Living in the world of cultivation

Su Fan randomly found a team to follow, and listened to other cultivators chatting while waiting in line.

"Brother Sun, don't you have a friend in Tianyue Sect? Why didn't you ask..."

"There is no news about my friend. He just said that we will all be teleported to Qinglian Immortal City..."

"Qinglian Immortal City is so far away. We have to change several teleportation arrays along the way..."

"It is said that this recruitment will not be short..."

"Alas... I was a step slower. Lao He ran fast and rushed out of the city before the city was closed..."

"It's useless. You can't escape from Qingyang Immortal City. It won't take long for you to come back obediently..."

Su Fan listened to the chat between the two cultivators, took out a jade slip from his ring and put it on his forehead. After a while, he put down the jade slip.

Qinglian Immortal City is almost close to the central part. It belongs to the sphere of influence of the Qinglian Immortal Sect of the Yuanying Sect. It is already the most essential area in the Central Plains.

These foundation-building cultivators in the city may not understand the situation of this recruitment. I don't know how many cultivators here can survive today.

"Look, the sky... the sky..."

At this time, there were bursts of exclamations from the square, and the monks in line raised their heads and looked up at the sky.

Su Fan also looked in the direction of the people's fingers, and saw a shadow in the distant sky standing lightly in the void.

It seemed to come from the sky, with an indescribable sound and rhyme.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely shocking breath, like a vast ocean, covered the entire sky, as if a mountain was heavily pressing down on everyone's heart.

Some low-level monks in the city even collapsed directly to the ground. At this moment, even Su Fan was under tremendous pressure and felt that he could not move.

"Nascent Soul... Nascent Soul monk..."

"This... This is the old monster of the Nascent Soul..."

"The True Lord of the Nascent Soul has come to Qingyang Immortal City..."

At this time, dozens of figures flew up from all over the city, suspended in the air and respectfully saluted.

"Welcome to the True Lord..."

The illusory figure didn't pay any attention to the Jindan True Lords. He waved his hand, and a huge suction force sucked up thousands of figures from all over the city.

Among them were dozens of foundation-building cultivators in the square, and some were wearing the robes of the three major immortal sects.

These figures exploded and died as soon as they rose into the air, and countless blood and flesh splattered everywhere, like falling rain.

Su Fan moved his nose and immediately smelled a hint of the smell of the demon statue.

He really didn't expect that there were so many evil cultivators hidden in Qingyang Immortal City. Luotian Sect was really omnipresent.

In order to completely wipe out the evil cultivators in various places, Zhongyuan Immortal Sect even sent Yuanying True Lord.

Even if those evil cultivators hid in secret, they could not escape the detection of Yuanying True Lord, and could only die.

At this time, the huge phantom in the air began to slowly dissipate.

"Within a moment, any cultivator above the foundation building stage who does not respond to the recruitment will die!!"

At this time, a clear and profound voice came faintly, as if lingering in Su Fan's ears.

As soon as Yuanying Zhenjun finished speaking, countless figures flew up from all over the city, driving magic tools to the sky above the square.

There were nearly a thousand of them, including several Jindan Zhenren, all cultivators in the city who tried to escape the recruitment.

Looking at the cultivators coming from all over, Su Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In order to urge the cultivators in Qingyang Mountains to apply, Zhongyuan Xianzong even sent a Yuanying Zhenjun. Even the cultivators who escaped from Qingyang Xiancheng before the city was closed had to come back and apply.

At this time, it's better to respond to the recruitment honestly and think of a way when you get to the battlefield.

After a long wait, it was finally Su Fan's turn.

He came to a table, and opposite him sat a foundation building cultivator wearing the robes of the three major immortal sects.

In the square not far behind stood a tall Dharma tablet that was gleaming with light, and several Jindan Zhenren were standing there.

"Identity jade card..."

Su Fan handed over his identity jade card, and the foundation-building cultivator took it and threw it into a wooden barrel next to him, and then handed him a jade talisman.

"Put this jade talisman on the Demon-Suppressing Tablet..."

Su Fan took the jade talisman and asked, "I am from the Shuiyue Sect, should I be with the people of the sect..."

The foundation-building cultivator across the table glanced at him, then smiled bitterly.

"From now on, there is no distinction between sects..."

Su Fan nodded, then walked across the table to the Demon-Suppressing Tablet in the distance.

