A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

The leaders and elders of other aristocratic families were accustomed to this scene. After hearing the words of the ancestor of the Long family, they each waved to the disciples behind them, and one of them walked out of the crowd holding a palm-sized jade bottle. Quickly go to Wanling Platform.

At the same time, the Long Family Ancestor's body surface flashed with golden light, and with a shudder of his body, he entered directly into the light shield that enveloped Wanling Platform. Then, at a low altitude, he made a hand seal with one hand and shot out a golden light downwards.

The golden light flashed away and disappeared into the bluestone ground below.

Immediately the next moment, a low roar came from the Wanling Platform, and a simple blue stone basin appeared near the white magic circle.

This basin is long and flat, about ten feet long. There are strange light black patterns imprinted on the surrounding surface, which seems to be extremely old.

At this time, the children of the aristocratic families who walked out walked to the stone basin one by one, took the lids of the jade bottles in their hands, turned the mouth of the bottle over, and poured it downwards.

Streams of liquids of different colors rolled out of the bottle. Some had a strange smell, some had a strange fragrance, and some were colorless and odorless, as if they were pure water.

After dozens of different liquids were poured into the basin, they all agglomerated together without any intention of merging.

The ancestor of the Long family turned a blind eye to all this. He just looked at the increasingly dazzling light in the magic circle, and then looked up at the astonishing purple gold net high in the sky. His face was expressionless and he did not make any move in the air.

Outside the Wanling Platform, all the combined monks stood up and looked in the direction of the magic circle, their expressions also became solemn.

There was a loud "boom"!

The runes of various colors pouring out of the huge magic circle suddenly condensed together and transformed into a huge light ball with a diameter of several feet, slowly rotating in the sky above the magic circle.

But after just a few turns, the ball of light exploded with a muffled sound, and a monster with eight heads appeared inside.

The body of the dragon with a lion's body and its head was blurry and abnormal, as if it were just a shadow, and its aura was just that of an ordinary being in the early stage of void refining. But as eight different heads swayed left and right, sixteen gloomy gazes swept across the Wanling Platform, causing everyone who was looked at to shiver, as if a strange cold had swept across their bodies.

Fortunately, the next moment, the ancestor of the Long family in the air arched his hands and said slowly:

"We sincerely welcome Lord Wanling to come again. Please enjoy the true blood sacrifices offered by our fifty-one true spirit families in the human race."

The monster called Wan Ling raised its head and looked at the ancestor of the Long family in the air. Without saying a word, it moved its body and flew out of the magic circle lightly, arriving at the sky above the stone basin.

The eight heads opened their mouths, and the liquid in the basin turned into eight liquid columns that flew up and entered the beast's mouth.

In a moment, the sacrifice in the basin was sucked up by the monster. Then, a layer of strange light appeared on the surface of the beast, and the originally fuzzy body suddenly became clear and solid.

Then the monster glanced at the monks outside the stone platform, and then let out a rumbling roar from all eight songs.

An astonishing aura emanated from the beast, climbing wildly from the early stage of Void Refining to the middle stage, and then to the later stage...

In an instant, the aura of this beast reached the peak level of the late integration stage. No, it seems to be half a step above this level, as if half a foot has already stepped into the Mahayana realm.

Han Li's originally calm face could not help but condense his eyes after feeling the violent aura emanating from the Ten Thousand Spirits Platform. .

Fortunately, after reaching this level, it seemed to be the limit that this beast could improve, and the huge aura finally calmed down.

But what the eight-headed monster did next made many monks from aristocratic families almost lose their voices in fear.

The eight heads of this beast suddenly lifted up into the sky at the same time. As soon as the stinging sound was heard, a blue lightning as thick as the mouth of a bowl erupted from each head. In a flash, it struck the head high in the sky. On the purple and gold power grid.

Even some beings in the Fusion stage couldn't help but change their expressions when they saw this situation.

On the other hand, although the ancestor of the Long family was very close to the eight monsters, his facial muscles twitched, but he could still keep his expression unchanged.

Several earth-shaking loud noises!

Purple and green electric arcs intertwined in the air and turned into balls of electric light the size of wheels, exploding in the air.

But after a while, the electric light subsided, and the giant purple-gold net swayed slightly, then calmed down as if nothing had happened, and the threads did not appear to be damaged.

When the eight monsters saw this, their eyes dimmed with coldness, and their eight large mouths slowly closed.

But one of the green heads twisted its neck and suddenly stared at the ancestor of the Long family in front of him, and actually let out an extremely old voice:

"Hmph, you humans are really careful enough. I have been here countless times, and this formation has never made a mistake for so many thousands of years. But you'd better pray that it can continue like this. Otherwise, as long as there is one oversight, let me find a loophole in this seal, hehe..."

The monster's green head not only uttered human words, but also emitted a gloomy sneer at the end.

