The pedestrians on the streets of Baichuan City are extremely crowded today, rubbing shoulders and covering the sky, and all the restaurants and inns have also stopped operating, even if a few are open for business, but there is no one in the store, and the business seems to be extraordinarily idle. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The small merchants and vendors who set up stalls on both sides of the street did not open their stalls, and even the old Zhangtou tea stall on the corner of the street that could not be shaken by thunder for 365 days a year even put away the tea table and bench today, and everyone looked excited.

In the inn room, Zuo Xingguo sat on the bed, exhaled a breath of turbidity, opened his closed eyes, stretched his limbs, and suddenly felt comfortable, the rolling blood and qi flowed in the body, and the essence and blood spirit formed a sea of blood above his head, and the 'boom' was like a reality!

"The wounds have healed, and the body is fine!" Zuo Xingguo felt that there was a dragon lurking in his body, and he had inexhaustible strength.

"This Overlord Dao Rank Great Perfection is really not so easy to break through!"

Nine days have passed since he returned from the underground of the Zhou Clan's Dao Building, and he has been immersed in that mysterious realm, and he feels that he has touched the threshold at that moment, but the next moment it is like falling into the clouds, and the clouds are foggy, and there is no clue at all.

This kind of opportunity to break through the realm cannot be forced, although it can be suppressed, but it cannot be deliberately forced to break through, once the heavenly tribulation is triggered, and the Dao heart is unstable, it will inevitably end up with the consequences of being destroyed.

"I'm a little anxious about myself!" Zuo Xingguo suddenly woke up in an instant, and broke out in a cold sweat, this kind of thing that violates the Dao heart, but it can't start, once it leaves a mark on his Dao heart, the consequences are very serious!

"Shop...... Well? After Zuo Xingguo called a few times, the shopkeeper who appeared in time on weekdays did not appear, and he immediately used his divine sense to sweep outside the house, and found that the entire store of Nuoda was empty, and there was not even a single shopkeeper left, and the building was empty!

When I came to the window and looked down, there were more than several times more pedestrians on the street than in the past, and they all rushed to the south of the city like a tide.

"Oops, I almost forgot! The day after tomorrow the conference is about to begin, and today and tomorrow seem to be the days when the monks participating in the conference will draw lots before the competition! With a pat on the back of the head, Zuo Xingguo whispered, almost delaying the big event.

Before the monastic assembly, there is a ceremony of drawing lots, the purpose of which is to check the level of all the monks who participate in the conference, and there are two kinds of lots, black and white, and there is a wisp of divine consciousness hidden inside, which is information about the monks themselves.

The black and white color of the tournament is to distinguish between extraterritorial and intraterritorial monks.

"It's still early, and the lottery ceremony shouldn't have started!" Glancing at the sky, Zuo Xingguo judged.

Eating the food on the table, Zuo Xingguo speculated that this might be the shopkeeper who prepared the food early and put it outside the house in order to see the excitement, and sneaked to the south of the city to join in the fun.

Everything was cleaned up, Zuo Xingguo walked out of the inn, the pedestrians on the street were already sparse, leaving the old people with inconvenient legs and feet walking slowly, although the legs and feet were not good, but their faces were all filled with happiness from the inside out, and their spirit was comparable to that of the younger generation.

As soon as Zuo Xingguo appeared, he found that all the old people were looking at him in unison, with an incredible look on his face, and then he understood something, and disappeared at the end of the street in a bunch of afterimages.

Zuo Xingguo's face was slightly red, a little ashamed, and he turned the corner of the street before stopping in a hurry, just now he understood the old man's eyes, which was mocking himself for not wanting to make progress, and treating himself as a prodigal gentleman.

The south of the city, is an open field, is the only uninhabited area of Baichuan City, it is rumored that here is a fragmented ancient battlefield outside the territory to fly here, the ground was once dyed red, blood and mud can be trapped, scattered everywhere broken ancient soldiers, as soon as the night falls, there will be a sound of iron galloping mixed with a treacherous roar, and even sometimes there will be blood rain from the sky, so that all living beings rarely set foot in!

Later, it is said that the first lord of Baichuan Castle came here, and after the prototype of Baichuan Castle was established here, this vision disappeared completely.

Later, after the transformation and expansion of successive generations of city lords, this ancient battlefield was planned to be the south of the city, because this site became a small world of its own, and was protected by a broken magic circle, so it was later used as the site of the monastic assembly, and has been used to this day.

"It's really crowded!" Zuo Xingguo shook his head in admiration, seeing that the lively people had already lined up in a long line, waiting to enter the ancient realm in the south of the city.

Fortunately, all the monks who participated in the conference had a special passage, and Zuo Xingguo bypassed the crowd and came to an ancient platform, which had dozens of ancient platforms, and it was a small magic circle that entered the ancient realm in the south of the city.

He found that there were still monks who had not entered, and as soon as they stood on the ancient platform, they disappeared in an instant.

"Huh?" After waiting for a while, the monk in front had already entered, and Zuo Xingguo had just stood on the ancient platform when he found that a divine consciousness swept over him, which was the divine consciousness in the magic circle, so he was a little relieved.

"Huh!"

Between the lightning and flint, there was darkness and light in front of him, and Zuo Xingguo opened his eyes and knew that he had entered the ancient realm.

The ancient realm in front of him is the size of a thousand zhang in a square circle, and it has been occupied by the people who are watching the excitement, and there are more than 100 zhang in the field, and this place is the gathering place of their monks, and there is a quadripartite manifestation spar of tens of zhang in the sky above the field, which shows everything in the field at any time.

"How is this so similar to the ground of the ball field on Earth?" Shaking his head, he whispered in code.

Along the monks' passage to the middle of the field, the field was already full of all kinds of monks, divided into two piles, both holding black and white sticks in their hands, one outside the territory and the other inside the territory.

Walking to the place where the sign is received, Zuo Xingguo found that there is an ancient platform, every monk who receives the sign will stand on the ancient platform, and the ancient platform will rise up with a hazy white halo, enveloping the monk's whole body, and after a while, the spar erected by the ancient platform will show the corresponding cultivation realm, and pop up a corresponding lot.

"The pinnacle of overlordship"

"Two Paths of the Holy Realm"

"The Four Paths of the Sacred Realm"

……

The realm of monks appeared on the spar, and after looking at it for a long time, Zuo Xingguo found that the lowest realm of these dozens of monks he saw was the peak of the overlord, and a few even reached the level of the Five Realms of Saints, I have to say, it is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and the masters are like clouds!

"Why isn't there a monk in the Dzogchen realm? Could it be that there are really few people in this extreme realm who succeed? Zuo Xingguo looked at it for a long time, as he expected, there were many people in the peak realm, that is, there was no one in the Great Perfection realm at all.

"Huh? Say what? Dzogchen realm! ”

Zuo Xingguo was thinking about it, and suddenly all the monks exploded, and they all looked at the person standing on the ancient platform, a black and white man like jade!

The man was dressed in black, his face was angular, his body was as thin as a sword, revealing a murderous aura, but his whole body was shining with a hazy white aura of divinity, which appeared through the black clothes, as if his body was shooting at Zhan, one black and one white, and his temperament was very peculiar.

"Dzogchen?" Zuo Xingguo was slightly surprised, there are really people who have cultivated to the extreme realm and achieved the Great Perfection!

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