Galaxy Alliance Headquarters, Blue Star.

A man in a casual jacket sits bored on the sofa with his fingers trimmed.

It looks like an ordinary person, no different.

But the identity of this person is not simple.

The deterrent power he carried alone in this sea of stars was not inferior to that of an authentic sect with a primordial god in charge.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door, and then a person outside the door gently pushed open the door, and said respectfully to Luo Yun, who was sitting on the sofa:

"Mr. Luo, the message has come up."

"Ten years ago, the Galaxy Authentic Sect was graded, and the Moke Sect fell to the authentic position because there was no Yuan Shen True Person for eight hundred years."

"Now there are four sects that choose to run for the authentic position left over from the Moke Sect."

As he spoke, this person handed a thin piece of information in his hand to Luo Yun in front of him.

After Luo Yun heard this, he didn't speak, but took the message handed over by the person in front of him, sat up straight and looked at it.

A few pages had been turned before the man in the leather jacket raised his eyebrows.

"Taiyi Sect?"

"What kind of sect is this, and why I've never heard anyone mention it."

Luo Yun pinched his chin, and after a moment of silence, he asked the messenger.

As the auditor appointed by the Galaxy Alliance, Luo Yun knew in his heart that some people above attached great importance to this authentic competition.

After all, these three hundred and sixty-five Dao Authentic Positions are Dao system mechanisms that Blue Star has established since the Origin Era.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the sects have changed one after another, but each new sect must meet the standards in terms of hard strength.

After all, only the sect that meets the strength standards of the Galaxy Alliance can replace the Moke Sect and become the new Star River Authentic Sect.

If it is not up to standard, then it is better to lack than to abuse.

"Wow!"

"Amazing!"

As soon as the messenger was about to answer his boss's question, he heard the man in the leather jacket in front of him take the lead in surprise.

Luo Yun carefully looked at the introduction of the Taiyi Sect's head of the sect on this information, and couldn't hide the shock in his heart, put down the paper in his hand, and clapped his hands again and again.

"The forty-year-old Yuan Shen Zhenren, I'm afraid that only the top powerhouses who rose in the Origin Era and stood at the top of the Star Sea can do it!"

"It's something to see this time..."

The man in the jacket was half-hidden between the pupils under his bangs, with a deep interest.

Every year, the Galaxy Federation will pop up some so-called geniuses.

But those who can go to the cultivation of the Yuan Shen, let alone hundreds of years, even thousands of years, may not be able to give birth to one.

Otherwise, Mu Changfeng, the head of the Moke Sect, would not have been trapped for hundreds of years and could not advance an inch.

Chance is encountered, encountered, and if you can't meet it, you can't meet it, who can explain it clearly in words.

This year, this prosecutor is much more interesting.

Luo Yun intertwined his hands, leaned lightly on his chin, and narrowed his eyes.

"Give these sects participating in the authentic competition, and open the full authority of the Tower of Advent."

"The real [Pioneering] and [Unknown] will be truly displayed in front of them, as for how many steps they can do, it depends on their own."

A world that has never been touched by the Galactic Federation contains a lot of opportunities.

Even fifth-order cultivators can't go if they want to.

It is only in major events, or in the midst of some trials, that an exception will be made.

And competing for the authentic position is one of the ways to open it.

Even if these sects with the suppression background of fifth-order cultivators in the end did not become the new Xinghe Authentic Sect, the world that had never been explored was enough for them to benefit a lot.

"Okay, you go down and go to the Advent Tower to report the information of these four major sects."

"Communicate with the person in charge of the Primordial Tower, and ask them to open the Advent Authority of their respective worlds to these four major sects, so that the Advent Tower of the world they belong to can borrow the power of the Primordial Tower to build the Primordial Gate to another world!"

"When they come back, they can roughly see who is more powerful."

Fifth-order cultivators are also strong and weak.

And this advent is the last chance for these contenders.

"Mokozong, it's a pity."

After seeing the messenger go down, Luo Yun looked at the beautiful scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window and suddenly sighed.

"But who made this Xinghai cultivation world, after all, strength is respected."

Luo Yun, who shook his head, just wanted to go back to the room to continue meditating, when he saw a ray of starlight flashing on his ring.

