A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

"The three of us naturally know what's going on, but when the Mulan people attacked all the way, they captured many monks. Most of them were Taoist friends from the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, but there were also many supporting disciples from our sects and sects. Listening to what the messenger preached, this group of people numbered a thousand." Master Zhiyang said with a gloomy expression.

"How do you say this? If they don't accept the bet, they dare to kill and capture the prisoners. If this is the case, the Mulan people are not afraid that we will use other means to retaliate?" The old man surnamed Kuang blurted out in surprise.

"The messenger didn't say anything about killing prisoners, but he said he would give us a chance to rescue these monks. In addition to betting on these materials in ten gambling battles, they also added hundreds of dollars in each game. The remaining monks are captured. As long as we win, these people can be released." Master Zhiyang continued.

Upon hearing this, the old monsters present looked at each other in confusion.

At first glance, it seems that there are not many of these more than a thousand monks, and most of them are low-level monks with low cultivation level. It seems that they do not need to be threatened by the other party at all. But if anyone really proposes not to save these people, they will immediately become the target of public criticism.

You must know that these monks are nothing, but the families and sects they represent are numerous. In particular, many of the monks were captured by the Mulan people in order to delay the Mage offensive. If we don't save him, the morale of the army will be greatly reduced before the battle begins, and the low-level monks will feel chilled. Many people will no longer fight to the death with all their strength.

"I didn't expect these prairie barbarians to be able to use such tricks. In the past few invasions, it seemed that they rarely used tricks, but this time they were very vicious. Even though we knew it was wrong, we had to go there. It jumped." Long Han sighed and said in agreement.

How could the others not understand what Long Han said. He also felt helpless in his heart, secretly cursing the Mulan people for their cunning.

"It seems that everyone has understood that we have to accept this gambling battle. No matter what the other side's intentions are. We must defeat the opposing magician in the gambling battle, otherwise the blow to morale will be huge. And look. The method of gambling proposed by the other party does not look like someone who would do anything in the battle. Most of them have other ideas. Therefore, fellow Taoists who participate do not have to worry about suffering any hidden losses. If there is anything inappropriate, we will also We will directly take action to stop this battle. Of course, since this is a life-and-death battle, whether you are willing to fight or not depends entirely on the voluntary participation of all fellow Taoists. The three of us will not force it." Master Zhiyang glanced at everyone in the hall and solemnly said said.

"Voluntary?" As soon as these words reached the ears of the old monsters, everyone sneered in their hearts, and then remained silent with twinkling eyes.

No one is stupid! Not to mention that there is something fishy about this gambling war, but there is nothing fishy about it, and no one is willing to fight to the death. After all, who has reached the current state of cultivation, who has not been able to survive hundreds of years of hard training. How could he risk his life so easily?

Han Li also looked indifferent and had no plans to make a move. Although he didn't mind contributing to this war, he had to do so without endangering his life. The last battle at Huanglong Mountain almost killed him, and he didn't want to go through it again.

Seeing the expressions of everyone in the hall, the old devil Hehuan's face darkened and he snorted coldly. The hum was bone-chilling, and it was so shocking that the faces of the monks present changed slightly, but everyone was still sitting high, and no one stood up to say anything.

Seeing this, Master Zhi Yang shook his head, with a hint of helplessness on his face. Wei Wuya narrowed his eyes and said nothing, not knowing what he was thinking.

In such an embarrassing situation, Master Zhiyang did not let it continue any longer and spoke again:

"My two Taoist friends and I discussed it before coming here. This gambling battle is really dangerous. Therefore, if the monks who participate in the battle win, the rare materials won in the gambling battle will be privately owned by the winning Taoist friends, which can be considered to make up for this. The risk of going into battle for the first time. I wonder what you fellow Taoists think? And as far as I know, a few fellow Taoists seem to be lacking some rare materials in cultivation and cannot find them anywhere. The three of us do have some collections, too. It can satisfy these Taoist friends."

As soon as Master Zhiyang finished speaking, his eyes swept across the faces of several of them. Among them was Han Li.

Han Li's heart trembled, and he became a little confused.

The other people were not ordinary monks, and they also had expressions of surprise and suspicion on their faces.

Although the Taoist priest mentioned the tempting conditions and most people's faces were moved by it, no one came forward and offered to participate in the gambling battle.

But at this moment, Wei Wuya, who had remained speechless, suddenly raised his head and looked at the Broken Soul Master beside him, moved his lips slightly, and actually transmitted the message.

The expression of the Broken Soul Master who was originally lowered his head and eyebrows changed. His face was first shocked, and then showed a look of surprise.

After listening to a few more words, Master Broken Soul opened and closed his mouth silently, and started talking with Wei Wuya.

After a while, Master Broken Soul looked hesitant, his face uncertain.

At the same time, the big man in black robe also sent a message to the old devil Hehuan.

This old devil had always had a nonchalant expression since he arrived in the hall, but when he heard the message from the great elder of his sect, he immediately frowned and his expression became gloomy. I don’t know what the big man told him.

"Okay, as long as the Master can keep his promise, what's the point of taking a risk?" Master Broken Soul thought for a while and said this.

Hearing this, the other old monsters were stunned.

