A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

"Late stage of elixir formation, seclusion?" The man who spoke the voice was obviously startled, and then he let out a long sigh, and no more sound came out.

The monk surnamed Bai from the Ancient Sword Sect raised his hand without saying anything, and a ray of white light hit a seemingly ordinary bluestone nearby. Suddenly the light flashed among the rocks. After a white light emerged, the man disappeared without a trace. No trace.

This pile of rocks was actually a teleportation circle that was cleverly concealed.

After the old man in gray clothes saw the other party leaving, he went to find a fast mountain stone nearby and sat down cross-legged.

At the other end of the teleportation array, in a small stone room in Baiqiao Courtyard, the figure of a Confucian scholar appeared in the array in white light, surrounded by several high-level monks from the three sects including the old man named Fu.

"How are you, Junior Brother? The preparations are almost over there." The monk surnamed Jiang asked without thinking as soon as he saw the figure of the Confucian scholar emerging.

"Senior brother, don't worry. Everything is in order in the Holy Land. You can teleport there now." The Confucian scholar replied with a smile.

"That's good! Brother Duan, please bring the ten juniors in. According to the agreement, each of our three sects will send a Danjie monk to accompany us. Elder Wang will follow us here, and Luoyun Sect also has Yu Feng My Lord. Brother Jiang, who is going with you here?" The old man surnamed Fu nodded with satisfaction and said.

Hearing this, the old man in red shirt opened the door and went out without saying a word.

"Is there anything good to do in the Holy Land? It's not like I haven't been there before. Let Junior Brother Bai take a trip." The old man surnamed Jiang replied indifferently.

"Okay. I remember that although Fellow Daoist Bai has never been on duty in the Holy Land, he was one of the ten disciples in the Sword Trial Conference. Now he is revisiting his old place." The old man surnamed Fu said with a smile.

The green-robed Confucian looked calmly and nodded in agreement without saying anything.

But the young woman in white came to the Confucian scholar with a charming smile and stood side by side with him, looking extremely affectionate.

At this time, there were footsteps outside the stone room. The old man in red shirt walked in with a calm expression, followed by the disciples from the three sects who entered the top ten.

This time, although the Luoyun Sect still did not get the first place, there were four disciples in the top ten, ranking first among the three sects.

This made the old man named Duan calm on the surface, but he was quite content in his heart.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the four disciples of his family, the woman named Mu from Tianquan Peak, and a young man named Sun Huo from Huoyun Peak with a cold face.

As for the other two people, they were Han Li and Na Dudong.

Han Li is defeated! As soon as he saw Du Dong, the expression on the Fire Cloud Peak master's face remained unchanged, but he couldn't help but snorted secretly in his heart, and a trace of sarcasm flashed through his heart.

As for the disciple who won the first place this time, he was a young man in black with an expression like a sword being drawn out of its sheath. This young man was Meng Di, a disciple of the ancient sword sect who possessed the "Nine Spirit Sword Body".

The "Nine Spirit Sword Body" is known as the three major sword cultivating spiritual bodies in the world of immortality. This is no joke.

With a top-level sword in his hand, no opponent could survive his overwhelming sword energy for even an hour and a half. Obtained the final first place with absolute advantage.

Thinking of this, the old man in red shirt became a little jealous of the Gu Jian Sect's good luck.

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Han Li looked coldly at the room full of "dan masters", feeling neither surprised nor happy.

After winning three rounds, he deliberately lost to an opponent in the foundation-building stage of Baiqiaoyuan who was not weak in cultivation. In this way, he participated in the competition for seventh to tenth place with five other opponents who also lost.

In the end, he pretended that his talismans were about to be used up and he was barely able to pass the test, and he won the ninth place.

As for Du Dong, I don't know if it was the same as his plan, but he also lost in the fourth game, and then deliberately lost to him and was ranked last.

This left Han Li speechless for a while.

The highest ranking disciple of the Luoyun Sect is the young man named Sun Huo. His cultivation level is quite good, and he actually grabbed the third place.

But from Han Li's point of view, except for the young man in black who is ranked first, if his magical weapon can match his skill, he will be completely unable to defeat the Baiqiaoyuan disciple who is ranked second. questionable.

As soon as the conference ended, each of the top ten disciples was given a top-level magic weapon. And the young man in black named Meng Di had an extra jade box with a Dingling Pill inside.

When Han Li saw the jade box, he made a decision without thinking.