He came to the tall Dharma tablet, pasted the jade talisman on the Demon-Suppressing Tablet, the jade talisman flickered slightly a few times, and a tingling sensation came from his fingers.

Su Fan quickly took off the jade talisman, and saw a little blood seeping out of his middle finger.

His eyes quickly condensed, and he began to use his consciousness to check his body again and again.

After a while, he found a barely detectable bright red mark on his right arm.

Su Fan turned around and looked at the Demon-Suppressing Monument behind him.

His blood sample had been recorded in the Demon-Suppressing Monument, and a seal was left in his body.

Su Fan found a deserted place in the square and sat cross-legged, quietly guiding the thunder in the Dao Seed to wear away the bloody mark on his right arm over and over again.

As a result, no matter how he wore it away, he could not erase the bloody seal at all.

Later, Su Fan used "Yangji Disha" and "Erosion Bone Yinfeng" successively to continuously wear away the bloody mark, but the seal on his right arm remained motionless.

Su Fan sighed, this time he was done for.

He laughed at himself. It seemed that even if he went to the battlefield, he would hardly have a chance to escape.

For now, don't think about how to escape, but think more about how to survive.

Su Fan took out several storage rings and checked them one by one with his spiritual sense. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In any case, his supplies were still sufficient.

There was no shortage of living supplies or cultivation supplies, especially a large amount of supplies related to the Demon Sect, which had hardly been used since he came to the Central Plains.

At this time, the foundation-building monks in the square were running around, hoping to get some information.

There were even many people who formed temporary groups. Several people had come to ask Su Fan, hoping to join these temporary groups.

In the face of these people's recruitment, Su Fan declined all of them.

They were just cannon fodder to fill the pit in the past. What a fart group.

When they got to the battlefield, everyone would definitely be completely disrupted and redistributed. How could they be allowed to form a group?

After a while, a flying boat flew into the fairy city from the depths of the Qingyang Mountains and landed on the square. Hundreds of foundation-building cultivators from the Tianyue Sect walked down from the flying boat.

Then, flying boats continued to enter Qingyang Fairy City from all directions.

In addition to the sects and cultivation families near the fairy city, there were also a large number of scattered cultivators living in various places nearby. The foundation-building cultivators around Qingyang Fairy City were almost caught in one net.

The flying boat of the Shuiyun Sect also came, and all the dozen foundation-building cultivators in the sect came.

Su Fan also walked over. When the sect master Zuo Zonghao saw him, he quickly pulled him aside.

"Junior brother, you have been in Qingyang Fairy City. Have you found out any news?"

Looking at Zuo Zonghao who looked anxious, Su Fan thought for a while and told him what he knew.

After hearing Su Fan's words, Zuo Zonghao's face turned pale.

"Junior brother, who did you hear this news from..."

Su Fan smiled bitterly and said, "The news should be true. I heard it from the Jindan Zhenren of Ziwei Fairy Palace..."

Cheng Xi had already told Zuo Zonghao through Tianyue Sect that Meng Chao and Shen Yue were accepted as disciples.

After all, Shuiyun Sect was quite happy to have hooked up with the Jindan Zhenren of Yuanying Sect.

Hearing Su Fan say this, Zuo Zonghao sighed with a dead face.

"Junior brother, this is fate..."

"Sect Master, has the ancestor come? Go and ask him..."

"The ancestor has joined several Zhenren from the three major immortal sects and has left on the teleportation array first..."

After saying this, Zuo Zonghao patted Su Fan on the shoulder and turned away.

Looking at Zuo Zonghao's lonely back, if the war does not go well, all the cultivators of their generation will turn into nothingness.

This is fate...

At this time, a Jindan cultivator in the square suddenly soared into the sky and shouted loudly.

"From now on, the cultivators whose identity jade talismans have changed will begin to teleport..."

After hearing this, the foundation-building cultivators on the square took out their identity jade talismans and checked them. From time to time, some people walked towards the palace in the middle of the square.

Su Fan suddenly remembered that he had not seen the cultivators from Ziwei Fairy Palace from the East China Sea.

After all, there is a Yuanying Zhenjun behind their sect, which seems to be different from their small families.

Although they are all going to the front line as cannon fodder, they have to wait until all of them die before going up.

To be honest, he regretted it a little.

At that time, Cheng Xi gave him the opportunity to join Ziwei Fairy Palace, but Su Fan refused.

