Celestial being

With a thought in his mind, Yuan Ming took out the white jade slip from the Heaven Stealing Cauldron. His consciousness was absorbed into it, and four large golden characters came into view.

"The Art of Heavenly Evolution? What an overbearing name..." He muttered to himself and continued to look down.

According to the records on the jade slips, if you practice this secret technique to a high level, you can deduce the trajectory and changes of everything.

This technique can not only be used to predict the future, but can also be used to deduce other things, such as predicting changes in powerful phantom formations, comprehending obscure and difficult skills and secrets, etc. One method can be used for many purposes.

Yuan Ming was very moved when he saw it, and immediately went to look up the specific cultivation methods behind it.

"Tai Chi generates two rituals and two rituals, the birthday and the moon, the sun and the moon generate the four o'clock, the four o'clock generates the five elements and the five elements generate the twelve months, and the twelve months generate the twenty-four qi, which combine to fifty..."

"Each hexagram has six lines, six, eight and forty-eight, plus two lines for heaven and earth..."

Yuan Ming looked at it for a while and frowned.

These sentences were almost a discussion of Taoism and Mystery. When he read them, he knew every word, but when he thought about them carefully, he felt that there was something hidden in them. From his perspective, he had no clue at the moment.

He shook his head, temporarily put away the jade slips, and came to the main hall.

Bi Shuirou is still waiting here without any impatience.

"I have kept you Taoist Bishui waiting for a long time. Please reply to Fusang Island. I will participate in this secret realm competition." Yuan Ming said.

"Okay." Bishuirou's eyes lit up, she agreed, and left quickly.

Yuan Ming did not stay in the main hall for long. He returned to his residence, set up a soundproof ban, and continued to comprehend the art of Tianyan.

However, no matter how hard he comprehended and tried every means to get started, he gained nothing. Instead, he became dizzy and exhausted.

Yuan Ming had no choice but to stop, concentrate on regulating his breathing, and quickly recovered.

He did not continue to comprehend this secret technique, got up and left the mansion, heading towards Fuso City.

Since you are going to enter a strange and mysterious realm full of unknown crises, you naturally need to make some preparations in advance.

The jade slip sent by Fusang Island specifically emphasized that it would be better to prepare more magic weapons and talismans with star attributes, and it would be better to get star magic weapons.

Yuan Ming didn't know what he meant by this, but he didn't think it was malicious.

No matter how bold Fuso Island is, as long as those things are thrown into the space of the Tiantian Cauldron, no conspiracy will be able to take effect.

Early the next morning, the top sixteen selected by the Immortal Fruit Club gathered in front of a remote gray-white hall in Fuso City.

The main hall occupies a large area and has a very strange shape. It is in the shape of a quadrangular pyramid with a square base, which becomes narrower as it goes up, until it forms a straight spike at the top. It has a sense of primitiveness and primitiveness, and is different from other places in Fuso City. The buildings are completely different.

There is a plaque hanging at the entrance of the main hall with the three characters "Vacuum Palace" written on it. This is where the ancient teleportation array of Fuso City is located.

The Nascent Soul Stage monks on the first-class islands all entered the Vacuum Palace at this moment.

Although the ancient teleportation array on Fuso Island can lead to the outer sea border, there are many restrictions on its activation. It can only be used once every three months, and the number of people teleported each time is also very small.

This time, seventeen people were to be teleported at once, so a group of Nascent Soul Stage monks rectified the ancient teleportation array.

"Vacuum Palace? This name is a bit strange. I thought this place would be called Teleportation Palace, Waihai Palace or something like that?" Yuan Ming stood alone in a corner, communicating with a silver-haired young man through sound transmission.

"I know this. This vacuum palace was not built on Fuso Island. It is said to have existed here since ancient times. It was a product of the same period as the ancient teleportation array. It has gone through many years of wind and rain, but it is still standing today. As for the name of the main hall, it also comes from ancient times." said the silver-haired young man.

Yuan Ming raised his eyebrows. This ancient teleportation array is said to have existed for tens of thousands of years. Is it possible that this weird hall has also stood for tens of thousands of years?

