Immortal Immortal

The port is bustling with people.

Jindingmen not only attracted a large number of casual cultivators to the port, but also some sect forces that had interacted with the Ziqi Sect.

The neon lights flickered, reflecting the dense fog shrouding the port extremely brilliantly. The monks along the road seemed to be in a fairyland on earth.

Whoosh.

A flower boat measuring more than ten meters passed by in mid-air. The boat was full of orioles and swallows, and figures were hugging each other, immersed in a moment of joy.

When the Golden Cauldron Gate approaches, the great master Yuanying focuses on his own Taoism.

Their jurisdiction over the port began to be laissez-faire. Although various forces were mixed, the prosperity of the port reached its peak.

Countless casual cultivators sneak in every day, and the permanent population has more than tripled.

Notices for the purchase of flesh limbs were hung in the air, mixed with promotions for various magic weapons, and basic reconstructive surgeries were also mainstream.

The female leader on the bow sang softly, and her voice echoed in the streets and alleys.

"When I left, the flowers on the street were like brocade, but today the willows on the roof of the building are green again."

"I'm sorry, I'm waiting in the boudoir. I'm thinking of the day when Begonia blooms."

There are countless buskers on the street, and the Jinding Gate, which happens once in a century, involves the rise and fall of nearly a hundred Ziqi sects.

The power of the port will inevitably have its influence, and opportunities are hidden everywhere.

Even if you don't rely on orthodoxy, the increase in the flow of people at the port will make business easier. Almost every corner on the ground floor is lined with casual cultivators setting up stalls selling spiritual materials and sundries.

The second floor of the port also benefits a lot, especially the Qingshan Wine Shop, which is full of wine.

Even if corpse wine has no medicinal effect, it can still attract a large number of monks to buy it, especially the dream wine that can make them drunk.

It is said that there are casual cultivators who specialize in reselling Dameng wine on the outside black market.

Among the people passing by, there were also many low-level monks who came to the port to catch their luck during the Golden Cauldron Gate period, and most of them were in the General Period.

Their bodies are covered with traces of decay, and they usually do some hard work in the port.

Boom boom boom.

The nine-story small world outside the outer door began to shake, and smoke and dust suddenly filled the air.

The meteorite belt where the port is located was not affected, but a steady drizzle caused the casual cultivators to rush to hide under the eaves.

The crowd was noisy because they knew the Golden Cauldron Gate was approaching.

I don’t know how many alchemy-forming weapons will be destroyed in the Golden Cauldron Sect. After all, only a few can be promoted to the "inner sect" deep underground.

The shaking intensified.

The small world on the first floor roared continuously, and then a giant eyeball of a hundred meters was revealed.

The giant eyeball serves as the gate of the Taoist "pupil mirror" of the district. At the top are magnificent Taoist temples with thousands of utensils.

The flesh and blood foundation of the mountain gate goes straight into the ground, and the pupil mirror is pulled by the furnace to move slowly.

The casual cultivator showed admiration on his face.

For them, even the low-level orthodoxy of the Ziqi sect is out of reach, and the status of a handyman like Taoist Qingqiu is enough for casual cultivators to fight for their heads.

"The Taoist tradition of the first district, Tong Jing."

Tongjing's Daozi shouted loudly, and the mountain-protecting array revealed its aura.

Although it is theoretically impossible for disciples of middle and low-level Taoism to achieve the inner sect due to their low qualifications, they will still participate in the Jinding Sect, mainly seeking opportunities to advance to higher levels.

The high-grade traditions of the ninth district were all promoted from the first district thousands of years ago.

The Tongjing Mountain Gate left the small world on the first floor and hung upside down on the rock wall of the central pit, waiting for the rest of the Taoism to return to their places one after another.

If you want to get to District 9, you have to crawl tens of thousands of meters deep underground.

Even the nearest District Eight is still a long way away, which shows the importance of District Nine in the Ziqi Sect.

There are constant earthquakes.

One after another, low-ranking Taoists climbed out, and the mountain gate took on all kinds of strange appearances.

