragon clan's bastards are all trash. If you leave early, you can save some face."
The powerful men led by the Jiuying tribe were full of cynicism as soon as they opened their mouths.
When Ying Li heard this, his face suddenly turned red with anger, but he didn't have the courage to refute, so he simply turned his head and ignored it.
"Haha, they are all cowards." Zidu snorted disdainfully.
At this time, Qiong Ming lowered his head deeply and did not have the courage to look at the demons of Beiming.
He clenched his fists silently, wanting to rush out and fight these old guys, but he never mustered up the courage.
"Princess, what should we do?" Qiong Ming said through gritted teeth, with a burning fire in his heart.
For some unknown reason, after experiencing the erosion of the Hualong Pond, his blood and thoughts were moving closer to the Dragon Clan.
According to his past personality, he would have been completely indifferent to such ridicule, but now it is a bit difficult to accept it, and he wishes he could eat the Jiuying Patriarch and then die.
"We have no other choice but to be patient." Ying Li's tone was full of regret, and he tried his best to keep his expression calm.
The current power of the Dragon Clan has just begun to show some improvement, but trying to compete with those Beimings is like hitting an egg against a stone.
"Qiong Ming, Ancestor Ying Long once told us that only by rarely staying lonely can we go further. Don't drag the entire dragon clan down because of your anger."
"Yes!"
At the same time, the Beiming faction.
Ancestor Jiu Ying smiled while tasting the fruit, looking at the turbulent Peng Lai Fairy Island in the distance, nodding his head repeatedly.
Zidu looked at Beiming's genius who was constantly retreating, and couldn't help sighing: "It seems that the old clan is a little bit tired."
"Hey, hey, silly boy, we are just here to broaden our horizons. There is no chance of winning. Lutai has been able to persist until now, and it is already the end of his power." Jiuying waved his hand disapprovingly, and then continued chatting and laughing with Bai Ze next to him.<
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Seeing Zidu's puzzled look, Bai Ze gently swung his feather fan and explained gently.
"Zidu, the demon clan focuses on attacking, and the wizard focuses on the body. The concept and development direction of the race have been destined. It is difficult for us to achieve anything in the refining path. Lutai is only the realm of the sixth heaven of refining. It is already
Beiming is a genius, which shows how weak his accumulation in this area is."
"So, I led you to the East China Sea because I hope that future generations can witness how ordinary the situation of the demon tribe is among the many famous sects, so that you can learn to restrain your sharpness and move forward without hesitation."
"What, it's like this?" Zidu was shocked. After a few breaths, he quickly realized that in the Demon Court reenactment, he suffered setbacks one after another, and his character has become extremely strong.
Looking at the blooming Penglai, he couldn't help but murmured in a daze: "The rise of the demon clan has a long way to go."
At this time, Bai Ze's eyes flickered, he flicked his fingers, and a massive amount of information came to him leisurely.
He kept beating his fingertips, picking and choosing among the vast sea of information, looking for the information he needed.
"Manjushri Bodhisattva is really powerful. He actually stole all the innate spiritual treasures from Guangchengzi. If I read it correctly, he must have inspired others to follow."
"You're right." Jiuying narrowed his eyes thoughtfully and looked at the existence that attracted everyone's attention. "It seems that the harvest in Manjusri's Demon Court is several times richer than we imagined. You
Looking at these green silk ribbons floating on the sea, they are obviously the remaining aura of Chunhui."
"However, the subsequent competition will be exciting. Hundreds of strong people compete on the same stage. Except for the first place, all of them are eliminated. I can already smell the bloody atmosphere." Jiuying's eyes are full of anticipation, and he rubs his hands excitedly.
Suddenly, Zidu, who had been observing the battle, exclaimed.
"Something is going wrong. Lutai is in the same group as Luo Chun. We are going to be slapped in the face."