The system gives me immortality, and I will eventually become invincible while I’m alive.

belch!

Chen Xun's face looked as if he had eaten shit, and he spat out another wisp of black smoke with great difficulty. Now his internal organs, consciousness and soul all felt like they had been scorched.

The big black bull was lying half beside him, its western hooves twitching. Before they could recover, all their power was wiped out by the flash of lightning. Fortunately, the system could add points to the next level in advance.

If they do not reach the threshold and break through the Hedao stage, then the 270 points of defense bonus may not be able to withstand it.

Of course, they won't take risks if they don't fill it up, but... the 350 points added by the system are not enough.

The Heavenly Tribulation had completely knocked them stupid, all their trump cards had been revealed, and two of their souls had been wiped out. If it hadn't been for the Jingqi Flower and another big trump card, the two of them would have ended up in the Tower of Babel.

In this Mahayana Heavenly Tribulation in the Immortal Realm, just one flash of lightning was enough to make them want to die. Their defenses were completely broken, and they were basically killed twice.

"Old Niu..." Chen Xun was missing a few teeth, his words were leaking, and the hand holding the ax was still shaking, "We really need to recuperate this time, our soul... has lost two .”

"Moo..." The big black cow mooed softly, without moving at all, maintaining a rather weird posture.

What legendary Mahayana venerable... He wants to drink health tea right now to stabilize his Taoist mind.

There was no surprise in the big black bull's heart. He jumped twice on the edge of death, only feeling that he would survive the disaster.

At this time, Chen Xun burped again with black smoke. He also became completely quiet, his mind was empty, and he sat and rested. This was the first time that he wanted to rest so much. He felt that sitting was so good.

The next day.

This strange appearance attracted the attention of a few Void Refining monks. A man with a calm face and a wooden sword on his back walked slowly towards them.

Beside the boulder, Chen Xun raised his eyelids slightly, feeling very tired. The big black bull still maintained its half-lying posture.

The man carrying a wooden sword came not far in front of them, cupped his hands and said: "Fellow Taoist, I wish you good luck. I have climbed to the 312th floor of the Bongtian Tower. What is happening to you is a disaster on a certain floor of the Bongtian Tower." Is something strange happening in the world?"

After Zhu Xian finished speaking, he smiled slightly, with a touch of confidence in his eyes, but he must not be conceited. If he could get more information, he would naturally ask more, and he wouldn't waste much time.

"Hehe. Hehe, fellow Taoist, I'm Chen Xun. Why, we just climbed to more than 100 Sheng, and we were struck by lightning..."

Chen Xun spoke while speaking and cupping his hands, with a clear smile, "Ah, fellow Taoist, you can climb to more than three hundred 'sheng'."

Zhu Xian's eyes opened slightly after hearing this. How come the immortal cultivators still let their words slip? How could more than a hundred levels make them look like this?

He also came from here, and the thunder there is not so exaggerated...

And why is this man burping and spitting out black smoke? Judging from his breath, he is undoubtedly a late-stage cultivator of the Void Refining Stage. Moreover, he came out of the Babel Tower, so he cannot be a senior.

Zhu Xian thought of this, shook his head and smiled: "So that's what happened. I was being rude. Fellow Taoist Chen Xun, see you in the future."

"it is good."

"Moo..."

Chen Xun greeted Da Hei Niu softly. He was so weak that he really couldn't recover in just one day.

Zhu Xian handed over his hands and walked away. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This may be the helplessness of ordinary monks. Just reaching the more than 100 floors of the Babel Tower has already exhausted all his strength.

The confidence and determination in his eyes were even stronger, and he immediately raised his head to look at the endless Tower of Babel.

Sudden.

A channel of clouds, mist, and golden light suddenly unfolded in the sky, like a long dragon.

Three domain-crossing space boats of different shapes flew in from the distant sky, with special patterns engraved on them. At a glance, it was obvious that they were the Xuanwei Tiandu's... Nine Dragons Xuanmen!

Zhu Xian's eyes were shocked, and the confidence in his eyes disappeared in an instant. He could only stare up in silence. There were too many legends about Jiulong Xuanmen.

But the most outstanding thing about this sect is not the genius, but their extremely special status. They have cultivated the path of tomb luck and forged immortal tombs for countless powerful immortals!

This sect is majestic and majestic, has strict rules, has a long heritage, and has an incomparably vast network of thousands of people.

Jiulong Xuanmen is a transcendent force that no real immortal power dares to offend at will. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is famous in a whole world.

I heard that the extremely distant Immortal Flower in the Clouds and the Immortal Tomb of Tianyun Immortal Kingdom were built here!

Zhu Xian was extremely shocked. Just the name alone made him lose all energy. He was so powerful that he was a cultivator in two worlds.

At this moment, there were also screams of alarm from some creatures of various races on the ground. It was not easy to see the monks of the Nine Dragons Xuanmen. Many creatures who had set their sights on the Tongtian List had already set their sights on them.

Over the sky.

One by one, the powerful Nine Dragon Xuanmen monks walked out of the space shuttle. Their men's and women's clothing were different. The male monks were dressed in black robes with nine red dragons embroidered on them. Their majesty and vastness made people feel heart-stopping.

The female monks wore long white skirts with nine silver-white dragons embroidered on them, as lifelike as white jade carvings, with cold and unsmiling faces.

These Nine Dragons Xuanmen monks lined up neatly and walked out of the cross-realm space boat. The aura exuding from their bodies was strong and sharp, and their eyes revealed a hint of coldness. They slightly overlooked the earth without saying a word.

There was a man and a woman standing at the front. The man was wearing a black jade crown. His eyes were as deep as the night, showing a sense of indifference and majesty, as if all the immortal cultivators on the plain were not interested in him.

And this is the contemporary Jiulong Xuanmen, the Seventh Young Master, Qiong Huayanbin.

According to legend, since he came into the world, he had the Dao Spiritual Root, above the Holy Spirit Root, and below the Immortal Spiritual Root, and he was the candidate to be the successor seed.

Standing next to him was a young girl with a delicate and three-dimensional face, delicate and powerful facial features, and skin as white as snow, smooth and delicate, revealing an almost condensed luster.

She smiled slightly, her hair hanging down like black feathers, fluttering gently in the breeze. It was Qionghua Shuiyu who had met Chen Xun once.

Qiong Huayanbin had no expression on his face and said indifferently: "Have Jiyan and the others left the Babel Tower? Xingchentian and the others won't pursue it any further."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Hedao monk walked up next to him and said respectfully: "Reporting to the Seventh Young Master, those who stayed behind saw them leaving the tower today, but there were so many people... they actually gathered in one place."

"I sent a message to those in Xingchentian, saying that since I have been released from the Immortal Prison, I will no longer care about you and have any grudges against you."

"Okay, I'll wait for him here."

Qiong Huayanbin's voice was extremely calm, and his eyes were focused in front of him, without even turning his head to look at the monk.

Qionghua Shuiyu stood aside with a smile on her face and said nothing.

She just followed Seventh Brother to see the world, and didn't participate in other things, and she didn't ask too many questions. She didn't understand.

Her eyes suddenly lit up when she looked at the ground, and she saw two familiar figures, those two extremely interesting fellow Taoists!