Inside the Lingbao.

Behind Chen Ping's restoration of the spirit treasure, a jade tablet inserted in the wasteland.

A primordial spirit has awakened.

"Where is this?" The monk in the state of the primordial god looked around blankly, as if he recalled the previous battle, and was terrified.

This primordial god is none other than the deer monk.

Just as Brother Deer was frightened, a voice came from behind him:

"Don't argue, you're dead."

He's dead?

"What do you mean?" Monk Lu suddenly turned around, and saw another monk in the state of Yuanshen, and was immediately surprised:

"Liang Sheng?"

"Why are you here?"

"What's the matter with your appearance?"

Brother Deer asked a few questions.

The Yuan Shen in front of him was Liang Sheng, and he naturally recognized it. But Liang Sheng in front of him was as thin as wood, his face was withered, his eyes were sunken, his expression was extremely tired, and he looked unloved.

And the muscles of his face twitched constantly, as if he was suffering from purgatory.

Liang Sheng didn't answer any of these questions, but said lightly:

"What it means, you'll soon know. In the tenth breath after your Yuan Shen awakens, you will empathize with the old man, and now the countdown will begin, 3,2"

Before '1' could be counted, the sound of Brother Deer gritting his teeth and groaning in pain could be heard.

Then the groans of pain turned into the madness of laughter.

It finally turned into a roar.

"Isn't it as uncomfortable as ten thousand ants gnawing on it?" Liang Sheng's facial muscles twitched constantly, but his tone was steady:

"It's just uncomfortable."

"There will be more uncomfortable things in the future, but I can't beg for death, so I can only endure this pain over and over again."

"Don't shout, no matter how loud you shout, no one can hear it except Chen Ping."

"And Chen Ping will only laugh at you."

Monk Deer's face was distorted, and his expression was hideous: "How many years have you been here?" ”

"How long? It's been so long that the old man doesn't remember, three or four hundred years, right? ”

"It's been so painful?"

"It's only going to get more painful."

The muscles of the deer monk's face twitched.

When Liang Sheng saw Monk Lu in such pain, he suddenly felt as if he was not so painful anymore, and said sarcastically:

"You are so pitiful, the old man was imprisoned here because he accidentally missed his hand for the righteousness of Shengxian Valley, and you put your life on the line for the little pitiful resources of a Yuanying family, tsk, stupid."

"You check my memory?" Brother Deer was furious.

Liang Sheng was noncommittal, just with a sarcastic smile on his face.

The deer friar was enraged:

"Old thing, the original god is so weak and dares to fight so much, do you believe that the old man killed you?"

"Kill me?" Liang Sheng said with a smile:

"If you can kill me, I can't thank you too late."

Brother Deer was stunned.

For the first time, I felt a sense of extreme fear, and turned my head and shouted loudly:

"Chen Ping, Chen Ping, let me out!"

"Bang bang bang!"

However, Chen Ping turned a deaf ear and continued to immerse himself in the restoration of the spiritual treasure, after a day and two nights of restoration, it was already the most critical moment at this moment.

He had to repair the spirit treasure before dawn, otherwise he might not be able to catch up with the holy war.

Time passed, and Brother Deer was probably tired of shouting and no longer shouted loudly.

Watching Chen Ping keep casting spells on the void, he was obviously repairing the spirit treasure.

Seeing that Chen Ping had not made progress for a long time, Brother Lu couldn't help laughing:

"Hahaha, Chen Ping, do you also have today?"

"Do you think you'll win by killing me? Isn't it the same as being stuck here and not seeing the light of day? ”

"Isn't it going to be refined day by day by the spirit treasure?"

"Hahaha, I can't wait for the same end."

Liang Sheng has been watching for a longer time than Brother Lu, Chen Ping has been a day and two nights, and there is still no progress, and he can't help but laugh as well:

"Don't waste your efforts, this spirit treasure looks like a heavenly spirit treasure, and it is the best kind. No matter how strong your fighting strength is, if you don't know how to refine weapons, you can't do anything. ”

"Just wait here to die."

"Hahahaha." Brother Deer laughed, feeling a lot more relaxed:

"Chen Ping, you are so wrong, you shouldn't have killed Lao Ma, if he is still alive, he may be able to take you out. But now, you see, aren't you waiting to die like me? ”

Liang Sheng echoed:

"He didn't want to kill the old horse, the old horse was killed by your good grandson, retribution, hahaha."

