Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Improving Spiritual Root Qualification

The venue for the Soul Seizing Conference is the west gate of Jinyang Fairy City.

At this time, outside the west city gate,

It was crowded with people and very lively. Ten huge high platforms lined up outside the city, emitting bursts of spiritual light.

There are also array guards all around.

At a cursory glance, they turned out to be fourth-level high-grade products!

The arena was already surrounded by spectators, standing or sitting, whispering and talking, all looking forward to the upcoming Soul Seizing Conference.

Zhou Xun, Tianci Zhenjun and Wang Erniu arrived at the venue early and waited quietly.

Just when everyone was looking forward to it, a burst of melodious fairy music suddenly came from the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw two teams of guards in golden armor in the distance, guarding a chariot consisting of two huge dragons flying slowly towards them.

Sitting on the chariot was a majestic man wearing a crown and a dragon robe.

"Emperor Jin, this is His Majesty the Emperor Jin!"

The appearance of Emperor Jin made the entire venue suddenly quiet, and many people saluted.

"Unexpectedly, Emperor Jin also came to watch the ceremony!"

Zhou Xun looked at the Jin Emperor above and couldn't help but marvel. Judging from the aura emanating from him, he was clearly a peak Nascent Soul monk.

"The Soul Seizing Conference is a major event in the Jin Dynasty, so he will naturally appear!" Godsend True Lord continued.

"With him here, the people from White Bone Mountain should not dare to be so blatant!" Wang Erniu said.

"I'm afraid it's still like this!" Zhou Xun shook his head.

After all, the emperor in this world of immortality does not hold the great power of life and death like in the secular world.

Instead, he is like the head of a sect, with a certain amount of power, but not too much.

During the discussion, the chariot driver came over the crowd, and Emperor Jin walked out of the chariot, glanced at the crowd, and then said slowly.

"Gentlemen, there is no need to be polite. Today is the grand event of the Soul Seizing Conference, and I am here to watch the ceremony."

"Now I announce that the conference has officially begun!"

As he finished speaking, a white-haired old man wearing a golden dragon robe and a high crown flew out from below.

"quiet!"

The majestic voice of the white-robed old man spread out to the surroundings, with a trace of the coercion of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator.

Suddenly, the chaotic sounds at the west city gate suddenly stopped and became extremely quiet.

"A certain Ji Heng is in charge of this Soul Seizing Conference!"

"It turns out to be Elder Ji Heng. He is famous for being impartial and selfless. With him presiding over this Soul Seizing Conference, he will definitely be able to keep it fair!"

A round-faced young man in his twenties watching the battle below said excitedly.

Ji Heng is also the second elder of the Jin Dynasty royal family, with peak Nascent Soul cultivation.

"Elder Ji Heng is indeed fair, but the selection of the Palace Master is not necessarily fair."

A young man in white clothes next to him said something that surprised the round-faced young man.

"Oh, really, brother, what's your opinion? Everyone depends on their own abilities, right?" The round-faced young man snorted with some dissatisfaction.

The young man in white ignored him, as if he didn't hear what he said, and just kept talking to himself.

"People with great influence, inheritance of skills, magic treasures and talismans are not comparable to ordinary monks. For example, if the senior masters left behind powerful treasures, how can those ordinary monks be opponents? This is one of them."

"Big-power monks have many helpers. When participating in sect selection, many people can join forces. However, ordinary monks mostly work alone. Even if they participate in competitions, they rarely have the idea of ​​joining forces. Therefore, the winning rate is even lower. This is the second point. ,"

"As for the third one, hey, don't mention it!"

"What should not be mentioned is that the powerful monks have deep influence in the court. They can obtain the list of fighting monks in advance and study their opponents thoroughly."

"They even bribed the participating monks to reserve the position of palace master in advance!"

A mocking voice sounded in the ears of several people. It was Feng Yang who rejected Bai Yu.

When they saw it, they found out that they were seniors in the Nascent Soul stage. They all bowed their hands and saluted without daring to say anything.

At this moment, Elder Ji Heng’s voice rang out:

"Next, announce the rules of the conference!"

"First, all the monks participating in the Soul Seizing Conference will duel in pairs according to the state capital they signed up for."

"The winner will advance to the next round, until the last monk left will be the master of the palace!"

"Second, this fight must not harm lives, otherwise it will provoke our great Jin, and his cultivation will be abolished to serve as a warning to others!"

After speaking, he glanced at everyone.

"The Soul Seizing Conference begins now."

After the words fell, ten monks were seen flying out from the crowd in Xiafang, flying to various high platforms respectively.

He is obviously the judge of this soul seizing conference.

