My Transformed System is Toxic

Chapter 605
"Luo Tianjing..."

Sensing the energy fluctuations coming from Shi Lan's body, Qing Lan's mind suddenly froze, and she couldn't recover for a while.

When they separated last time, Shi Lan's cultivation was still in the third level of the imperial level. Although the gap was still huge, she could still see Shi Lan's back.

But now, when she looks directly at Shi Lan, she will feel a sense of oppression, like a mortal staring at the scorching sun.

This is the feeling of self-insignificance caused by the huge gap in cultivation.

Mu Zhaoxi, who was not far from Qinglan's side, looked at the huge dragon whale in the sky, and a trace of longing involuntarily appeared in his eyes.

Among the two halls and three sects, the Lingwu Hall is the one she wants to join the most, because the true disciples in it have too many privileges, and she herself also wants to take the path of martial arts.

Standing on top of the dragon whale, Shi Lan instantly attracted the attention of many geniuses around.

Compared to his cultivation, what attracted the attention of everyone around him first was Shi Lan's waist-set martial robe with dark patterns on the silver background.

"It is the true inheritance of the Lingwu Palace!"

"That is the vestment unique to a generation of true biography. It is a rare treasure. It comes from the hands of the top supreme. It has incredible power, second only to the supreme weapon."

"This time, is there actually a generation of true disciples participating in the Lingwu Hall?"

"It's such a terrifying cultivation base. Before the age of six hundred, you have eighth-level and seventh-level cultivation bases. After the martial arts and foreign lands, won't you soon become an enlightened supreme?"

There was silence all around, and the voice of discussion was deliberately suppressed and did not come out.

Among the other transcendental forces, many people also looked over, especially the high-level people, whose eyes were unclear.

The true biography of the generation of Lingwu Temple is all evildoers among evildoers.

Previously, there had been three consecutive Wanchao Tianjiao Grand Competitions, and no true generation of Lingwu Temple had ever participated.

According to the past practice, as long as a generation of true disciples of the Spirit Martial Palace participate in the competition, they will never be absent from the foreign land of martial arts.

Shi Lan glanced around, but didn't go up to talk to Qing Lan, turned around and returned to the hall.

Now, her own situation is still unclear, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, being involved with Qing Lan may bring trouble to Qing Lan.

With the arrival of the Spirit Martial Palace, the remaining forces from all directions have also arrived one after another. When they arrived, they all aroused discussions among many arrogances, and their eyes were full of expectations.

This is their chance to meet the weathered dragon.

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A few months later, the competition between Tianjiao from various dynasties came to an end.

There are many powerful forces that have begun to secretly contact Tianjiao to increase the future foundation for the sect dynasty behind him.

With the end of the last battle above the floating island, the surrounding void fell into silence.

A moment later, the overwhelming Confucian and Taoist scriptures flowed in the void, building a bridge between heaven and earth.

A figure surrounded by holy light walked on it, as if in another time and space, the pace was extremely slow, but after a short while, it had already arrived on the floating island.

The holy light that soared into the sky dissipated, revealing an old man in a Confucian shirt, about seventy years old, with silver hair all over his temples, clear eyes, a vigorous face, but a gentle bookish air.

The majestic breath permeated the entire world, as if it had aroused the resonance of heaven and earth, and all living beings received a kind of baptism, and their minds gradually settled down.

In the eyes of Tianjiao around, there was an unconcealable fanaticism, and every move aroused the resonance of the gods, martial arts and heaven. The Supreme did not have such power at all. This is a true Confucian and Taoist saint, equivalent to the Great Emperor!

This kind of existence, Shenlong sees the head but does not see the end, even the Wanchao Tianjiao Dabi rarely has such an existence, and it is impossible for ordinary people to see its figure.

"It's Old Sage Yunlan."

Compared with the excitement of the young Tianjiao, the leaders of the various forces are much calmer. This is not the first time they have seen this Confucian and Taoist saint.

The moment the ancient sage Yunlan appeared, another figure appeared above the nine heavens, dressed in a blue imperial robe, in his thirties, with a stalwart figure, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making it hard to see clearly.

"See the emperor."

The moment the figure appeared, all the surrounding Qingyan Emperors bowed in salute.

Obviously, this is the Lord of the Qingyan Dynasty, Yang Qingyan, a real emperor.

Yang Qingyan acted as if he hadn't heard the greeting sound coming from below, and summoned a hall in the void, leading the ancient sage Yunlan into it.

There was also a slight fluctuation among the other transcendental forces.

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In the hall above the dragon whale's back, Lingyun slowly opened her eyes, got up and stretched her muscles and bones, stepped out of the hall, and came to the hall above the nine heavens.

At this moment, there were eleven figures standing in the hall, and there was silence in the air, as if they were silently waiting for something.

They are too familiar with each other, even if they haven't met for hundreds of thousands of years, there is nothing to talk about at all.

In the twinkling of an eye, after a cup of tea, there were two more figures in the hall, a young Taoist priest and a boy in black. wandering between.

"Dao Zun, is this the little friend from the later generations?"

A thirty-year-old beautiful woman wearing a silver moon robe broke the silence. She was the only woman in the hall, with a slender waist, a graceful figure, and a charming look in her eyebrows and eyes.