Saying this, Monk Lu was even more sure of Chen Ping's refining level, and the depression in his heart was swept away, and even the tingling sensation in his body seemed to disappear completely:

"Hahaha, it's indeed retribution."

"Chen Ping, come, don't waste your efforts, come, come and let's chat, maybe we can enjoy the last happy time, hahaha."

"Oh, by the way, I heard that your master didn't practice formations before? Do you try the formation? Let's see if the formation technique can unlock the instrument path? Ah, gotta try, hahaha. ”

At this moment, I only heard a 'clang'.

It's as if two screws are aligned with each other's grooves, and it's the sound of a pinch.

Then the weather over the moor changed.

Then, a second 'clang' sound came.

Followed by the third, then the fourth.

The sound of this 'clang' was not loud, but every sound sounded on the hearts of the two people in the jade tablet.

"This"

Brother Lu was shocked and looked at Liang Sheng.

This is the rhythm of Lingbao entering continuous repair.

This.

Chen Ping is not only strong.

And a master refiner?

Is this still the same ordinary casual practice?

How so?

It turns out that it was only the two of us who were trapped and killed in the end?

Ascension Valley.

"Phew!"

A long bell rang, echoing in the valley dojo for a long time.

The dojo fell silent in an instant.

At this time, the ashram was already full of monks, and the monks were divided into three camps.

One is the people of the Zhuxian League.

The second is the people of the Ascension Immortal Valley.

The third is the spectator.

On the high platform on the east side of the dojo, An Hai, the leader of the Zhuxian Alliance, looked at the other side of the dojo, got up and said:

"Zhao Xichen, it's time to come out and announce the rules."

The voice was loud and heard throughout the audience.

The whole audience can hear the pins dropping.

On the high platform on the other side of the dojo, an old man slowly stood up from his seat:

"Everyone, welcome to the Ascension Immortal Valley."

"Ascension Immortal Valley, Ascension Immortal Valley, but it is not the place of Ascension Immortal, you can feel that the aura and Dao Yun here are indeed much richer than those of the human world, so that many colleagues think that it is my Ascension Immortal Valley that is stealing the aura and Dao rhyme of the human world for no reason."

"In fact, this aura and Dao rhyme are nothing more than what is needed to maintain the stability of the confinement of the human world."

"This misunderstanding was exploited by people with good intentions, causing the Ascension Immortal Valley to become the target of public criticism, and the Ascension Immortal Valley was wronged."

"But these are not the things that you need to discuss here at this meeting, the Lord of this valley just wants to tell you that this is the reason why this holy war is held."

An Hai didn't move like a mountain, thinking to himself that it wasn't something that needed to be discussed, what do you say?

But he didn't interject, people who come here are not so easy to be fooled, no matter how many high-sounding words are useless, no matter how much he refutes, it is equally useless.

In the end, it is the result of the jihad.

The holy war is going well, and the human world is changing.

The Wuwei faction of the spirit world will take over this matter, will subvert the Ascension Immortal Valley, and will recreate the confinement, without relying on the confinement of the Ascension Immortal Valley.

The jihad failed, and it was business as usual.

The voice that exists for the sake of imprisonment in the Ascension Immortal Valley will re-emerge as the mainstream due to the decline of the Zhuxian Alliance.

It's as simple as that.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I, Zhao Xichen, announce that the Holy War has officially begun."

"Oooo

Three bells rang to cover the audience.

"Now that it's already started, let's announce the rules." Someone shouted.

Everyone looked at Zhao Xichen again.

In this holy war, the Ascension Immortal Valley is the master, and the Zhuxian League is the challenger, and the rules and competition methods are determined by the Ascension Immortal Valley, and the competition method has not been announced before.

All the rumors are speculation.

Zhao Xichen laughed, took a step forward, looked up at the void, and slapped at the sky.

In an instant, the clouds closed at the end of the sky.

The dense dark cloud was suddenly torn open, and a point of light flashed from the opening, and then continued to enlarge.

Everyone looked at the horizon in unison.

Dumbfounded, they were all shocked.

It was a group of monks who had come out of nowhere.

No, a coffin, to be exact.

Pulled by nine silver dragons, he slowly stepped into the air.

- Nine Dragons pull the coffin!

Then, the chain between Kowloon and the coffin suddenly broke, and the coffin fell with a bang.

