Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 677: The Leader of the Middle Territory
"Fellow Daoist Ao, what are you doing..."

Yang Cheng muttered to himself, wanting to ask his senior brother about it, but he saw that his senior brother had already expected it and did not say a word. He just shook his head at him, indicating that he should not say anything more.

His heart moved, and he remembered what Luo Zhen had said before about the secret of the Dragon Palace...

"what!"

Just as he was thinking hard, he suddenly heard a cry of pain from the field.

He looked up hurriedly and saw that Ye Qingren had his eyes closed, with bloodstains under his eyes. He looked dazed and terrified.

Ao Yin's situation opposite him had returned to normal, and the gray smoke surrounding him had disappeared without a trace...

"What's going on here?"

He raised his eyebrows and asked Chen Mu and others beside him.

What was going on? He just turned his gaze away for a few moments and there was such a reversal in the situation?
He was extremely puzzled, and thousands of low-level cultivators were even more confused.

Unlike the former, they were not distracted at all and kept their eyes on the field.

But even so, they still didn't know why Ye Qingren howled in pain without any warning, and then shed tears of blood, with a frustrated expression...

"Could it be the backlash of the Tao?"

"That should be the case. Elder Ye was already struggling to use the Yin-Yang Transformation and Return to Infancy Qi. Under such heavy pressure, it is inevitable that there will be backlash..."

Everyone speculated aloud, and they couldn't help feeling a little regretful amidst their surprise and doubt.

Now Ao Yin has broken the law and according to what was said before, the position of the leader this time should belong to Ao Yin.

"It's probably been tens of thousands of years since someone from another continent took first place..."

Ye Qingren had no idea what everyone was thinking. At this moment, he was trying his best to stabilize his soul.

Although others didn't see it just now, he himself knew it very clearly.

The moment Ao Yin raised his vertical pupils, he felt an evil force fixing his soul. Then he saw a ferocious white snake that was over ten thousand feet long opening its bloody mouth and coming towards him to devour him.

He subconsciously wanted to drive his Nascent Soul to teleport away, but he found that not only his soul was fixed, but even his Nascent Soul could not move. He could only watch helplessly as the white snake pounced on him and went straight for his soul.

This is why he howled in pain and shed tears of blood. It was nothing more than his soul being hurt.

Fortunately, Ao Yin had no intention of killing. After the white snake forced him to disperse his Taoist magic, it disappeared in a flash, and he saved his life.

Otherwise, with his body having just overdrawn its energy, he would definitely not be able to stop the white snake's rampage...

"Soul Secret Technique, White Snake Form..."

Chen Mu frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.

With the strength of his soul, he naturally saw things that ordinary people could not see.

At this time, Ao Yin chuckled and bowed, saying, "Fellow Daoist Ye, I'm grateful for the opportunity."

Ye Qingren's eyes were closed, but his spiritual perception was still there. After a pause, he shook his head and sighed deeply: "Fellow Daoist Ao is unfathomable. He easily broke my strongest spell. Since I can't compare to you, I'll just be second to you!"

The second in the world naturally refers to the middle stage.

But even so, people still have disputes about it. After all, if they really fight, Wei Chu will be able to defeat him.

But the rules are like this, it’s the time and the fate. Even though Wei Chu is powerful, he can only be the third in the world.

Han Yuan Zhenjun looked at Ao Yin deeply, then stood up with a flick of his sleeves, saying loudly, "The winner, Ao Yin of the East Sea, shall be the leader of the Central Realm this time!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole room fell silent.

Everyone looked at each other, looking embarrassed as if they had eaten a fly.

Hua Meimei, however, refused to acknowledge it. She snorted coldly and immediately cheered loudly, "Good!"

They were both members of the demon clan, though one was in the East China Sea and the other in the far south, but they had come together on this journey. Ao Yin was vying for the top spot, and most of the benefits would go to the demon clan, so naturally he had to support them.

His words also inspired many people who wanted to curry favor with the Dragon Palace to smile and congratulate him.

For a while, it was very lively.

In the end, many of the twenty-five clans in Central Continent also spoke out. After all, no matter what they thought in their hearts, they had to justify it on the surface...

Ao Yin looked calm and chatted with them one by one. He did not seem to be too surprised, as if the position of the champion was a matter of course for him.

"Tsk tsk tsk, if I win first place, I will also be as calm and composed as him..."

While people were talking to each other, Hua Meimei ran over, which was rare for her. However, before she even said hello, she started talking to Chen Mu with full of fantasies.

Yang Cheng, who was standing nearby, smiled inwardly upon hearing this and said, "Fellow Daoist Hua is truly a wonderful person. What you said is exactly what I like. If we weren't at this sword fighting event, I would definitely have a drink with you!"

Hua Meimei was also very familiar with the place. She waved her hand and said, "Okay, okay. After Master Hua wins the championship, will you still worry about not having another chance?"

Chen Mu found this interesting and asked, "Are you so confident that you can win the championship?"

Hua Meimei chuckled, and now she could tell the distance apart, and only transmitted the message to Chen Mu:
"I won't tell anyone about this, but this time, my demon ancestor taught me a unique Taoist technique. Humph, Brother Chen, just pray you don't run into me so soon..."

"Oh?"

Chen Mu's expression changed slightly as he asked, "What kind of Taoism is worthy of the title of peerless?"

Hua Meimei raised her eyebrows and said, "Brother Chen, don't you believe it? Let me explain..."

Before he finished speaking, he paused, then hummed a few times and said with a smile: "If you don't believe it, then don't believe it. You will know when the time comes..."

Chen Mu shook his head and chuckled when he heard this, and then said no more.

However, the three people, Dudu, didn't know what they said, and they became alert and looked at Hua Meimei who had a smug look on her face.

Despite their apparent friendship, if they were to meet on the field, a fierce battle would be inevitable...

Just as they were chatting, Ao Yin stepped down from the stage and returned to the East China Sea and Southern Frontier troops.

Han Yuan Zhenjun looked around and announced loudly: "The leader of the middle realm will be decided. In ten days, the disciples of each sect will compete for the championship!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't move at all, and his entire figure disappeared like smoke.

However, the people at Duchu were all shocked.

The dispute among Daozi naturally refers to these cultivators in the early stage of Yuanying...

When Chen Mu looked up, he found that not only Dudu and others were touched, but even Tao Xianxu, Li Jianyi and others looked nervous. After looking at each other, they stood up and left.

In this Daozi dispute, not only 27 people gathered, but also people from other continents such as Beiyuan and Nanjiang were present. The intensity of the dispute was certainly not comparable to the previous ones.

No one dares to relax until the end...

"Brother Chen, the sword fight is about to begin, so I'll take my leave now."

Perhaps they sensed the pressure, because after Dudu left first, Yang Cheng and Chu Mu, who used to hold a small banquet every three days and a large banquet every five days, also said goodbye one after another. It seemed that they were going back to "sharpen their swords before the battle."

Chen Mu nodded and smiled, and after signaling to Hua Meimei, he also stood up and turned around.

However, when he was about to leave, he suddenly felt something in his heart, as if someone was staring at him closely and not concealing his excitement.

He frowned and looked up, and saw a monk in brocade robes with a jade crown on his head, sneering at him from a distance.

"Jiang Zhengchu..."

Chen Mu's heart moved. After staring for a long time, his expression remained unchanged as he turned and left.

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(End of this chapter)