All eyes in the hall were focused on the young man, if not for this young man, they would not be here at this moment.

Coming from later generations, just these few words are enough to touch their hearts.

"Not bad." Dao Zun nodded slightly.

Under the watchful eyes of so many powerhouses above the supreme, Ying Qianqiu felt a little apprehensive for a while. In later generations, he had never been in the same room with so many powerhouses, so he immediately bowed and saluted:

"Junior Ying Qianqiu, I have met all the seniors."

Before he could straighten up, a mighty Sanskrit sound came from outside the hall, and the rich Buddha's light echoed between the heaven and the earth, with a mighty momentum.

A true Buddha sat cross-legged on the nine-color lotus platform and entered the hall.

"Miao Yan has met fellow Taoists."

There was silence in the hall, no one responded, they had known each other for tens of thousands of years, there was no need to perform this empty ceremony at all.

Moreover, Miao Yan's act of arriving at the scene at the end was already somewhat rude.

"This time, there should be Ying Qianqiu in the Shenwu Foreign Land." Dao Zun glanced at Miao Yan, and cut straight to the point:
"Do you have any objections?"

"can."

"No objection."

"As it should be."

Everyone nodded in agreement, for the sake of the future of this era, it is not too much to make a convenience.

"This seat also wants a quota, I hope you can agree."

Suddenly, Lingyun opened her mouth and looked at the people around:

"My Spirit Martial Palace has a new junior, who is extremely talented. I hope you will make it convenient for me."

"A quota is not a big deal. There are not many outstanding people among the several companies this year, and there are some surplus quotas. However, it is rare for you to speak up in person. Who is it?"

Yang Qingyan's eyes moved, a little curious, the last time Lingyun spoke in person was Rong Xuanqing.

At their level, they already know many secrets in the world. The Tianjiao who participated in the Tianjiao Competition of Ten Thousand Dynasties, as they fight with each other, the luck they carry will also be entangled. This is also a competition of luck. fight.

The final winner, due to the continuous skyrocketing luck, will receive the attention of heaven in the dark, and the chance of death will increase in the foreign land of martial arts.

Among the transcendent forces in the ten directions, the real Tianjiao figures will not participate in the competition at all.

Lingyun pointed to the back of the dragon whale. In the eyes of all the strongest, the dome of the hall was useless, and their eyes all fell on Shi Lan.

"It's a rare beauty, and it's pleasing to look at, but it's a pity that I'm not in my Burning Moon Sect." The woman in the moon robe covered her mouth and smiled slightly, with the corners of her eyes slightly curved:
"How old is this year?"

Hearing this, the corners of Lingyun's mouth turned up slightly:
"Bone age 64."

Hearing this number, the people around had different reactions, but they were all skeptical for a while.

"Are you sure she is a real human race, and not the incarnation of the Dao of Heaven in the Great Thousand World?" Dao Zun frowned slightly, and his first reaction was also a little disbelieving.

As tenth-level powerhouses, no one in the universe knows more about the difficulty of the path of cultivation than them.

Shi Lan's aura fluctuates and is extremely stable. It doesn't look like he was forcibly lifted up in a short period of time. This is completely impossible for normal creatures. Even if they are reincarnated and recultivated, it is impossible for them to have such an entry speed.

The most likely one is the incarnation of heaven.

The incarnations of the Dao of Heaven in the Great Thousand Worlds cannot be compared with ordinary creatures. It is not uncommon for people who have accumulated countless billions of years of foundation, reborn as human beings, and become enlightened after dozens of years.

But the level of the world determines the upper limit of these heavenly incarnations. Even if the heavenly incarnations of the ordinary great world have achieved Taoism for decades, their future cultivation level will be at most empty realm, and they will never be able to reach the tenth level. The upper limit has been completely set. .

"She's from Lingyang." Lingyun replied and stopped talking.

Hearing the word Ling Yang, everyone around was silent for a while. No one knows better than themselves what Ling Yang's heaven is like now.

"Lingyun, has this girl joined your Lingwu Hall not long ago?"

Looking at Shi Lan on the back of the dragon whale, the true Buddha sitting cross-legged on the nine-color lotus platform suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, and the black and white pupils were instantly stained with a layer of golden lacquer, and a long river of time and space flowed in them. There was a slight fluctuation in the expression of neither sadness nor joy, and the brows slowly frowned.

"Not bad." Lingyun's eyebrows moved slightly, and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"There are some secrets about this girl. I owe you a favor for handing her over to the Buddhist sect." In the eyes of True Buddha Miao Yan, the golden light became stronger and stronger, causing many illusions around him, with a serious expression.

"You want to steal someone from me?"

Lingyun's expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, and she spoke in a flat tone:
"Have you been sleeping for too long and haven't woken up yet?"

"Aura! There is a great karma in this woman, which is related to a true Buddha who dominates the realm of my Buddhism, which is beyond your ability to bear."

Miao Yan let out a long drink, and her expression became more and more serious:

"Competing with Buddhism, you are not qualified for Lingwu Hall, so don't bring trouble on yourself."

(End of this chapter)