Judging from the aura on their bodies, they were all late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

One of them shouted:

"There will be a Xu Yang Mansion competition on the No. 1 high platform. All the monks who have signed up come up!"

Then, a total of twenty-six figures flew into the air and stood in the sky.

At the same time, ten high platforms were surrounded by monks participating in the conference.

"How come there are so many monks participating in the competition? In the past, there were very few islands with more than 20 people signing up!"

A familiar voice sounded not far away from Zhou Xun.

Zhou Xun was delighted when he saw that it was the middle-aged Confucian scholar he met when registering that day.

"Fellow Daoist Le, could it be that there were only a few people involved before?" Zhou Xun said in a voice message.

Seeing that it was Zhou Xun, Le raised his hand, came to Zhou Xun's side, and replied:

"Yes, in the first two sessions I participated in, most of the people competing were only a dozen people. Just like this Xu Yang Mansion, only fourteen people participated in the last session,"

“There are twenty-six people in this session, nearly doubling the number!”

"It seems that the competition in this conference will be huge!"

As he said that, the middle-aged man sighed, losing confidence in himself to win the position of palace master.

Zhou Xun saw his sad look, so he comforted him and said:

"With your mid-stage cultivation of Yue Dao Friend Nascent Soul, you can still fight against late-stage cultivators. I think there is still a good chance of winning the palace master!"

"I hope so," the middle-aged man sighed again and again.

Half a day later, Xu Yang's first round of competition was completed. Including the monk who had a bye, there were still thirteen monks left to enter the next round.

Suddenly, an old man in yellow robe stood up, raised his hands towards the monk who was presiding over the fight and said:

"Old Taoist Hong Tian, ​​he was seriously injured in this battle and is no longer able to participate in the next round. He voluntarily gives up and hopes that fellow Taoists will help him!"

The monk nodded and agreed.

After him, several more people chose to give up, so that when the second round started, only four people were left to participate!

"It seems that, like the Bone Mountain, it was publicized off-site!" Zhou Xun shook his head.

For the next half month, Zhou Xun and others spent their time watching other competitions.

"All Taoist friends who are participating in the competition in Jiangling Mansion, please come up!"

At this time, it was finally Zhou Xun's turn.

Zhou Xun immediately flew to the side of the refereeing monk, and then about twenty more figures flew out.

Everyone stood in the air.

"There are a total of twenty-seven fellow Taoists participating in the Jiangling Mansion competition. Therefore, all competitions will be divided into five rounds."

"Also because there is an odd number of fellow Taoists participating, one fellow Taoist will have a bye, and this person is fellow Taoist 'Lu Zhuo'."

As he said that, everyone turned their attention to an old man in black robes and a square face, who was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

"People from White Bone Mountain!" Zhou Xun thought to himself. This person was the old man beside Bai Yu that day.

"The fellow Taoist who will fight first is," the referee monk said as he glanced at the list in his hand.

"Qi Fei, Wu Feng!"

After saying that, a middle-aged man in blue robes and the old man in black robes flew out.

As for Zhou Xun and others, they flew back to make space for the two of them.

Looking at the two people on the field, Zhou Xun felt something fishy in his heart.

This middle-aged man in blue robe was clearly the first to accept Bai Yu’s Qi Fei.

And his opponent happened to be a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk from White Bone Mountain. If there was no problem, no one would believe it.

"Brother Zhou, it seems that White Bone Mountain can not only get the list, but also freely arrange opponents,"

At this time, Zhou Xun's ears heard the message from the God-given True Monarch.

"When soldiers come, we will block it; when water comes, earth comes to cover us!"

Zhou Xun said expressionlessly.

At this time, the two people on the field were already fighting together.

"Ding ding ding——"

Several crisp sounds came, and the middle-aged man in blue robe Qi Fei Yu drove a ring magic weapon to block Wu Feng's bone blade.

"Qi Fei, after you have collected our spirit stones, do you still dare to disobey us?" Seeing that Qi Fei dared to resist, Wu Feng warned through a message.

"Others are afraid of you White Bone Mountain, but Qi is not afraid!" Qi Fei sneered and changed his technique.

The rings directly turned into nine,

They formed a special formation and attacked Wu Feng from different directions.

"Okay, okay, today I will let you know the power of my White Bone Mountain!"

I saw Wu Feng making a secret with one hand and pointing towards the bone blade.

I saw a flash of purple-black light,

The bone blade immediately turned into a purple flame, faintly appearing in the air.

"This is the purple-blue bone flame!" Qi Fei was shocked.

"It's too late to regret it now!" Wu Feng sneered,

"go!"

Pointing towards Qi Fei with one hand,

The purple flame disappeared instantly, and the next moment it was wrapped in Qi Fei's protective light shield.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

"This is teleportation!"

