Fairy Tree

While Xiao Lin was thinking, Tie Xuanyi and Youquan had already made a move.

Tie Xuanyi held a very inconspicuous long knife in his hand, four fingers wide, with a black blade.

Tie Xuanyi's sword skills are somewhat similar to secular martial arts. When he swung his sword, dozens of shocking sword energy swept out. Even You Quan, who was a master of ghost skills, had a solemn expression on his face.

There are six turquoise flames floating around Youquan, which are the Youdu ghost fires he cultivated. This Youdu ghost fire is one of the most powerful flames in the ghost world. It contains extremely poisonous substances and is specialized in burning the three souls and seven souls of people. Po, known as one of the three sinister flames of the ghost realm.

Although Tie Xuanyi was physically strong, he still did not dare to be burned by the ghost fire. Under the influence of the sword, he always kept a distance from Youquan.

The six will-o'-the-wisps around Youquan kept moving to resist the incoming sword energy. The fight between the two of them did not smell like gunpowder.

Xiao Lin has been watching carefully. He knows a lot about the ghost method, but he has never seen its specific power. This thousand-year competition is a rare opportunity.

The battle between the two lasted from noon to ten o'clock in the evening. During this period, Tie Xuan was in danger several times. In order to avoid the ghost fire of Youdu in Youquan, he even had a defensive magic weapon deprived of him.

Just when everyone thought that Youquan was about to win this time, Tie Xuanyi used some kind of secret magic to come to Youquan's side, tore through his protective will-o'-the-wisps with a knife, and chopped it on his arm. superior.

Amid the blood spraying, Youquan readily admitted defeat.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Tie Xuanyi was merciful with his sword, but Youquan did not launch a fatal blow at the last moment, otherwise the two of them would most likely end up dead and injured.

After Tie Xuanyi won, Tianya directly selected a member of the Nine Infants Blood Refining Sect.

There was no suspense in this scene. Tianya's various magical powers and secret techniques really opened Xiao Lin's eyes. The demonic elder of the Nine Infants Blood Refining Sect was almost constantly suppressed and beaten by him.

Finally, under the pressure of Tianya, he simply raised his hands and admitted defeat, ending the fight.

After Tianya's victory, Yulin Zhantian couldn't help but smile. In the first round, Emperor Haoran Tianzong has won three victories, which is already very good. If he keeps it up, he has a high probability of winning this thousand-year competition. First place.

The other three sects have their own thoughts. At this moment, only the Nine Infants Blood Refining Sect has won one game, while the Ancient Buddha Tianzong of the West Pole and the North Ming Youdu Tianzong have each lost a game.

Everyone didn't know that there was a group of transparent ripples high in the sky at this moment.

There were four people among the ripples. One of them was an old monk with a withered face and a skinny face. He was sitting cross-legged with a grimace on his face, as if the whole world owed him money.

Next to him was a bald man. This bald man wore a set of gray robes, which were stained with dirt and had not been washed for who knows how many years.

One of the remaining two was covered in a black robe, and his face was not exposed at all. He could only see two groups of blue auras flashing in the dark hat, and his whole body was also flashing with a faint green fluorescence.

As for the fourth person, he was an old man in his fifties with slightly white hair. If Xiao Lin saw this person, he would be able to recognize him at a glance. This person is Fu Feiran, the guide on his path to immortality.

It's just that at this moment, Fu Feiran's face is no longer full of wrinkles like before, but his face is as rosy as a baby's.

Fu Feiran had a smile on his face at the moment. He looked at the bitter-faced monk and said, "How about it, Wuxiang? You used the fragment of the golden lotus leaf to bet with my five-element stone. You definitely got an advantage." Yes, and you have also seen that this elder of our Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong is indeed only at the late stage of Nascent Soul. Do you not even have this confidence in your disciple? "

Hearing this, the bitter-melon-faced monk glanced down, his gaze directly penetrated the void and landed on Xiao Lin.

"Old Fu, you are so confident. It seems you are well prepared. The remnant leaves of the Wuxiang Golden Lotus fell from the ninth-grade golden lotus, an innate spiritual treasure. They are things left behind by the upper world. They are very useful for resisting the catastrophe of ascension. There are also some uses, you want the Yin Bitter Melon Monk, right?"

The bald man next to him said with a mocking look on his face.

The Five Elements Stone in Fu Lao'er's hand can be used to refine Five Elements treasures, and it is also an excellent treasure to withstand the five-color thunder in the God Transformation Tribulation. Speaking of which, Fu Lao'er is not willing to spend money on this bet.

A sinister voice sounded from the black robe.

"Hehe, don't worry, Master Wuxiang will not refuse. These Five Elements Stones can indeed be used to refine treasures that can withstand five-color thunder, but for Master Wuxiang, they are even more important. If Fu remembers correctly, Master Wuxiang Are you refining the imitation immortal treasure five-color heart lotus?"

