A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

The three people slowly walked to the middle of the hall and stopped side by side.

Standing in the middle, a ferocious-looking man in black robes spoke coldly:

"There is no need to introduce who the three of us are. Even if there are some who don't know the three of us, they should know each other by now. This party is hosted by the three of us. Does anyone have any objections?"

The black-robed man's voice was extremely cold. As soon as he said these words, a huge aura suddenly emerged from his body, and then a huge spiritual pressure descended on the entire hall. After the monks here sensed the unfathomable spiritual energy fluctuations, their expressions changed slightly. .

But while Han Li was shocked by this man's powerful magic power, he was also surprised in his heart.

Judging from the cold demonic aura on this person, he must be the old demon of Hehuan from the Demonic Path. But this old devil's appearance was really different from what he imagined. He is said to be the great elder of the Hehuan Sect, but his skills look more like the Demonic Skills of the Ghost Spirit Sect!

Han Li didn't know that all the great elders of Hehuan Sect were known as the Old Demon of Hehuan. Although the technique practiced by the big man in black robe is actually a kind of magic technique that has little to do with the Hehuan Sect, he still has to be called the Hehuan Old Demon.

At this time, after others felt the fear of the big man, although they felt a little uncomfortable, they were not stupid enough to jump out and challenge the authority of the three monks.

For a moment, the whole hall was silent, which could be considered as acquiescence to what the old devil Hehuan said just now.

"Okay. Since I have no objections, I won't talk nonsense below. In fact, there is no time to talk nonsense. Just this morning, the Mulan people sent an envoy and sent a letter of challenge. They said that if they don't agree to it, If the conditions are met, we will execute him in a deadly battle at the border in seven days." The man in black robe said expressionlessly.

"Gauntlet?"

"Seven days later?"

"What conditions?"

There was a commotion among the monks.

"What Brother Yi just said is true. This is the opponent's letter of challenge. All fellow Taoists, read it over first, and then we will discuss countermeasures. Although the war will come earlier than we expected, with the magical powers of everyone here, is it really possible? Are you afraid of the Mulan people?" The Taoist priest carrying the sword chuckled and said calmly.

Although his voice was not loud, once it reached the ears of everyone present, it was like a breeze blowing on their faces, making everyone feel cool and immediately feel calm.

The other monks were startled, and the commotion immediately subsided, but someone murmured in a low voice.

"Taizhen Sect's Meditation Technique is really a bit of a secret."

Hearing these unconvincing words, the middle-aged Taoist priest didn't even hear it. Instead, he took out a bright red jade slip from his robe, threw it to an old man in gray robe opposite, and said with a smile:

"This is a challenge from the Mulan people. Fellow Taoist, please take a look at it first."

After the old man was startled, he silently held the jade slip in his hand, scanned the contents with his spiritual consciousness, his expression suddenly darkened, and then he threw the jade slip directly to the person beside him with a cold face.

The man took the jade slip and looked at it curiously, his expression equally ugly.

While the monks were circulating the challenge letter one by one, Han Li looked at the Taoist priest and the old man in green shirt respectively.

The Taoist priest was about forty years old, with crystal white skin and regular and elegant facial features, which made people fall in love with him at first sight. He should be Master Zhiyang of the Tai Zhen Sect of the Righteous Path Alliance.

As for the old man in green shirt, he looked too ordinary in appearance. There was nothing special about him in either his clothes or his appearance. The only thing that caught Han Li's attention was that the old man actually had long nails on his fingers. The nails looked extremely sharp, were purple-black in color, and shone with a faint light, which was really eye-catching.

This person is naturally Wei Wuya, the great elder of the Nine Nations Alliance.

Wei Wuya seemed to feel Han Li's gaze, and turned his head to look at Han Li. After their eyes met, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he actually smiled at Han Li.

Han Li responded with a slightly embarrassed smile, but he couldn't help but think to himself. If this person knew what happened between him and Nangong Wan, I wonder if he would still be able to smile at him.

Just as Han Li was thinking about it, Long Han on one side had already read the jade slip passed to his hand and threw it to Han Li with an ugly expression.

Seeing the expressions of the people in front of him, Han Li became a little curious.

Immediately, he immersed his mind in the bamboo slips and started reading without moving his expression.

After a while, Han Li frowned and pulled out his consciousness, and silently handed the jade slip to another monk.

Not long after, the entire jade slip was circulated, and everyone looked unhappy. One or two people even snorted unbearably after reading it.

"Fellow Taoists, after reading the letter of challenge, I wonder what you think." The Supreme Master of the Taizhen Sect asked with a half-smile.

"What a loud tone. Let's give up half of Tiannan to them. Do they think they can definitely defeat us?" A man in brocade robes with a sinister look said coldly.

