Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 645: Gathering of All Parties
Taoist Tian Xing frowned and muttered bluntly, "There's nothing surprising about it..."

Taoist Xuanji shook his head and smiled, then said in a clear voice, "Fellow Daoist Tianxing, you can't judge a person by appearance. A hundred years ago, Wei Chu overwhelmed his peers in Zhongzhou. I witnessed that unparalleled elegance with my own eyes."

The Chu Daozi sneered and said, "A hundred years later, Wei Chu advanced to the middle stage, and was just the opponent of Brother Xuanji and Brother Tianxing..."

Upon hearing this, Taoist Xuanji's old face froze again, then he chuckled, shook his head and said no more.

Dudu had no intention of looking at Wei Chu, but was staring at the man in a tight shirt sitting on his left.

Yang Cheng knew what he was thinking and said with a smile, "If Brother Cheng wants to win the championship, Wei Mingde is an opponent that cannot be ignored."

Degree nodded slowly...

At this time, Elder Qin had already started talking to Long Xiangshan and his group, but for some reason he did not move for a long time, hanging in the air as if waiting for something.

Chen Mu seemed to sense something and looked beyond the clouds.

Soon, a strong wind swirled in the sky, the clouds and mist dispersed, a strong demonic aura rushed towards them, and five figures appeared.

After seeing the appearance of the person clearly, Chen Mu's eyes moved, and he nodded and smiled in his heart.

Standing in the front was an old man in a spotted robe, only five feet tall, with snow-white hair and beard, wrinkles on his face, and a black wooden cane in his right hand. Anyone who looked at him would think that he was very old and should be vulnerable.

Beside him stood a young man in a flowery robe, with colorful spots on his face and a smug look on his face. He was supporting the former while looking around.

When he saw Yuanqing Palace, his dishonest eyes finally stopped, but he suddenly laughed, which made everyone confused.

Yang Cheng liked making friends, so he subconsciously stepped forward and bowed from a distance. However, he saw that the young man in the flowery robe did not respond, so he realized that he was looking at someone else.

He didn't feel embarrassed. After observing the direction of his sight, he asked in surprise, "Could it be that Fellow Daoist Chen knows that demon cultivator?"

Chen Mu smiled slightly and nodded, "The Demon King of Southern Xinjiang, Hua Meimei."

The people who came must be from Southern Xinjiang and East China Sea. Except for the old man in spotted robe whom he did not recognize, he knew the other four people.

There is no need to say much about Hua Meimei. Behind her, Yuan Gao in a golden robe stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a demon king.

The second prince of the Dragon Palace, Ao Yin, and the seventh princess, Ao Chun, were a little more low-key, following quietly behind the old man in spotted robes.

Seeing this, many cultivators below couldn't help but wonder who the old man in spotted robe and the young man in flowery robe were, and how they could stand in front of the Prince of Dragon Palace?

But before they could react, they saw Elder Qin approaching with a solemn expression. After a respectful bow, he said, "I greet Senior Bai."

"senior?"

Everyone suddenly realized that anyone who was called a senior by Elder Qin must be a True God Transformation Sovereign...

"What did you say?"

Bai Jin coughed tremblingly and then asked back.

Elder Qin was stunned and didn't react.

It was Hua Meimei who came closer and shouted at the top of her voice: "People are greeting you!"

After Bai Jin listened attentively, he smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay, okay, you are a good young man..."

There was silence for a while, and everyone around felt a sense of absurdity.

"True Lord Huashen? How could there be a True Lord Huashen who is deaf and blind..."

But as soon as this strange feeling arose, it dissipated quite quickly.

Suddenly, a voice was heard from the sky: "Brother Bai, we have been waiting for you. Why did you come only now?"

As soon as the words fell, the clouds and mist slowly dissipated, revealing a palace on the clouds.

Nearly thirty figures could be vaguely seen among them. Although their faces were unclear, their aura was truly majestic and terrifying. Even if it was only revealed unconsciously, it still gave everyone a suffocating feeling...

"The ancestors of the Divine Transformation..."

Thousands of cultivators' minds moved at the same time, and they recognized the figures of their ancestors.

At this time, Bai Jin had already thrown his crutches to Hua Meimei and stood with his hands behind his back. Although he was only five feet tall, he had a unique aura of profoundness and unwavering determination.

He laughed heartily and said, "Good food is never too late. Why are you so anxious, fellow Taoists?"

As he spoke, he took a leisurely step forward and his figure suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he had already landed between the palaces above the clouds... "Greetings, fellow Taoist..."

"Meet Brother Bai..."

