Pagoda Immortality

At this time, in addition to Yuwen Wen, there were already many powerful people surrounding Thunder Waterfall.

Some acquaintances gathered together and talked about something, and some stood alone somewhere, looking at the thunder waterfall with curiosity on their faces.

Lu Lifei landed on Yu Wenwen's blade weapon, looked around and said, "Where is the Immortal Arena?"

Yu Wenwen pointed to the foot of the thunder waterfall in the distance, "When the time is up, a portal will appear below. Once you enter, you will enter the competition arena."

"Oh, how long will it take to wait?"

"This is uncertain. Under normal circumstances, the teleportation will be started on the third day after the Immortal List appears, and then it will take another half a year before the teleportation is turned off and the arena is opened."

"Three days, so if nothing else happens, the portal will be opened tomorrow?" Lu Li asked with some anticipation.

"It's like this under normal circumstances, but it doesn't make any sense. Even if you are the first to go in, you still have to wait. If the passage is not closed, the arena will not be opened." Yu Wenwen didn't look anxious at all.

"That's right."

As he spoke, Lu Li sat down cross-legged on the blade. After Yu Wenwen also sat down, he continued, "It is said that the people in the Immortal City will also participate in this arena competition. They are also like us. From here Go in?"

"No, they will directly enter the competition arena."

"..."

While Lu Li and Lu Li were chatting, one after another, figures flew out of the vortex around the thunder waterfall.

After taking a look around, these people also used their flying spiritual weapons one after another, either meditating and waiting, or chatting, and waited around the thunder waterfall.

In the early morning of the next day, more and more acquaintances came here, and Lu Li became busy. He got up from time to time to say hello to people. He seemed to be quite popular.

People from the Sword Palace also came and gathered on a golden spiritual boat.

Including the headmaster Ye Xuanqiu and the holy son Ke Shaoyang, there were eight people in the group.

This is all there is in the Mingxin Sword Palace. There were originally ten elders, but three of them died in Lu Li's hands, and one died in the Night Demon Continent. Currently, there are only six elders left.

The Holy Son, Ke Shaoyang, has only achieved the breakthrough of fusion in the past three hundred years. However, with his innate single-gold spiritual root and the support of the resources of the Sword Palace, his cultivation has progressed very quickly. He is now at the bottleneck in the early stages of fusion.

At present, he is only over 5,000 years old, which is considered very impressive.

No one from the Sword Palace came to look for Lu Li. Lu Li only looked at him from afar and then looked away. He believed that the other party would come to him sooner or later.

In addition to the Holy Son of Sword Palace, Lu Li also met some strong men who looked younger.

But there were only two people he could really name. One was the Holy Son of Yunwu Valley, Tian Rong, and the other was the Holy Son of Wuchen Dao Palace, Mo Xuanqi.

Like Ke Shaoyang, these two people had dealt with him in Tianhaiyuan, and he even gave Mo Xuanqi a few Five Elements Pills at that time.

"Look, it's moving!"

At this moment, a cry suddenly came from a green spirit boat, which caused many people to look up and look towards the thunder waterfall.

Sure enough, a mist emerged from the foot of the thunder waterfall that originally had only countless purple thunders shining.

The mist sprayed more and more, and the speed became faster and faster. In a short time, it spread for more than ten miles, making this huge thunder waterfall seem to be towering on a cloud of white clouds.

Immediately afterwards, there was a buzzing sound inside the cloud, and colorful rays of light bloomed from the cloud. Finally, a huge colorful altar was formed in the center of the clouds.

The altar's spiritual light shines, and a huge bowl-shaped barrier is propped up above it, blocking the falling thunder waterfall.

"Is this the portal?"

Some people who didn't know why looked at the huge colorful altar and murmured uncertainly. Seeing that no one was moving, they didn't dare to move rashly.

But before long, someone dodges away first, lands on the altar, and then disappears.

Immediately afterwards, several more rays of light shot out of the sky, and disappeared like the previous person. Seeing someone starting to speak, those who were unsure finally became convinced and followed them one after another.

at the same time.

In an unknown space, there is a sunken viewing area surrounded on all sides.

The bottom of the viewing area is a square square.

The square is not big, only a hundred feet long and wide. In the center stands a nine-foot-tall stone tablet.

To the left and right of the stone monument, there are five ancient arched door frames, and in the center of each door frame is a blue vortex, which looks like a teleportation vortex.

At this time, there were already fifty-six old men with powerful auras sitting in the viewing seats to the east. Some people closed their eyes and meditated, while others were chatting quietly with the people next to them.

What is shocking is that the cultivation levels of these people are all at the peak level of integration.

"Hey, it's been nine thousand years and I still haven't stepped out of that threshold. It's better not to have an accident this time. Otherwise, it would be fun to be kicked out of the immortal list." An old man looked at the empty viewing seats opposite, He sighed secretly and said.

"Brother Bai, you are worrying too much. We are at the peak of our integration after all. With how high the cultivation level of the newcomers can be, it will be no problem to keep their seats." The person next to him comforted.

"It's not as simple as you said. It is said that the rules of the battle for the immortal list are different every time. If old people like us are arranged to fight in pairs, someone will have to be eliminated, right?"

"It shouldn't be, didn't the last session have newcomers fight against old people, and the old people could keep their seats if they won one game?"

"Who can say for sure..."

Both of them entered the Undead City in the last session, and they were still young at that time, but after nine thousand years, they are almost dead, but their cultivation is stuck at the peak bottleneck and it is difficult to break through.

Of course, they should be thankful, because once they break through, they will be forced to participate in the real Undead level arena, not such a Venerable level arena.

But what still worries these old people is that the rules of the Venerable level arena are not fixed.

If it is the same as the last session, it would be fine for newcomers to challenge the old people.

If the random battle is disrupted, they are afraid and dare not guarantee that the peak cultivation will definitely stay on the list.

What's more terrifying is that once these old people lose the qualification for the list, it will not be as simple as expelling from the Undead City, but will be exiled to the void, which is equivalent to being in prison.

If they can't break through their cultivation, they can only die alone in the void in this life.

"They are coming."

Suddenly, a voice that was neither salty nor bland rang out in the viewing area on the east side, causing many people to open their eyes and look towards the viewing area on the opposite side.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the three teleportation vortices on the top of the viewing area on the opposite side began to rotate rapidly.

Following this, a bald old monk was the first to flash out of the vortex in the middle.

This person was Fa Xin, the abbot of Mingguang Treasure Temple. He calmly glanced at the powerful men on the opposite side, and then calmly walked towards the stone platform next to him.

As soon as Fa Xin sat down, another group of figures flew out of the teleportation vortex one after another...