The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 2672 Concentration state waste!
Chapter 2672 Concentration state waste!

Wang Kuan had a good impression of Ling Hantian.

As if worried about Ling Hantian's stage fright, Wang Kuan stepped forward and patted Ling Hantian's shoulder, and continued, "Although there are too many powerful people attracted this time, I am here to keep you safe."

"Hehe, thank you Daoist first." With a slight smile, Ling Hantian expressed his gratitude.

Wang Kuan has the cultivation base of Ruyi limit, and his combat effectiveness is quite good.

And he was only in the late stage of Concentration Realm, and he had never shown any means when he came here.

So others thought that Ling Hantian was just a lucky kid.

On the contrary, Xue Biyao, with her cold and aloof temperament, is very popular here.

"Let's go, several juniors are already waiting outside."

Wang Kuan pulled Ling Hantian up and left the training room where he was.

"Senior Brother Wang!"

As soon as he came to the square, there were several calls, and Wang Kuan responded one by one.

"Everyone, are you ready?"

Wang Kuan swept across the crowd with a smile, and finally looked at Xue Biyao, "Ms. Xue, are you ready too?"

"In the killing field, who will relax half a point?"

Xue Biyao replied to Wang Kuan coldly, and then walked behind Ling Hantian like a good baby.

"Ahem, Miss Snow is right."

Wang Kuan was a little embarrassed, Xue Biyao's indifferent temperament made him quite helpless.

"Brother, do you really want to take Master Ling? This time, with our strength, it's hard to protect ourselves."

At this moment, a young man with a cold face glanced at Ling Hantian indifferently, and then looked at Wang Kuan.

If Ling Hantian's cultivation base is more honest, he won't say much.

However, asking him to bring such an oil bottle made him feel uncomfortable.

"The Taoist priest is polite, go to Wangchengpo, and I will protect myself."

Ling Hantian smiled lightly, and responded to the cold-faced priest.

"I hope so. From what I've seen, your cultivation base is too low. It's best to stay here and practice with peace of mind, and then go out when you have a satisfactory cultivation base."

The cold-faced Taoist obviously didn't agree with Ling Hantian's words. No matter how good his strength was at the late stage of Concentration Realm, how could he save his life in the wishful realm?

"Hmph, Taoist priest, my master said that if you can protect yourself, you can protect yourself. If you underestimate my master, it's just you? Not enough."

At this time, Xue Biyao snorted coldly, he had seen Ling Hantian's methods before, and he also admired Ling Hantian very much.

Naturally, she felt upset when the cold-faced Taoist underestimated her.

"Presumptuous, little girl, please speak politely!"

The cold-faced Taoist was upset, and stared at Xue Biyao with sharp eyes, Xue Biyao, who is only a late-stage Ruyijing, dare to say that he can't do it!

"Okay, stop arguing, let's go to Wangcheng Slope, if we go late, we won't even see the petals."

Seeing that the atmosphere became tense, Wang Kuan immediately waved his hands, and then greeted Ling Hantian, Yu Jian went out of the city.

Seeing this, Xue Biyao followed closely.

Wangchengpo, this is a zone with extremely high frequency of wars, and many monsters in the Taoist world have fallen here.

Naturally, some well-known strongmen of the Asura clan also fell here.

The news of the Killing Flower's appearance on Wangcheng Slope was obviously not just received by the powerhouses of the Taiqing Palace.

Powerful people from Yuqing Palace, Shangqing Palace, some small sects, and the Asura clan also gathered here.

The entire Wangcheng Slope, even though these strong men barely take up any space, the place is still filled with darkness.

When Ling Hantian and the others came to the edge of the sea of ​​people and saw the heads of countless strong men, their faces were also slightly solemn.

Countless strong men gather here, and divine power with different auras fills the sky.

The slightest release of divine sense perception is to be shredded by the converging and chaotic ocean of divine power.

The mountains meet, and at a glance, there are countless bare hills, like densely packed bamboo shoots.

"The Flower of Slaughter has appeared. I don't know if Qiu Daochang will hear the news."

As far as Ling Hantian could see, the endless flow of people and the confluence of divine power also gave him quite a headache.

However, Ling Hantian also hoped that Xue Lingzi and Qiu Chuji would be attracted by the appearance of the killing flower.

However, among so many people, it was obviously extremely difficult to find Qiu Chuji and Xue Lingzi.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, once the flower of killing appears, I don't know how many warriors will fall!"

Wang Kuan's face was full of compassion, and his eyes were also full of compassion.

Naturally, anyone would want to snatch such a treasure as the Killing Flower.

Because the Flower of Slaughter represents a strong man in the Broken Realm.

"Sigh, brother, for countless years, in order to compete for this killing flower, I don't know how many people died, and I don't know when this killing battlefield will calm down."

A Taoist priest of the Taiqing Palace sighed, the Taoist philosophy of the Taiqing Palace is to benefit all living beings.

However, this killing battlefield kept killing.

"I heard that the Asuras recommended a peaceful co-cultivation event in all worlds, and the patriarchs are also thinking about this suggestion."

Wang Kuan sighed softly, and then mentioned the proposal of the Asura clan.

When the others heard the words, the cold-faced Taoist snorted coldly, "The ambition of the wolves of the Asura tribe is undoubtedly to rush into the Daoist world first, and then nibble at it."

"Junior brother's words are wrong. Although the Asura clan is powerful, our Dao Zun world is not a piece of soft bones."

"Furthermore, being able to peacefully co-cultivate grand events and exchange martial arts between the two parties may have unexpected benefits for our Daoist world."

The Taoists in Taiqing Palace started discussing one after another, Ling Hantian quietly listened to their discussion.

At this moment, Ling Hantian was also thinking about why Aliba told him these things that day.

If the Asuras have no other ambitions for the grand event of peaceful co-cultivation in the Ten Thousand Realms, it would be a good thing for the Nine Realms.

Ling Hantian also thought about it afterwards, the place in the underworld is very powerful.

Moreover, as far as the Styx blood world has seen, the methods of the underworld are not only about cultivation.

In terms of war, the underworld has clearly taken the lead.

As for the way of cultivating Taoism, perhaps the Underworld has long been ahead of the Nine Realms.

"Hmph, a group of stupid mountain folks, the Asuras talk about peace, no doubt it's weasels giving chicken New Year's greetings."

Just as Wang Kuan and the others were laughing and talking, a cold snort came.

Immediately, Wang Kuan and the others shut their mouths one after another, looking at the speaker, their faces darkened involuntarily.

The one who spoke was wearing a Taoist robe of the Qing Palace, his eyes shone with disdain, and he looked at Wang Kuan and the others with a sneer on his face.

Seeing Wang Kuan and others looking at him, the disciples of the Shangqing Palace continued to sneer, "For tens of thousands of years, your Taiqing Palace has too many wastes, so we have always been at a disadvantage in the battle with the Asuras!"

"Shangqing Palace, you must have spoken too much!"

Wang Kuan raised his hand to stop several angry juniors, and stared coldly at the strong man in Shangqing Palace.

Hearing the words, the other party sneered in disdain, and then pointed at Ling Hantian, "Don't tell me your Taiqing Palace is not trash? Otherwise, why would you even bring in the trash from the Concentration Realm!"

(End of this chapter)