When the bitter-faced monk heard this, he showed a surprised expression and looked at Fu Feiran: "Donor Fu, you are really well-informed. Even I know that I want to refine the five-color heart lotus."

When the bald man heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Where did Master Wuxiang really get the refining method of this quasi-immortal treasure?"

"Master Wuxiang is so lucky that he can even obtain the refining method of the quasi-immortal treasure. As long as he refines this quasi-immortal treasure, he may be able to re-enter that place, find treasures, and enter the future. The middle stage of becoming a god is just around the corner. "

Hearing this, the bitter-faced monk couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Donor Zhuo is right. Although I have obtained the technology to refine the imitation fairy treasure, it is extremely difficult to refine it. Even if I refine it, I would like to To enter that place is to escape death.”

The man in black robe shot out two rays of green light from his black hat, and said in a conspiratorial manner: "The Immortal Treasure is a rare magical weapon for monks in the spiritual world. It is said that there are nine levels in total, and above it there are quasi-immortal weapons. , I don’t know what level of immortal treasure the five-color heart lotus imitated by the master is.”

"Of course it is the first level. The most important function of this five-color heart lotus is to be able to concentrate and calm the mind, and to abandon the interference of external objects. When it comes to attack, it is the weakest one."

"Is there really an immortal treasure in that place? Master is really blessed. I wonder if I can share the refining process of this quasi-immortal treasure. Of course, we will not let the master suffer. This secret How about blood crystals in exchange?" The bald man also looked at Monk Wuxiang and said.

Monk Balsam Pear felt the unkind gazes of several people, and his heart sank. At the same time, he also greeted Fu Feiran's ancestors in his heart. Although he was a god-incarnation monk, there was nothing he could do if he faced three people at the same time. .

But he was really unwilling to reveal the refining method of the imitation fairy treasure.

"That's right, Master Wuxiang, don't be stingy. Open it up and let us support you. Master should also know that although this five-color heart lotus is a first-level immortal treasure, it is comparable to the innate spiritual treasure in our mortal world. It’s a treasure, but it’s nothing in the spiritual world. We just admire it and have no other purpose.”

"What Brother Fu said is true." The man in black robe's sinister voice also sounded at the same time.

When the bitter-faced monk heard this, his face became more and more sad. He knew that he seemed to have no reason to refuse. After thinking for a moment, he said to the man in black robe: "Since the three of you have said so, I will never refuse." It’s true, but I have a condition.”

"Master, just say it." Fu Feiran was overjoyed when he heard the loose words in the monk's mouth.

"The gambling battle between Lao Na and Fu Donor still counts. If Ku Yin loses, the remaining golden lotus leaf in Lao Na's hand will naturally belong to Fu Donor, but the five-color stone in the donor's hand will still belong to Lao Na. In exchange, he can imitate the five-color fairy heart. The price of lotus.”

After speaking, he looked at the bald man and said: "The Ten Thousand Poison Demon Lord, the Dark Blood Crystal in your hand is indeed precious and rare, but it is still not enough. You need to add a bottle of your Ten Thousand Poison Golden Toad Liquid."

"You are an old monk, but you know how a lion can speak. It would take me at least three hundred years to collect a bottle of this Ten Thousand Poisonous Golden Toad Liquid, but I agreed."

Then Wuxiang looked at the man in black robe again, but remained silent.

After thinking for a moment, the man in black robe stretched out his right hand, revealing a square crystal stone that was entirely green.

"This is the Netherworld Crystal. Have you thought about it enough?"

Monk Wuxiang's eyes lit up, and the previous sad expression was wiped away, and a smile appeared on his face: "Such a big piece of Netherworld Crystal is naturally enough."

"Okay, since you have got what you want, Monk Wuxiang, Fu has also agreed. Regardless of whether you win or lose in this gambling battle, this Five Elements Stone will belong to you."

After hearing the words, Monk Wuxiang no longer hesitated, took out three jade slips from his arms, and threw them to the three of them. The three people took the jade slips, held them in their hands, and began to browse carefully with their spiritual thoughts.

Four people are doing business here.

It was Xiao Lin's turn below. Xiao Lin walked to the front, pointed at Monk Ku Yin from a distance without thinking, and said, "Xiao, please choose Master Ku Yin, and please be merciful."

Monk Ku Yin was slightly startled when he heard this. He never expected that someone would challenge him in the first round.

Monk Kuyin was a Buddhist disciple of the Ancient Buddha Celestial Sect in the West. He was extremely talented and had cultivated to the golden body of Buddha Lotus and Bodhisattva in just over five hundred years. Even Xiao Lin was not as good as him.