Zhou Xun was also very alert. Even he didn't have many such tricks.

In just a moment, the mask became shaky.

Seeing this, Qi Fei hurriedly controlled the ring to hit the middle-aged man in black robe, hoping to force him to withdraw Zi Yan by surrounding Wei and saving Zhao.

The middle-aged man in black robe saw this and chuckled.

"Little tricks!"

Then nine rays of spiritual light erupted from the mouth, turning into nine bone claws, entangled the ring together, and was in a dilemma for a while.

Qi Fei was shocked and turned pale. He quickly made a seal and moved the ring from left to right, unable to get rid of the entanglement of the bone claws.

But at this moment, his shield suddenly shattered,

"No killing!"

There was a roar from the referee monk!

When the black-robed old man heard this, he immediately changed his magic formula, and the purple flame turned into a bone blade again.

"Pfft——"

There was a sound of metal entering the body,

Qi Fei's legs reached the length of his thighs and fell into the air!

Immediately afterwards, a stream of demonic fire spewed out from the old man's mouth and wrapped around the fallen legs, instantly turning them into ashes.

Qi Fei's idea of ​​reattaching his legs was completely cut off.

"This is the fate of disobeying me at White Bone Mountain. If it weren't for this rule, today would be your death!"

The old man in black robe said fiercely, and then glanced at the other applicants, the threat in his eyes was clear.

"Wu Feng, win!"

"The people in White Bone Mountain are so ruthless!" The monk who was watching sighed.

Although there is a magical elixir for body regeneration in the world of cultivation, it is extremely precious and not easy to obtain.

The old man in black robe went down, and Bai Yu immediately sent a message:

"Uncle Master's magical powers are still so powerful!"

Then he remembered something, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then asked:

"I wonder if he left a tracking mark?"

"Of course, he offended my White Bone Mountain, how can I keep him? I have secretly left a mark. When he leaves Jinyang Fairy City, it will be his death!"

The black-robed old man said coldly.

Bai Yu shook his head, with a cruel smile on his face:

"Don't kill him first, catch him when the time comes, my bone zombie is still short of a Nascent Soul to cultivate!"

"The second group, Hongxuan Zhenjun, Huiyue,"

"The fifth group, Zhou Xun, Wang Heshan."

This Wang Heshan is a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stage of White Bone Mountain. He looks gloomy, with gray hair and a look of eagle and wolf.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, let's start!"

The gloomy old man of White Bone Mountain showed a creepy smile and shouted at Zhou Xun.

He thought that the handsome young man opposite would be like the previous one, just going through the motions, and would admit defeat after a fight.

Zhou Xun smiled meaningfully and nodded.

With a flip of his hand, the Xuan Ting Thunder Sword appeared in his hand, and then he threw it lightly.

It flew into the air and turned into a three-foot long sword, with lightning arcs flashing around it!

"You are a thunder cultivator!"

The old man on the opposite side frowned slightly, sensing the momentum of the thunder sword, and couldn't help showing a trace of fear.

But thinking of Bai Yu's words, he had already bribed the person in front of him, and he was relieved a little.

With a wave of his hand, the old man also summoned a white bone fork.

Seeing this, Zhou Xun didn't want to say too much.

Then he made a hand gesture,

then the mana surged at his fingertips, and a ray of spiritual light shone on the Xuan Ting Thunder Sword and hit it!

The whole thunder sword became extremely bright, like a lightsaber,

the sword body was also trembling slightly, making a faint humming sound, ready to be activated at any time!

"Quick!"

Then he pointed at the old man on the opposite side,

the Xuan Ting Thunder Sword instantly turned into a purple light, cutting through space and shooting over!

Seeing this, the old man also controlled the bone fork to meet him.

"Bang--"

The moment the thunder sword and the bone fork touched, he was knocked back, wailing continuously, and his spiritual light was greatly damaged.

The old man also groaned.

He couldn't help but become frightened.

"Didn't they say that this person has cooperated with them!"

Before he could think clearly, a purple spiritual light approached,

"Zila!"

With a crisp sound, the protective spiritual light on the old man's body was instantly shattered.

Then Zhou Xun changed his tactics, changing from stabbing to slapping,

The sword hit the old man hard,

The old man was knocked down from the sky like a meteorite and hit the ground heavily,

Then, Zhou Xun fell from the sky and landed beside the old man,

"You are not allowed to kill people, the laws of Dajin are unforgiving!"

Seeing this, the referee warned immediately,

Zhou Xun smiled slightly and arched his hands:

"I just want to say a few words!"

Then he looked at the dying old man at his feet,

Then he took out a storage bag from his waist, threw it on the old man, and said:

"Tell your young master, next, let's see the real thing with your hands!"