"That's right. As long as we give up some land, we can turn the war into friendship. They think we don't know that the Mulan people are just lost dogs now. I'm afraid we don't need to fight them, just dragging them down bit by bit can slowly bring them down. It's so exhausting." Another fat old man said with a treacherous look on his face.

"Friend Lu, what do you mean by this? Is it because your Qianhuan Sect is deep in the south of the sky, so you don't care about the life and death of our sects. Of course you Qianhuan Sect don't care if we fight a protracted war. But what about the foundation of our sect? What to do?" A swarthy man sitting next to the fat old man Fei said with an evil look on his face.

"Isn't this for the sake of everyone? If the sect is gone, it can be rebuilt, but if a person dies, he cannot be resurrected." The fat old man was not afraid of the dark man at all. He glanced at him sideways and said calmly.

"Hmph! It's easy for you to say that. If our countries were abandoned, why would us monks block the army of magicians for your magic way? We might as well move the entire sect to your Tianluo Kingdom, otherwise we would not die. One person." Another person said coldly.

"you…… "

"Enough. The decision on whether to fight a protracted war has already been made. There is no need to discuss it anymore. What we have to do now is how to deal with the Mulan army of magicians, not to let you fight." The black-robed man Hearing this, his face darkened, and he suddenly yelled a few words.

When the three of them saw that it was the old devil of Hehuan who had spoken, although they were dissatisfied, they obediently shut up.

After all, in the world of immortality, strength speaks for itself.

"Actually, the dispute between the three Taoist friends is not necessary at all. We have already calculated it. With the momentum of the army of magicians coming in this time, it is impossible to fight a protracted war. If most of Tiannan's strength is not concentrated, it will be impossible. Stop the opponent's offensive at all. With the power of one sect and one country alone, I am afraid that it will collapse immediately upon contact. By then, the person who will be consumed by the power will most likely be ourselves. Therefore, this war must be fought, and Mu Mu must be defeated. Lan Ren was crippled. There is absolutely nothing to be lucky about." Master Zhiyang also looked solemn.

Upon hearing this, the other monks whispered for a while and then became quiet again.

"But what kind of tricks are the Mulan people doing? Let's fight. Why do they have to start a gambling war first? And they dare to make such a heavy bet. There are so many precious materials that even the big sects will never be able to produce. "Yes. Didn't you say that Mulan Grassland has few cultivation resources?" Dongmen Tu from the Yuling Sect suddenly asked with his eyes flashing.

"I do know that the Mulan Grassland is indeed poor in resources, but it is relatively speaking. The spiritual stone mines and some commonly used raw material production areas are indeed small compared to the huge number of magicians. However, there are many rare materials in the Mulan Grassland. There are even some that are richer than ours in Tiannan. It’s not unusual to be able to come up with so much material." Another person seemed to know a lot about the Mulan people and explained.

"That's it. But are they so confident that they can definitely win the gambling battle? Except for the late Yuanying monks, everyone else can participate. One bet is ten games, and it is still a bet of life and death. Do they think that we monks are all Can you squeeze it out of mud?" Dongmen Tu said slowly, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Everyone here is not a scheming person. Naturally, they know that the Mulan people must have some tricks or hidden tricks when they propose this gambling war. I couldn't help but think about what was wrong with it.

Han Li was also a little puzzled.

The challenge letter I just read made it very clear. This gambling battle was held in front of the two sides' formations, so it was impossible to use any assassination methods. Moreover, the monks who went to battle directly brought the precious materials they had bet on to compete. The winner can directly take away the opponent's storage bag.

The only strange thing is that the challenge book clearly states that these ten gambling battles must be held at the same time, and even if the monk loses, he is not allowed to escape. You can only die on the spot. For this reason, the gambling battle is held in a closed space barrier. This barrier is formed by the deployment of personnel by both sides, and during the gambling war, personnel are also dispatched to supervise the operation of the magic circle. To prevent the other party from doing anything.

"However, no matter what tricks the Mulan people have, this seems to be a good opportunity for us. If we can kill a few more high-level magicians before the army fights, it will definitely be of great help to us."

"Hmph, I'm afraid the Mulan people have the same idea as you."

One person hesitated to say it, and the other person immediately retorted with a sneer.

"What's there to think about? If the Mulan people want to wager a war, we will wager a war. There is no need at all. After seven days, we will still follow our own arrangements and there is no need to accept any gambling war. In this way, the other side will have any more tricks. , has also been cracked." It was the old man surnamed Kuang from Ni Hangzhai who said this disdainfully.

"Unfortunately, although what Fellow Daoist Kuang said makes sense, we must participate in this gambling battle, and we must win." Master Zhiyang sighed and said somewhat helplessly.

"What? What does the Master mean by this? We can't be led by the Mulan people!" The old man surnamed Kuang frowned and said with some dissatisfaction.

Several of the other old monsters nodded and agreed with this statement.

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