A seal of immortality

Chapter 182 The Great Competition Begins

"What if I make talismans for you for free for five years, what if you don't give me the Jidan?" Wang Changsheng muttered in his heart, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"I don't know how master uncle is willing to give me the Foundation Establishment Pill in advance," Wang Changsheng said with a frown after thinking for a moment.

"Do things first, then get money, this is the rule," the middle-aged man said lightly, he seemed to have remembered something, and then said: "Of course, you can go back and think about it first, and if you agree to the conditions I said, then tell Wu Huan It doesn't matter if you don't agree, but I hope the transaction between us can continue, do you understand?"

Wang Changsheng smiled wryly when he heard the words, and said, "Disciple understands."

"Okay, go down if you have nothing to do! By the way, I don't want a third person to know what happened today," the middle-aged man waved his hand and said meaningfully.

Wang Changsheng nodded, and retreated respectfully.

Walking out of the courtyard, Wang Changsheng looked a little depressed. If he agreed to the terms of this Master Murong, he would have to work for him for five years first, but what he was worried about was that this Master Murong would regret it at that time. After all, this is the Foundation Establishment Dan. It wasn't anything else, but fortunately this Master Murong didn't ask for an immediate answer, which gave Wang Changsheng enough time to think.

Wang Changsheng greeted the Wu brothers and left alone.

Looking at the back of Wang Changsheng leaving, Wu Le said in a low voice: "Brother, what did you say that Junior Brother Wang said to Senior Martial Uncle Murong? Is it possible that you lost your mind..."

"Shut up, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't know what you shouldn't know," Wu Huan glared at Wu Le fiercely, and said with a frown. To be honest, he was also very curious about the relationship between Junior Brother Wang and Uncle Murong. Talk, but he is well aware of the truth that misfortune comes out of mouth, some things, it is better not to know.

After a sleepless night of ideological struggle, Wang Changsheng finally decided to reject Uncle Murong's conditions, and instead participated in the sect competition.

He now has more than 8 contribution points, and he is still [-] short of being able to exchange for two Foundation Establishment Pills. He can earn thousands of contribution points from the Talisman Hall every month. In one year, four years at a slower rate, or three years at a faster rate, he can accumulate twelve contribution points, and there is no need to agree to Master Murong's conditions.

Both of the Wu brothers have achieved the Great Consummation of Qi Refining, but they are just running errands to spread the word. From this, it can be seen that this Martial Uncle Murong has an extraordinary background. When he regretted it, he had nothing to do with the opponent, so Wang Changsheng chose to participate in the Zongmen Grand Competition.

After making a decision, the next morning, Wang Changsheng Yuqi, who had not slept all night, went to Misty Peak.

In the Misty Hall, several long queues have already been lined up. Although there are not many people, one of them exudes strong mana fluctuations.

Wang Changsheng scanned the crowd with the Sky Eye Technique, and frowned. The disciples who planned to participate in the Grand Competition had a minimum of twelfth level of Qi Refining, and there were dozens of people who had completed Qi Refining. It seemed that if they wanted to get a A good ranking is not that easy.

When it was Wang Changsheng's turn, the deacon's disciple checked Wang Changsheng's age with the bone observation technique, and after confirming that he met the competition criteria, he wrote down his name.

After registering his name, Wang Changsheng turned and left Misty Hall, and flew towards the Talisman-making Hall.

Wang Changsheng called on the talisman makers he was familiar with, and used the talisman seals drawn by himself to exchange some other talisman seals from his (her) hands. After exchanging experience on talisman making, he returned to Cyanwood Peak the next day .

For the next few days, Wang Changsheng stayed behind closed doors and concentrated on practicing Lingbo Weibu in the yard. After a lot of practice, Wang Changsheng practiced this lightness skill to the point of perfection, and his speed was more than twice as fast as before.

During this period, disciples from the Xuanfu lineage who had made friends with Wang Changsheng came to buy talisman seals one after another. Because of his affection, Wang Changsheng couldn't refuse without a word, so he sold them some talisman seals more or less, and even bought a few hundred-year-old spirit grasses. , made a small fortune.

In the early morning of this day, a ray of sunshine just appeared in the sky, and a series of "dang" and "dang" bells rang through the sky.

When the first bell rang, Wang Changsheng opened his eyes, got up and walked out.

Wang Changsheng pushed open the courtyard door, but saw Xu Yi standing outside his courtyard.

"Junior Brother Wang, I also participated in the Grand Competition, let's go to Misty Palace together!" Xu Yi said with a smile.