With the drop point as the origin, a ladder quickly formed, extending upwards until there was no end to the depths into the sky, and the nine dragons were long gone.

"What is this?"

"Ladder?"

"What does this have to do with the rules of the competition?"

Someone recovered from the shock and questioned loudly.

Zhao Xichen said slowly:

"This is the ladder."

"This holy war is called climbing the ladder to the sky, entering the immortal path, and only those who have immortal fate can do it."

"The Daoists of the Zhuxian League only need to walk step by step from this ladder to the Qiong Tower, and if they break the Qiong Tower, they will win."

As soon as these words came out, the ladder changed again, and a real Qiong Tower appeared above the ladder, and on the way to the entrance of the ladder, there were several more pavilions or platforms.

There was an uproar.

Talk.

"What is this?"

"Then the gazebo or platform dojo is a pilot?"

"Probably yes."

"No matter what fame they make, my Zhuxian Alliance will win this time, have you seen the eight Zhuxian swords in the front row? Tsk, that's a rare genius for thousands of years or 10,000 years. ”

The front row of the Zhuxian League.

An elder asked An Hai softly:

"It's... Isn't this ladder a spiritual treasure? In the ladder of heaven, the owner of the Lingbao occupies the right time, place and people. Even the rules in it can be changed by him at any time, how can this be compared? ”

An Hai shook his head:

"I have sensed that this ladder is ownerless. It's fair and just. ”

He looked up and said loudly:

"In that case, let's get started."

"Okay." Zhao Xichen's face was indifferent, and he waved his hand lightly:

"Since it was me who set the rules for the competition in Ascension Immortal Valley, I had an advantage. To avoid the Daoists of the Zhuxian League thinking that they have suffered a loss, the old man will give more convenience to the Daoists of the Zhuxian League in terms of rules. ”

"During the competition, the Zhuxian League has a total of fifteen opportunities to climb the ladder, one person at a time, can be reincarnated, and can enter after exiting, until it is revealed or given up."

"Brother An, under this rule, are you still satisfied?"

Under this rule, it is indeed the care of the Zhuxian League.

But An Hai's face was not good-looking, and in his opinion, it was more like an insult to the Zhuxian League.

How can there be a reason to quit and then enter after failure?

However, as long as the result is good and the process is not important, I think about how rampant the Ascension Immortal Valley is now, and how embarrassing it will be after losing.

So he said:

"The leader of this alliance has no opinion."

"Okay." Zhao Xichen made a loud voice and looked at a young man behind him:

"Xiaoqi, you go to the first level to guard."

Then said loudly:

"The first level is the pass of the instrument road, and it is difficult for those who have great fortune in the non-instrument path to enter, the Taoist friends of the Zhuxian League, please."

A young man behind Zhao Xichen got up slightly, flew into the ladder with a swish, and sat down in the first pavilion.

There was a murmur in the dojo.

"Gadgets? This person is called a small device? Who is it? Which sect's genius disciple? ”

"I don't know, I've never seen it?"

"Is it strong? Looks so young. ”

"If you can defend the first level on behalf of the Ascension Immortal Valley, you shouldn't be weak. But I heard that there is a great refining master here in the Zhuxian League, and he has won the weapon Dao, and he won a big victory in the first battle of refining weapons with one enemy and six, and the Zhuxian League won this game. ”

"It is estimated that the last little monk will test the water over there in the Ascending Immortal Valley, and it is estimated that the difficulty is the next few levels."

“.…..”

While everyone was rejoicing, An Hai and those high-level officials of the Zhuxian League were also ecstatic in their hearts.

It's not that they don't recognize the current teenager called Xiaoqi, in fact, they don't know each other.

But it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that 'time' is the big killer on their side.

Time is not good at words, in the eight Zhuxian swords is the most inconspicuous one, although it has a record of 1V6 that year, but he is a halfway monk after all, so although he is a genius, he is the most inconspicuous of the eight swords.

But only a few people such as An Hai knew that they did it on purpose.

Actually, a batch of time strong.

Among the eight swords, they can be ranked in the top two.

"Time, you go." An Hai hid the joy in his heart:

"This first stop is also a battle to raise the hopes of all those who wish to subvert the Ascension Valley. Old man, no matter who the so-called gadget is, you have absolute confidence in this battle, old man. ”

"Go ahead, it's your moment of honor."

Time suddenly opened his eyes and flew out with a whoosh.

Several auxiliary swords also flew out with a whoosh.

