Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 664: A Drama for the World
The next day, a hint of dawn appeared in the east.

After a night of discussion, thousands of monks fell silent when the sword fight was about to begin.

It was only the beginning of the morning hour, the sky had not yet opened, the sun was rising slowly, morning frost climbed up the black tiles, and golden light shone on the mountains.

Under the sky, there are occasional magical cranes flying by, and when the morning breeze blows, the morning glow has already leaped across hundreds of rivers and thousands of peaks.

From time to time, someone would come out of the pavilion, let the light go into the sea of ​​clouds, wander between heaven and earth, and cleanse themselves with the vitality of the purple air coming from the east.

More than half an hour later, these people returned to the top of the mountain, held their breath, and began to pay attention to the movements in the sky.

For a moment, there was no human voice, only the whistling of the wind on the top of the mountain and the echoes of the distant mountains, the unchanging sound of time.

Until the end of the Chen hour, there was a sudden rumble of thunder in the clear sky, shaking the heaven and earth. Above the sky, the clouds spun rapidly, and a huge vortex appeared.

In an instant, the clouds suddenly split apart, and the vortex expanded, as if a huge hole had opened up in the sky. A ray of spiritual light shot out from it, like a falling star, and fell straight towards the four-legged bronze tripod on the top of Daoshi Mountain.

"Om..."

An ethereal sound echoed, lingering in everyone's ears.

After just a few breaths, another sound of tearing silk was heard, and the four-legged square tripod emitted four pillars of light that fell in four directions.

"boom!"

Everyone shuddered, and then they saw a platform a hundred miles high slowly rising from the middle of the mountain!
At this time, the twenty-five tribes of Zhongzhou, as well as people from Beiyuan, Donghai, Nanjiang and others slowly walked out of the palace and looked towards the platform together.

There is the highest platform in the world where swordsmen from all sects have fought for tens of thousands of years!

Someone once said: "Climb the high platform alone and watch the show with the whole world!"

And just as he said, those who become famous in this will be known by the whole world!
Chen Mu's eyes flickered, his heart deeply moved. He looked around and found that he was not the only one feeling this way. Even Wei Chu, who had won the first place once a hundred years ago, still had a gleam in his eyes, eager to take the stage and show his brilliance again...

"This sword fight might be yours first."

Luo Zhen suddenly spoke up and looked at Taoist Xuanji: "Brother, please make some preparations in advance."

Taoist Xuanji nodded when he heard this, brushing his beard and smiling, "Don't worry, Junior Brother. Although I don't have the ability to win the championship, it won't be easy for others to defeat me."

Chen Mu's expression remained unchanged. He knew why the Nascent Soul Middle Stage match was held first.

Actually, the reason lies with Beiyuan...

Normally, any sect that has obtained the qualification to burn incense will send three people to participate in the sword fighting event.

Those from Donghai and Nanjiang were no exception. Yuan Gao, Ao Yin and Hua Meimei all came forward.

But in Beiyuan, Sun Zhiyan was still better off, but the old Taoist Tianxing had lost a lot of energy and no longer had the strength to fight.

As for Taoist Xuancheng of Feixing Dao Palace, he even took the initiative to talk about giving up, with an embarrassed look on his face, as if he was afraid of fighting with his fellow Zhongzhou Daoists...

As a result, the twenty-seven people in the middle Nascent Soul stage were one less, but this became an exception in this session.

The True Lords were grateful for this and ordered that they should compete with them first.

Fortunately, this kind of situation has happened before. It is just a matter of adjusting the order, and it will not affect the progress of the sword fighting event.

The autumn wind is bleak and the clouds are rolling.

After a while, there was movement from the palace on the clouds, attracting the attention of the group of cultivators.

It was True Lord Han Yuan who came down from the clouds and personally went to the high platform to take charge.

"What is this, Master?" Taoist Tianxing asked.

Taoist Xuanji smiled slightly and answered, "If we fight with magic at our level, only the True Lord Huashen can control the situation.