If he had known this, he would have agreed.

While Su Fan was thinking about it, the identity jade talisman on his waist suddenly vibrated.

Su Fan picked it up and saw that the jade talisman flickered slightly.

He turned around and looked at the Demon Suppression Monument and found that there was no one controlling it, which meant that the Demon Suppression Monument was automatically assigning tasks.

Su Fan laughed at himself, and his blood had left a mark on the Demon Suppression Monument.

Where the hell are they going to run to?

And just as he expected, this group of monks came from all over the square, and almost no one knew each other.

The magic weapon Demon-Suppressing Monument was indeed extraordinary. Just like the computer in the previous life, everyone was randomly assigned, and the monks could not form their own small groups.

Su Fan put away his identity jade talisman, came to the palace in the middle of the square, and walked in with the crowd.

Walking into the huge palace, the hall was very empty. A huge magic array with a diameter of nearly 100 meters was in the middle of the hall.

There were also more than a dozen small magic arrays with a diameter of more than 10 meters, scattered around the long-distance transmission array.

There were hundreds of monks in Su Fan's group, and they all walked up to the huge transmission array in the middle and stood.

He looked at his feet, and the ground was full of complicated magic patterns, densely covering the entire transmission array.

"The array is about to be opened, everyone pay attention..."

With the shout of the disciple on duty in the hall, the magic pattern on the long-distance transmission array lit up instantly.

"Buzz..."

A dull humming sounded, releasing a dazzling light.

Su Fan subconsciously closed his eyes, and felt that his whole body rolled up, as if he was falling sharply, with a feeling of being lost.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Fan felt his body shake.

When he opened his eyes, he found that he was still standing on the huge teleportation formation, but his people had arrived in another city.

Su Fan rubbed his temples, feeling that his head was swollen, and his soul was already scattered.

The people around him also covered their heads like him. Some of them were in a worse state of mind and their bodies were shaking. Some even sat down on the ground.

He followed the crowd out of the huge hall. There was also a square outside, where countless monks had gathered.

As soon as they walked out of the hall, several Qi-cultivating monks in the sect's standard robes came up to them and led them to a building near the square.

The square was noisy everywhere. People were chatting with each other in groups of three or five, and some were asking for news everywhere.

This place gave Su Fan the feeling of returning to the train station during the Spring Festival in his previous life.

At this moment, the monks from all directions may not have realized what kind of situation they will face in the future, so everyone is in a good mood.

There are also several huge demon-suppressing monuments erected in this square, but they are several times larger than those in Qingyang Immortal City.

Because Su Fan and others had just taken a long-distance transmission array, they needed to rest here for three days to recover their spirits.

Next, they changed several long-distance teleportation arrays in different immortal cities, and finally arrived at the destination of this trip, Qinglian Immortal City.

Although they would rest for three days each time they took the long-distance teleportation array, Su Fan, who had a strong soul, could not bear it after so many times.

Compared with Su Fan, the others were even more unbearable.

They were staggering one by one, and some cultivators were even helped out of the array.

The area of ​​the central square of Qinglian Immortal City was larger. The circumference of the square square was several miles long. There was a demon-suppressing stele several tens of feet high in the southeast, northwest and northeast of the square.

In front of each demon-suppressing stele, there were a large number of foundation-building cultivators lining up in several long queues.

Although the square was crowded with people and there was a constant flow of people everywhere, the cultivators here were very silent and their expressions were very heavy.

The air in the entire square seemed to be frozen, and the atmosphere seemed extremely depressing.

After several teleportations in succession, a lot of news had been spread. Although it had not been confirmed, everyone had guessed it roughly.

They were being sent to the front line to resist the invasion from the foreign Daluotian.

The monks who were teleported from all over the place walked out of the hall and were led to several demon-suppressing monuments and lined up silently at the back of the team.

Maybe everyone felt something. No one chatted or looked around. There was a tense atmosphere in the air.

Su Fan looked outside the square. Except for the teams of foundation-building monks who walked out of the square, there were almost no people on the street outside.

The shops on both sides of the street were all closed, and the entire Qinglian Immortal City had become the front base of the battlefield.

It took two hours to line up before Su Fan came. He registered with his new identity jade talisman and was randomly assigned to a team.

Every hundred people formed a team, and the leaders were all late-stage foundation-building monks sent by major sects.