This is an information receiver made by the Galaxy Federation, as long as it is within the scope of the information network, then everyone can receive messages from others anytime and anywhere.

The current information network only covers the blue star and the surrounding galaxies, and it will take a long time to develop to the entire sea of stars.

Lazily clicked on the ring receiver on his finger, Luo Yun yawned.

But when he saw the first line, he had a positive expression on his face.

The more the reviewer in a leather jacket looked down, the more solemn his eyes became, and after reading the entire electronic message, Luo Yun rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, and muttered to himself:

"I'm in trouble..."

"I've never been in this situation before, who knew this kid was so unlucky."

"It seems that I can only wronged him first."

"After all, it stands to reason that the Moko Sect had already lost this authentic position ten years ago, and even if Mu Changfeng became a primordial god now, he couldn't avoid this fact."

"It can only be counted as him, it's too unlucky."

With a wave of his hand, the virtual image that appeared in front of Luo Yun disappeared from the ring.

The man in the leather jacket stretched and was about to go back to his room to rest, when he suddenly looked at the ring in his hand.

I saw that the receiver showed information about the Moke Sect Mu Changfeng Dao Yuan Shen, but he had just read it for three minutes.

Luo Yun hesitated.

"Give him another chance."

"After all, for the Moko Sect, they definitely don't want to lose this authentic name."

After Luo Yun thought about it, he added another column of places to the review form of the Galaxy Federation, and saw that it was written:

Mo Ke Zong Mu Changfeng broke through in the year 10370 of the Galaxy and entered the realm of the fifth-order primordial gods, and after being confirmed by the auditor Luo Yun, he is hereby added to the list to compete with the remaining four sects for the name of the authentic sect.

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In this world, there is a God.

The God of Light sent down miracles and established the Holy See, so that the teachings of Light spread all over the world, whether it was princes and nobles, or peddlers and pawns, they all lived and worked in peace and contentment under the light of God.

The Pope resides in the Emerald with divine authority, exalts the authority of the gods, and heads his mortal pastures on behalf of the god of light, exterminating heresies who do not obey the will of the gods.

And the nobles of the mortal world also listened respectfully to the Pope's teachings, and did not dare to exceed the slightest rule.

The Taoist in a white robe stood on this rural church, listening to the priest who had lost his mind in front of him, telling some common sense about this world.

After a general understanding of the situation, Lang Xing snapped his fingers, causing the priest who was controlled by the Divine Soul Technique to lose consciousness directly and lie on the ground.

"The Tower of the Primordial is really magical."

This world does not belong to the scope of the Galaxy Federation's snooping world.

It's a completely different world that belongs to a strange place.

As Lang Xing, who has been wandering between the immortal royal qi and the flying rainbow of sword light, he suddenly came to a different world where a god was in charge, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of strangeness in his heart.

"Pastor, do you want to receive the gift of the God of Light by faith...?"

Lang Xing's pupils were filled with a ray of profundity.

With the means of the white-robed Taoist, just in that moment, the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the priest stationed in Minghe Town in front of him had already been turned out.

It's just that just a first-order priest who has just entered the path of cultivation can collect more than a lot of money in the name of enlightenment in this town, so you can imagine how hypocritical this so-called belief is.

"The more devout you are to God, the more power you get..."

"This kind of little trick is just to deceive the little priest below."

With a cold snort, Lang Xing's eyes showed disdain.

Like an ant, it's a dirty hand to kill.

Since the pastor of this Minghe town prides himself on the deep grace of God on weekdays.

Let you say goodbye to your charism from this day onwards.

The white light lingered on the fingertips under the cuffs of the white-robed Taoist, and pointed out at the somewhat chubby priest who was lying on the ground in front of him.

In the next moment, the priest's originally faint transcendent power flew away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the pastor wakes up again, he will be horrified to find out.

The grace of which he had once been proud had left him.

"What this little guy contains in his body is not the power of faith given by the gods, it is just ordinary light attribute energy."

"His strength at this level is completely based on his own cultivation by relying on the so-called divine grace enlightenment method, where is the gift of the God of Light, poor fool."

The white-robed Taoist stood upright, his eyes showing pity.

has lived in a lie all his life, and as a result, he is complacent that he is the person who was born noble.

This kind of ignorance is the greatest sorrow in the world.

"Fortunately, there are still sober people."

