The person who presided over this competition was a Dumen Six Palace Immortal of Wanluo Gate, this person looked middle-aged, his sideburns were gray, his eyes swept away, and he said coldly: "Let's start." ”

As soon as his words fell, the arrogant man immediately smiled bitterly, sighed in his heart, and hurriedly said, "I admit defeat!"

The Jingmen Immortal was stunned, glanced at the arrogant man, and said, "You admit defeat?"

The arrogant man nodded hurriedly and said, "I admit defeat...", he walked a few steps quickly, got off the platform, and his heart jumped wildly, secretly saying that Lao Tzu still has that guy's formation in his body now, and he must admit defeat, otherwise the other party's mind moves, and if he doesn't need to make a move, Lao Tzu will have to be wasted there on the spot.

After stepping down, he immediately looked at Wang Mo with a flattering look.

Wang Mo smiled dumbly, shook his head slightly, and walked off the platform, the Dumen Immortal glanced at Wang Mo deeply, did not speak, and continued to preside over the next one.

The old man who had mastered the art of alien magic, and the young man with terrifying intuition, the battle between the two of them was extremely fast.

The young man couldn't resist the power of the alien law at all, and finally at the moment when he was about to die, he was surrounded by a spiritual light that suddenly flew out of the Ten Thousand Soul Gate and was rescued.

At this point, this time there are only two people left, Wang Mo, and the old man who knows the magic of different spells.

The battle between the two began, on the second day.

On the platform, the old man's eyes were gloomy, he had been practicing different methods for many years, in order to be today's moment, once he won the final victory and became a disciple of the inner sect of the Ten Thousand Soul Sect, he believed that he would die one day.

The young man in front of him called Mo Forget, he didn't put it in his eyes at all, his eyes were shining with murderous intent, and he pointed at his right hand and shouted: "Condensation!!"

The magic of the anomaly, along with the words in his mouth, suddenly came out.

The alien clan is an alternative kind of immortal in ancient times, they have an innate talent, even if they don't have the slightest immortal power in their bodies, even if the alien doesn't cultivate the immortal spiritual root, but once the alien law is completed, it can always set off a bloody storm......

The old man let out a low snort, and cast a magical power, and under a little bit of his right hand, suddenly a strange ripple, the void pointed by his fingertips, instantly spread out, and the void, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, turned into ripples.

Wang Mo's eyes flashed with a strange light, his body did not move, standing in place, feeling the power of the strange law, almost at the moment when the old man's finger pointed, he immediately felt that this person's strange method is the method of condensation, simply put, this person's strange method can be transformed into any weapon, although the high-level immortal can also condense with immortal power, but it is only a phantom state, and the power is far lower than this person's foreign law......

Wang Mo shook his head slightly, although this old man knew different methods, but it didn't help him at all, his mind moved, and with a wave of one hand, the waves suddenly dissipated.

The moment it dissipated, the old man's body trembled, his eyes showed an incredible color, he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, his eyes were dull, the strange law was destroyed, with his cultivation, it was not enough to suppress the backlash brought by the abnormal law in his body, his body shook, and he fell to the ground.

At this time, a spiritual light flew out of the Wanluo Gate again, wrapped the old man's body, and retracted the inner door with a drag.

There was no suspense, and Wang Mo became the winner of the competition.

The inner disciple who presided over this competition hugged Wang Mo and said with a smile: "Under Chen Chi, the next time we meet, Chen will call you junior brother, don't forget, follow me to see the elder." ”

Wang Mo smiled and nodded, turned into Changhong with the other party, and flew towards the inner door of Wanluo Gate one after the other.

The inner gate of the Wanluo Gate is a world of its own, and at the moment of passing through the inner gate array, Wang Mo is looking at an endless mountain range, with three giant peaks in the sky, standing hideously.

"These three giant peaks are where the three columns of the inner gate of my Wanluo Gate are located......" During the flight, Chen Chi introduced.

Wang Mo nodded, looking at the three giant peaks, behind these three peaks, there was a huge golden aura, there seemed to be another universe in the aura, looking at it from a distance, emitting bursts of golden rays, shining the entire inner door of the Ten Thousand Soul Gate.

"Those nine golden rings are the retreat places of the nine seniors of my Ten Thousand Soul Gate Realm, one day, I will also reach the realm of separation from death and become the tenth golden ring!" Chen Chi's eyes showed a hint of fanatical reverence.

Wang Mo glanced at the golden ring, and here, he could clearly feel that within those nine auras, bursts of majestic immortal power came out.

"If my cultivation is restored, no one in these nine auras is my opponent!" Wang Mo's gaze was calm.

"Don't forget, you've heard of Wang Mo, right?" Chen Chi said back.

"Wang Mo?" Wang Mo's expression was as usual, and he nodded and said, "I've heard of it." ”

"Back then, when Wang Mo was in the realm of Jingmen, one person killed more than 20 immortals of the Dead Gate, and even defeated Li Simiao, the proud daughter of the Heavenly Pride of the Snow Ju clan, when the two countries of man and ghost were at war, the two Death Gate Immortals sent by our Wanluomen back then were all killed by Wang Mo!" Chen Chi showed reverence in his eyes, and said: "This Wang Mo is my goal, one day, I will be the same as him, and become the first killing god in the realm of the immortal capital!"

"Oh?" Wang Mo was stunned, he thought about it for a long time, and he didn't remember what the two Death Gate Immortals of the Ten Thousand Soul Sect that he killed looked like.

