Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 658: Three Out of Four
At this moment, as the fluctuations gradually subsided and the spiritual power slowed down, the sky returned to gloom and darkness.

Not long after, a sudden cool autumn breeze blew, the trees in the distant mountains swayed, and the Tianxing Dome seemed to be half-open. It was estimated that it would not be long before a new round of incense would descend.

Looking at the disciples of Piaomiao Taoist Temple who left in a hurry, the monks had different thoughts. Some sighed and felt regretful, while others chuckled and gloated over their misfortune.

Chen Mu raised his eyes and looked around, and saw many eyes fixed on him, including Tao Xianxu, Fairy Yaoguang and other Taoists from major sects.

With their keen eyesight, they could naturally see that Beiyuan's victory in this incense-burning dispute was largely due to Chen Mu alone.

They would naturally pay more attention to such a cultivator of the same level with outstanding combat power...

Chen Mu looked calm, and after nodding and smiling at each of them, he turned and looked towards the southeast corner. The battle for incense between Nanjiang and Huaian Yang family was not over yet!

However, although it has not ended yet, everyone present can see that the Huai'an Yang family has been at a disadvantage for a long time and is now just struggling to hold on. I am afraid that within half an hour, they will be defeated as a whole.

Chen Mu watched for a moment, thoughtful.

Among the three people who appeared from Southern Xinjiang and the East China Sea, Yuan Gao needs no introduction.

He was originally the number one demon king in southern Xinjiang. He had cultivated to the late Nascent Soul stage for a hundred years. He was also blessed with the innate magical powers of the Nine Sacred Mountains. His combat power was much stronger than that of the late-stage people of the Huai'an Yang family.

Hua Meimei is not much behind. She has benefited from many opportunities provided by the Demon Emperor Pavilion. Her fighting power is naturally not as good as Chen Mu and others, but compared with the Taoist disciple of Huai'an Yang family, she is more than capable of defeating him.

Moreover, Huaian Yang's insect-controlling method posed little threat to him, making him even more unscrupulous. He jumped around throughout the battle, attracting great attention.

As for the fight between the middle Nascent Soul stage cultivators, that was why Chen Mu paid special attention to it...

Since the beginning of the fight, Dragon Son Ao Yin has always maintained a calm demeanor, as if his opponent could not put any pressure on him.

Moreover, throughout the entire battle, he only used the two Dragon Palace techniques of rain and thunder to fight the enemy, and his other means were not revealed.

You know, Long Gong is almost the most powerful in this world. His extremely powerful demon body, coupled with his vast power hiding skills, makes it impossible to ignore him.

All these factors combined made Ao Yin increasingly unpredictable...

Not only Chen Mu, but even Wei Chu, who had the highest chance of winning the championship in this mid-Nascent Soul stage batch, was secretly keeping an eye on it.

Longxiang Mountain and the Dragon Palace had been on friendly terms for nearly three thousand years. Many of the mountain's strength techniques were acquired through exchanges with the Dragon Palace. Therefore, he knew better than anyone how terrifying the Dragon Palace's strength achievements were...

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the situation on the field finally changed.

As the late-stage cultivator of the Huai'an Yang family vomited blood and retreated violently, the dark tide of insects and beasts dispersed.

Hua Meimei laughed loudly, and the colorful light she emitted swept the surrounding world clear.

"The Huai'an Yang family has been offering incense for thousands of years. It's our turn to do the same!"

While laughing, he flew towards the incense impatiently, as if wanting to take it in his hands.

At this moment, Yuan Gao quickly reached out to stop him, and said in a voice transmission: "We are here with the East China Sea, and we must not usurp the throne..."

Southern Xinjiang was not qualified to participate in the incense dispute. It was able to come here thanks to the operation of the East China Sea. They had also agreed in advance that the bulk of the luck should belong to the demon clan as a whole, followed by the Dragon Palace and themselves.

Hua Meimei smiled suddenly, not feeling embarrassed at all. She scratched her head and said loudly, "In that case, please, Brother Ao, quickly get the incense."

