Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"Is this the legendary Starry Sky Teleportation Formation?"

Bai Lingyue was a little curious and a little excited.

There are very few monks in Ditian, Beidou, and Central Continent who are aware of the existence of this formation, let alone have the opportunity to pass through this formation to the Land of Prisoner Wind.

Only this time Li Changsheng needs to use them, can they get such a rare opportunity.

"Yes, it costs a lot to open this formation. I have only visited it twice."

Yan Kun smiled lightly and nodded.

"It turns out that Senior Brother Yan has already been to the Land of Prisoner Wind..."

The other two Hedao stage sword cultivators looked at each other.

One of them came from Ditian's "Shenfeng Sword Hall", and the other came from Beidou's "Seven Star Sword Sect".

He is about the same age as Yan Kun, Bai Qingming and others, and is a swordsman in the Hedao stage under eight hundred years old.

Looking at the millions of sword cultivators here, the people Li Changsheng brought this time either had unparalleled talents in practice, or they had comprehended the most advanced sword intentions, and were the best at each stage.

"It turns out that the Kunlun Sword Sect is on top because it has such advantages. If we can go to Prison Wind to practice several times, our current strength will definitely be far beyond what we are now."

Everyone was thinking secretly in their hearts.

"Have you been to Prison Wind twice? Why is your swordsmanship still mediocre?"

Bai Qingming walked slowly with Fang Chen and Dongfang Haojie, looking down and smiling at Yan Kun.

Yan Kun's face darkened and he glanced at Bai Qingming coldly: "Last time you had the right time and place, I lost half a move to you. If we fight again, I can beat you in at least three moves."

"Words don't count. You have to fight to find out. Why don't we have a fight before going to Prison Feng?"

Bai Qingming smiled.

Everyone's expressions changed slightly, and the two people from Shenfeng Sword Hall and Seven Star Sword Sect looked a little solemn. These two people had fought with swords before, and Yan Kun lost half a move?

They couldn't believe it.

Yan Kun is recognized by the world as the number one swordsman among the younger generation.

Even Fang Chen, who was talked about a while ago, is just following the old path of Yan Kun when he was a child. He has been famous for many years and has never lost in the competition among his peers.

Fang Chen was also a little surprised. He could tell at a glance that Yan Kun's cultivation base was stronger than that of Bai Qingming.

I originally thought that Bai Qingming said that Yan Kun suffered a loss because of other reasons. Now it seems that he just lost half a move under Bai Qingming's sword?

"You want to spar. Let's spar at will after the Burial Sword Ladder is over. Before that, you don't want to fight."

Li Changsheng walked slowly.

"Ancestor Li."

Everyone bowed and saluted.

Li Changsheng nodded lightly, then waved his sleeves and saw a high-grade spiritual stone falling into the center of the island like a meteor and falling into the ancient formation.

Everyone's expressions perked up, and they waited quietly with a hint of uneasiness.

Not long after, all the spiritual power within a radius of hundreds of miles seemed to be mobilized. The spiritual power, which was originally invisible to the naked eye, was so dense that it formed a billowing mist that gathered here from all directions like a wave.

"hiss--"

Dongfang Haojie took a breath of cold air, stared blankly at this scene, and stammered:

"This, how much spiritual power must be gathered... to have this... wonder!?"

Bai Qingming smiled lightly and said: "Even if a monk in the Hedao stage explodes and dies, the dissipated spiritual power will only be that much."

While speaking, the formation below had been opened, and everyone saw a vortex like a starry sky sweeping across.

"Let's go, remember to hold your breath and concentrate."

Li Changsheng smiled lightly and stood at the head of the immortal boat with his hands behind his back.

The next moment, the fairy boat tilted slowly, and finally rushed vertically into the starry sky vortex.

Everyone stood firm and did not fall due to this. Thinking of what Li Changsheng said about holding their breath and concentrating, they did not dare to be careless.