"It's also the right time for this Wang Mo to disappear, our Wanluo Sect Ancestor is already preparing to find this person, and we plan to cut this person off!" Chen Chi sighed.

"Mixed Heaven Ancestor?" Wang Mo's eyes flashed.

"It's not a big deal to say that these things are known to you, you will become an inner disciple anyway, we have a thousand soul gates, there is a shocking immortal, that is, the ancestor of Chaotian, do you see the golden ring, behind the nine golden rings, there is also a blood ring, which is the retreat place of our ancestors. Chen Chi said.

Wang Mo looked up, and faintly, behind the nine huge golden rings, he saw a trace of blood.

During the conversation between the two, they came to the main peak, at the top of this peak, there was a large hall made of gray boulders, Chen Chi stopped outside the main hall and said, "Don't forget, you go in, the elders will arrange it for you inside." ”

Wang Mo nodded, his expression was calm, and he walked through the main hall.

The hall was dark, and the moment he entered, a coercion came, but this coercion had no effect on Wang Mo at all, and he showed an overwhelmed look on his face and stopped.

At this time, as soon as the pressure was relieved, an old voice came out: "Come forward." Wang Mo hurriedly showed a look of relief on his face and stepped forward.

At this time, the main hall suddenly lit up, a green fire, slowly burning around, in the middle, an old man in a cyan robe, with blazing eyes, looked at Wang Mo.

This person's cultivation has reached the pinnacle of the Nine Palaces of Jingmen, and he is only short of the realm of death.

"What's your name?" the old man withdrew his gaze from Wang Mo and said flatly.

"Don't forget, disciple. Wang Mo clenched his fists and said respectfully.

"Jiyang's strange method, how did you crack it?" the old man said with a fixed gaze.

Knowing that Jiyang was the name of the old man, Wang Mo looked as usual, and said calmly: "The disciple has hidden his cultivation, and he has actually reached the peak of the Dumen Four Palaces, and that different method is effective for immortals in the same realm and low realms, but it is very small for immortals in high realms, so naturally it can't hurt me." ”

The old man nodded, in his opinion, this Mo Forget did not lie, it did hide the cultivation, from the moment the person entered the main hall, he had already noticed that the actual cultivation of this Mo Forget was not the first palace of Dumen, but the peak of the fourth palace.

As soon as the old man's body moved, he came to Wang Mo in a blink of an eye, and pressed the thumb of his right hand forward, as fast as lightning, and pressed it on Wang Mo's eyebrows.

Wang Mo didn't dodge, and at the moment when the opponent's thumb was pressed, a cold aura penetrated into the human body, but with Wang Mo's immortal spirit, he didn't have the slightest scruples.

After a while, the old man retracted his thumb and looked at Wang Mo's gaze, no longer so cold, and said in a deep voice: "The old man is the Great Elder of the Main Peak, you go to the Partial Pavilion to exchange for disciple clothes and tokens, you can go to the Second Peak Hidden Scripture Pavilion to choose exercises, and open a cave to cultivate anywhere on the main peak."

If you have any questions, you can ask me, go. ”

Wang Mo nodded yes and turned away respectfully.

Soon after he left, two powerful immortal senses immediately appeared in the main hall.

"Senior brother, how is this person?"

"It's okay!" said the old man with a light snort.

"Senior brother, in recent years, the ancestors have been in retreat, so we must take care of it, and don't let people with other purposes get involved. ”

"Joke, are there still few people with other purposes in my Wanluo Sect? one more is not more, one less is not less, and there are probably many other people under the two junior brothers and disciples, so it is better to deal with their own affairs first, and Hugh has to take care of the affairs of my main peak." The old man's tone was cold.

"Senior brother's grievance is very big, hehe, the junior with foreknowledge and intuition was chosen by me, and the person who mastered the different methods was chosen by Senior Brother Soul Liang, and now the remaining person is the ultimate winner, isn't Senior Brother still satisfied?"

"Fart, those two people are born with supernatural powers, this person is only slightly higher in cultivation, how can they be compared, the two junior brothers, if there is nothing else, they will not be sent for the elder brother!" said the old man with a cold face.

There was a burst of laughter from the two immortal senses, and they dissipated one after another.

Wang Mo walked on the main peak and withdrew his immortal sense.

"The immortals of the Dead Gate are all in retreat, and this Ten Thousand Soul Gate is currently guarded by these three people. Wang Mo's eyes flashed, and he walked towards the side hall, where he went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion after exchanging his disciple's clothes and tokens, Wang Mo saw that it was still early, so he went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Second Peak is not big, only three floors.

From a distance, this pavilion is extremely ordinary, there is nothing unusual, Wang Mo stepped in, suddenly stared, and looked at an old man sitting in the attic, this old man's cultivation has approached Jingmen, only a little.

The old man's face was yellow, his body was thin, and he was listless, and when he noticed someone coming in, he raised his eyelids and said, "Token!"

Wang Mo took out the token and handed it over, the old man glanced at it, and said: "Except for the top floor, you can't go up, you can look at it at will, and the time is three days." ”

Wang Mo nodded and entered the pavilion.

As far as the eye can see, this first layer, there are rows of shelves, there are jade slips, bamboo slips, and even some stone slips, Wang Mo's eyes swept them one by one, these exercises are all-encompassing, extremely comprehensive, some of them are known to Wang Mo, and there are some that he has never seen before.

It's just that there is no way to refine the soul banner here, After checking around, Wang Mo went up to the second floor.

The jade slips on the second floor, much less than the first floor, are scattered around, and there are some brief introductions next to them.