Home has a door to the flood

Chapter 867
When a group of life wheel great venerables appeared in the endless void and surrounded Zhenwu Tianque, let alone the arrogances in Tianque were stunned, even the great venerables on Jiuzhong Tianque were a little uneasy.

Damn it!Are all your casual cultivators dispatched?And by the way, those half-dead guys who are closed to death are also invited out!
There were nearly two hundred casual cultivators of the Great Master of the Wheel of Life, and the battle was really scary.

Although I understand in my heart that in the same realm, casual cultivators often cannot beat geniuses from powerful forces like them, but they have all reached the realm of the Ninth Heaven of Life Wheel, and the gap is not too exaggerated.

Even Wu Kuang Dugulang, who claims to be an invincible player of the same level in horizontal pushing, is a little speechless in the face of such a situation.

How do you push this?
It's no problem to push one, just like that Qin Cang who couldn't see through, he also had the confidence to forcefully push.

But such a group, push a woolen yarn!
Dugu Lang realized that the current situation showed that the casual cultivators did participate with great enthusiasm.

They even invited out some monks who looked young but gave off an old feeling.

These great venerables, if there are no accidents.They should all be closing the door to death, and they won't get out of the door easily.

At present, many of them have escaped.

Dugu Lang took a deep breath, and his gray beard and hair trembled slightly.

"Everyone participated enthusiastically, and I am very happy. It's just a pity that the first batch of places is limited, but we can't let all the geniuses you bring go down."

"Then didn't we come here in vain?" There was a venerable life wheel sneering again and again.

"It can be seen that although we are very sincere, you don't seem to have any sincerity." Another great venerable life wheel said gloomyly.

"Hehe!" Dugu Lang's eyes turned slightly cold. In the current situation, although the casual cultivators seem to be very powerful, they are actually strong on the outside and not very threatening at all.

Could it be that they really dare to rush forward?

Is it true that the big forces that have suppressed the Nine Realms for hundreds of millions of years are doing nothing?
Is it true that all the supreme forces are afraid of the true self in your casual cultivation?

I really want to tear my face apart, and suddenly a large group of true self supreme believe it or not?
Seemingly dissatisfied with this situation, Qin Cang also snorted coldly, suppressing the situation.

As a person who travels around, is eager to help others, and was elected as the generation of the Great Venerable of Loose Cultivators, Qin Cang still has a little prestige in Loose Cultivators.

"What conditions does Venerable Dugu have? It's okay to be straightforward, and there is no need to hide it." After a pause, Qin Cang added quietly, "We are both monks from the Nine Realms, and at this time of great calamity, we will definitely work together. It will cause trouble for the general situation."

The latter sentence is Qin Cang's subtle beating on the casual cultivators, the supreme force is the general trend!
After Qin Cang spoke, he saw that many casual cultivators were silent, obviously agreeing with Qin Cang's speech.

Dugu Lang gave Qin Cang a slightly surprised look. He originally thought that he would have to do something to solve the problem after the conflict was settled.

Unexpectedly, Qin Cang stood up and stabilized the situation with a few words.

He took a serious look at Qin Cang, and then continued: "To be honest, there is a illusory spiritual platform above my sky tower. The monks who can pass the test and break out on their own are all geniuses, almost arrogance."

Lone Wolf's sharp knife-like gaze swept across the great venerable casual cultivators, and focused on the junior cultivators beside them.

Most of the monks of the younger generation were looked at by Dugu Lang, but there was no coercion in their eyes, which made their hearts tighten and their breaths were suffocated.

He just heard him Dugulang say lightly: "If the disciples you bring can break through the illusory spiritual platform, I can make the decision and let them participate. If there are not enough places, this deity can also eliminate the weakest one from all the great forces." Those, share them out, this is the first method."

The venerable casual cultivators were silent, but most of their junior monks were eager to try it, and seemed to be planning to try it.

With a smile on the corner of Qin Cang's mouth, he asked lightly, "What about the second method?"

Dugu Lang took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "The second method is that we will directly give [-] quotas, and fellow Taoists will distribute them by themselves, and see whose juniors can enter."

Qin Cang frowned slightly, "Fifty, isn't it too little?"

Dugu Lang shook his head slowly: "Fifty, that's a lot!"

Qin Cang shook his head, raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly, "In our place, there are no less than five hundred disciples of the younger generation, and there are only fifty places, which is a little less."

As he said that, he looked around and looked at the big venerables shining with divine light, "Let them fight for themselves?"

"Fight!"

"Let them fight for themselves!"

"Fight!"

A great venerable person expressed his opinion. Through the enchantment, with their supernatural powers, they naturally "saw" the seventh heavenly tower, the illusory altar that had been arranged a long time ago.

After just a cursory glance, they already understood almost the same.

There is a certain degree of difficulty!

This illusory spiritual platform will present tests of different difficulty levels for monks of different ages.

Although it looks very powerful, it is estimated that there are not many disciples and juniors who can pass, but it is not too few.

On this kind of probabilistic issue, they still choose to trust their juniors and disciples, and are willing to gamble. Anyway, even if they lose, they will not be able to participate in the first round at most, and there will be opportunities later anyway.

As the speaker, Qin Cang saw that many great venerables agreed to give it a try, so he said to Dugu Lang: "Fellow Dugu, open the Illusory Spiritual Platform, we will choose the first option."

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The confrontation between the bosses did not hide from the geniuses below.

But when it was heard that there were still a group of people who would participate and might even occupy the quota, there was not even a single genius who wanted to climb the Jiuchongtian Pagoda and raised objections.

After all, the geniuses among these practitioners are not stupid. They deeply understand what it means to respect the strong.

Many geniuses on the fifth and sixth heavenly towers gathered together in groups of three or four, boarded the seventh heavenly tower, and occupied the entire public space of the seventh heavenly tower.

They were whispering, or talking secretly through sound transmission, while watching the casual cultivator disciples trapped in the illusion on the altar of the illusion, while commenting on their respective strengths and weaknesses.

On the 25 hallucinatory altars, all kinds of bizarre environments are performed, testing the casual cultivators in them.

There is a fairy in white, in the illusion, one step at a time, one step at a lotus platform, floating like a fairy, not falling into the clear sky, as independent as a legacy, becoming a fairy and ascending to the fairy, in the swaying wind of the fairy, leisurely overlooking the changes of the fantasy.

There is a golden-clothed god who pushes the world horizontally, fights to break the sky, and moves the universe with martial arts. With every move, he shatters the void, reverses yin and yang, like a god descending into the world, and a god king walks the world. All illusions are trampled under his feet mercilessly .

There is a young man in Tsing Yi, who is at peace with the situation, not slow or fast, as if drifting with the tide, but also seems to be aloof, like a geese passing by without leaving a shadow, and a water passing without leaving a trace, as if the illusion is nothing but a dream to him, a thought of trouble.

The first batch of those who ended up were all those who had great self-confidence among casual cultivator geniuses. At the same time, each one of them showed extraordinary abilities just like their self-confidence, which made many heroes gathered on the Seventh Heaven Tower , all of them looked solemn, and some even showed a hint of fear in their eyes.

They are just too scary!

(End of this chapter)