Yan Kun had a faint smile on his face. He had experienced it twice, so he had already experienced it in his heart. He looked at everyone as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and a touch of contempt flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Bai Qingming with his peripheral vision and found that Bai Qingming was not nervous at all. He looked at Fang Chen and found that Fang Chen was not nervous either. Only Dongfang Haojie grabbed Fang Chen's sleeve tightly, as if he was going to go to the sword mountain and the sea of ​​fire. posture.

"Pretend."

Yan Kun sneered in his heart. Thinking about his first trip to the Prison Wind Land, it was impossible for him to be as nervous as these two people. It can only be said that they hid their nervousness deep in their hearts and did not want to show it.

"Why can't I see it?"

Dongfang Hao suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone's expressions were solemn, and indeed they could not see anything. They seemed to have entered a dark and silent void.

There seemed to be a vague whisper coming from my ears.

Bai Qingming frowned slightly and said through a message: "Junior Brother Fang, is someone whispering in our ears?"

"good."

Fang Chen nodded slightly: "This sound may be left by the monks who have used this formation."

"Oh? You mean a mirage?"

Bai Qingming's eyes moved.

"I'm just guessing."

Fang Chen smiled.

The next moment, the light reappeared, and everyone suddenly found that they had left the dark void.

Appearing in a large formation, looking around, with this formation as the center, there are clusters of buildings nearby, which looks like a giant city.

This formation is located on a high mountain on the edge of the giant city, at least several hundred feet above the ground.

As soon as the immortal boat appeared in the formation, several white-robed monks flew over and bowed to Li Changsheng with clasped fists:

"I'll meet my uncle later."

These monks have average cultivation and are only in the third level of distraction.

"Um."

Li Changsheng nodded lightly, then drove the immortal boat away from this place and disappeared into the sky.

"What's so crazy about you, you're just a sword cultivator? If you hadn't become the uncle of the Long family, I wouldn't even bother to take a look at him."

One of the distractions snorted coldly, then turned and left.

"The sword cultivators he brought this time are probably to prepare for participating in the Sword Burial Ladder. I heard that these sword cultivators are very arrogant in the countryside. Now that the prison style is here, I don't know if they will adapt to it."

Someone gloated and laughed.

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"The place where you are now is called Prison Wind. Its territory is so vast that even if the three places of Ditian, Beidou and Zhongzhou are combined, and the Sea of ​​Immortals and Demons is added, it will be dozens of times larger."

"Besides that, the Creation Star, Long Yuan, Four Beaks, and Minghu are all not smaller than Qiu Feng. In some aspects, they are even far superior to Qiu Feng."

"Because of the abundant cultivation resources here and the abundant spiritual stones and materials, the cultivation level of the monks here is much stronger than where you were born."

"There are many Hedao people under the age of 800."

"If the Immortal Kings of the Three Realms of Emperor and Heaven want to be among the cult ancestors, not even one of a hundred Immortal Kings may be able to be promoted smoothly, but here, among almost twenty or thirty Immortal Kings, one will be able to become the cult ancestor. "

"Qiu Feng has four powerful families, three sects, and one holy land. These eight forces are tied for the top, but the strength of the holy land and the sects is slightly stronger than the four powerful families."

"You are going to the Sword Burial Stairway this time to fight for the Long family. As one of the four powerful families, the Long family controls thousands of cities, large and small. Countless sects and famous families all respect the Long family. .

Just for the ancestors like me, there are thirty-six ancestors of the Long family with my own surname, and the number of ancestors with other surnames... is already over a hundred. "

Listening to Li Changsheng's words, everyone's hearts were filled with turmoil.

More than 100 ancestors?

They had never dared to think about this before. How many famous ancestors were there in Ditian, Beidou and Central Continent?

"There are many patriarchs over there who have not shown up all year round. Not all of them are in retreat. You may have a chance to meet some of them this time."

Li Changsheng glanced at everyone.

While talking, the fairy boat faintly came to a place like a fairyland.

The spiritual power here is rich, spiritual mountains and springs can be seen everywhere, and fairy birds occasionally fly around.

"We're here, this is the main line of the Long family."

Li Changsheng waved his hand gently, removed the immortal boat, and flew down with everyone.