Naturally, Wang Changsheng would not object. After getting along with him for four years, he had a good impression of Xu Yi. Although Xu Yi came from the Xiuxian family, but there were many children in the family, it was impossible to spend all the resources on him, especially those like Zhuji Dan. Things, he can only rely on his own ability to get.

Speaking of which, nine out of ten of Wang Changsheng's acquaintances in the Xuanfu lineage participated in this competition. These people's backgrounds are not as good as Xu Yi's. If they want to get the Foundation Establishment Pill, they must fight with their lives. Of course Yes, some people who cherish their lives did not participate in the big competition, but planned to accumulate contribution points to exchange.

Wang Changsheng and Xu Yi arrived at the back of the Misty Hall. There were already many people on the platform in front of the Misty Hall. There were about 300 people.

Among the participating crowd, Wang Changsheng found five or six disciples from the eleventh level of Qi Refining. They were not very old, only about eighteen or nineteen years old, and their faces were still childish.

"I really don't know what these people think, they dare to participate in the competition on the eleventh floor," Xu Yi said sarcastically.

Wang Changsheng just smiled and didn't answer. These people were probably blinded by Zhu Jidan's name, as can be seen from their restrained behavior.

Surrounded by seniors who were above the twelfth level of Qi Refining, these people also realized that something was wrong, but under the temptation of Zhu Jidan, they finally stayed.

After half a stick of incense, a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators came out to meet a big man in yellow robes, all of them looked very respectful.

The big man in the yellow robe was about 30 years old, with ordinary features and slightly dark skin. There were several leather bags around his waist, and there were vaguely living things moving inside.

"All the little guys participating in the big competition, come to my yellow wind map," the majestic gaze of the yellow-robed man flicked over the disciples on the platform. With a flash of light, a yellow scroll about a hundred feet in size appeared in the air.

After the big man in the yellow robe finished speaking, he appeared on the yellow scroll with a flash of his body. Seeing this, the Foundation Establishment cultivators who followed him also flew up with their weapons.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng and other disciples who participated in the big competition also flew their imperial weapons to the yellow scroll.

When he reached the yellow scroll, Wang Changsheng suddenly found a desert-like pattern under his feet, but as more and more disciples flew above, the pattern under his feet was gradually covered.

The big man in the yellow robe first released a yellow shield, covering everyone in it, and then manipulated the yellow scroll into the air. After rising to a height of nearly a thousand feet, the yellow scroll turned into a yellow light and flew towards the distance quickly. go.

The yellow scroll flew very fast, and within a quarter of an hour, it slowly landed on a plain of thousands of acres.

On the plain, many disciples from the Taiqing Palace had already come, including disciples from Wang Changsheng's Xuanfu lineage, the number was more than 1000.

Everyone was not in the mood to talk, and turned their eyes around to observe their opponents.

Wang Changsheng swept around the disciples of other branches, and was even more secretly surprised. Only a few dozen people in the Mysterious Talisman branch had reached the Great Consummation of Qi Refining, while more than a hundred disciples from the other branches had practiced to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. All of them carried evil spirits, and some had horrible scars on their faces, which made people dare not look directly at them.

Not long after, a hundred-foot-long black sword descended from the sky, and after landing on the ground, hundreds of disciples carrying various sword weapons came down from it.

The cultivation base of this group of people is mostly around the [-]th or [-]nd level of Qi Refining, and there are not many disciples who have achieved great perfection in Qi Refining, but the disciples of other branches dare not underestimate them. In the same realm, sword cultivators are almost invincible. A difference of one or two small realms is nothing to a sword cultivator. As long as there is not a big difference in realm, everything is easy to say.

Next, two more groups of people came here. A group of people rode a hundred-foot-long silver flying boat. These people either carried long knives, some carried swords, or wore gleaming cassocks. The other group of people are riding several huge spirit birds, and each of them has several leather bags hanging from their waists, which are bulging, and there are vaguely living things moving in them. Obviously, this group of people are beasts. Some of the disciples of the same line released their own spirit beasts, such as a giant bear about ten meters tall, a giant tiger more than two meters long, and a giant bee the size of a washbasin, all of which looked particularly frightening.

At this time, more than 2000 people gathered on the plain. Fortunately, there were more than a dozen foundation-building monks accompanying each branch. Under the management of the group of foundation-building monks, no troubles occurred.

Not long after, a golden light flew from a distance, and finally stopped over the plain. The golden light was a huge golden sword more than ten feet long, and five figures stood on it, and the leader was the head of the Taiqing Palace, Mo Ask God.

Soon, the disciples below the plain found Mo Wentian, and there was a commotion among the crowd.

"Quiet," Mo Wentian snorted softly, and the disciples below immediately shut their mouths.