"Lord Wan Ling, please rest assured about this. If one day, we, the children of the True Spirit Family, fail to neglect even a mere sealing circle and arrange it carefully. The true blood in their bodies will be sucked away by the Lord for enjoyment. That is also the case. You are seeking your own death. However, according to the agreement between our ancestors of the True Spirit Family and the adults that day, now that the tributes have been paid, it is now the adults’ turn to cast spells to create the Hidden Spirit Token for the younger generation and others." The ancestor of the Long family bowed slightly. , replied neither humble nor arrogantly, not showing much fear.

It's no wonder that although the monster in front of him is a true spirit-level existence from another world, it is only an incarnation that can cross the boundary. In addition, there is a seal formation carefully arranged by the ancestors of the Zhenling family. Even though the monster incarnation absorbs the sacrifices and his cultivation greatly increases, the actual magical power is still suppressed by most. As a monk in the late stage of integration, he naturally does not need to be too afraid. .

"Hmph, since I have benefited from you, I will naturally do this little thing for you." The monster snorted coldly, and in a flash, its eight heads started to mutter something at the same time.

Amidst the sound of the spell, runes of eight colors were sprayed out from the head's mouth one by one and intertwined in the low air.

As a result, after a while, runes of various colors were densely packed almost all over the Wanling Platform, and the momentum was extremely shocking.

Although the ancestor of the Long family was surrounded by various runes, his expression was extremely calm, and a layer of golden light surrounded his body, making it impossible to get close to these runes even a few feet away from him.

Suddenly the monster roared again!

The entire void above suddenly experienced a distorted invisible fluctuation.

The runes all over the sky gathered together and turned into countless five-color tokens that fell straight from the sky and landed on the entire Wanling Platform.

"Okay, a total of 999 pieces of latent spirit tokens have been produced. The next time you call me to come, it will be three thousand years later." The eight-headed monster hummed a few times, feeling a little tired. said.

Then the beast shook its head and tail, and plunged back into the original magic circle.

The huge magic circle flashed with light, and the spiritual light flew out, submerging the giant beast into it in the blink of an eye.

The buzzing sound sounded again, and the magic circle rotated around. The eight monsters appeared just like they did when they appeared, and their bodies shattered inch by inch with a muffled sound, turning into countless runes that collapsed.

The next moment, the magic circle itself also completely disappeared from the Wanling Platform, as if it had never appeared.

"Come here, put all the latent spirit orders away. After a while, each family will be re-ranked, and then decide where they belong!" The ancestor of the Long family narrowed his eyes and stared at the bluestone ground where the magic circle disappeared. After a while, Then he gave a cold command.

Upon hearing this, several guards wearing golden armor came up from nowhere.

They each held a silver tray in their hands, and after grabbing the ground one after another, they picked up all the tokens and piled them on the tray. Then they took them to an altar table under the stone platform and placed them respectfully. good.

"Lord Wan Ling has left. Now let's start offering sacrifices to the true spirit ancestors of our family." The ancestor of the Long family glanced at the people outside the stone platform and said in a condensed voice.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the big and small aristocratic families outside suddenly became commotion, and then each person carried various sacrificial artifacts and some spiritual fruit incense candles, and began to arrange them on the stage.

Then, under the leadership of the heads and elders of each family, all the children of the Zhenling family began to take turns walking up to the Wanling Platform, kneeling down in front of the Zhenling ancestors enshrined by their families, and each prayed in a different way.

There were even some Zhenling families with older inheritances, and some sacrificial rituals that had long been lost to the outside world, which Han Li below was fascinated by.

But after these sacrificial ceremonies, which took half a day, were over, the real highlight of the True Spirit Ceremony was the determination of the rankings of each True Spirit family and the re-division of the resources and interests they owned.

When the ancestor of the Long family threw his knife on the stone platform again, he put his hands into his sleeves and said lightly:

"According to ancient teachings, in the ceremony, every family has the opportunity to challenge other upper-level families and the requirement to accept the challenge from the lower-level families. Each of them can be done once. However, challengers cannot challenge families that are five or more above their own. If several families challenge the same family, the one with the highest ranking will be qualified to challenge. Of course, according to the usual practice, the rankings among the five major families are completely invalid at this time. We need to re-rank the wheel battle before we can start the challenge of other families. . Fairy Lin, Fellow Daoist Lin, come up as well, and draw lots to decide your opponents in the first round."

"Hey, what's the point of drawing lots? Anyway, when I met your Long family, Lin thought he was no match, so he must have given up on his own initiative. However, I have learned a few magical powers, and if I meet Ye Xianzi, I won't be able to ask for advice. Come on." A lazy male voice came from the last of the five true spirit families, which was composed entirely of male cultivators.

The speaker was a man with loose hair wearing a dark green robe and a strange silver ring on his head. His appearance was as delicate as a woman's.