His consciousness spread over and tried to explore the Vacuum Temple, but before he could get close, he was isolated by an invisible force.

Yuan Ming was not surprised. This ancient teleportation array was of great significance to Fuso Island, so it naturally had to impose many restrictions.

"How are you prepared? Can you buy the star magic weapon and talisman?" Yuan Ming calmed down, stopped paying attention to the vacuum palace, and asked the silver-haired young man.

"It's okay. Blood Swallow Island gave me some, and I also prepared a few myself." The silver-haired young man said casually.

This silver-haired young man was a monk from Blood Swallow Island participating in the third competition, but he was actually disguised as Ulu. He hid it from everyone present, but not from Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming entered the Stealing Heaven Cauldron last night, trying to find out what Fusang Island was up to. Fusang Island's intention was not found out, but he accidentally discovered the scene of Ulu transforming into a silver-haired young man.

"You are really brave. You actually changed your appearance and pretended to be someone else. You won't take it lightly if you are found out." Yuan Ming said via voice transmission.

"I was quite confident in this change method originally, but I didn't expect it to be discovered easily by you. But now that I have no chance to turn back, I can only bite the bullet and continue." Wulu smiled bitterly.

However, Yuan Ming was not too worried. Ulu's transformation technique was really wonderful. If it weren't for the all-seeing consciousness blessed by the Stealing Heaven Cauldron, he really wouldn't have been able to discover it.

"Be careful when entering the secret realm. Based on my intuition, this trip to the secret realm may not go smoothly." Yuan Ming pondered for a moment, and then sent a message to remind Wulu.

Wulu looked at Yuan Ming's solemn expression, thoughtfully, and nodded slowly.

Other people outside the hall, like Yuan Ming and Wulu, gathered together in twos and threes, chatting and laughing easily, forming small circles.

Almost all of these people are in the late stage of pill formation, and there are many who have reached the peak. Even among the other three second-level island monks, the lowest is in the middle stage of pill formation. Even Uru doesn't know what method he used. The aura presented is also in the middle stage of pill formation.

Yuan Ming is particularly eye-catching in this early stage of pill formation.

Yuan Ming didn't care about this, and while chatting with Wulu, he observed everyone present.

The most eye-catching one is a woman with blond hair in gold clothes. She looks to be in her early twenties. She has an average appearance but a very good figure. She has a bulging front and a curved back. There is a hint of golden light all over her body, and she has a good temperament.

This woman was sitting cross-legged at the door of the hall, practicing with her eyes closed as if no one else was around. A powerful wave of fire-attributed mana was wandering nearby. She had reached the peak of the late stage of pill formation, and was only one step away from the Nascent Soul stage.

Yuan Ming lived on Fusang Island for a few days and was very familiar with the island's situation. The blond woman's name was Fairy Jinyun, and she was a close disciple of the owner of Fusang Island.

Speaking of this, Golden Cloud Fairy Yuan Ming actually watched a good show last night.

The monks from Fuso Island have not participated in any previous Immortal Fruit Association. This is the first time that the rules have been broken.

When it was learned yesterday that Fairy Jinyun was going to participate in the trial, the other twelve first-class islands came together to object. The owner of Fusang Island made a concession that Fairy Jinyun would not participate in the ranking of the Fairy Fruit Club no matter how much the profit was. Only then did the islands Stop.

"Wulu, what do you know about Fairy Jinyun?" Yuan Ming asked via voice transmission.

"Fairy Jinyun? She is the direct disciple of the master of Fusang Island. She is not very young, but her cultivation has already reached the peak of pill formation. Her fire attribute magic power is so superb that ordinary Yuanying early stage monks would not dare to stand in front of her. It is the entire East China Sea. It is recognized that she is one of the most promising monks to advance to the Nascent Soul Stage, and some people say that this woman is deliberately suppressing her cultivation, otherwise she would have already broken through." Wu Lu said after being startled.

"This woman is quite powerful. Apart from this, is there any other information?" Yuan Ming already knew this basic information from Yan Siyun.

