Data cultivation, I observe immortality in the five elements

Among this group of contestants, there are many cultivators of the older generation who are quite powerful, and the Taoist aura they exude is also extremely astonishing.

It barely belongs to the level of a cultivator who has reached the great perfection of the Refining Void Realm.

But compared with that Taoist Xuanling, there are still major shortcomings.

There is a huge gap between the two sides in terms of the laws of the great way, as well as the scriptures and techniques.

At this moment, Luo Yan knew without thinking that even if the Taoist Xuanling was inside the Star Palace, he must be one of the real seedlings.

Even if he is not the Young Palace Master of the Star Palace, he is probably not far away.

It is extremely difficult for ordinary monks to defeat such a powerful opponent.

This is still the case even if they have the blessings of many secret treasures transformed from the power of incense and vows, as well as the influence of the law of gravity several times over.

The probability of winning is really too small.

A strong person of this strength cannot be judged by common sense.

The same principle applies to Luo Yan himself now.

In front of him, even if an ordinary cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Realm tried his best, it would be difficult to damage even a corner of his clothes.

Such a huge gap is simply despairing.

Therefore, Luo Yan did not have many choices. Either he had to find a way out himself and engage in a stalemate battle of "you chase and I escape" with the opponent.

With the solidification of the power of faith and the support of a series of complex formations, he can at least ensure that he is invincible.

Since I am undefeated, I have not lost the bet.

Or maybe after Xuanling Taoist defeated him, Luo Yan used the power of incense and prayer to revive him, again and again.
If this continues, the spiritual energy in Xuanling Taoist's body will be exhausted.

He is just playing a cheating game.

Or Luo Yan could go to the Great Zhoutian Star Gate to find strong men of the younger generation to help.

But he was an outsider with no relatives or friends, and he wanted to find a strong man who could match the strength of Taoist Xuanling in someone else's territory.

It's harder than climbing to the sky.

Even if Luo Yan and Tuoba Wenhua have a close relationship, it won’t work.

Because Tuoba Wenhua is still too young, the top resources he can use are extremely limited, and there is a huge gap between him and him, let alone fighting against Xuanling Taoist.
Luo Yan knew without thinking that with Tuoba Wenhua's power, the possibility of inviting someone more powerful than Taoist Xuanling to come out was almost zero.

"Should I go down there myself?"

Luo Yan pondered for a moment, intending to seek help from external forces to meet this Taoist Xuanling.

But Luo Yan had a premonition that if he really took action himself, he might fall prey to the schemes of this old monster.

After all, the other party is a genuine powerful being, a terrifying existence comparable to the White Eyebrow Palace Master. How could such a top powerhouse not be aware of the advantages and disadvantages of the power of incense and vows?
In this situation, the other party still dared to make this bet, which already explains a lot.

He was fearless and even prepared a net bag, waiting for Luo Yan to jump in.
It was as if he was saying: You can use all the incense and prayers you want. Even if the old man doesn't show up in person, the people under him can still deal with you.
This premonition became stronger and stronger in Luo Yan's heart.

It is very likely that Taoist Xuanling possesses the means to counter the power of incense and vows, even if this means requires guidance from this old senior.

Therefore, Luo Yan became a little cautious at this time and didn't know what to do.

But if he doesn't take action himself and can't find a suitable helper in a short period of time, how can he win this final gamble?

The sun, moon and stars are so close at hand that it seems as if one could touch them if one were to take another step forward.

But this small step was like a chasm that cut into Luo Yan's heart.

Luo Yan pondered for a long time and decided that he could not take action himself for the time being. In front of such an old monster, all the deductions from heaven and personal strength were meaningless.

Almost all of his coping strategies were seen through, and he was like a turtle in a jar.

The old man in front of him only needs to smile slightly to defeat ten people with his strength!

Therefore, Luo Yan must find another way!

"Hiss."

Luo Yan's eyes were bright. He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and returned to his calm state.

He knew that in front of such an old monster, any slight flaw in his mind would be sensed by the other party.

The ability to read minds has almost become an instinct for these powerful people.

Luo Yan couldn't let himself reveal any flaws, so as not to be discovered by the old man in front of him.
But before that, Luo Yan needed to have a deeper understanding of the Taoist Xuanling.