Originally, he thought that in the first round, he would just randomly choose someone to challenge.

What he didn't expect was that the young-looking monk named Xiao from the Emperor's Haoran Tianzong would take the initiative to challenge him, which really surprised him.

The reason why Xiao Lin chose Monk Kuyin in the first round was after careful consideration. If he did not challenge Kuyin in the first round, then in the second round, according to the rules, Xi, who came in second in the last Millennium Competition, would The Ancient Buddha Celestial Sect gives priority to appointing candidates. In this way, if Ku Yin appoints the other three people, the Great Emperor Haoran Celestial Sect is destined to lose one point.

Moreover, I have been assigned to fight against the cause of suffering, and I have agreed to it, so naturally I don’t need to put it behind. If I lose, I have completed the task, and I don’t have to participate in the subsequent gambling battle.

If he wins, he will directly give the Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong a powerful rival.

Xiao Lin's figure flashed slightly, passed through the void, and appeared directly in the fighting arena.

Ku Yin proclaimed the Buddha's name, and then turned into a golden light, which shot into the arena and stood a hundred feet away from Xiao Lin.

"Senior Brother Yu Lin, can Xiao Lin really resist the cause of suffering?"

"In the late Nascent Soul stage, no matter how strong the combat power is, it can't withstand the attack of spiritual consciousness by Buddhist cultivators at the peak of the Prajna Realm. Moreover, the Buddha Sect is good at cultivating spiritual consciousness. Our Immortal Sect is also inferior in this aspect. This Xiao I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to win."

"The great monks and the late Nascent Soul stage like us seem to be only one realm apart, but in fact they are worlds apart. I heard that a certain late-stage monk fought against the great monk and successfully escaped, but I have never heard of anyone who could use the late-stage monks to escape. Defeat the Great Monk."

Hearing this, Yu Lin Zhan Tian also had a bit of hesitation on his face. He was also told by Master Fu to let Xiao Lin fight Ku Yin. In fact, he didn't have much confidence in Xiao Lin. After all, there was a big gap in realm. Even if he wants to defeat the cause of suffering, it will take a lot of effort.

Naturally, he did not dare to question Fu Feiran's decision, but he did not hold out much hope.

Xiao Lin looked at Monk Ku Yin not far away with a solemn expression on his face. Fu Feiran had dug this hole for him, and now he could only step into it without hesitation.

Thinking of this, Xiao Lin waved his sleeves and all 108 Qingluan Ice Swords were released. For a moment, sword light was flying all over Xiao Lin.

Seeing this scene, Song Qing, Tie Xuanyi, and Tianya all showed surprised expressions.

As high-level Nascent Soul monks, when they saw Xiao Lin sacrificing hundreds of flying swords at once, they naturally understood that Xiao Lin's power of consciousness had reached a level that was far beyond their reach.

Generally, monks in the late stage of Nascent Soul can drive fifty or sixty flying swords at the same time, which has basically reached the limit. The further back, the greater the power of spiritual consciousness required, and they can drive hundreds of flying swords at once. The sword has already shown that Xiao Lin's power of spiritual consciousness is not inferior to that of ordinary great monks.

Even Yu Lin Zhan Tian showed an expression of admiration, feeling somewhat confident in Xiao Lin inexplicably.

"Amitabha, the donor has such strong telepathy."

"Xiao does not overestimate his own capabilities, please show mercy, master." Xiao Lin pointed with one hand, and the one hundred and eight Qingluan Ice Swords suddenly made the sound of phoenixes, resounding through the void, and then gathered into a river of swords. Shoot towards Monk Kuyin.

Monk Kuyin clasped his hands together in front of his chest and pronounced the Buddha's name. Then a large amount of golden light erupted from his body. This golden light directly gathered into a golden body of Buddha, wrapping it inside.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang~" The harsh sound of impact could be heard endlessly. The Qingluan Ice Swords all over the sky attacked the golden body, and it was immediately repulsed. However, after flying for several feet, these Qingluan Ice Swords flew towards the cause of suffering again. The monk chopped it off, which can be said to be a steady stream of attacks.

Xiao Lin naturally did not think that he could defeat Monk Kuyin with the ordinary attack of the 108 Qingluan Ice Sword, but he only wanted to consume the Buddhist power in his body first.

After attacking for a moment, Monk Kuyin couldn't hold back anymore. With a wave of his sleeve, a huge palm print flew out. Xiao Lin's expression changed when he saw this palm print.

He was no stranger to these palm prints. When he broke into the Ancient Buddha Celestial Sect of the West Pole, he was shocked and injured by this palm print.

Xiao Lin didn't know that this palm print was the Ananda Yela Palm of the ancient Buddhist Heavenly Sect in the West.