For a moment, the sound of greetings continued. Bai Jin responded to the greetings one by one and sat down in front of the God-Transforming Ancestor of Longxiang Mountain with a smile.

At this point, the twenty-seven sects' ancestors who had reached the state of transformation, as well as the True Lords from the Northern Plains, Western Desert, and Southern Xinjiang, had all arrived. Only the East China Sea Dragon Palace had not sent any cultivators who had reached the state of transformation to attend the meeting.

However, since the Dragon Palace is not an ordinary force, even if no fellow practitioners come, they will not underestimate the other party.

There are billions of people in the Taiyi Xuanling Realm, and only dozens of True Gods have emerged. Most of them gathered in Zhongzhou this time because of the sword fighting event.

I thought they would be laughing and chatting happily, but maybe it was because Beiyuan and the other four continents came to grab the incense, the scene fell silent for a while, and no one took the initiative to start a conversation.

Especially those True Lords who felt that their sects were weak, looked at Bai Jin and others with disdain.

After all, they also know that if the four continents including Beiyuan compete for incense, they will definitely snatch it from them unless there is an accident. No one will be so stupid as to challenge the top sects such as the Black and White Taoist Palace.

How could they have a good attitude when facing competitors who were competing for their luck?
"I never thought that the dispute over burning incense among our human race would attract the arrival of barbarian demon cultivators..."

Suddenly, a cold snort sounded and reached everyone's ears.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and found that the words were spoken by an old man with a crown on his head. He was wearing a gray Taoist robe with the Bagua diagram painted on it. He had a righteous expression and looked quite good, with an air of immortality.

"Fellow Daoist Cao..."

Everyone was secretly moved, but they all tacitly agreed not to intervene.

Bai Jin raised his eyes and looked over calmly. After trying to identify who this person was, he didn't recognize him, so he asked, "Which family's heir are you from?"

The old man with the crown tied around his neck sneered and said, "I am the founder of this generation of Qiankun Cave, Cao Zhen!"

Qiankun Cave is one of the twenty-seven sects. The founder of the sect once made a great vow to wipe out all the demons in the world. Later, his disciples took it as their responsibility to subdue demons and monsters from generation to generation and hated evil as much as they hated evil.

In addition, his own sect was weak, and it was inevitable to accept challenges from Southern Xinjiang and other continents. Therefore, Cao Zhenfang spoke out his feelings, intending to arouse the thoughts of his fellow practitioners in Central Continent and isolate Southern Xinjiang from the sword fight in advance.

"Qiankun Cave..."

Bai Jin murmured something, then smiled playfully.

As the ancestor of the Southern Border demons who had lived for more than three thousand years, he naturally knew about the Qiankun Cave sect.

"Who are you, Yang Wanxiu?" he asked suddenly.

Cao Zhen's eyes narrowed, and he wanted to avoid answering, but all his fellow practitioners were here, so how could he avoid it?

He said in a deep voice: "My mentor."

Hearing this, Bai Jin suddenly burst into curses, pointing at his nose and shouting: "Yang Wanxiu even called me a fellow Taoist when he saw me, how come you, a young man, are calling me a barbarian?"

After saying this, he was still not satisfied, puffing his beard and glaring, "If you want to exorcise demons, you can take your disciples with you to the southern border and see how this old man will deal with you!"

Since Cao Zhen had spoken, he certainly wasn't afraid of Southern Xinjiang. So just as he was about to taunt her, someone suddenly stood up and loudly advised, "Alright, alright, Fellow Daoist Bai, calm down. And Fellow Daoist Cao, please don't say anything more!"

This person was dressed in a white robe, with a clear light surrounding him. He was none other than Han Yuanzi, the True Lord of Transformation of the Qingxu Immortal Palace.

When Bai Jin saw him speaking out for peace, he snorted and sat down again. Only Cao Zhen still had a stiff expression and was unwilling to give up easily.

Han Yuanzi smiled softly and said loudly, "The demonic calamity is approaching, and the four continents have come together to participate in the incense-burning dispute. This was agreed upon in advance. What is Fellow Daoist Cao doing now?"

As soon as these words were spoken, several people began to persuade him, which was considered as a way to give him a way out.

Cao Zhen's expression eased slightly, and he sat down without saying a word.

Although his expression relaxed, he was secretly cursing some of them in his heart.

However, they had previously discussed that he would take the lead in expelling Southern Xinjiang, and then they would echo his voice.

But he hadn't expected to be tricked by them. Now, Southern Xinjiang wasn't isolated from the outside world, and Qiankun Cave had become the first choice for those in Southern Xinjiang to snatch incense offerings...

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(End of this chapter)