The Akiyama Fairy turned her head to look at the entrance of the Ascension Valley again, and then lowered her eyes, watching intently at the battle in the Heavenly Ladder.

This is the first battle.

She also has absolute confidence in time.

There is another viewer who also has absolute confidence in time, and that is Princess Huahua.

"Look, Brother Time is on the scene."

"Wow, that's handsome."

"Oh my God, how can there be such a handsome monk?"

"Xianling, what are you doing at the entrance? Look at Brother Time, look at it. ”

Princess Huahua's eyes were full of peach blossoms, and she pulled the sleeves of her shirt in her hand, but her eyes never left time.

… Without Brother Chen... Baili Xianling added in his heart.

"Can you win?" Baili Xianling asked curiously.

Princess Huahua was unhappy, and puffed out her cheeks:

"Hey, who do you look down on?"

"Among these Zhuxian Swords, anyone can lose, but Brother Time will never lose?"

"I'm telling you, he's going to knock out the teeth of the thief-eyed monk who screams at the little weapon, and his mother won't even recognize him."

Baili Xianling glanced at the monk called Xiaoqi, and thought that there was no thief's eyebrows.

Of course, she hopes that time will win, both in public and private.

I hope that time can really beat the other party half to death.

It's not just because Princess Huahua is a good friend, but also for the future of the entire human world and the demon world.

"That time,... Know you? Baili Qianling asked weakly.

"I don't know."

Baili Xianling: ...... "Then you call someone else's brother?" ”

"Harm, sooner or later, it's the princess's concubine, it's the same in the morning and late."

Baili Xianling was speechless.

I didn't have a chance to speak again, because Princess Huahua booed, because time began to climb the ladder and enter the heavens.

……

The ruins of the dome.

Tens of thousands of monks gathered here, and the scene was full of people.

"It's begun, it's begun."

"It's time to climb the ladder."

"Hey, hey, hey, I know that Zhuxian Sword, I saw him in the refining competition back then, and those refining dao screens in the refining competition back then were useless in front of him, he was really the pride of the sky."

"Who's that little thing?"

"I don't recognize it, it's a nobody at first glance."

"Time has come."

"The moment has finally come when the fate of the low-level cultivators in our human realm has changed, hahaha." “.…..”

In the crowd, a female cultivator sitting on a spiritual chair quietly watched the halo picture in the sky.

Behind her was an old man pushing the spiritual chair, worried that others would block the nun on the chair, so he pushed the spiritual chair to the side, glanced at the nun who had no legs, and sighed: "You can actually go in and see." ”

The nun smiled:

"It's more interesting to watch it with Master."

The old man was helpless, his own apprentice got a token to enter the Ascension Immortal Valley, but as a lonely and unknown Yuanying monk, he didn't get the token, so he could only observe this feast at the dome ruins.

As a result, his apprentice also stayed.

He looked at his apprentice and sighed:

"You are just too kind-hearted and think of others in everything. Master will leave after all, you have to be careful, this immortal cultivation world is unpredictable, insidious and cunning people are countless, and you have to guard against it. ”

The female cultivator remembered the monk she saw in the Yuankong Ancient Realm, and smiled:

"But after all, not everyone is insidious and cunning."

The old man shook his head, knowing the temper of his apprentice, he didn't preach, and when he saw the touch of time climbing the ladder in the halo, he unconsciously remembered another apprentice:

"It would be great if your senior brother was still alive, your senior brother has been looking forward to this grand occasion for a long time."

The nun didn't speak.

Her legs were lost because she was framed by her senior brother, and the monster was so evil that she, as a god of incarnation, could not be reborn with a broken limb, and had to come to observe the holy war with a mutilated body.

But after she returned to the sect that year, she did not tell her master the true situation.

So much so that the master did not know what the senior brother had done.

"I don't know if this boy can win?"

Hearing the master's sigh, the nun smiled:

"I don't know if this young man can win the disciple, but the Zhuxian League will definitely win, even if he can't win this time, there will always be a chance to win in the future."

"Because the Zhuxian League stands on the side of justice, justice will eventually triumph over evil. The disciple believed that there would be someone in this world who would suppress this evil. ”

"Master is right, there are many evil people, and there are countless people who are insidious and cunning."

"But the disciple also believes that some people will not want to go along with it."

The old man smiled:

"You've seen it?"

The nun also smiled:

“… The disciple has seen it. ”

(End of chapter)