If this trip goes well, it will be fine if he can get the spiritual root and elixir of the Spiritual Eye Tree. If that didn't work, he wouldn't mind borrowing it from this high-ranking disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect.

After all, when condensing the Nascent Soul, having the Soul-fixing Pill will make it much easier.

While Han Li was thinking about it, the old man surnamed Fu had already started to let his disciples teleport.

These young monks from the three sects also knew where they were going next, and most of them were smiling.

In the flash of white light, the monk surnamed Bai and a rosy-faced middle-aged monk from Baiqiaoyuan passed over first. Then all the disciples passed by in pairs.

After feeling dizzy for a while, Han Li and others appeared in a desolate pile of rocks filled with thick fog and humid air.

Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly and subconsciously released his spiritual consciousness to explore this place. However, his spiritual consciousness was blocked by some kind of restriction just after it reached a few tens of feet.

He felt a shiver in his heart, knowing that a very powerful magic circle had been set up here, so it was best to achieve the goal secretly.

When the old man in gray saw them all teleporting over, he stood up calmly, raised his hand, and fired a yellow spell, which flew into the mist and disappeared.

The surrounding fog rolled in. Then facing their direction, the fog suddenly dissipated, and not far away, a moss-covered stone wall was revealed, as if no one had ever been there.

"Listen carefully, because the spiritual water must be used to wash your eyes immediately after it is refined, so you have this opportunity to enter the forbidden area of ​​the three sects. Otherwise, even we are not allowed to go near this place. After you enter, you can only If you can stay inside for a day and a night, you must leave immediately the next day. There are many restrictions inside, and you are not allowed to break in, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences." The Confucian scholar surnamed Bai seemed to be very familiar with everything inside, and before the other two said anything, What, he warned with a cold voice.

Naturally, all of these low-level disciples agreed.

At this time, from the direction of the blue stone wall, the man's voice came from the original voice.

"Okay. If you have anything to explain, wait until you come in. I'm going to open up the formation for you right now."

As soon as the man named Yue finished speaking, the stone wall swayed and blurred like water, and then a green light shot out, making it difficult for people to look directly.

After a while, when everyone came back to their senses and looked forward, they were shocked to discover.

The blue stone wall suddenly disappeared, replaced by a huge stone door with double doors closed.

The talismans and incantations on the stone gate were densely packed, and the colorful auras were flashing non-stop. It was unknown how many powerful restrictions were placed on it. Outside the stone door, there are several layers of yellow light curtains, covering the door inside, making it impossible to easily touch the stone door.

But at this time, in front of the huge door that was more than ten feet high, stood a monk in yellow clothes with his hands behind his back.

This monk seemed to be in his forties, with a pair of thick black eyebrows that were slightly erect, and a face that was so shockingly evil that ordinary people would be frightened at first sight and would not dare to look at him in the slightest.

"Haha! Senior brother Yue's 'Ghost Demon Technique' seems to have made a lot of progress. It seems that senior brother is practicing near the holy tree, and his cultivation has really improved by leaps and bounds." The middle-aged monk from Baiqiao Academy saw the evil spirit of the monk in yellow. , and immediately murmured with a look of envy on his face.

The words he spoke were not loud, but they were heard clearly in the ears of the monk named Yue. The monk in yellow immediately rolled his eyes and said unceremoniously.

"Hmph! If you are willing to stay in the forbidden area for fifty or sixty years, you can naturally come in and practice hard. I'm afraid that junior brother will lose his temper by then!"

After hearing this, the middle-aged monks from Baiqiao Academy immediately showed a look of disdain on their faces.

"Junior brother, I'm just saying casually. Senior brother Yue and my two senior brothers, Khotan, are naturally working extremely hard to guard this place. I just..."

"Okay, no need to say more. This restriction was set up by several Yuan Ying stage masters from our three sects through joint spells. I can only open the restriction for a moment, so you'd better hurry up!"

As soon as the monk in yellow finished saying this, he immediately turned his palm over and a yellow token appeared in his hand.

He had a solemn look on his face and was mumbling something.

The token suddenly emitted a bright yellow light, and then a piece of yellow cloud swept out from the rush. Wherever it went, the light curtains melted and disappeared, revealing a passage several feet in size.

"All in, move quickly!" Upon seeing this, the Confucian scholar urged without thinking. Then it took the lead and turned into a white rainbow and flew forward.

The old man in gray clothes and the middle-aged monk from Baiqiaoyuan gave the same instructions and shot in the same way.

Seeing this, Han Li and the others did not dare to neglect, and followed him in with their weapons.