And use this to paralyze the old man in front of him.

After all, as long as it is a chess game, there will be wins and losses, and must win and must lose are all relative.

Since the opponent's strength is still within the middle three realms, Luo Yan has the possibility of turning defeat into victory!
Thinking of this, Luo Yan had an idea in his mind. He murmured and recited scriptures silently. The mysterious power of destiny rushed out, and the mysterious Taoist rhyme flowed and dissipated in the space of the stone tablet.

A man whose body was ethereal and made up entirely of fire runes was originally comprehending the fragment of the law of wind in his hand, but suddenly a blessing came to him, and a picture slowly unfolded in his mind.

In the scroll, there was a young man wearing a silver star robe and releasing infinite power, looking towards this side.

His eyes were full of arrogance, and he looked down on all living beings with an air of dominance.

"A strong man from the Great Zhoutian Xingchen Sect?"

"Are you targeting me?"

The flaming man whispered, gathering the fragment of the Law of Wind in his hand, and flames rose up around him.

He felt very uncomfortable with that kind of look and wanted to touch it.

What the hell is going on!
At the same time, a hunchbacked old man was also circling in front of a forbidden magic circle. He held a long black rope in his hand, which was surrounded by devouring power. With a light whip, endless black light invaded.

The sound of the rope whip "crackling" was crisp, rippling out circles of nothingness, with surging power.

"Why would the genius from Xinggong target this old man?"

"It's so unlucky. I just wanted to accumulate some resources for the younger generation of my family, but I still couldn't escape the end of fighting."

The hunchbacked old man muttered to himself, looking extremely frightened, but in fact he was indifferent and was still busy in front of the forbidden magic circle.

He looked like he was determined to seize the opportunity in front of him no matter how strong the wind and rain were outside.

The only thing that was obvious was that the hunchbacked old man's whipping speed had increased a lot. This area was erupting with an infinite devouring force, and a constant buzzing sound could be heard.

The black rope collided with the formation's restriction, and the huge collision force generated caused the clouds and mist in this space to be dispersed, and a shocking explosion occurred here.

Obviously, the hunchbacked old man also sensed the crisis and felt that time was running out.

I dare not delay any longer. Otherwise, if that Xinggong disciple comes looking for me, it will be too late.

In addition, there is also a jade-faced scholar who can suppress a contestant by holding a blank book and opening any page at random.

There was also a barefoot man who was naked over a large area of ​​his body, revealing his strong muscles that seemed to be cast in steel, and looked like a devil.

There is also a celestial witch wearing a black dress, with a graceful figure, a sweet smile, and petals all around her.
These powerful men, whose strength had reached another level and who looked very difficult to deal with, all sensed the ancient painting at the same time.

A young man, his body covered in starlight and his eyes reflecting the stars, was gazing into the void and looking towards this side.

This was an invisible gaze, filled with a strong sense of provocation, as if challenging someone to a fight out of thin air.

Some of the adjacent contestants looked at each other in surprise and subconsciously asked:

"What on earth do these disciples of the Great Zhoutian Xingchen Sect want to do?"

"Before the duel officially begins, you are ready to declare war on us without distinguishing between friend and foe?"

A strong man was shocked. Such a domineering behavior was indeed worthy of the arrogance of a Xinggong disciple.

It's like no matter how powerful you are, you are nothing but clowns in front of me.
Such arrogant behavior would be fine if it happened in the outside world, but the cultivators present had already gotten used to it.

After all, the Xinggong disciples were famous for their strength.

Anyone who dares to provoke will either be seriously injured or die.

All of them ended up miserably.

But in such a special environment, with seven times the gravity, he didn't have to worry about his life when fighting, and he also had several powerful secret treasures in his hands.
With this series of conditions, no matter how powerful your Xinggong disciple is, what does it matter?

Is it possible to defeat so many contestants at the same time?
Thinking of this, the man could no longer bear it, his fighting spirit soared, and he shouted directly to the person next to him: "Brother Dao, let's go!"

"Let's go meet the high and mighty Xinggong Sect member today to see if the rumors are true or not!"

