Cultivating Immortals From Prison

Chapter 380 Candle Dragon Palace

Shengzi Taixuan and Shengzi Shenxiao met their eyes, and immediately burst out laughing loudly.

"Shengzi Shenxiao is really my bosom friend, and I am also thinking about it now."

If Shengzi Shenxiao hadn't come suddenly at this time, maybe he had already started to break through forcefully.

With the protection of the Supreme Elder and many precious blood and holy medicines, and he has reached the peak of the sixth level of God Transformation, he still has some confidence in breaking through this time. Although it will cause some damage to the foundation, if he can break through in this session of God Ranked among the best in the battle, everything is worth it, the big deal is to slowly make up for the basic damage in the future.

Shengzi Shenxiao nodded, and said, "I won't bother you anymore, there are less than two days left, you take care of it yourself."

After finishing speaking, Shengzi Shenxiao stood up and left, and walked out of the lobby under the escort of the maidservant.

After Shengzi Shenxiao left, Shengzi Taixuan looked out of the lobby in a daze, his eyes gradually became firm, and soon he stood up and left the lobby.

In the blink of an eye, another two days passed, and three days had passed since the end of the second round of God's War.

Today, the third round of the battle of gods will begin.

West Outer City.

Gu Shen led Fan'er out of the Tianya Restaurant, and walked towards the inner west gate.

The later the battle of the gods, the fewer and fewer Tianjiao monks can persist, and the more attention-grabbing they are.

Two people, one big and one small, walked on the long street, looking at each other.

Song Xufan has gradually gotten used to this kind of looking, probing, and thinking eyes. Although his cultivation base is still shallow, he holds his head up high and holds his chest high without any stage fright.

The two came to Inner Simon.

There are fewer and fewer monks standing on the altar, but the number of monks who come to watch the battle has not decreased at all, but it feels that it has increased compared to the past.

"Look, Gu Shen is here."

"Is he really a casual cultivator?"

"How is it possible? Maybe there is a holy land behind it that is cultivating it secretly. It is absolutely impossible for casual cultivators to reach this level."

"Yeah, many saint sons and saintesses who are extremely talented have been defeated, and I don't believe that he, a casual cultivator, can be so brave!"

Gu Shen led Fan'er and found a place to stand down. Seeing this, the surrounding monks hurriedly squeezed out to make room for Gu Shen. Among them, there were even some powerful monks with the realm of transforming gods.

Suddenly, someone nearby shouted, "Han Prince is here."

When Gu Shen heard the words, he also followed the crowd to look over.

On the west side of the wide avenue, the crowd made way for a passage, and a group of six or seven monks came out. It was the Dahan Dynasty group.

Gu Shen took a look, and the ones walking in the front were Prince Han and a mighty middle-aged man wearing a seven-claw python robe.

As if sensing Gu Shen's gaze, the middle-aged man in the boa robe glanced at Gu Shen lightly, which immediately made Gu Shen break out in a cold sweat.

Immediately afterwards, Crown Prince Han also looked over, looking at Gu Shen with a look full of fighting intent.

He and Gu Shen have had grudges for a long time, because of the disrespect at the beginning, because of Chen Ye's favor, and because of Qingyang's death.

Gu Shen and Prince Han looked at each other, then looked away, secretly startled by the strength of the middle-aged monk in the seven-claw python robe.

"Peak of fit? Or a strong man in the Mahayana stage?"

Gu Shen whispered in his heart.

After thinking for a while, Gu Shen stopped thinking about it and adjusted his state to prepare for the third round of the battle of gods.

At the current stage, there are no weak monks who can still stand on the altar.

If they meet the four princes of the Great Qi Dynasty, the Witch of Wushengjiao, the Prince of Han, and the Buddha, even Gu Shen would not dare to say lightly that he can win.

Time passed by minute by minute.

More and more people are coming.

In fact, in other places in the holy city, you can also watch the fighting skills on the altar, but the effect is still not as good as at the gates of the four inner cities. After all, this place is under the altar.

The Holy Son of the Eight Desolation has arrived.

The Son of the Golden Sun and the Holy Maiden of the Golden Sun, who had been defeated in the second round of the Battle of the Gods, all came.

There are also Saint Son Nether, Saint Dragon and others who were eliminated earlier.

After two sticks of incense.

An incomparably huge will fell down and was forcibly instilled into the minds of every monk.

This power is too powerful.

But thinking of what Zen Master Benming said that night, Gu Shen became even more afraid of the mysterious hell.

It is useless to think so much now.

Gu Shen suppressed the thoughts in his heart and checked the content instilled into his mind by the will of the holy city.

"The four princes of the Great Qi Dynasty against the young master of the Candle Dragon Hall."

"Gu Shen to the Son of Heaven."

"Wusheng taught the witch to the son of Queyuelou."

"Prince Han vs Son of Linglong Island."

"Phoenix Cult preacher to the Young Palace Master of Blood Moon Palace."

"Buddhist disciples teach people in the ten directions."

"The Holy Son of the Eight Desolation vs. the Holy Maiden of the Xuanyin Holy Land."

"The saintess of Yaochi has a bye."

Swish swish!
After reviewing the content instilled in the mind of the holy city, a pair of eyes looked at the holy girl of Yaochi at the inner east gate of the outer city east area.

So lucky!

The saintess of Yaochi is really lucky!
Fifteen monks entered the third round of God's War, Shengcheng chose the bye system, and gave this opportunity to the Yaochi saintess.

In this case, the Saintess of Yaochi directly entered the final fourth round of God War.

Some elders of the ancient holy land couldn't help but think of a legend in ancient history. It was a very long time ago. Xiu is the lord of Yaochi.

It is even recorded in some ancient books that the Supreme Immortal Artifact Zhenhuang Baochai in the Holy Land of Yaochi was given by the Lord of the Holy City at the beginning of ancient times, and was continuously refined by the Lord of Yaochi. At the gate of heaven, it absorbed a large amount of immortal energy, and thus became the supreme immortal weapon to suppress the luck of the holy land of Yaochi.

This is a secret. It is only recorded in the ancient holy lands that have been passed down for a long time. The vast majority of monks don't know it. They just lament the good luck of the saintess of Yaochi, but they don't know that luck is only on the surface, and the deeper is the relationship.

The first group to fight on the stage is the fourth prince of the Daqi Dynasty and the young master of the Candle Dragon Hall.

Both Candle Dragon Hall and Spirit Dragon Island are top overseas forces, and they are famous in the Chinese cultivation world for envoys of dragon monsters.

There is a sect called Yulingzong in the Southern Region of the Eastern Wasteland. Its suzerain, Pei Long, uses a dragon to dominate the Southern Region, and has a considerable reputation in the Eastern Region.

But in the Candle Dragon Palace, every core disciple envoys Jiaolong, Candle Dragon and other monsters with real dragon blood. The higher the status, the higher the concentration of real dragon blood in the monsters they envoy.

Legend has it that there are half-holy beast-level monsters with the blood of the real dragon in the Candle Dragon Palace.Once a semi-holy beast reaches adulthood, it will be a terrifying existence comparable to a world-class powerhouse, and the lifespan of a monster beast is far longer than that of a human monk.If there is a semi-holy beast in the Candle Dragon Palace, it is estimated that it can kill two or three generations of world-class powerhouses.

On the altar.

The four princes of the Great Qi Dynasty stood opposite the young master of the Candle Dragon Palace, and Chen Ye, the envoy of the Holy City, stood between the two.

The young master of Zhulongdian was thin and thin, his long hair was slightly messy, and his long and obscene eyes were sizing up Chen Ye's tall figure unscrupulously.

(End of this chapter)