"Other than these, I don't know. There is a rumor that Fairy Jinyun has an unclean inner curtain and is involved with many male cultivators in the alchemy stage. Some strange men were also seen coming in and out of her cave. "Tsk, tsk, this girl is not very old, but I didn't expect that her desires are hard to satisfy." Ulu thought for a while and said with a narrow smile.

When Yuan Ming heard this, a trace of surprise flashed across his face. This was the first time he heard about it.

"What? Are you interested in this girl?" Wulu rolled his eyes and touched Yuan Ming with his arm.

"Don't talk nonsense. Do you know what it means to know yourself and your enemy and you can fight a hundred battles without danger?" Yuan Ming glared at Wulu and hurriedly cleared the relationship.

There was a golden shadow floating in the sea of ​​his consciousness, which was the soul of Xiying's Golden Crow.

Xiying was hiding in the Tiantian Cauldron space. In order to see the situation outside, he stored the soul of a golden crow in Yuan Ming's sea of ​​consciousness, and used the method of soul transformation and communication with the five senses of the body to detect the situation outside.

Of course, this is also because Yuan Ming allowed it. If he didn't want to, he could cut off the connection between the soul of the Golden Crow and Xiying with just a thought.

While Yuan Ming continued to chat with Wulu, he looked at a pavilion not far away, where three figures were sitting, chatting and laughing happily.

One of them is a man in green fur, with sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples. He looks a bit serious. The other is a young man in white, holding a feather fan. He is elegant and extraordinary. The last one is a short fat man who looks to be only in his twenties or thirties. He always has a smile on his face. A smiling expression.

The cultivation and demeanor of these three people are all extraordinary. Although they are not as good as Fairy Jinyun, they are obviously better than the others.

Yuan Ming had seen three people in the information given by Yan Siyun. The man in Qingqiu was named Taoist Qianbao. He was a monk from Jin'ao Island and was said to be a swordsman.

The young man in white is called Huanlingzi, the representative of Kongling Island, and he is good at illusions.

The last short, fat man is named Tu Sheng, a monk from Dihua Island. He has extraordinary earth-attribute magical powers, and is especially good at the art of earth escape.

At this moment, Huan Lingzi seemed to sense Yuan Ming's gaze and looked over.

As soon as the two people's eyes met, many illusions suddenly appeared in front of Yuan Ming's eyes, and a vague illusion came from the air and penetrated into the depths of his soul.

Yuan Ming frowned and used his soul power a little to resolve the illusion.

A trace of surprise flashed in Huan Lingzi's eyes, but he did not continue to take action.

"Did Huan Lingzi attack you just now? Just to be on the safe side, check your soul to see if it has been infected with phantom seeds! Huan Lingzi looks like a human being, but he is actually full of bad ideas. He likes to plant phantom seeds in people. , quietly taking root, unknowingly eroding the soul, and finally becoming his puppet." Ulu noticed the fight between the two and reminded him through a message.

Yuan Ming suddenly realized that the illusory power was meant to be implanted into his soul. No wonder it was so obscure.

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. This phantom spirit child used such insidious tricks as soon as they met. It seemed that the person who came was evil, and he would not be merciful to such people.

Yuan Ming looked away and looked at the three people on the other side. They were monks from the Snake Tribe, the Shark Tribe, and the Water Ape Tribe.

He has already seen the green eyes of the Snake Tribe, and the Shark Tribe monk is a girl in a green dress, with an oval face and watery eyes. Although she is not stunningly beautiful, she is sweet and pleasant, and makes people feel very comfortable.

This girl's name is Snow Shark, and she showed powerful water-attribute powers in the third round of competition.

The monk from the Water Ape Tribe is named Hou Santong. He is tall, almost ten feet tall, with thick arms and legs that look like a small mountain. His physical aura is extremely powerful, almost as strong as Vajra.

Among the three, Hou Santong has the most obvious demon characteristics. The ape hair on his hands and feet has been completely refined, and fine white fluff can still be seen on his face.

The three of them, Qing Tong, stood there, occasionally saying a few words to each other, and having almost no communication with the others, looking like they were deeply estranged.

As for the rest of the monks, although their cultivation levels are quite advanced, their momentum is obviously weaker than those in front of them.