There is an orthodox "Thousand Years Vine", which is made entirely of vines. The weapon is built inside the mountain gate. The spine must be connected to the vines, otherwise it will be thrown into a deep pit accidentally.

This is the first time for most casual cultivators to see so many Taoist traditions.

They discussed among themselves that the port transactions had temporarily come to a standstill, and even the Sihai Weapon Refining Shop was no longer open to the public.

Taoist Qingqiu walked out of the weapon refining shop, flanked by three apprentice weapon cultivators.

Although there were many conflicts at the beginning, as time went by, Li Mo's status in the mass burial furnace became higher and higher, and they did not dare to object.

Apprentice Qi Xiu Xue Di couldn't help but said: "I heard that the Taoist disciples introduced by various Taoist traditions have reached the stage of alchemy transformation. Is Taoist Qingtian confident about entering the inner sect?"

"It's dangerous, but as long as Taoist Qingtian is here, there will definitely be no problem in returning to Jindingmen next time."

Taoist Qingqiu didn't reply, staring in the direction of District 8 with a subtle expression.

Based on her understanding of Li Mo, the latter's apparent strength is just the tip of the iceberg. This time the Jinding Sect will definitely shock the Ziqi Sect.

Moreover, Li Mo had notified Taoist Qingqiu in advance.

If the Golden Cauldron Sect lasts for too long, Taoist Qingqiu can contact the Heart Beast Black Market on his own to provide resources to the Buddhist layman.

"Not necessarily. How could Taoist Qingtian have the character of being second to none?"

Xue Di looked at Taoist Qingqiu and didn't understand why the latter said that. Taoist Qingtian, who had just been promoted, really planned to suppress his peers?

While they were talking, the Shanmen of Zhongpin Taoism began to appear.

The Taoist tradition of the fourth district is "Blood Mountain and Sea". The mountain gate is a pile of blood and flesh, and the pores on the surface emit pungent waste gas.

The Taoist tradition of the five districts is "Taishanggu", and the mountain gate is like a tail vertebra.

The "Three Peaks of Fallen Dust" of the Taoist tradition in the fourth district are actually three giant human heads sewn together, with the Taoist temple located on the face.

The Taoist Tradition of the Sixth District "Baili Fushan"...

None of the Taoist traditions has the powerful Nascent Soul in charge. The alchemy cultivator is the main force of the Jinding Sect, which will affect the foundation of the next hundred years.

The powerful Nascent Soul should all have gone to the ninth district.

In the lower-middle-level Taoism, they saw countless alchemy cultivators who had never been born before.

There are several alchemy weapon cultivators who can feel the suffocating aura even from a very far distance, at least they are already in the alchemy stage.

The alchemy cultivator standing at the top of the mountain gate is not a very talented person.

"coming……"

Some casual cultivators couldn't help but mutter to themselves that the lower-middle-grade Taoism was already present, followed by the high-grade Taoism at the core of the Ziqi Sect.

Taiping Aoki took the lead in breaking out of District 7.

His Dan Daozi's body is over ten meters tall, but his skin and flesh are all made of wood, and his limbs like branches are constantly experiencing withering and prosperity.

The mountain gate of Taiping Qingmu is a giant tree, with a large amount of wood spiritual materials planted on its surface.

"Mu Taoist."

Taoist Qingqiu narrowed her eyes. According to the information she collected, Taoist Mu had reached the elixir transformation stage, and his three-dimensional body was still a secret, and his strength was hard to estimate.

"The Seventh District Taoism, Taiping Qingmu."

The monks at the port held their breaths. The aura of Mu Taoist was really too terrifying, as if his flesh and blood would shrink if he looked at him.

If nothing else goes wrong, Mu Taoist will definitely occupy an inner sect position.

The Taoist traditions "Luojixinghuo" and "Shitaishi", both from the seventh district, followed closely behind, and the momentum of the two Taoist disciples was obviously slightly inferior.

Of course, they have also reached the stage of elixir transformation.

