"In the past few days, I will first practice the outline of my consciousness, and then input my own memory into it."
"After all, it's about spiritual consciousness. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me," Xu Zimo said.
In fact, he himself also practiced the outer body, but he was different from Wu Zhaodi.
The other party is cultivating pure consciousness, while he is cultivating the complete outer body.
As for the candidates for the body, they were actually prepared a long time ago.
When he went to the Eternal Continent before, he borrowed a body, and now it is placed in the Shenzhou Continent.
It just comes in handy now.
The defense of Tianluan Immortal Palace was not strict this time. After the two passed through the gate, they didn't meet many disciples along the way.
Perhaps it is the only Miyun Mountain in the Immortal Palace. The mountain is dangerous and covered with snow all year round, making it difficult for ordinary people to climb up.
Maybe it was a disciple competition, and most people went to watch the competition. In short, the two of them had a safe journey.
"I'm looking for someone," Wu Zhaodi said after walking halfway.
She took out a boneless goldfish from the ring and crushed it into pieces.
"Grandpa Wang is a fish spirit practitioner. The fish bones he left for me can be felt no matter where I am by crushing them," Wu Zhaodi said.
"After my mother was killed and I fell into despair, Grandpa Wang was the only person who protected me."
Not long after Wu Zhaodi's voice fell, a figure was seen coming quickly from not far away, as if riding the wind and breaking waves.
In an instant, the old man's figure came to the two of them with a powerful momentum.
"You are crazy, how dare you come to Tianluan Immortal Palace," the old man said in horror without asking any more questions.
"I'll send you away."
"Grandpa Wang, please don't get excited yet," Wu Zhaodi said with a smile.
"I can come, so I'm not afraid of them."
Grandpa Wang glanced at Wu Zhaodi in surprise, making sure that she was not being controlled or had her body taken away.
Then he looked at Xu Zimo.
"The boy who drifted over from Panhai?"
When Xu Zimo floated from Fanhai to Fanhai Village on a leaf, Grandpa Wang was with Wu Zhaodi, so he had naturally seen him.
"Tell me, what can you do?" Grandpa Wang took the two of them to a remote place and asked.
"We are here today to destroy Tianluan Immortal Palace," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Or just let her be the mistress of the Immortal Palace."
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Grandpa Wang looked at Xu Zimo as if he were a fool.
"We have united with the Haotian Sect," Wu Zhaodi quickly explained.
"They owed me a favor, so they agreed to help us," Xu Zimo also said.
"Really?" Grandpa Wang was still in disbelief.
"Grandpa Wang, you will know when I have lied to you later," Wu Zhaodi said.
"I heard that the sect is holding a disciple competition. I would like to see Huang Xuequan."
"I'll take you there, at Xianting Terrace," Grandpa Wang said.
Under his leadership, the three of them walked towards Xianting Terrace, and the journey was smooth.
“After Huang Xuequan took office, basically all those who had different opinions from him were dismissed.
Some were even imprisoned.
He has just taken office and he does not want to suffer too many killings, otherwise these people will not survive," Grandpa Wang said while talking about the current situation of Tianluan Immortal Palace.
"I know, just exclude dissidents," Wu Zhaodi nodded.
The three of them passed through a fairy gate, and the noise not far ahead began to ring in their ears.
"Brother Lu, come on, let's fight for our Tianguang Palace."
"Senior Brother Cha, hit him, use your Hunyuan Liuhe Slash."
A large number of disciples were shouting around the Xianting Terrace. This so-called Xianting Terrace is an open-air high platform.
I don't know what material it is made of.
A circular shape floated in the sky, surrounded by vast fairy mist.
Two figures were fighting on the Immortal Terrace, and the surrounding disciples were surrounding the Immortal Terrace.
The senior officials of Tianluan Immortal Palace were sitting on floating seats that were higher than the Immortal Terrace.
These seats are shrouded in fairy light, as if they were gilded, and they are glowing.
The person sitting on it is silhouetted against the tall and majestic figure.
"They are imitating the Holy Court," Grandpa Wang said from the side.
"Holy Court?" Xu Zimo frowned slightly.
He was disgusted with this name because the other party had always been his secret rival.
In Yuanyang Continent, when he was carrying the destiny, the other party was already targeting him.
"Yes, I heard that the founder of Immortal Palace was once summoned by the Holy Ancestor.
I was lucky enough to go to the Holy Court of Ten Thousand Tribulations once, and I was astonished when I came back," Wu Zhaodi also nodded and said.
"The Immortal Palace was built in imitation of the Holy Court, but it is said that the painting of a tiger is not the opposite of a dog, and the construction is not very good."
Xu Zimo said nothing, and stared at the people on the floating seats above for a while.
Finally, he converged his gaze and looked towards the Xianting stage.
I saw that one of the men had already been defeated. The senior brother surnamed Lu was proudly at the top and his momentum was like a rainbow.
"Senior Brother Lu Zhi'an is probably at the top of the list again this year," a disciple said with envy.
"Why use You? I remember that Senior Brother Lu only came in second place last year."
"Shut up, Wu Yuyi, who is ranked number one, has been expelled from the Immortal Palace, so Senior Brother Lu is naturally number one." Followers of the Lu Case retorted.
"After all, Senior Brother Lu is the Palace Master's direct disciple, so it's not surprising."
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?" Lu Zhijian looked around and asked disdainfully.
There was silence all around, no one dared to answer any more.
"I'll fight you," at this moment, a woman's voice came over.
Lu Zhijian frowned slightly, feeling that the voice seemed familiar.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, as if he remembered something.
The crowd parted, Wu Zhaodi stepped lightly with her right foot, and she rose into the air like a duckweed, leaping onto the Xianting Terrace.
"Is this going to be okay?" Grandpa Wang said worriedly.
"Just think of it as a pre-dinner dessert," Xu Zimo smiled.
"It's Senior Sister Wu,"
"Why do Wu Yunie still dare to show up?"
"It's really exciting now. As far as I know, Senior Brother Lu Zhi'an has never defeated Senior Sister Wu in his battle record."
The disciples around him suddenly became interested and started talking about it one after another.
And on the seats above, sitting in the middle was a man with blood-colored hair.
He looks more like a man and a woman.
She has a feminine face, long blood-colored hair shawl her shoulders and blowing in the wind. She is dressed in a white Qiankun robe, and there is a fairy wheel behind her that emits a faint light.
"How dare she come back again?" Huang Xuequan clenched his right palm and pinched the seat next to him.
"Throw yourself into a trap."
He didn't think Wu Zhaodi was such a stupid person, so he must have an ulterior motive.
"Palace Master, are you going to capture him?" asked an elder next to him.
"Don't be anxious. Once you enter Tianluan Immortal Palace, you can catch her at any time," Huang Xuequan said calmly.