Ao Yin didn't hesitate, nodded and smiled, walked forward and put the incense of luck into his pocket.

The owner of Huai'an Palace had changed. Hua Meimei looked around with a smile and asked loudly, "Is there anyone trying to steal our incense?"

A question was asked, but there was no response.

Yes, putting aside their combat power, their identity as the East China Sea Dragon Palace is enough to make everyone think about it.

After all, the Dragon Palace is wealthy and powerful, and there might be a need for help in the future. It’s best not to offend them if you can… “What about you guys?”

Hua Meimei looked at the three people from Ximo who were not far away.

The White-browed Monk smiled and bowed, saying, "My three fellow Daoists have achieved what you wished for. This is due to the law of fate. How could I, an old monk, take away someone else's beauty?"

Hearing this, Hua Meimei snorted lightly: "Okay, okay, you, the white-haired monk, have let me say all the good and bad things."

The White-browed Monk clasped his hands together in a salute, his expression smiling, and he did not seem angry at all...

Palace in the clouds.

Huaian Yangshi Zhenjun shook his head and sighed deeply. He had already expected this result.

Even if there were no group of people from the East China Sea and Southern Xinjiang, there would be other sects in Central Continent challenging for the incense.

Who made them the weakest among the twenty-seven clans in Central Continent?

"Whatever. If I get it, I'm lucky. If I lose it, I'm dead. Perhaps without the obsession of incense, the younger generation of the clan will be able to practice more freely..."

Perhaps because his expectations were not high, he was not too upset.

There was even some spirit in his heart and Bai Jin whispered with a smile: "Congratulations, brother, the demon race has this good fortune, and your pressure will not be so great."

Bai Jin's expression was rare and serious. He said calmly: "Thank you for your understanding, fellow Daoist. Don't worry, with the profound background of the nobility, it will not be a problem to survive this demonic calamity..."

If you respect me a foot, I will give you a foot in return.

Sometimes, the demon race is more polite than humans...

Yang Zhenjun chuckled and nodded, saying, "Then I'll take advantage of your good words, brother."

At this point, Beiyuan, Donghai, and Nanjiang have all settled their incense. Among the four continents, only Ximo has not yet taken action.

Ximo Zhenjun was an old monk in a gray robe. He seemed calm and composed as he sat upright on a cushion, gently twirling his Buddhist beads with his right hand. However, a wave of emotion was actually brewing within him. He cast his gaze towards the three monks, White-browed Monk...

Time passed bit by bit, and thousands of monks waited silently.

Chen Mu looked up at the sky and knew that it was already the beginning of the You hour. A bright light was already appearing in the sky, and the momentum of the light was far greater than before.

In just a few minutes, a rumbling sound was heard in the sky, spreading throughout the world, and the distant mountains responded.

The gray sky suddenly split open, and a clear light as vast as a mountain broke through the clouds and poured down like the Milky Way.

At the same time, spiritual lights appeared one after another on the top of Daoshi Mountain to welcome them. When counting carefully, there were fifteen of them!
Excluding the first three waves, there were a total of twelve fragrances descending. This time, the remaining ones fell at the same time!

Xianjianchi, Chunyangtian, Runan Jiang Family, Xianyin Dongtian, Pingyuan Sect, etc. are all included.

Xian Jianchi and He Wuya were originally meditating with their eyes closed in the palace, showing no interest in the previous fights. But at this moment, they suddenly opened their eyes as if they had noticed something, emitting a ray of light.

He raised his head slightly and saw a fragrance floating towards him from the sky. He rose into the sky without hesitation, stepped forward and took it, successfully taking the fragrance into his hand.

After receiving the item, he looked around and found that no one came to compete with him. He frowned and said to himself, "Boring."

He shook his head slightly and snorted, then transformed into a stunning sword light and returned to the palace to take a seat...

And he was not the only one who made such a move. In an instant, more than ten beams of light rushed towards the sky, bringing down their own fragrance.

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(End of this chapter)