Walking out of the church and breathing in the clean air of the countryside and fields, Lang Xing looked up at the low wooden house in the distance and muttered to himself.

He has not forgotten the purpose of his visit, to establish a place in this world.

But before the situation was discovered, Lang Xing still didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

Although the cultivation of the original god is strong, it is not without scruples.

For example, the one that is revered by the Holy See as the god of light.

However, for the God of Light, Lang Xing also has his own questions.

"Does the God of Light really exist..."

"A true sixth-order transcendent level powerhouse will not rely on mundane beliefs, because these things will not be of any benefit to them who are detached."

"But the poor Dao detected the subtle power of faith in the pastor just now..."

"This kind of aura is very similar to gathering faith and trying to seal the gods."

Lang Xing's eyes were inquiring, and he was very curious about this situation.

However, in the end, the white-robed Taoist still suppressed the impulse in his heart, and without following the route he had explored, he went straight to the Holy See headquarters.

I didn't find out the depth of this world beforehand, so it was better to lie dormant for a while.

It must be known that the gun shoots the first bird, the wood shows in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

I need to find a suitable identity and positioning in this world.

In this way, it is easy to integrate into it better, so as to achieve your own goals and successfully conquer this world.

"Let me see another wonderful transcendent power in this world."

"Pray for pastors of faith and scholars of truth? Interesting. ”

The mana surged, turning the outfit around Lang Xing's body into an ordinary silk robe, which looked more in line with the aristocratic aesthetics of this world.

Then, this tall young man, who became like a local nobleman, gathered his magical powers and slowly walked towards Minghe Town.

When entering the countryside, it is natural to follow the customs.

Only in this way will it not attract too much attention and thus cause unnecessary trouble.

Built outside the town, this church of light is ornately decorated, costing a lot of money at first sight.

Crossing the Dumu bridge built above the river, Lang Xing walked into this peaceful and peaceful Minghe town.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, all kinds of pupils and hair colors can be seen everywhere here.

Carrying a big axe on his back, leaning on the edge of a tree with a waist pole, the woodcutter man who told adventure stories to a group of longing children, without saying a word, with a cheap pipe in his mouth, and his thick arms picked up a dozen pounds of heavy hammers, and kept forging the ironware in his hand.

The soft blonde hair hangs down to the waist, coupled with the aqua blue pupils, leaving people with countless graceful figures of reverie, which is the flower arrangement girl watering the flowers at the small town flower shop.

This is the small town of Minghe that belongs to the edge of the Storm Territory.

It belongs to the fertile land of flowers, birds and fields, and the sun rises like spring in all seasons.

With an appreciative gaze, Lang Xing kept looking at this foreign town that was different from what he had seen before.

There was a strange look in all directions, and although he was aware of it, he didn't care.

People who have lived a good life for a long time, although they are wary in their eyes, it is difficult to hide the essence of their inner kindness.

What a place to live with simple folk customs.

Lang Xing sighed secretly.

It's no wonder that there is such a group of devout and simple believers, and this suburban pastor doesn't eat a lot of money, so it's a hell of it.

"Stranger, did you come to Minghe Town to settle here?"

The town is small and most of the residents are familiar with it.

Therefore, as soon as Lang Xing appeared, it caused a lot of movement.

Although Lang Xing changed his clothes, the black hair and black eyes on the top were extremely conspicuous in this Minghe town.

The blacksmith stopped the giant hammer in his hand, exhaled, exhaled a puff of smoke, straightened up his strong figure, and asked Lang Xing in a dull voice.

As the strongest person in the entire town of Minghe, the blacksmith is obliged to interrogate outsiders in order to protect the safety of the entire town.

Seeing the curious gaze of the flower arranger girl in the distance, and the woodcutter with an axe on his back on the edge of the tree next to him, Lang Xing didn't care about the blacksmith's offendedness, but after smiling slightly, he gracefully performed a courtesy:

"I am a scholar of truth, and I have come from far and wide to discuss the scholarship with Mr. Doug."

"May knowledge bless you, my friend."

This etiquette was learned by Lang Xing from the memories of the priests in the suburbs, and it was a etiquette that belonged to the aristocracy.

Sure enough, after these simple civilians saw Lang Xing smiling and saluting, they immediately became a little confused.

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