"Master Han Yuan was invited here to take precautions to prevent any sudden attacks."

Luo Zhen added, "Casualties are inevitable in a fight, but this is a grand sword-fighting event in Central China, with people from all over the world watching. It wouldn't be beautiful if it were too brutal..." Taoist Xuancheng nodded in agreement and said, "I see..."

Not long after, when True Lord Han Yuan had landed, Elder Qin of Qingxu Immortal Residence made a hand gesture and ascended to the sky. He summoned his magical power and shouted, "The battle has ended, and the grand event is about to begin!"

The clear voice echoed throughout the place. He smiled casually, waved his hand and threw out a jade-colored fortune stick. Then he turned to the crowd and said, "The fortune stick has arrived. Fellow Taoists, why don't you come up?"

Taoist Xuanji nodded to everyone, then lightly tapped his feet and flashed to the place where the oracle was.

Not only him, but all of the twenty-seven sects that were vying for the incense, except Beiyuan, rushed out one person each, throwing out a ray of spiritual light towards the jade-colored fortune stick tube.

Elder Qin said with a smile: "The opponent is destined by heaven. If it is not the ideal person, please do not bear grudges..."

After a while, when all twenty-six people had drawn a fortune stick, he rose up in a flash of light and said loudly, "Who are the two Taoist friends who will win the first round?"

In an instant, thousands of eyes were cast on the twenty-six people.

In this tense atmosphere, two people slowly raised their spirit sticks...

"It's actually the two of them!"

"This... is a bit too unlucky. This is only the first round."

"Yes, with their strength, both of them can be ranked among the top five."

"This is exciting, isn't it? The start is already so intense, now it's going to be interesting..."

……

For a moment, thousands of monks were in an uproar. Some sighed and lamented, while others just watched the excitement without a care in the world...

Taoist Xuanji raised the divination stick in his hand, looked at the white-robed monk across from him, and gave a wry smile. He thought to himself, "This should have been a good start to the battle, but why did I end up with such an opponent?"

He shook his head and said aloud, "I didn't expect it to be Fellow Daoist He. It seems you and I are destined to be together!"

The white-robed monk looked to be about thirty years old and came from the top sect Xianyin Dongtian. Although his reputation was not as good as the two women from the same sect, his strength should not be underestimated.

But even so, facing the situation of encountering disciples of Yuanqing Sect in the first round, he secretly felt unlucky.

"Brother Xuanji is right. You and I are destined to have an opening battle, and we should play it with the world!"

Taoist He's expression straightened up and his mindset changed quickly. Now that the fortune stick had been drawn, the only thing he could do next was to fight with all his might.

Xuan Ji did the same. After nodding to each other, they jumped onto the highest platform in the world!

In an instant, the two became the focus of everyone's attention.

The winner advances to the next round, and the loser leaves.

The rules are so cruel, but they allow them to show off their talents without any scruples...

Master Han Yuan lightly waved his whisk, and two stars of light fell on the two of them. He then nodded, closed his eyes and stopped interfering.

"here we go."

Chen Mu's eyes tightened and he became even more focused.

Xuan Ji did not rush to cast a spell and rush forward, but instead pinched his fingers to summon his own spiritual treasure. A golden circle of heaven and earth appeared, and then he threw it out. In an instant, one turned into ten, ten turned into a hundred, a hundred turned into a thousand, and there were tens of thousands of them distributed around him.

He has been practicing Taoism for seven hundred years and is an old hand in fighting, especially when facing disciples from top sects like Xianyin Dongtian. He does not worry about winning but about losing first. Once he has completely defended his body, it will be much easier to attack.

Taoist He had a different idea from his. Seeing this, he snorted and immediately formed a seal and pushed forward.

The next moment, endless smoke surged out from his palm, and immediately a bright light shone, transforming into a two-headed strange bird, which swooped down with a sharp cry.

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(End of this chapter)