Seeing this, Mo Wentian nodded and said, "Listen up, all disciples, the once-in-ten-year competition is about to begin. Let me tell you the rules of the competition. There are ten demon-suppressing towers in total. You can choose one by yourself." One enters, and the demons and ghosts transformed into each demon-suppressing tower are different, but the strength is below the foundation. Every disciple who enters the demon-suppressing tower will be issued a teleportation jade talisman. From it, the top [-] will be rewarded in this big competition, among them is the Foundation Establishment Pill."

Mo Wentian's voice was not loud, but it was heard clearly in the ears of every disciple below.

Wang Changsheng frowned when he heard that, if only the top [-] would have the Foundation Establishment Pill, if he wanted to get the Foundation Establishment Pill, he had to be in the top [-], but he didn't know how to rank.

Mo Wentian paused for a moment, then continued: "As for the scoring criteria, first, it depends on the number of levels passed. The more levels passed, the higher the ranking. The demons and ghosts on the first to ninth floors of the Demon Suppressing Tower have the strength of the Qi refining stage. If there are more than 300 disciples who have passed the ninth floor, whoever successfully passes through the level first will be ranked higher. Of course, if someone wants to pass the tenth level, it is also okay. If they pass the tenth level, they will definitely enter the top three. In addition, even if you stayed at the tenth level for half a quarter of an hour, the ranking is ahead of those who broke through the ninth level."

After hearing this, all the disciples suddenly realized, that is to say, in addition to the number of passes, the time to pass the pass is also important. If two people pass the tenth pass, even though they both failed, the disciple who stayed at the tenth pass for a long time will be ranked in the shortest time. in front of.

"Okay, I've said everything I want to talk about. Brothers and sisters, take out your demon-suppressing tower." After finishing speaking, the four people behind Mo Wentian each took out a tower-like object of the same size and shape, and threw it into the air. Throwing it, the small tower swelled against the wind, turned into a height of more than a hundred feet, and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the alchemy stage cultivators of each branch also took out a small tower, which instantly grew in size after injecting mana, and turned into giant towers with a height of more than one hundred feet, standing in the open space.

A total of ten demon-suppressing towers stand in the open space, and near each of them there are several foundation-building monks holding hands, with unusually dignified expressions.

All kinds of lights flashed, and a figure of a monk at the formation stage appeared in front of each demon-suppressing tower. They raised their right hands, and each of them shot out a black stone tablet about ten feet high, standing on each demon-suppressing tower. beside.

After finishing all this, these monks at the alchemy stage activated the restraint, opened the gate of the Demon Town Tower, and walked in.

Seeing this, Mo Wentian nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Okay, disciples who want to enter the Demon Town Tower, line up to enter one by one. Note, you are only allowed to stay on this plain, and you are not allowed to run around. Is there anyone here?" Less restriction, if you touch the restriction, you will be in trouble, understand?" At the end, Mo Wentian mobilized his magic power and shouted loudly.

"Understood," everyone responded in unison.

Seeing this situation, Mo Wentian nodded, turned into a golden glow and disappeared into the sky.

Seeing the head leave, some impatient people quickly ran towards the Zhenyao Tower, fearing that they would not be able to get in if it was too late, but more people still sat cross-legged and closed their eyes to rest their minds.

Although there were ten demon-suppressing towers, there were too many participants, so Wang Changsheng was not in a hurry to enter. Instead, he walked to one of the demon-suppressing towers and observed them carefully.

Wang Changsheng noticed that every quarter of an hour or so, the uncle with his hand on the tower gate would let a disciple in, and at the same time as this person entered, the fourth or fifth floor of the Demon Suppressing Tower would light up.

As the number of people entering the Demon Town Tower increased, people were teleported out from it from time to time. The faces of the people who came out were slightly pale and nervous, and some people's clothes were even stained with blood.

Seeing this scene, Wang Changsheng nodded secretly. These people were all on the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and they were teleported out within half an hour after entering the Demon Town Tower. Trials are so easy to deal with.

Half an hour later, a line of small silver characters—Song Shiyu appeared on the black stone tablet.

"Someone broke through the ninth floor, how lucky!" Someone said in surprise when they saw the small silver characters.

"The tenth floor is on, is he breaking into the tenth floor?"

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng's heart moved. He looked up and saw that the tenth floor of the Zhenyao Tower was lit up, which was a sign that someone was breaking through.

"Hmph, Xiaobi five years ago, Senior Brother Song broke through to the eighth floor, what's so strange about breaking into the tenth floor now, maybe Senior Brother Song can break through to the No. 11th floor!" Mai's disciple snorted slightly, and said with some complacency.

(End of this chapter)