But at this moment, Old Demon Yunlu also spoke:

"Since all fellow Taoist Broken Souls have participated, I would like to go there as well. It would be a pity not to have so many rare materials." The old devil said with a sneer. But there was a hint of sullenness between his eyebrows, as if he was full of displeasure.

The other monks looked at each other. Although they didn't say anything, they were secretly surprised.

No matter how they were persuaded, it still made the others feel uneasy.

Sure enough, the following three monks spoke to several people in detail one after another. As a result, after hearing this, most of these people agreed to the gambling trip with joy or sorrow. Only two people shook their heads with cold faces and rejected the matter.

When Han Li saw this scene, all sorts of thoughts began to swirl in his mind. But at this moment, Master Zhi Yang's voice reached his ears.

"Fellow Daoist Han, I heard that you are collecting a large number of Geng Jing everywhere. Is it true?"

Han Li had some vague expectations, but upon hearing this, his heart beat twice. The fact that he asked the Tiandao Alliance to help him collect Geng Jing was not a confidential matter. It was not surprising that the other party knew about it.

"Yes, Han indeed needs some Geng-refined magic weapons. Does Fellow Taoist Zhiyang have a large amount of these in his hands?" Han Li calmed down and asked calmly.

"Haha! Fellow Daoist Han's guess is correct. Fellow Daoist Wei and I each have a large piece of Geng Essence in our hands. The quantity should be enough for fellow Daoist. Is Fellow Daoist Han interested in taking a look?" Master Zhiyang said with a smile.

"I will first see if Geng Jing is satisfied before I consider participating in the war." Han Li pondered for a moment and replied without saying anything.

Master Zhiyang chuckled and agreed.

So in a short period of time, five people agreed to the matter, and a few others, like Han Li, had to think carefully before giving an accurate answer. But this has already made Zhiyang and others very satisfied.

Immediately, he stopped communicating with others and began to make specific arrangements on how to deal with the army of mages.

Sitting in the hall, listening to the old monsters discussing the reality of the magician army, and how to use formation flags and other formation equipment to deal with the magicians' extremely difficult spiritual magic array and other details, but Han Li's mind was already far away. , thinking about Geng Jing.

To be honest, Han Li was not very satisfied with the power of his real magic weapon, the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword.

This is not to say that the flying sword is less powerful than other monks' natal magic weapons. It's because the enemies he encounters are either extremely weak or extremely strong. For an extremely weak opponent, there is no need to use the flying sword at all, and the opponent can be killed with just Qingyuan Sword Qi. As for extremely powerful enemies, their cultivation levels are generally higher than his, so flying swords are really useless.

However, when he saw the last magical power of the Qingyuan Sword Art, the Dageng Sword Formation, written on the page, Han Li understood the terrifying power of the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword combined with the Qingyuan Sword Art. Even if he could only display the power of this sword formation, A small part is enough to compete with the late Nascent Soul monks.

As for the Xu Tian Cauldron, although it was boasted by Yin Yue, how powerful it actually was. Han Li had always been suspicious until he saw it with his own eyes.

Therefore, this Great Geng Sword Formation will definitely be his great magical power in the future to establish himself in the world of immortality.

In this way, he will definitely get a lot of Geng Jing. Otherwise, the sword array cannot be sacrificed.

But is it really necessary to participate in a gambling war? Han Li was still undecided. After thinking for a while, I decided to look at the amount of Gengen Essence provided by the other party. If enough Geng Essence is provided, he has great hope of refining it into the Great Geng Sword Formation, and it might not be a bad idea to participate in this gambling battle.

As long as his opponent is not those Mulan masters, he will naturally not be afraid of anyone. It was the Mulan people who had done something in the gambling war. With the power of the Wind and Thunder Wings and the Purple Sky Fire, a mere barrier can really trap him.

Han Li made a plan in his mind, calmed down again, and began to listen carefully to the discussions of the monks.

The party lasted for nearly an hour. Among the three monks, Master Zhiyang was obviously the main one, and the old demon Hehuan made supplementary remarks from time to time. Wei Wuya, on the other hand, was taciturn and didn't say a few words in total.

However, during the discussion, both Master Zhiyang and Old Demon Hehuan clearly looked down upon Long Han. When encountering matters related to the Tiandao Alliance, they will ask for their opinions. It seems that Long Han and his wife can fight against the words of one of the three major monks, which is true.

In the end, everything was finally discussed, and most of the monks who did not participate in the gambling war were assigned some more specific responsibilities.

Then when Master Zhiyang said, "Fellow Taoists, go back and prepare," everyone said goodbye and left. But three monks were left alone, including Han Li.

The other two people, one is the old demon Yunlu, and the other is a beautiful woman with a bloodless complexion. This woman, like Han Li, remained silent during the discussion just now.

(I really can’t hold on, so I can only do one chapter. Sigh, we are really not the material to grab monthly tickets. I know that if I code two more chapters in the last few days, I will definitely have a lot of monthly tickets, but I just don’t have the ability to code quickly, and I don’t have the ability to save the manuscript now. Use it. It is estimated that there are not many people who write so slowly at the starting point. Just give me a monthly pass. I, a turtle sketch writer, must go to bed first. Staying up late like this is really too much for my body. Don’t wait until the book is finished. Before, he fell down first. Please forgive me!)