"Every disciple of Xinggong is a genius among geniuses, and can fight against a hundred people alone?"

"I do not believe!"

Then, two figures broke through the air and walked deeper into the fog.

The same was true for other strong men. After sensing the provocation, they spontaneously rushed towards that area.

Being bullied by the Star Palace disciples on a daily basis is fine, but will I continue to be bullied when I participate in a fighting tournament?
It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

What these contestants of decent strength did not know was that although Taoist Xuanling did look down on them, he definitely did not mean to provoke them at the same time.

Because this is Luo Yan's territory, even if Taoist Xuanling had that idea, he could not do it at all.

After all, this is Luo Yan's home court.

All the laws and rules here are subject to his jurisdiction and restrictions.

All the fateful scenes and the fighting spirit aroused in the contestants' hearts were actually deliberate provocations by Luo Yan.

After all, the vast majority of people in this world are ordinary people, and they all have their own joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.

What Luo Yan needs to do is very simple, use the sharpness of Xuanling Taoist to dim the brilliance of others.

When such a provocative act is revealed, perhaps a small number of powerful people will choose to turn a blind eye.

But the final outcome will inevitably be what Luo Yan expected.

The reason why the strong can become strong is because they all have their own pride in their hearts.

Especially in the current special environment, this emotional state will be magnified to the extreme.

Since you won't die and you won't lose anything if you lose, why should you bow down to me?

Anyone who can cultivate to this level is not a genius, right?

If you don't even dare to fight against the disciples of Xinggong, how can you be considered a strong person?
The series of actions in the stone tablet space naturally did not escape the eyes of old man Kuixing. He did not make any moves and did not care about the gathering of those jumping clowns.

If Xuan Ling, as one of the inheritors of Xing Palace, doesn't even have the ability to suppress this group of evil spirits, then the young generation of Xing Palace will be completely finished.

He couldn't afford to lose this position. There was no point in continuing to be the Lord of the Star Palace.

Whoever wants to be the boss can be the boss. I won't be the boss anyway. It's embarrassing.
Therefore, Old Man Kuixing still watched coldly at such behavior.

Luo Yan's consciousness hovered at the top of the stone tablet space. Looking at the many contestants who were gathering towards Taoist Xuanling, he did not hold out too much hope.

Because he himself had fought his way to his current position, no one understood better than him how powerful a flawless person of the same level was.

This is no longer as simple as being invincible at the current level.

Instead, it represents a limit, the limit of strength, the limit of fighting power, and the limit of individual strength.

Facing such an opponent, it is extremely difficult to use human wave tactics to beat him to death.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Luo Yan is willing, a slap from him would be enough to blow up hundreds of ordinary cultivators in the Spirit Transformation Realm.

What is the gap?
This is the huge gap between cultivators at the same level!
The same goes for the Taoist Xuanling.

A group of powerful people from the outside world, what they have practiced, learned and seen are all extremely limited.

Even if they joined together, it would be almost impossible to defeat Taoist Xuanling.

It was precisely because of this understanding that Luo Yan did not place his hopes on them, but instead continued to search the stone tablet space with his spiritual consciousness, as if he was looking for something.

If he wants to win this game, he must find another opportunity.

'Zi! '

On the other side, before Taoist Xuanling could take any action, he sensed several unfamiliar auras emerging from all around him.

Looking at their dusty appearance, it seemed that they were all coming here for me.

Taoist Xuanling did not open his eyes. He sat cross-legged on the ground calmly, in a posture of harmony between heaven and man.

Starlight sprinkled on Taoist Xuanling's body, and countless star runes sparkled like fireflies, shining continuously and submerging him.

The figures in the distance did not launch an attack in the First World, but instead looked around, observing, examining, and waiting.

Waiting for more helpers to appear.

As time went by, more and more powerful people came here, including an old immortal with a white beard, a young man with a defiant face, a Taoist who did not fight with the world, an evil cultivator surrounded by resentful spirits, and so on.

Countless powerful men locked onto the figure in the front, their fighting spirit overflowing.

Somehow, all the cultivators who came here had a feeling of depression condensing in their hearts, and they wanted to release it completely, and wanted to vent it out crazily. (End of this chapter)