There is no communication between the orthodox members. They have been in seclusion for decades just for the Golden Cauldron Sect. They don’t want to reveal the slightest flaw due to slackness.

The alchemy cultivator looked towards District 8, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

After a few breaths, a heat wave swept over me.

Leaving the small world behind the quicksand-shaped mountain gate is the "Burning Sand Land" of the Eighth District Tradition.

The Daozi of Fenshadi is called "Fenmu Zhenjun". His skin is made of countless gravels, and thick magma flows in the gaps.

Lord Fenmu snorted coldly.

He noticed that the rest of the orthodoxy were still staring at the entrance and exit of District 8, paying no attention to him, and couldn't help but feel an unknown fire in his heart.

"Qingtian..."

Fenmu Zhenjun squeezed out two words from his mouth.

He had heard the name Qingtian Taoist as early as during his retreat. It was said that his qualifications were unprecedented. Even if his cultivation was not at the pseudo-alchemy stage, it was still recognized that he could be promoted to the inner sect.

Fenmu Zhenjun does not think that the ability of the false elixir phase is the enemy of the transformed elixir phase.

So what if the five realms are different? The difference in realm is enough to crush the talent.

With Qingtian Taoist's reputation, he will probably be the first to be eliminated by the Jinding Sect, and it is not impossible that the Taoism will even disappear if he dies.

If it weren't for True Lord Fenmu who didn't want to offend the Mass Burial Incinerator, he would have personally attacked and killed him.

While he was thinking, the other Taoists burst into bursts of breath, not as a demonstration, but because of emotional fluctuations.

There was even more uproar at the port.

Just the phantom of the mountain gate of the eighth-floor small world was revealed, causing thousands of casual cultivators to rush to the street and look at the entrance and exit.

Fenmu Zhenjun couldn't help but look at a mountain of piles of waste, which was gradually approaching.

Compared to other Daozi, Li Mo's state seemed much more leisurely.

Li Mo's eyes were closed tightly, and he was sitting cross-legged in front of the main hall. His tall body was covered with tattoos, and his forehead was the piercing eye of Yin Yang Tai Chi.

What concerned Fenmu Zhenjun was that the dozens of alchemy cultivators who were mass buried in the furnace were willing to obey Taoist Qingtian's orders.

You must know that the alchemy cultivators are basically those who are higher than Taoist Qingtian, and there are three mountains in the individual alchemy stage, but Taozi is in the pseudo-alchemy stage.

Li Mo ignored the countless eyes staring at him and still practiced with his eyes closed.

Most of Daozi had never come into contact with Li Mo, so they couldn't help but feel that the other party was not worthy of his name.

The mass burial incinerator climbed out of the eight-story small world and attached to the rock wall. At this time, there was a rustling sound from the bottom, and the mountain rubble slid down.

Ever since the Qiongshan Hearth Uprising, instability has occasionally occurred.

Fen Disha was on the side of the mass burial incinerator, and Fen Mu Zhenjun was breathing heavily, his eyes full of malice, trying to see clearly the reality of Li Mo.

Li Mo felt the strange movement of the mass burial incinerator, and his consciousness came back to his senses.

According to True Monarch Jiutu, it was because of the treacherous furnace that Qiong Mountain turned into that the corpse of Yuanying Mighty One was too terrifying.

If Li Mo Jiedan hadn't caused the altitude to suddenly increase by nearly 20 meters, the True Monarch of the Old Land might have consumed massive resources to try to ban it.

The monks couldn't help but be attracted by the mass burial furnace. Before they could react, Li Mo suddenly opened his left eye.

The left eye turned into a full moon, and the gray pupils could be seen like the surface of a meteorite.

"The Great Dark."

The mass burial furnace was plunged into darkness.

After only half a breath, the mountain gate returned to its original state, and the restlessness of the furnace also subsided.

Li Mo is still practicing with his eyes closed.

Fenmu Zhenjun's pupils shrank slightly. Although they were only a hundred meters apart, he didn't see Li Mo's movements clearly. This person was by no means simple.